──★ drew starkey
★ smut
behind closed doors
missing you
beyond the spotlight
jealously
control
birthday boy
mirror
──★ angst
shadows of doubt
──★ fluff
bluecollar!rafe
together again
between us
backstage moments
whispers in the spotlight

★

if i look back, i am lost
tumblr dot com
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
d e v o n

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Show & Tell

shark vs the universe
No title available
DEAR READER

pixel skylines
dirt enthusiast
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
No title available
Stranger Things

Kaledo Art
Mike Driver
trying on a metaphor
Today's Document

oozey mess

seen from Liechtenstein
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from Denmark
seen from United Kingdom
seen from T1
seen from Sri Lanka
seen from Malaysia
seen from Singapore

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Singapore
seen from Türkiye
@httpsdrewstarkey
──★ drew starkey
★ smut
behind closed doors
missing you
beyond the spotlight
jealously
control
birthday boy
mirror
──★ angst
shadows of doubt
──★ fluff
bluecollar!rafe
together again
between us
backstage moments
whispers in the spotlight
Hihi!
Just stumbled into your blog and fell in love with your theme! If you're open to it i would love to be mutuals with you! <3
i am just now seeing this!! 🥹 thank you and of course!
Part of You | Dean Di Laurentis
a/n: hi everyone, long time no see. not my usual obsession, but what can i say? i'm obsessing over daddy dean. hopefully this reaches the right target audience 🫡
warnings: swearing, kissing, tension, kinda angsty, fwb, unprotected piv, dirty talk, light smut?, 18+!
word count: 2k
The universe has a funny way of working. Sometimes it places people in your life for only a moment, and other times it keeps pulling you toward the same person until ignoring it becomes impossible. Maybe it’s timing, maybe it’s coincidence, or maybe some people are simply meant to find each other no matter how hard they try not to. And before you realize it, they’ve become part of your routine. Part of you.
STEPHEN KALYN Off Campus 1.01 "The Deal"
OFF CAMPUS | Season 1, Episode 2, "The Practice"
this is your sign to not drink an entire bottle of wine by yourself 🤍
rafesplaymate masterlist
all my content is +18 / MDNI. you will be blocked.
angst: ☁︎ fluff: 𐙚 smut: ♡ dark content: ☾
Rafe Cameron
oneshots
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊⊹ The Other Woman ☁︎ ♡ ☾
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊⊹ Perfect Where Her Rival Fails ♡ ☾
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊⊹ Yes, Daddy ☁︎ 𐙚 ♡ ☾
series
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊⊹ FWB!Rafe x FWB!Reader (finished) ☁︎ 𐙚 ☾
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊⊹ Off to the Races (on-going) ︎♡ 𐙚 ☁︎ ☾
AU
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊⊹ Older!Rafe x Stepdaughter!Reader ♡ 𐙚 ☁︎ ☾
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊⊹ Glamourmodel!Reader ♡ 𐙚
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊⊹ Euphoria AU ♡ ☁︎ ☾
my readers
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊⊹ Stepdaughter!Reader ♡ 𐙚 ☁︎ ☾
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊⊹ Stripper!Reader ♡ ☁︎ ☾
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊ ⊹ Glamourmodel!Reader ♡ 𐙚
ᥫ᭡. ˖₊ ⊹ FWB!Reader ☁︎ 𐙚 ☾
Thoughts & Prompts
© 2024 | rafesplaymate
When The Bough Breaks MASTERLIST
Summary: Reader is a content housewife to her wealthy husband who she somewhat loves. After a tragedy shakes both their lives, reader & her husband move to the island of Kildare to start over, but an all too interested young man next door will make their new home anything but pleasant…
THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON/CON & DUB/CON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. MINORS DNFI.
SOUNDTRACK
PINTEREST BOARD
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
PART SEVEN
PART EIGHT
PART NINE
FINALE
EPILOGUE
Cowboy Blues - pt. 01 - Rafe Cameron
Summary: You swipe right on Tinder with some interesting results.
One Thing Right Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist
△ ▽ △ ▽
You weren’t traditional by any sense of the word. You’d given up all those crazy ideals that had been ingrained in your personality when you realized that you weren’t going to find a high school sweetheart to settled down with. Or a college one for that matter. You settled for nice dates with average guys and tried to remind yourself daily that you needed no one to complete your life. It was fine on its own.
Keep reading
illicit affairs - series masterlist
pt. one: don't call me kid | 2.5k words
pt. two: it's born from just one single glance | 2k words
pt. three: a dwindling mercurial high | 2.4k words 🔥
pt. four: you taught me a secret language | 2.9k words
pt. five: make sure nobody sees you leave | 3.7k words
pt. six: you'll be flushed when you return | 3k words
pt. seven: tell yourself you can always stop | 2.8k words 🔥
pt. eight: and clandestine meetings and longing stares | 2.6k words
pt. nine: leave the perfume on the shelf | 2.1k words
INTERLUDE | 0.6k words
pt. ten: don’t call me baby | 2.4k words
pt. eleven: look at this idiotic fool that you made me | 2.4k words
pt. twelve: take the road less travelled by | 4.1k words
pt. thirteen: tell your friends you’re out for a run | 4.2k words
pt. fourteen: like you don't even exist | 3.4k words
pt. fifteen: for you i would ruin myself | 3.2k words
pt. sixteen: and you know damn well | 4k words
pt. seventeen: but they lie, and they lie, and they lie | 7.4k words
pt. eighteen: take the words for what they are | 6.5k
────────────
Rafe, Kelce, Topper and you. For as long as you could remember, the four of you have been inseparable. For as long as you could remember, you were also in love with your best friend, Rafe. You always told yourself that it was a teenage thing, that you'd grow out of it, and for most of the time, it felt like you could.
Emphasis on most of the time.
🔥 indicates smut in the chapter
you’re on your own, kid
Rafe Cameron has spent most of his life chasing after a girl who claims she wants nothing to do with him. One day, she texts Rafe that she’s needs help, which turns out to be something much deeper than he could ever imagine.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
PLEASE READ: this story will contain dark topics of eating disorders, vomiting, rape, and sexual assault (not by Rafe). Please proceed with caution and do not read if these are triggering topics to you!! This fic is in no way intended to romanticize any type of sexual abuse or disordered eating.
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter tewelve
chapter thirteen
chapter fourteen
blurbs: dorothea , to me, you are perfect, what if I told you I’m a mastermind?, you’re the real thing, LosT , keep driving
Pinterest board <3
Playlist <3
𝔼𝕄’𝕊 𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 ⭒ 𓈒ㅤ
・❥・ em | she/her | 20’s | libra | rafe cameron’s gf
PLEASE NOTE — THIS BLOG IS NOT FOR MINORS. MY WORK CONTAINS DARK AND MATURE THEMES. this includes noncon/dubcon, CNC, abuse/DV, etc. 18+ ONLY. always check warnings & read at your own risk!! IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, DON’T READ/INTERACT. IT IS NOT MY JOB TO EXPLAIN THE INTEREST IN READING/WRITING DARK FIC SO DON’T ASK. ALL HATEFUL ANONS GET BLOCKED.
・❥・ newest works
{ no good deed goes unpunished } { the cut that always bleeds } { the heist pt. I && pt. II } { champagne problems } { wicked games } { leaving tonight pt. II } { toxic pt. IV }
requests are OPEN. mainly writing for rafe but open to other OBX characters by request! to send a request, send me your idea via ask, not DM. if you’re anonymous, please include an emoji thats not already taken somewhere in the message. all i ask is that you at least come back after and lmk your thoughts.
reblogs, comments & likes always make my day! if you enjoy my work, please consider supporting me through my ko-fi, tumblr tips, or ask for my paypal 🤍
TAKEN EMOJI ANONS — 👰🫦🫠🫀📝🦄🧸💸🦋🐻🤎🫧💙🦎✨🦢🗣️🪩🪐🥰🎀🐠🍰 ⚘🧚♀️🍒 🍮🏹🌲🌙🩰🪼🍪💍🧁
{ pick an emoji and come say hi! new moots always welcome too }
RAFE CAMERON MASTERLIST
{ ⇢ completed requests }
{ ⇢ rafe concepts }
{ ⇢ em’s fic recs }
{ ⇢ answered }
{ ⇢ thoughts }
© rvfecamerons DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WORK. if you find my work elsewhere it was posted without my permission.
just thinking about bluecollar Rafe and how he definitely got a good Christmas bonus this year and is spoiling reader so hard
oh! you better believe he is 😭 i just know there all snuggled up on the couch tonight watching a christmas movie
Any recommendations for any rafe writers? I’ve gone thru the tags so many times and need new stories!!
dear lord there are so many 😭
@rafesbabygirlxx @rafesapologist @rafesteddy @littlelamy @moondustbaby @slvbum @rafescherie @poge-life @rafecameronssl4t @ivysprophecy @calypso-rt @bbywhitefox123 @calumsargwife @lacyydollette @cherrywriterrr(@rafeswriter) @zyafics @prettytheyswag @starkeyisthelastname @starkeymeow @xneens @whorelaud @moonsgemini @maybejj @bluebayousblog @nemesyaaa @nativegirltapes @rafesaddiction @rafedarling @drewsephrry @ilyrafe @rafelust @tini5 @maybankslover @dollgems @2tarbell @rafey-baby @probably-writing-x @kissylec @ash5monster01 @papercranesandinkstains @inthelibrarybtw
i know there are several of these girls that aren’t writing anymore ): but their work is just too good to not be mentioned! (will update when i randomly think of other authors)
𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐘𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✶
waiting for rafe cameron && readers paired with him
!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒
‧꒰აbsf!reader
‧꒰აdoll!reader
‧꒰აcherry!reader
𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒
‧꒰აrafe being a softie when he’s half asleep
‧꒰აyour chaotic movie nights with bf!rafe
‧꒰აbf!rafe and his over dramatic girlfriend
‧꒰აcalling ex!bf!rafe to say goodnight as a prank
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
‧꒰აs2!rafe as your boyfriend
‧꒰აmarried life with husband!rafe
Am I Okay? Masterlist
summary: y/n moves to the outerbanks thanful for a fresh start away from a very heavy past. once she gets there she falls into this diverse crowd of kooks, pogues, and everything in between. north carolina may be the south but she shows them what texan looks like. shockingly, rafe takes interest in his sisters friend. someone so drastically different from him. girl next door. what ever will he do?
authors note: im gonna be honest a LOT of this fic is gonna be self serving. i know its not gonna be everyones cup of tea but i started making it for my friends and i and its really grown so i decided to post. there will be a lot of names you wont recoginze and with that being said its got quite the back story so i will be posting a sort of 'key' if that makes sense.
throughout this fic i will be touching on some sensitive subjects such as physical abuse, drug addiction, drug rehab, ptsd, and more as we go on. this is something thats going to affect you please continue at your own risk.
some other notes will be that this is not show accurate entirely, as i said this was VERY self serving and very, fanon, if you will. the pogues and kooks get along, no to little topper or kelce mentions.
[ read before starting series! ]
key | profiles part one | profiles part two | profiles part three | moodboard
[ smau series are labeled as 'part's and written series are labeled as 'chapter's ]
| part one | chapter one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | chapter two | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | chapter three | part thirteen a | part thirteen b | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen | part eighteen | part nineteen | part twenty | part twenty one | part twenty two | part twenty three | part twenty four | part twenty five | part twenty six | part twenty seven | part twenty eight | part twenty nine | chapter four | part thirty |
Christmas Eve, Just Us
blue collar!Rafe x wife!Reader
summary: Rafe gets home late on Christmas Eve from a long day at work. The house is quiet, the kids finally asleep. You’re waiting up for him in soft pajamas, tree lights glowing.
word count: 1k
The house is quiet in a way that only ever happens once a year.
Not the kind of quiet that feels empty but the kind that hums, soft and full, like the walls are holding their breath. The Christmas tree glows in the corner of the living room, multicolored lights reflecting off the ornaments Jace insisted on hanging himself, most of them crooked and clustered too low. Mia’s handmade paper chains droop along the banister, taped in places where tape definitely shouldn’t be, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fix them.
The kids are finally asleep.
You know because you checked. Twice.
Jace sprawled out diagonally across his bed, one sock missing, cheeks flushed with leftover excitement. Mia curled around her stuffed reindeer, thumb tucked in her mouth, lashes resting softly against her cheeks. You lingered in their doorway longer than you meant to, heart full and aching all at once.
Now you’re waiting.
The clock on the stove clicks over to 8:17 p.m. when you hear it, the low rumble of Rafe’s truck pulling into the driveway. Gravel crunches beneath the tires. The engine cuts off. Silence again, just for a second, before the front door opens.
Boots thud softly against the entryway floor.
You smile before you even see him.
Rafe steps inside like he always does after a long day shoulders heavy, movements slow, jacket shrugged off and tossed over the back of the chair. His flannel is dusted with sawdust, hair flattened beneath his beanie, cheeks red from the cold. He smells like winter air and work and something familiar that settles deep in your chest.
“Hey” he murmurs when he spots you, voice already softened.
“Hey” you whisper back, even though there’s no reason to whisper anymore.
He slips his boots off quietly, like he’s still worried about waking the kids, then crosses the room in a few long strides. His hands are cold when they cup your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he leans down to kiss you—slow, lingering, unhurried.
Merry Christmas is in it.
I’m home is in it.
I missed you is in it too.
“Kids asleep?” he asks softly, forehead resting against yours.
“Finally” you smile. “They were vibrating.”
He chuckles under his breath, that low sound that always makes you feel warm. “Jace told me Santa was gonna need a nap after our house.”
“That sounds right.”
Rafe’s eyes drift past you, toward the living room. The tree. The stockings. The small plate on the coffee table.
He squints.
“…Is that—”
“The cookies” you say, already laughing. “They insisted.”
He groans quietly, pressing his lips together as if bracing himself. “Of course they did.”
You turn to look at them with him. Three slightly misshapen sugar cookies, iced thick with red and green frosting. A glass of milk filled a little too high. A carrot beside it—Mia’s contribution—for the reindeer.
Rafe rubs a hand over his face, shaking his head. “I told Jace Santa doesn’t need that many.”
“You also told him Santa works hard” you remind him.
He sighs. “Yeah, well. Guess that’s on me.”
You watch him eye the plate like it’s a challenge. “You don’t have to eat them all tonight.”
“Yes, I do” he says seriously. “It’s my job.”
You snort, leaning into his side as he picks up the plate. “You could leave one.”
“Nope” he says, already heading toward the kitchen. “Santa doesn’t leave evidence.”
You follow him, laughing softly as he sets the plate down and takes a cookie, biting into it without hesitation. Frosting smears the corner of his mouth.
“How is it?” you ask.
He chews, nodding slowly. “Honestly? Not bad.”
“That’s generous.”
He grins. “Don’t tell Jace.”
You watch him eat two more, chasing them with a long drink of milk, before he finally sets the plate down and exhales. “Okay. I might regret that in about… an hour.”
“Worth it.”
“Always” he says, looking at you when he says it.
The house settles around you again. The hum of the fridge. The glow from the tree bleeding into the kitchen. Rafe shrugs out of his flannel, draping it over the chair before pulling you into his arms. You fit there like you always do, cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.
“You okay?” you ask softly.
“Yeah” he says after a moment. “Just tired.”
“I know.”
He kisses the top of your head. “But it’s a good tired.”
You pull back slightly, looking up at him. “I got you something.”
His eyebrows lift. “You said we weren’t doing gifts tonight.”
“I lied.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re dangerous.”
You lead him to the couch, where the tree lights spill across the room, and hand him a small wrapped box you’d tucked under the cushion earlier. It’s nothing flashy—brown paper, twine, a little tag written in your handwriting.
He sits, elbows on his knees, carefully unwrapping it like he’s afraid of tearing it. When he opens the box, he goes still.
Inside is a simple leather keychain, stamped with initials—yours and his, and beneath them, two smaller ones: J & M.
Rafe swallows.
“…You didn’t have to” he says quietly.
“I wanted to.”
He turns it over in his hands, thumb brushing the letters. “I carry my keys everywhere.”
“I know.” you smile softly.
His eyes lift to yours, shining just a little. “Thank you, baby.”
He pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around you, holding you like he might never let go. The world feels small and perfect there—just the two of you, the glow of Christmas, the weight of love built brick by brick over years.
“Merry Christmas Ray” you whisper.
He kisses your temple. “Merry Christmas.”
Later, when you’re curled up in bed together, his arm heavy around your waist, the house quiet again, Rafe murmurs, “Hey.”
“Mm?”
“Next year,” he says softly, “let’s do this again. Just like this.”
You smile in the dark. “We will.”
Because this—this is everything.
a/n: hi lovies! here’s a little christmas special with my favorite little family. this one is extra soft and close to my heart. merry christmas 🎄 i hope you all have the most wonderful day, however you’re spending it. thank you for being here with me this year. i can’t wait to focus on all the new things i have in the works… just know i have some really good stuff coming 🫶🏻
♥️ lani
Send Me A Request! 💌
Masterlist
𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉:
@lolabunnyworldss @superlegend216 @bonjourjiminie @rafesbabygirlxx @raineshua @wolfcin04 @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @angelofcigs @maybankslover @bluesundaylover @sweetnastybunny @littleshinythoughts @obx-hp-fan @rafessbaby @outersbanksgirly @luvvrafey @maybejj @sunny1616 @UnsaidJaelinRose @strangexjess @coastalcowgirlie
so beautiful and sweet 🥺