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My babies are so soft, and not Rafe basically just telling Logan he likes the walking part of it! He’s such an old man - I swear!!! ☺️☺️☺️

kate can we pls get a rogan snippet plsssss

We can do that!!

18+ MDNI | Language, Rafe and Logan flirting, implied sexual references.

GIF by eberles

���Why do you play golf?”

Rafe glanced into the mirror he stood in front of, easing the button of his polo through one of the slots as he shot her a look that was a cross between amused and disbelief, “What?”

“Why do you play golf?” Logan asked again, leaning back against the mountain of pillows that currently rested haphazardly against Rafe’s headboard, “Is it fun? It doesn’t look like fun.”

Rafe lifted a shoulder as he finished buttoning the few buttons on his shirt, left hand lifting to slide through his hair as he did a quarter turn to look at her fully. Dressed in one of his old t-shirts, her hair damp as it finished air drying, he couldn’t help but like this version of Logan the most. 

Soft, relaxed, and all his. 

“I don’t know,” Rafe half laughed as he reached for a pair of socks in his dresser, “it’s not not fun. Sometimes it’s hot, and a little boring if the group in front isn’t playing fast enough. But I don’t hate it. There’s beer—it’s a nice walk.”

“Sounds…awful. And isn’t it a huge waste of resources? Like water? I feel like I’ve heard Kiara and Ellie talking about it once or twice…” Logan stretched her leg out to poke his lower back, and he snorted, reaching behind him to grab onto her ankle and haul her towards him. The girl half gasping, half squealing in surprise as she found herself flat on her back, Rafe hovering over her. 

“Better not tell ‘em how long we ran that shower this morning, then.” Rafe leaned over and kissed her slowly, first her upper lip and then her bottom. She just slipped her fingers into his hair, nails trailing across the back of his neck before he pulled away, but just enough so he could see her, “I’ll take you sometime.”

“Mmmm,” Logan wrinkled her nose, and Rafe kissed the tip of it, “now that really sounds awful.”

Rafe grinned playfully, shifting onto one hand as he ran his other along her side and over her hip, long fingers grasping onto her ass playfully, “I wouldn’t mind this ass in a golf skirt.”

“I can wear one later,” Logan laughed when he smacked her ass playfully, “and we can pretend I played. Oh! Maybe a Halloween idea one year!”

Rafe only laughed before Logan tugged him back down for another kiss. 

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eagles and falconers

Shiratorizawa's Boys' Volleyball Team are monsters, but so is their third-year manager

Inspired by: shiratorizawa antics by mooshys, Inarizaki Memories by esshee, The Ushijima Siblings by miaochu, and Managing the Cat's Den by EdenXWrites

Chapter One: team portraits

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Ushijima Wakatoshi x feral manager!reader

Story/anthology follows canon-verse with my own creative license

What trope to start it off? You decide!

Established relationship 🍄 = you two have already been together since first-year of high school

Forced proximity since childhood 🪺 = the two of you were always forced together because you were neighbors (would you two be together by the time the canon story starts? Tell me in the comments!)

Slow burn 🪴 = you got in via the entrance exam, got dragged into managing the volleyball club, and grow from nervous wreck to Shiratorizawa’s Demon Manager (aka Washijo’s protege)

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Fighting the feminine urge to write an Ushijima x reader anthology/dump-post about Wakatoshi’s parents never divorcing, he’s got a little sibling (maybe), and is in a slow burn romance with reader who is the manager of the Shiratorizawa’s volleyball club because my WIP folder is officially a file cabinet

Oh, and reader is lowkey feral at times

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You'll Be Safe - Chapter Eleven

FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS SUMMER, ELLIE MIGHT’VE BEEN ACTUALLY EXCITED TO GET TO HER JOB AT THE ISLAND CLUB. Typically, the walk from the parking lot was a march trademarked by trudging footsteps filled with dread. But today? She almost welcomed the expected tsunami of concentrated chlorine and pH balancers, especially if it meant getting out of the parking lot and, more importantly, out of her mom’s minivan.

CONTINUE HERE

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There’s just…just so much …beauty in the world…

kate i cant believe you teased us saying logan and rafe reunite after jj and logan, everyone is pretty much in their feels and didn’t give us a snippet of rogan reuniting 😔

😉

18+ MDNI | Language, references to sex, flirting. Logan and Rafe are reunited after months apart.

Logan may have been bold enough to ask her brother what he meant if she hadn't caught site of her own boyfriend, hands buried deep into the pockets of his jeans as he walked off the ramp last. The way his baby blue button down shirt pulled at his shoulders and arms made her mouth go dry. He looked so good, the smile that made her knees week across his face, and she couldn’t even begin to form complete thoughts about seeing his new haircut in person, butterflies erupted in both her stomach and between her legs as she took all six foot two of him in from head to toe. 

“Miss me, doll?”

Despite having heard his voice less than a day ago over the phone, Logan moved away from everyone as she took a step towards the yacht, Rafe laughing as she ran towards him, and it wasn’t but a few seconds later that he had her in his arms, both of his feet on the dock while Logan’s legs wrapped around his waist, her lips pressed to his for the first time in two months. 

“There she is,” Rafe breathed against her mouth, not even bothering to break away from her kiss before he returned it, each one moving seamlessly into the next, the two a mess of teeth and tongue, trying to get as much as they could as quickly as they could. “Fuck—I missed you so much, baby.”

“I missed you too,” Logan’s feet landed back onto the dock, her hands flat along his chest as he ducked his head to kiss her again, pulling her back against his body to deepen it, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he repeated back, cupping her chin, “I love you, I love you.”

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Logan and JJ Maybank for the sibling dynamic we deserved 2025!!!

i just know logan feels awful about not being on good terms with her brother when rafe tells her he went overboard and she thinks he’s more than likely dead ��😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 kate why must you torture us like this 😭😭😭😭

their reunion in season 3 has to be so sweet and tearful (in a good way) 😭😭😭

Because I don't want you to suffer too much...

18+ MDNI | brother/sister love, reunited and it feels so good.

Logan moved quickly, leaving the door to the Land Rover open as she watched the massive yacht sail closer, eyes glued to the sails and the hull as she walked as quickly as she could across the Marina parking lot and down the wooden planks towards the dock.

“Logan—”

“Not now, Guffy,” Logan almost tripped over her feet, searching the outline of the yacht for any signs of a familiar face. Any familiar face. She skidded around the older marina owner, knowing she’d need to deal with him sooner than later, but right now all she needed was for her heart to be whole once more. Rafe’s words echoed around her brain as she picked up speed, watching the first lines come off the boat before landing on the dock, the attendants scrambling to grab them and tie them off. 

“JJ’s alive, Lo. I’m starin’ at him right now. He’s ok, baby. He’s ok.”

She saw his mop of blonde hair first, her breath catching in her throat as he hollered something down at the deck attendants, one of the boys waving back to him with a specific finger. He laughed and she’d know that laugh anywhere. The one she so desperately tried to coax out of him when he was just a handful of months old���determined to be the reason for his first laugh. 

“JJ!” Logan’s voice cracked as it reached a higher octave and she worried it got lost in the wind, the sails and flags on the ships and yachts flapping loudly against the gusts, “JJ!”

No response, but she could see him talking to someone over his shoulder, her heart beating as the yacht finished docking and the edge of her sandal caught between two boards before she screamed again, fighting to tug it out, “JJ Maybank!”

His head turned, eyes searching the dock as Logan managed to free her sandal, a wide smile breaking out across his face, “I know you didn’t just full name me Lo-Lo!” 

Logan laughed, the sound transitioning into a sob as she reached the edge of the dock, watching JJ make his way down the stairs and to the passerelle, shoving it hard before he all but jumped across. 

He hit her hard, strong arms that felt just a little thicker with muscle hugged her tightly, her face pressing into his chest and shoulder, sobbing at finally being reunited with her younger brother. JJ cried with her, not even bothering to hide his happy tears as he clutched the back of her head, one arm wrapped fully around her waist as he hauled her off her feet. “I’m so happy to see you again,” Logan breathed when they parted, her hands lifting to cup either side of his face, looking him over as if she hadn’t set eyes on him in years rather than almost two months. “Are you ok? You’re not hurt? Sick?”

“No, I’m fine,” JJ shook his head, hand ruffling his mullet-esque hair, shaking it back and forth, “been livin’ in paradise, not doing too bad at all.”

Logan rolled her eyes, moving to hug him again, her arms wrapped around his neck to press herself closer, more tears escaping her eyes, “I was so scared, JJ,” she whispered, JJ humming softly. “Rafe called and said you went over…”

“Yeah…” JJ cleared his throat, “A miss understanding, really…”

“We can talk about it later,” Logan stepped away to wipe her eyes, shaking her head back and forth as he smiled softly down at her, “I’m just so happy to see you again.”

“Right back at you, sis,” JJ lifted a hand to cup the side of her neck, allowing himself a moment to look her over, see what had and hadn’t changed. “Looks like you’re almost as blonde as me now, huh?”

Logan’s laugh was watery, nodding as she sniffled, “Yeah, I decided to help it along. The roots were starting to get annoying and it got too long and was aggravating me. So I had Stacy take me back to blonde while we let my natural color fade in.”

“Looks good, I’ve always liked it blonde.”

“I know.”

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You'll Be Safe - Chapter Ten

“KAMO TAHANAN,” BIYA CALLED OUT TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR, AS SHE KNEW ELLIE WAS STILL WITH KIE AND MIKE. She expected Bellie to stumble down the stairs or out of the kitchen to greet her, but she was met with silence. Dropping her keys in the key bowl, she saw a little sticky note addressed to her.

Continue here

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God I’ve missed these two

It’s my birthday! Any chance of a snippet of my fav couple Audrey and JJ?❤️

Ahhh! Happy birthday!!! I'm sorry this is late, but maybe the length willl make up for it? 😉

18+ MDNI | Fluff, language, hints of drama, OBX season 4!

Read Audrey's Version here!

JJ Maybank stood outside the building, arms folded across his chest as he watched the old, wooden doors closely. His heart knocked roughly against his ribcage, his breathing just a little forced, his nostrils flaring with every inhale. It was muggy, a gross humid high and the back of his neck was too warm—warm enough that the collar of his button down was sticking uncomfortably to the sweaty skin there. 

“She’s gotta be almost done, right?” JJ glanced to his left to see Pope standing just a few feet away, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his slacks as he spoke, “Like it’s been a while, right?”

“’Bout thirty minutes since I was kicked out, so…” 

“You were supposed to keep your cool,” Pope shook his head, “this isn’t gonna go the way we want if they see you flying off the handle over—”

“Tiger doesn’t change his stripes, Pope.” JJ inhaled deeply, his chest starting to burn, his own thoughts of what he wished he’d done differently went haywire in his brain. “She knows me—I’m not gonna let some fucking…Kook in a pressed suit sit there and tell me I’m the reason why all this has happened.”

“They’re baiting you,” Pope ran a hand down his face, “we talked about this before, you knew they were going to go after you…”

“Not like that, I didn’t!”

“Easy.” Cleo’s voice cut through their growing argument. The girl leaned against a nearby bench, eyes trained on the phone in her hands, “They’re probably still watchin’ you from the windows, dumb-dumbs.”

Silence fell over the boys, both of them glancing towards the many windows on the four-story building. With a little more anxiety settling in his stomach, JJ asked quietly through the side of his mouth, “You think they’re watching?”

“Millions of dollars are on the line here,” Pope whispered back, “of course they’re watching.”

They didn’t need to wait much longer, the massive doors opened seconds later before Audrey stepped out, squinting rapidly at the bright sun as she walked down the steps quickly, moving towards the three waiting for her on the sidewalk. 

“What happened?” JJ was on her fast, meeting her halfway, not at all missing the look of frustration across her features, his arms looping around her waist as hers wrapped around his neck. 

Audrey didn’t reply right away, pressing her forehead into the side of his neck, breathing in deeply as she centered herself, inhaling JJ’s familiar smell as the comfort only he could offer seeped back into her bones. His hand slid along her back, squeezing her closer and Audrey pulled away enough to cup his face, their eyes meeting as she rested her feet flat on the ground. Before JJ could ask any further questions, she closed the distance between them, kissing him deeply, passionately, in the hot, humid, Charleston air. 

JJ returned her kiss, fisting the fabric of her suit jacket as he pulled her closer, one hand leaving her waist to cup her jaw before he tilted her head back to change the angle. In all the chaos, in all the drama, in all the legal bullshit they’d been through they hadn’t had a chance to share a kiss like this.

Not since returning to Kildare. 

“Good news?” JJ asked against her mouth when they parted to breathe, but Audrey shook her head, pressing herself closer to steal another kiss, the blonde happily granting her more before they parted again.

Audrey rested her forehead against JJ’s, his hand slipping along her face until it rested at the back of her neck, his eyes searching hers when she opened them seconds later. “You’re all that matters,” Audrey whispered softly, quiet enough that only he could hear, his heart both sinking and soaring at the same time, “and I wouldn’t change anything that happened.” 

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You'll Be Safe - Chapter Nine

IT’S NOT THAT BIYA REALLY THOUGHT THAT HER EVIL SISTER-IN-LAW WOULD ACTUALLY POISON THE HERBAL CHICKEN SOUP, BUT GIVEN THEIR BAD BLOOD, COULD ANYONE BLAME HER FOR BEING SKEPTICAL? This is why~ she was going to be delivering some very nutritious TCM soup to one of her daughter’s closest friends, who was a truly wonderfully bright person despite having a crap-load waste of oxygen of a father. Listen, it was one thing for her daughter to ingest it and another for John B. to inhale it. Rich Asian spiritual voodoo wouldn’t work on John B. as it would on Ellie…

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My mother lost everything. Her family, her home, the love of her life… She had to make to costly sacrifices for my safety, for our happiness. She built from the ground up but she didn’t have to do it alone. Along the way, she found friends who became our family. 

Her partner in crime and my godmother, Caroline Forbes, an ambitious, generous spirit who took expectations and exceeded them. An ex-News Anchor who wanted to be more than just a pretty face on television. She was someone with a drive to do more so she  followed her mother’s footsteps in investigations - becoming New York’s Finest PI alongside my mother. 

Alongside them would be the man who I’ve known to be an uncle, Enzo St. Claire, a soldier who’s natural instinct was to protect and defend. Sharp witted and unshakably loyal, he never let any harm come to us, and always offered a sympathetic shoulder. 

And then there was my mother, the great Katherine Pierce. Abandoned by her family and dejected by my father, she fought all odds to make our roots in NYC. From a struggling waitress to a successful PI, I grew up admiring her strength and her will to survive. She was a force to be reckoned with and one that protected me fiercely. 

Their lives - our lives -became intertwined and our bonds unbreakable. They inspired me to be the woman I am. To tell my story, I must share theirs. This is the story of how a bunch of strangers became a tight knit family to fight all odds and create a legacy . 

-Nadia Pierce 

Gifs not mine; credit to original creators

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Lol, the way I dashed over here so quickly— I totally see them having four kids: son, daughter, twins (boy and girl)

Eldest son is a lil shy, and first daughter is like a lil version of JJ with Ellie’s looks

The twins got that OwO vibe going for them

Do JJ and Ellie have kids?

Oh yes! I think they’ve got an entire baseball team. Hahahahha. I think they’ve got at least two, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it became three or four. Hahahhaha. We’ll need @cdragons to weigh in. 🤣

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THANK YOU GOD FOR OUR LORD AND SAVIOR KATEEEEEEE

Oh miss ma’am can we have a snippet of my favorite couple during the holidays? 😍😍😍

Yessss!

18+ MDNI | Rafe’s POV, heavy flirting, language, explicit sex, pregnancy sex, references to rough sex.

Rafe leaned back onto the palms of his hands, watching his wife slowly untie the red silk robe, an early Christmas present from Amy. The floor length fabric slipped off her body and pooled at her feet, Rafe’s mouth going dry as he took in her new lingerie.

The bra tied at the front, as if it were a present with a big satin bow, the material the only thing keeping him from seeing her gorgeous breasts. Her chest rose and fell, excess cleavage spilling out now that her breasts were growing, and he groaned as his eyes drifted down her body, taking in the sheer high cut matching g-string, the thin straps resting just over the curve of her hips, leaving very little to the imagination. And while all of that was absolutely hot, it was her slightly rounded stomach that had him hardening, her skin stretching to make way for the baby they created about four months ago.

He never thought he’d have a breeding kink. In all the times they role played it before they were married and before they discussed having kids, it was never the idea of actually reproducing that got him going. But now that she was full from him—now that he’d actually given her a baby, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop the way his dick throbbed when he pictured her pregnant, couldn’t stop staring as she walked towards him.

“Does it look ok?”

Rafe’s swallow was audible, nodding as she slipped her fingers over his bare shoulders, his own hands curving over her outer thighs, skimming her body until he reached her stomach, holding it gently on either side as he lifted his eyes to find hers.

“You look so good, Lo.” Rafe shifted to press his lips to the space just below the large bow, “So beautiful, so fuckin’ hot, baby.”

He knew she was self conscious, that she hadn’t expected to not be able to wear her clothes at this point in her pregnancy and she hadn’t gone shopping for maternity clothes yet, opting to wear her looser clothes or some of his. “The bra is on its last hook, just hanging on for dear life.”

Rafe snorted, shaking his head as he flattened his hands out, caressing her stomach before he ran them up her body, teasing the edge of the bow, “S’good thing you won’t be wearing it long.”

He almost lost it right there, lips parting as he unwrapped his present, watching her gorgeous tits fall into place, cupping them in his hands, he dropped his head to give them the attention they deserved. Gently licking and kissing, nuzzling his way around her very sensitive nipples, making sure not to cause her any discomfort as he teased her piercings between his teeth, squeezing them together before he fell back against the bed, taking her with him.

Logan giggled and Rafe grinned lazily up at her, watching the future mother of his child get comfortable, he made quick work of unclasping her bra before what little of it remained fell from her frame. Rafe enjoyed the view, enjoyed the feel of her hands lightly tracing the muscles along his abdomen, enjoyed the feel of her shifting and not so subtlety grinding onto his covered cock. He slipped his hands up her thighs and over her waist, gliding them along her stomach. Her bump was most noticeable like this, a little round, a little low, and he wondered what it would look like in four more months, when she was weeks away from delivering.

She was still about three weeks away from her anatomy scan, and the baby had so far refused to cooperate when the sonogram technicians tried to see if it was a boy or a girl, which seemed fitting. A baby with both Cameron and Maybank DNA was bound to be strong willed and, as JJ so proudly declared at the dinner table that evening, difficult.

All thoughts of his brother-in-law and their Christmas Eve dinner at JJ’s new house flew from his mind as Logan leaned down and kissed his neck, her nose brushing his head back as she kissed and nibbled at his ear, his hands running over her hips before they cupped her ass, his long fingers digging into the soft flesh as she sucked her way down the front of his throat and over his chest, her body shimmying down his until she reached the elastic of his boxer briefs, her hand palming him through the thin material, a damp spot darkening the color from where they both got a little too excited.

She kissed him through the material, stroking up his thigh as she teased his head, moaning softly when he gathered the hair at the back of her neck, the strands longer and falling over her shoulders now—blonde curls keeping him from seeing her beautiful face. She gently pulled his underwear down, that pink tongue that sent him to new heights swiped across her lips as he sprung free, her hand wrapping around him almost immediately.

Another thing about Logan’s pregnancy was that she was now in that ‘horny all the time’ phase. She thankfully just got out of the morning, or in her case, all day sickness and was now insatiable. Evidence of that being her trying to coerce him into the Maybanks’ powder room, those painted lips attached to his ear, moaning about how badly she needed to taste him.

He wanted to let her too—the number of times he’d heard or walked in on JJ while he lived with them had him ready for payback, but he also didn’t want the entire party to hear his pregnant wife gagging on his cock. The guestlist was long and the powder room was not far enough away and there was zero chance of Logan stopping after a blow job. They’d been going three, sometimes four rounds lately before she was satisfied and he didn’t really want to explain to Ellie why her brand new good Christmas towels needed to be thrown out. Or why he needed to know where her mop was.

“You’re so big, daddy,” Logan purred around him, her long nails sending goosebumps up his legs as she toyed with him, dragging the nail of her index finger down his shaft, “so red—so hard.”

“Need it, baby.” Rafe’s hips bucked when she kissed his head, “Been thinking about it all night after you mentioned it.”

“Should have let me make you feel good,” Logan hummed before she took him into her mouth, tongue swirling as she stroked where she couldn’t reach, eyes lifting to meet his.

“Too many people, doll,” Rafe groaned when she started to bob, teeth grazing his sensitive flesh, although not enough to cause any real pain, “your noises are all mine.”

Logan gagged, obscene noises filling their spacious bedroom and Rafe moaned, neck extending as he tilted his head back, trying to keep his hips still as she quickened her motions, his girl moaning around him when he kissed the back of her throat.

She pulled off after several blissful seconds, stroking his wet cock purposefully, free hand moving to cup his testicles, her lips sliding along his dick until she reached them. “Fuck, Lo…” Rafe bucked and she giggled, “So fuckin’ good at that.”

“I’m so wet, daddy,” Logan shifted, her free hand releasing his cock before she slipped it between her legs and inside her underwear, “so turned on and ready to be filled…”

Rafe moved quickly, Logan shrieking as he pinned her to the bed, careful of the baby, as he kissed her deeply, passionately before he ripped the thin fabric from her hips, his own fingers sliding in to feel just how wet and ready she was for him. “You’ve been this way awhile,” Rafe groaned, kissing across her shoulder and between her breasts, making sure to love on and kiss his way across her stomach until he reached her hips and pulled his fingers out, immediately sucking them into his mouth. “My baby needs it, huh?”

“All the time,” Logan sighed as he shifted again, pushing his underwear off fully before he lifted her legs, taking a moment to stare down at her as he licked his lips, the taste of her still lingering there. “I’m so hot, daddy. So desperate for your big, thick cock.”

“Fuck, Logan.”

Rafe guided himself to her, both of them sighing as he teased her opening, his eyes moving to her face when he slipped inside. It didn’t take long for him to bottom out, Logan clawing her way down his back as they moved together. “Need it, need it, need it,” Logan babbled as he rocked into her over and over again, “Harder, Rafe. Please baby, fuck me so good.”

Rafe would be lying if he said he wasn’t concerned about how hard he could rail his pregnant wife, Logan drifting closer and closer to that rough sex line the further along she got, one instance a few weeks ago where he’d nearly smacked her ass raw coming to mind, his girl sobbing for him to do it again and again as she rode him hard. He already made a mental note to run it by the doctor during their next visit. He definitely didn’t want to do anything that wasn’t good for the baby, even if it’s mother wanted to be fucked so hard she couldn’t walk.

He moved harder and quicker, hips snapping as their headboard shook, probably denting and scuffing the wall further, and he was just glad that no one was staying with them now, Wheezie opting to go to Sarah’s rather than come back with them. Logan gripped his back, shoulders, and neck, trying to get as close as she could to him, eyes all but rolling back into her head as she pressed her mouth to his, nails scratching up the back of his head as she got closer and closer to the edge.

It didn’t take long. Not that it ever took Logan long to come undone, he knew what buttons she needed pushed and when, but another side effect of the pregnancy hormones was that she came quick. Her body was already partly there before they even started, his girl only taking a few minutes to climb the rest of the way, that gorgeous pussy squeezing him so hard he tumbled right after.

“Rafe, Rafe, Rafe…”

He kissed her down from her high, loving on her neck and shoulders as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they breathed together, hearts beating in time together.

“I love you,” Rafe drug his lips across her shoulder, breath still coming out in short pants, hand sliding between them to caress her stomach, “both of you.”

“We love you too,” Logan breathed back, nudging his face up for a sweet kiss, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

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HE BOUGHT IT BC HE THOUGHT IT WAS IMPORTANT!!!!!

GOOD MORNING KISSES!!!!

Can we have a wild winds snippet on this lovely day? 😍

We can!! Happy Friday!!

18+ MDNI | sweet fluff, references to unprotected sex, hints of ptsd to past pregnancy scares.

Logan turned her head into the pillow, enjoying the last bit of sleep as her body woke for the day, one hand curling under the pillow, her bare legs working to push the sheets down. She arched her back, expecting to be met by the hard lines of her boyfriend, ready for him to pull her closer and kiss her neck like he always did. but instead she found nothing.

“Rafe…?”

She didn’t open her eyes, instead waiting for his morning voice to greet her back, but all she found was silence. Rolling over onto her back, Logan blinked her eyes open. She swept the bedroom before glancing towards the closed door, and just as she was about to climb out did the door open, a dressed Rafe Cameron walking back in. Paper bag in his hand.

“Where did you go?” Logan settled back against the pillows, dragging her fingers along the corners of her eyes to clear the sleep.

“Had to run an errand,” Rafe slipped out of his shoes before crawling back into bed with her, Logan yawning as he reclaimed his side of the bed, pulling his backwards hat off before he tossed it towards her dresser.

Logan nuzzled her way onto her pillow, hand reaching for the collar of his shirt before pulling him towards her. “Kiss?”

Rafe hummed, cupping her jaw before he kissed her good morning, their sweet kiss quickly turning just a little heated, memories of the night before crossing both their minds. She just slipped her tongue into his mouth, stroking his with hers as his hand ran down her side, fisting the material of her sleep shirt when the loud crunch of the paper bag interrupted them.

Logan pulled away and Rafe moved it, glancing over at Logan as she looked at it curiously. “What was so important that you had to get first thing?”

Rafe leaned back against his pillow, wordlessly handing her the bag in response. Logan pushed herself up, digging into the bag until her fingers wrapped around a hard cardboard box. She pulled it out, eyebrows lifting and heart squeezing as she stared down at the familiar logo.

“You said you wanted it,” Rafe yawned into the pillow, “that it was the only way we could have sex without a condom…”

Logan wasn’t sure why she felt tears sting the back of her eyes, but they did. Her thumb swiping along the Plan B box as she inhaled shakily. Warning bells seemed to go off in Rafe’s head and he moved quickly, hand reaching for her but she shook her head. “I’m ok, I’m fine. I just—didn’t expect this to be so sweet.”

Rafe shifted, moving to press his lips to her neck and she closed her eyes when his hand ran over her waist, open palm resting on her stomach. “I know how you feel, Lo,” his voice was soft as he whispered into her ear, “and I know you’ve had bad experiences in the past. But I’m here, alright? Even if we…even if there is a scare, I’m here with you. As long as you want me to be.”

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I WAY I CUSSED MYSELF FOR NOT WORSHIPPING THIS SNIPPET RIGHT WHEN IT CAME OUT

any wild winds snippets?!! no pressure i just think about them all the time 😩😩😩

Yes!!! Let’s do a post season three, beginning of season four snippet! In honor of the holiday season!

18+, MDNI | References to sex, fluff, suggestive conversation

Logan slipped one of the matches out of the glass holder, turning it to hit the strike plate before she busied herself lighting the candles—something she had grown fond of in their house. The house was slowly winding down, the lingering smell of Thanksgiving dinner hovered in the air. The leftovers were currently divided into various glass containers, set to go home with individual families, the gentle hum of the dishwasher letting her know it was hard at work cleaning up the many plates, cutlery, and glasses they used.

Several bottles of wine littered the kitchen counters, as well as a variety of covered desserts, all missing slices or pieces, the food currently being enjoyed by their guests across the house. Through the floor length windows she could see Rafe and Mike out on the patio enjoying high-quality cigars. They were mid conversation, Mike with a big smile across his face while Rafe chuckled, her boyfriend looking at ease, the heather gray thermal he wore making him look so soft, contrasting well with the dark wash of his denim jeans.

Further out away from the patio, curled up on the big pool-side lounge bed were John B and Sarah, the couple dosing beside one of the outdoor heaters, both stuffed full from the pumpkin and chocolate pies after having multiple helpings of their delicious Thanksgiving dinner. Pope and Cleo sat beside them about ten minutes ago chatting, but the couple had since left to go have dessert with the Heywards, thanking Logan and Rafe for hosting this year’s celebration and Ellie for orchestrating most of the meal.

Logan crossed through the kitchen, finishing up lighting the remaining candles on her way into the living room. The massive, overstuffed and oversized sectional occupied by Biya and Anna, the two curled up together on one side, sharing a blanket and several glasses of wine, an open bottle of red on the coffee table in front of them. Anna controlled the remote to the TV mounted above the roaring fireplace, despite Biya trying to swipe it every few minutes, searching through the collection of movies available to stream.

“I cannot start the season with Jim Carrey!” Anna swatted Biya’s hand away when her friend suggested the Grinch for the tenth time in five minutes, “Absolutely not.”

“You’re such a spoilsport…”

“You’re the one with the Grinch kink…”

Biya squawked and Logan laughed as she lit the candles along the hearth of the fireplace, a smile poking from one side of her mouth. “Let Logan pick,” Biya watched her adopted daughter blow out the match, the dark house now glowing warmly. “Come sit with us, baby girl.”

Logan moved into the corner of the sectional, toeing off the heels she wore most of the day, her feet breathing a sigh of relief at being out of their shoe shaped prisons. She curled up on the couch, dragging a free throw blanket over her as she nestled into the cushions, her body exhausted from a day of cooking, eating, and chatting. She watched Anna scroll through the Netflix holiday options until one caught her eye. “Oh, let’s watch The Holiday first. I could really use some Jude Law on my screen.”

The girls all collectively agreed and Anna selected the favorite easily, putting it on as she poured Logan a fresh glass of wine, the blonde thanking her softly while the movie began. They were just getting to the part of the film where Cameron Diaz’s character meets Jude Law when Ellie and Kiara appeared in the living room, both looking squashed and sleepy. “Enjoy your post dinner nap?” Biya asked as they claimed empty spots on the couch.

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Anna asked into her nearly empty wine glass.

Kiara laughed and Ellie blushed. While Kiara claimed the queen sized guest bed down the hall, Ellie had opted to snuggle with her boyfriend in JJ’s old room—and if that snuggle had somehow led to a soft and well-deserved body worshiping session from JJ to thank his girlfriend for all her hard work cooking Thanksgiving dinner, who was Ellie to complain?

“JJ’s still sleeping,” Ellie emphasised, pulling her legs up to her chest, not at all feeling the need to let them know that he’d tired himself out between her legs about an hour ago, “and Kie woke me up to have some pie…”

“What are we watching,” Kiara tilted her head, yawning into her shoulder as she snuggled into her mom, Anna tossing her arm around her daughter.

“The Holiday,” Biya spread out some of the blanket towards Ellie, “it’s good and Jude Law looks delicious.”

Ellie blanched and Kiara laughed, the mothers and daughters settling in to continue watching the movie. Eventually JJ joined them, hair sticking up wildly where Ellie had tugged and pulled as he ravished her, the boy moving to flop down between Ellie and Logan, his legs extending to rest on the coffee table as he swiped Logan’s wine glass from her hand, refilling it for himself. “Who’s that?”

“Shhh,” Anna hushed him and JJ only grunted, Ellie letting him snuggle into her as she whispered the movie and the story behind it to him softly.

The movie was wrapping up slowly, alternating between the two main women and the lives they fell in love with that holiday season when the back sliding doors opened. A slight whiff of a cigar smell came in with them, Mike moving into the kitchen to cut another slice of pie while Rafe wandered slowly around the couch, yawning into his elbow as he took a seat beside his girlfriend, shifting her so she reclined against him, his arms wrapping around her under the blanket, the palm of his right hand sliding under her cropped sweater, thumb brushing the soft, bare skin of her stomach.

He kissed her ear and neck, Logan humming as she relaxed into him and she’d just slipped her hand over his muscled bicep, turning her head to kiss him slowly when a pillow landed right in the middle of them, everyone now watching the couple, rather than the movie. JJ looked the most disgruntled, the pillow he had leaned against now resting on Rafe’s thigh, the older boy lobbing it back towards JJ’s head. “My house, my rules.”

“I’d rather not watch you make out with my sister on Thanksgiving.”

“But any other day is ok?” Kiara asked with faux innocence.

JJ huffed at his friend and Ellie giggled, pulling JJ further into her side, distracting him from his sister and her boyfriend kissing again. Rafe gently tugged on Logan’s lower lip and she had to physically restrain herself from whining, wishing that she had taken him up on his offer to come snuggle in their bed instead of them being good hosts to their guests. “Later,” Rafe purred into her ear as he pulled her closer, “We have all night to ourselves.”

“Anna wants to go black Friday shopping…” Logan turned her head, Rafe nuzzling her softly, “There’s a tablet she wants to look at for Kie…”

“Give her my card,” Rafe nipped her lip and Logan nodded, feeling tingles all the way down to her toes at his bedroom voice, “want you in my bed tonight.”

“Your bed, huh?”

“Our bed,” Rafe corrected easily, Logan smiling playfully as he pressed his forehead to hers, “want you in our shower, and then our bed…then maybe leaning over our bed…”

“Mmmm,” Logan tilted her head, kissing his jaw before she worked her way to his ear, breathing huskily, “maybe I’ll get on my knees on our rug first. A thank you for being so wonderful today…”

“Well, it is Thanksgiving, baby…”

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You'll Be Safe - Chapter 8

STARING AT THE CEILING WITH HER BACK AGAINST THE FINE COTTON BEDSHEETS, ELLIE TRIED TO IGNORE THE LOW GRUMBLING AND INSISTENT GURGLING OF HER STOMACH. She tried distracting herself from her hunger by attempting to count the roses on the ceiling and walls but realized its ineffectiveness once she reached triple digits. She tossed and turned, flipped her pillow twice to rest on the cold side, and swaddled herself with the blankets – but nothing worked. It didn’t help that her personal bed warmer/living hot water bottle was sitting on the windowsill, staring into the distance like he was waiting for something to pop out and jump at them.

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JJ AND RAFE BICKERING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE WILL NEVER NOT BE HILARIOUS

I just imagine JJ being pissed as hell once he founds out about rafe and Logan but once things start to settle rafe and JJ reluctantly work together. The banter between the two of the is going to be great 😂 could we maybe get a snippet of some kind of banter between them? Do you have any without spoilers? 😬☺️

Yessssss! I had to search, because they are all heavy with spoilers, but this one didn’t have as much and I was able to remove what was a spoiler!

18+ MDNI | Language, very suggestive conversation, references to sex and unprotected sex.

Logan padded quietly into the living room, her feet brushing across the soft rug as she wandered around the coffee table and over to Rafe, her boyfriend on the edge of the couch, hunched over a stack of documents spread out across the table.

“Anything?”

“No—it’s missing.” Rafe turned one of the pages over, hand running across his jaw, his family’s ring that he took from Tannyhill caught in the light and glinted on his index finger, a reminder of how far he’d gone, “She knows where it is too, I fucking know she does.”

“What do you think she did with it?” Logan asked, “I mean, it’s a lot of gold…”

“She didn’t do anything with it,” Rafe shook his head, groaning as he leaned back on the couch, arms folded across his chest, “she’s too dumb to know how to get it to Switzerland. Probably got distracted by QVC or something…”

Logan snorted, moving closer as he extended his arm in her direction, hand wrapping around her wrist to pull her down to his side, bringing her leg over his once she was settled, his fingertips brushing under the hem of her shorts, “Have you heard from Wheezie?”

“Yeah, talked to her earlier,” Rafe leaned his head back, eyes closing as Logan carded her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp, “she said Sarah’s been cryin’ all day and Rose has been on the phone.”

“Who’s on the phone?”

Logan glanced over her shoulder towards the doorway, her brother wandering over from the stairs. His hair was damp, face clean, and clothing without stains—JJ Maybank was going somewhere.

“Rose,” Logan said, eyeing her brother as he adjusted the bracelets on his wrist, “and where are you going?”

“Out,” JJ rolled his shoulders back, glancing back up the stairs before he wandered further into the living room, “you’re stayin’ in right?”

“Yes,” Logan rolled her eyes as Rafe smoothed his palm over her thigh, “you don’t have to worry, I won’t leave the house.”

“Good,” JJ leaned over to pick up a few papers.

Rafe tried to catch the page before JJ took it, but wasn’t fast enough, “Do you even know how to read?”

“I read the instructions on how to annoy you, didn’t I?” JJ tapped his middle finger against the back of the paper he was reading, a message for Rafe, which resulted in the older boy rolling his eyes.

“I can see you didn’t finish it…”

“What can I say, cupcake,” JJ tossed the paper down, “it’s a long book—everything annoys you.”

Rafe exhaled slowly and Logan stroked her nails down the back of his neck, an amused albeit cautious smile across her face, still not quite used to their new relationship, her boyfriend and brother acting more and more like an old married couple every day. “Where are you going, JJ?”

“Bonfire,” JJ said, “John B’s gonna pick us—”

The Twinkie’s horn sounded a second later, the two beeps sounding more like a gurgle than anything else, and JJ took a step back towards the stairs, “Twinkie’s here, ladies!”

“One second!”

JJ ran a hand through his hair, “Women, gotta love ‘em.”

“Yeah?” Rafe rubbed his hand over Logan’s knee, “What do you know about women, JJ?”

“I can tell you I know a whole helluva lot more than you do, buddy boy…”

“I seriously doubt that,” Rafe nudged his head back against Logan’s hand pointedly, “I don’t hear any complaints from your sister…”

Logan tugged on Rafe’s hair in warning, but JJ only scoffed, much to her relief, “Well, we all know she loves a project.”

Before anyone else could respond, two sets of footsteps sounded on the stairs, Ellie and Kiara moving towards the front door, Ellie smiling at the couple in her living room, “Let’s go, J.”

“Right behind you, Sunshine.”

“Be good,” Logan called as JJ moved towards the front door, “don’t smoke too much and don’t mix your liquor.”

“Yes mom.”

“Use protection!” Rafe cupped a hand alongside his mouth so his voice carried further, wanting everyone to hear, “No glove, no love!”

Kiara’s laughter echoed out the door, but both JJ and Ellie blushed redder than the tomatoes in the produce section at Heyward’s, “Have fun!”

When the door closed, Rafe wrapped his arms around her, hauling her further into him, Logan’s hands sliding over his shoulders as she found her place in his lap, grinning down at him as he leaned back, palms open and sliding over her ass.

“No glove, no love, huh?” Logan trailed a freshly painted nail down the center of his throat, not at all missing the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed. “I distinctly remembering someone who very much wanted love with no glove.”

“You’re were on the pill.” Rafe slapped her ass and Logan giggled, “and we were building something, and if you said no I would’ve respected that.”

Logan slipped her fingers up the back of his neck, her eyes a little more hooded as she bit down on her lip, “We have the house to ourselves, you know. Everyone won’t be back until late…”

Rafe groaned, moving to press closer to her, head tilting back as he extended his neck, their lips meeting softly, slowly, “Is that right?”

“Mhmm…” Logan bit down on his lower lip, tugging it with her when they parted, her voice breathy and softer now, “Take me upstairs, baby.”

Rafe grinned, hoisting her up and into his arms. Logan half gasped half giggled as he scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck as he moved towards the stairs, “Your wish is my command, doll.”

“Well in that case…” Logan pressed her lips to his ear, Rafe groaning and almost stumbling at the filthy things she started to whisper as he started up the stairs.

“Fuck—Lo…”

“…and I want it all the way in…”

“Shit, baby.”