#racer!rafe cameron x reader

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earning your stripes - part three

✯ pairing:

racer!rafe cameron x fem sports reporter!reader

✯ summary:

sports reporter, y/n edwards, has the opportunity of a lifetime - interviewing nascar driver, rafe cameron. But, it may be a little bit more than she bargained for.

✯ warnings:

rafe is a sexy cocky bitch, reader is a queen, sexual innuendos, eventual smut, mature themes, rafe low key is a bitch, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

Being one of the most valued drivers in all of Nascar meant that Rafe got sponsorship endorsements and lots of them. His biggest yet had come from Redbull – it was a multi-million dollar deal and he was grateful for it. It was a lot more money than he had ever even thought possible to make, let alone doing something that he loved so much and it covered everything, from his car to his rent to the vip booth he now sat in, waiting for the race to begin. To most, he appeared like a cocky prick, but the truth was that he was just a kid from the outer banks of North Carolina, trying to make a name for himself, trying to make a name separate from his father’s. He never imagined he’d get this far. Rafe peered up at the tv that sat in his booth, feeling nothing but the leather part of the couch that he sat on against his tracksuit. There was nothing special about today’s opener, or so he thought. 

“Welcome to countdown to green, everyone! Presented by redbull and the chamber of commerce, weather here in Charlotte is beautiful as the race to Indianapolis and the playoff cutline enter the home stretch. Fans here are excited! Welcome to the front of the grid, Dan Fields, here along with pit reporter y/n y/l/n and hall of famer Garrett Ledbetter. Hey, let’s talk about these last few regular season races to close out the regular season, y/n.” 

Dan nodded his head toward you as you brought the microphone up to your mouth and a smile crept across your lips – Rafe made a note of the color as he watched you intently from the LCD screen; so scarlet it was bordering the territory of being maroon. He didn’t know you well, but he knew that he hadn’t seen very many women in his short twenty-four years wear a statement on their lips the way you had and in that moment he had decided that the color was only destined for you. A fact that he was so sure you knew. He was torn out of his thoughts as he watched your report – a personality so vibrant coming to life on screen that told him he had indeed fucked up by ruining things with you before they even began and that fact alone annoyed him even more than your effortless beauty did. 

“The two drivers to watch today are the same two that we’ve been watching all season and if you’ve been paying any attention you know why. Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton are best pals off the track, but they are neck to neck in statistics as we prepare for the Indy 500 and closing out this race season. Right now, these two are both the first in line to get these last few spots as we head into the playoffs. We’ll hear from both drivers when we come back.” 

Rafe’s ears perked up as you spoke, his name sounded so foreign yet subtly sweet coming out of your mouth, like molasses. He tore his attention away from the screen for only a moment and looked out the window of the booth, watching as you spoke into the microphone, smiling, dropping the hand that held it as the camera operator signaled that you were no longer live. His only thought remained that you were encapsulating both on and off the screen. 

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“Welcome back folks! I’m Dan Fields, coming to you live from Charlotte Motor Speedway. We’re here with Rafe Cameron and Topper Thronton. So, Garrett just said y/n, that Rafe here is the most dangerous guy in the race to the playoffs, do you agree with that?” 

He questioned, motioning to you and you smiled, knowing you were about to bruise Rafe’s ego on live television. Though it was funny, you still didn’t want to hurt him the way he had hurt you and especially not publicly. 

“I do and I don’t – we’ve seen some outstanding skill on his part and it’s not a question of how talented of a driver he is, I have no doubt in my mind that he will secure one of those final spots in our playoff lineup. But, I think he’s reckless and that’s fine, this is Nascar. But, Topper Thornton plays it safe in strategy and gets the same results and there’s a real question of when recklessness on the track is life threatening. I totally think he’s going to show out in these last two regular season races and these spots could go to any of these guys. Today is all about who leaves their heart on the track, whether that’s one of these two or even #78 Jamie Dornan, this race will be the deciding factor. May the best driver win. ”  

Rafe smiled, he was embarrassed, sure. Hearing that the girl you like doesn’t view you in the best way always sucks, especially when it’s on live television. But, it also made him even more enthralled by you. You had subtly told the entire world that you didn’t care for him and that’s what shook him – the subtlety of it all, the subtlety of you. It told him that you didn’t have a mean bone in your body, and he added that fact to the list of things he could admire from afar. 

“Well said – even if you are bruising this guy's ego.” 

Topper chimed in and you softly laughed as he punched Rafe in the arm. You could tell these two were best pals and no matter who took home the win today, you were sure it would remain that way. 

“No harm done, she’s right. I am pretty reckless when it comes to driving, but I think there’s real beauty in that. Have you ever loved something so much that you were willing to die for it?” 

He responded, this time questioning you and it caught you off guard, which he could tell by the bob of your throat as you cleared it, trying to find the words to respond to him. He elicited a slow, sexy smirk and unluckily for him, you were quick on your feet, you had to be when in this line of work. The truth was that you had loved something so much that you were willing to die for it. But, you didn’t get the opportunity to, because your dad’s life was taken by it instead. His absence left behind a remnant love that could only be compared to the embers of a fire, completely dry ground underneath it with only sparks remaining. When you love something and someone as deep as the ocean – depths unmatched and unfathomable, waves overtaking you – it’s impossible for a hole not to be created that’s at least the same amount of depth and that’s exactly what happened.

“I can’t say that I have experienced that, but hey, maybe one day!” 

You giggled, responding to Rafe and he studied your form, the crinkles in the smile that only he could see was disingenuous. He wondered how he knew that when he barely knew you at all. It was just this icky feeling deep in his gut that gave him the idea that you were lying, that there was more to this girl than reporting for Nascar and dancing in bars. You had loved something as deeply as he loved the race, the speed, and the adrenaline and he was going to make it his mission to find out what it was. 

“Well – good luck to you two today and may the best man when! When we return, watch these two face off for those final spots in our playoff lineup.” 

Dan said, smiling into the camera as the crew signaled to him that the network had gone to commercial break. You followed his lead, heading back to the pit where you would do most of your reporting for the day, as you always did. 

“y/n, wait up!” 

Rafe’s voice echoed as he raised it, competing against the bustle of the racetrack for your attention. You rolled your eyes and knitted your brows in confusion before you turned around to face him. 

“Hey!” 

You said with a soft tone, doing your best not to show your annoyance and remain professional. 

“Hey – uh. I just wanted to say I was sorry for the other day.” 

He spoke, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, feigning nervousness. You smiled cheekily in response. ‘So, he might not be the devil after all’, you thought. Whether he was or not wasn’t the issue, though. The issue was how butt hurt and sad you remained over what he had said and that deserved a little bit of groveling on his part. You weren’t just going to forgive him so easily when he was more than likely only apologizing because Topper told him too. 

“What are you talking about?” 

You giggled, questioning him, knitting your eyebrows in fake confusion. Of course, he couldn’t tell that you were lying, at least not about this. 

“You don’t remember? The other day at my house?” 

He questioned. 

“No? The first time I met you was at the bar the other night.” 

You stated matter of factly and you almost laughed out loud as his face fell. 

“You don’t remember me calling you a hooker as a joke?” 

He was genuinely confused, he knew he wasn’t crazy, he knew it was you that had done the walk of shame heading out of his garage at his cruel joke. 

“No, I think you have me confused with someone else.” 

You said, giggling again. 

“You may not remember, but I’m positive it was you. So, I want to say I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. I’m just not very good with new people, especially women as pretty as you.” 

The blush rose to your cheeks quicker than you would’ve liked, but you weren’t about to crumble in front of him, not like you did before. You gave him a soft smile, nodding in his direction, a thank you for the apology that he was very enthusiastic about giving to you. You appreciated it, even if Topper was the driving force behind it. 

“Can I take you on a date?” 

He blurted out and you smiled ear-to-ear. 

“That depends – what kind of date do you have in mind?” 

You asked, a cheeky grin plastered on your scarlet lips. 

“That’s all dependent on you, pretty girl. What’s your idea of the perfect date?” 

His smirk almost did you in – almost. 

“Hmm. That’s a tough one, there are so many options, you know? How about you ask me again if you win today?” 

“If? I think you mean, when, sweetheart.” 

He giggled, that same smirk plastered across his face as he moved his hand to tuck his chestnut locks behind his ear.

“We’ll see.” 

You laughed at his sudden confidence – knowing that it would soon dissipate like a fleeting gust of wind against your face as it hit you in the fall. When he asked after his win, you were simply going to tell him no just because you could and because he had called you a pretty girl. Where did he get off doing that? 

“Yeah, we will. Hey, I gotta get on the track. But, I’ll see you after, yeah?” 

He asked, cocking his head to the side, like he didn’t know the answer to the question.

“Sure, Rafe.” 

You nodded in his direction. 

“Good luck.” 

You said, smiling kindly and you thought for only a moment that he wasn’t nas big of an asshole as you had originally perceived him as. 

“Luck is for losers, sweetheart. This – it’s all me. I’ll be fine.” 

He said sending you a wink and your heart almost exploded. This beautiful creature, this cocky fucking prick had you in his lasso and you were determined to break his heart before he could break yours. 

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date night: ferrariracer!rafe x wag!reader

the roar of the crowd still lingers in the air, that wild energy from the race clinging to you like electricity. rafe’s victory for ferrari had the whole world watching, but right now, none of that matters. he’s got his eyes on you as he steps out of the car, sweaty, disheveled, and utterly victorious. his race suit is unzipped, clinging to his hips, and there’s a cocky grin plastered across his face as he spots you leaning against your black porsche parked in the shadows.

you can’t help but smile back, a rush of heat spreading through your body as you see the way he’s looking at you. like you’re his prize at the end of the night. like nothing else matters. your dress hugs you in all the right places, and you know exactly what you’re doing when you flash him that teasing grin. his blue eyes darken, flickering over you, and you know you’ve got him exactly where you want him.

he strides over, helmet tucked under his arm, eyes never leaving yours. “you waiting for me, baby?” he asks, voice low and full of heat.

you step toward him, your fingers tracing the edge of his suit. “always,” you murmur, leaning in close enough that your lips brush his ear. “that win… that was for me, right?”

rafe chuckles, deep and husky, and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in until there’s no space between you. “every single lap.” his lips graze your neck, just enough to make you shiver.

the car ride is quick, but every second feels electric. rafe drives fast, one hand on the wheel, the other resting high on your thigh, fingers teasing your bare skin under your dress. he’s pushing it, testing you with every squeeze, every slow drag of his thumb against your leg. you can feel the tension between you two thickening with every mile, every glance he shoots your way, the kind that leaves your pulse racing as fast as his car.

he pulls up to the restaurant, and you know he picked this place on purpose. no one will bother you here. it’s tucked away, intimate. inside, you slide into the booth, rafe sitting close, so close that his knee presses against yours under the table. his hand, warm and rough, slides along your thigh again, this time more deliberate. you try to focus on the menu, but it’s useless with his fingers inching higher, teasingly close to where you want him.

you shift in your seat, trying to play it cool, but the way rafe’s smirking at you tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. “something wrong, princess?” he asks, his voice low, almost a purr. “you seem a little… distracted.”

you shoot him a glare, but it’s weak, your pulse racing too fast to hold it. “you’re pushing your luck, cameron,” you warn, even as your legs part slightly, giving him more access.

he grins, leaning in closer until his breath is warm against your neck. “you love it when i push,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing a slow line up your thigh, stopping just short of where you need him most.

dinner drags on, every bite, every sip of wine filled with tension. you feel the heat between you two crackling in the air, your skin tingling with anticipation. rafe’s touches are subtle but constant, his hand never leaving your thigh, fingers sometimes drifting higher, other times pulling away just when you want more. it’s like a game, and you’re both all in.

by the time the check comes, you’re practically buzzing. the ride back to the hotel is a blur, and the second you’re inside the room, rafe’s hands are on you, pulling you close, lips crashing into yours like he can’t stand another second apart. his kiss is rough, desperate, and it makes your knees weak.

you stumble backward, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down with you onto the bed. “you look so good in that dress,” he mutters against your lips, his hands already working the zipper down your back, “but you’ll look even better out of it.”

“so get me out of it,” you challenge, breathless, tugging at his race suit, wanting him just as desperately.

he chuckles darkly, his hands slipping the dress from your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of fabric. “all mine,” he growls, eyes dark as they rake over your now bare skin. “you know that, right?”

you nod, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his suit, needing to feel him, all of him. “yours,” you whisper, your voice a soft breath, “all yours.”

rafe doesn’t waste any more time, stripping down and pinning you beneath him, his body pressing against yours, skin on skin. the heat between you is electric, every touch sending sparks through your veins.

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nobody leaves rafe cameron

toxic!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: after a series of arguments with your boyfriend, he has to remind you of your place when you try to leave him.

warnings: toxic relationship, very toxic and mean rafe (meow), arguing, smut, cnc, dacryphilia, choking, degrading, praising, dirty talk, a pussy slap, unprotected piv sex (errr no no), creampie, angst, a lot of swearing, trying to break up, talking bad about your partner behind their back

this takes place episodes 4x1-3

tell a friend to tell a friend, she’s backkkk

he was so fucking mean.

all you and him had done in the past few months is bicker and argue.

the week had already been shitty, but when Rafe told you he was going to compete in the Kildare BMX Race, you wanted to be a supportive girlfriend.

key word: wanted.

Rafe was tuning up some stuff on his dirt bike, dressed in all black. you sat on the sand next to him, just admiring him as he worked.

it was rare for him to wear all black, and the look was driving you insane.

“you gonna keep starin’ at me?” Rafe teases softly.

“mhm.” you hummed, grinning.

the announcer came on to say there was about five minutes til the race so everyone should head over to the start.

“hand me my helmet, would ya?” Rafe asks.

you stand up, wiping the sand from your denim skirt and grab his black helmet. you hand him it, feeling his large hand come down to help wipe some of the sand off your ass.

“there you go,” he coos.

“good luck, baby.” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

he just mumbles a soft thank you, slipping on his helmet as he starts the bike’s engine, switches gears, and takes off over to the starting line.

➽───────────────────❥

the race had been going smoothly. Rafe was in first the entire time…

until JJ Maybank decided to jump the river bank, landing in front of Rafe.

you watched anxiously, cheering on for your longterm boyfriend. but when Rafe’s front wheel collided with JJ’s back wheel, the two guys crashed and were flung off their bikes.

the rest of the racers zoom by, causing Topper to win.

“oh, shit.” you curse under your breath, running over to where Rafe was on the floor.

“are you okay?” you ask, trying to help him up. he shrugs you off of him, too clouded by anger.

he storms over to where John B and Sarah are with you hot on his tail.

“get used to it.” Rafe grumbles, causing John B to look at him.

“what’d you say?” John B asks, clearly frustrated. when Rafe doesn’t respond, he shoves him.

“what’d you say?!” John B repeats, louder this time as Rafe shoves him back.

“get used to it! get used to it, alright? this is forever, ya’ll don’t get to win!” Rafe yells as Sarah steps in between her brother and husband.

“you could have killed each other!” Sarah scolds.

“Rafe, c’mon, please.” you ask pleadingly, tugging on his arm.

yet again, he shrugs you off. due to the sand being uneven, the small movement was enough to cause you to fall on your ass.

but Rafe didn’t notice, or, didn’t seem to care as he continued to shoot insults at Sarah.

you were now pissed as you stood back up, and then it seemed like your boyfriend remembered you were together.

he tried to wrap his arm around your shoulders for support, still aching and hurt from the crash.

you just shrugged him off, storming away.

“y/n!” Rafe calls after you.

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he somehow managed to apologize and charm his way back into your pants the day after the race.

but when you and Rafe walked into Topper’s little celebration party at one of the villas, Topper embraced Rafe into a hug, clearly drunk from the intense game of beer pong.

“you see him? his dad shot and killed Sheriff Peterkin.” some girl mutters to her boyfriend.

unfortunately, Rafe overheard.

“leave it—“ you started, but he was already going over to the girl, who was now backing up against the wall.

“what’d you say?” he asks, the girl’s boyfriend pushing Rafe back.

“go away, Rafe.” the boyfriend grumbles, but Rafe doesn’t back down.

“no, no, if you have something to say, say it to my face.” Rafe slaps his cheek for emphasis, but Topper and you move to pull him back.

“hey, relax, okay?” you tried to say, watching him grab a bottle of alcohol and start drinking it.

“just— just get the fuck off of me right now.” Rafe says coldly, obviously pissed off about the situation.

you grit your teeth, a pit forming in your stomach as you bit back a response. but you obliged, walking away from him.

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yet again, he managed to apologize and charm his way back into your pants, reassuring you that he’s just going through a lot of stress about the deal with Hollis.

but the final breaking point was when your father had came to you about pushing Rafe towards his teetering decision about becoming Hollis’ partner.

you immediately said no, not wanting to go behind your boyfriend’s back. so when you drove over to the yacht club Rafe was at, you found him sipping on a margarita with Topper and Ruthie.

“what about your girlfriend?” Ruthie asks, making you stop in your tracks.

it was wrong to listen in on his conversation, but a part of you wanted to hear what he had to say about you.

“who, y/n?” Rafe asks, making Ruthie nod.

“she’s not my girlfriend… we’re just hookin’ up, ya’know?” Rafe murmurs, drinking more of his margarita.

a pain started to form where your heart was, a deep frown on your face as he spoke.

“i thought she moved in.” Topper furrows his brows.

“she’s not going to move in… i would never live with a pogue, i have standards.” he explains, making Ruthie and Topper laugh.

that was your breaking point, the point where you were ready to throw the past 19 months away.

because clearly if he couldn’t even respect you to his friends, he doesn’t respect you at all.

you turned on your heel, trying to leave when you accidentally knocked into a server, causing a glass to fall down.

you swore under your breath, ducking out and leaving. but unfortunately, your boyfriend is tall, and he was able to see your head.

“awe, shit.” he cursed quietly, drinking the rest of his beverage before walking away.

“y/n! y/n.” Rafe calls out, jogging to catch up to you.

“no, Rafe! i’m fucking done!” you yell, storming to your house that was only a few blocks away.

Rafe runs in front of you, grabbing your hips to stop you from moving. “the hell you mean done?”

“are you dense? we’re over.” you snap, trying to pull out of his grip.

he clenched his jaw, laughing bitterly.

“i don’t know what you think you heard, but-“

“i don’t think anything. i know you just basically said you could never take me seriously as a girlfriend since i’m a pogue.” you cut him off, lip trembling as you wipe away a tear rolling down your cheek.

“i didn’t mean it like that, baby.” Rafe coos, just trying to charm his way back.

“no, stop. it’s not going to fucking work, Rafe. i’m serious… we’re done.”

“no, we’re not.” Rafe says, his voice dangerously low.

“yes, we are,” you spit.

Rafe roughly grabs you, pushing you into the back of his car. once you’re inside, he moves on top of you, grabbing your throat with his hand.

“you think you can just leave me?” he laughs piercingly, his face barely a few inches from yours.

you didn’t respond, causing him to squeeze your neck. “i fucking hate you.”

“no, you don’t.” Rafe murmurs, unbuttoning your shorts, pushing them down your thighs.

“stop, Rafe-“

“no, you’re going to fucking listen to me!” Rafe yells, forcing you to stare up at him.

“nobody leaves me, you understand?” he asks, his voice breathy and dark.

chills ran down your spine, your eyes wide in fear as your body trembled.

“you fuckin’ understand?” Rafe reiterates, barely slapping your clothed cunt.

“y-yes,” you whimper.

“good girl. now, ‘m gonna fuck this pussy because ‘s mine, yeah?” Rafe says, not really asking.

all you do is nod in response, hating how your clit is throbbing with need.

“you’re lucky i’m not gonna make you suck my cock right now… just wanna remind my girl that she will always be my girl.”

he’s rambling as he shoves his shorts down just enough for his dick to sprang free. he’s always been well endowed, with an 8.5 inch cock, a pretty pink tip, and two prominent veins you always loved to lick on.

“wearin’ these fucking panties… you wanted this, huh? wanted to come and try and make a fool outta me?” Rafe grumbles, pulling the pink lace to the side to reveal your drenched cunt.

you shake your head, tears forming in your eyes from the situation. you were hurt, angry, and fucking horny.

Rafe wastes no time in sliding his cock into your hungry hole, his hand tightening around your throat.

“mhmm, my girl ‘s always so hungry for me. look at this slutty hole suckin’ me in,” he purrs.

he pushes his hips until your clit is pressed against his pelvis, a few tears rolling down your cheeks with your lip in a pout.

“that’s a good girl… fuckin’ cry for me.” Rafe grunts, starting to piston his hips as he fucks you in the backseat of his car.

your hands gripped the shoulder of the passenger seat and the headrest of the back, pretty eyes fluttering shut as your cunt clenched around him.

“yeah… look at you clenching f’me… so needy for this dick.” Rafe coos, forcing you to look at him.

“open your mouth.”

you don’t oblige at first, too overwhelmed in pleasure and the fact that you’re getting fucked by the same man who just talked shit about you.

he uses his fingers to open your jaw, spitting in your mouth. “when i tell you to do somethin’, you fucking do it. swallow.”

you swallow his spit, pussy fluttering around his relentless cock.

“good girl.”

“Rafe— fuck…” you pant.

the car shook as he pounded into your soaping cunt, his balls slapping against your ass.

“tell me who this slutty pussy belongs to.”

“y-you, Rafe… my slutty pussy belongs to you.” you trembled, hand gripping his forearm as he continued to apply pressure to your neck.

“you understandin’ that you can never leave me? that you’ll always be Rafe Cameron’s whore?” he coos, his eyes dark, voice low.

you nod, body shaking as your breathing grows heavier.

“that’s what i thought… all you needed was a good fuckin’ and you’re all well behaved n shit.”

his mean words were turning you on more unfortunately, your belly tightening with each rough thrust.

but when he took his hand off of your neck, beginning to toy with your aching clit.

“look at this clit… all swollen n throbbing f’me. fuck, you’re such a needy whore.” Rafe grunts, his cock twitching inside of you.

all you could do was nod, dizzy and lightheaded from pleasure.

“is my girl gonna cum f’me?” he coos tauntingly, the pad of his thumb flicking teasingly on your hard nub.

“p-please… please, Rafey…”

he moans at the nickname, losing his composure for a second as his balls clench, trying to hold off his orgasm until you explode on him.

“come on, baby. cum on this dick.”

at his approval, you let the coil in your stomach snap. you whimper loudly, clinging onto anything you can reach as your body trembles beneath him.

your orgasm triggers Rafe’s, pussy walls fluttering around him so deliciously he has no choice but to cum inside you.

“take this cum… take my fucking seed.” he groans, hips stuttering as he fills you to the brim.

you pant, vision blurry and suddenly needy for water when you begin to come back down from cloud nine.

you pulled him down into a soft, tender kiss, panting into each-other’s mouths.

Rafe leaned forward, grabbing a half empty water bottle from the cupholder you had left there as he unscrews the cap, holding the hole to your mouth.

“drink,” he murmured.

you happily complied, the water soothing your throat.

“good girl,” he hums in approval.

you couldn’t help but clench around him at the praise, and Rafe’s head fell slightly at the feeling, a proud smirk tugging on his lips.

he knew he was training you so well, even if you needed a reminder every now and then <33.

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As if you care | Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: JJ and Rafe crash at the finish line of the Enduro Race. Just because you and Rafe aren't together anymore doesn't mean you weren't worried about his safety.

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The beach was packed with onlookers, ready to watch the 2024 Enduro race and see who would take champion this year. Your feet dug in the hot sand as you made it through the crowd to the sideline where the rest of the Pogues were. JJ would be racing again this year hoping to turn his luck around and win this year.

You could see across the track the kooks gathering around. One in particular catching your eye dressed like he was ready to race. He was never one to participate in these types of things so seeing him there was a shock.

"Rafe's here racing?" You ask Sarah, watching as Rafe pushes his bike to the starting line, beside the other racers.

She too was confused by his participation, shrugging, "I guess so."

Shielding your eyes from the hot sun, you can see Rafe has noticed you, giving you a brief nod of acknowledgment before swinging his leg over the bike to mount it.

"Shit," Sarah says, "Why the hell is he racing?" She's immediately stomping through the sand toward John B where he too is pushing his bike to the starting line next to JJ.

You followed Sarah, heading for JJ.

"You here to give me a good luck kiss?" JJ teases you with a kissy face, leaning close to you, as Sarah leans over to give John B a kiss.

You shove him in the shoulder, laughing, "You wish, Maybank."

He chuckles mounting his bike, sliding his bandana over his head, "No see I think if you kissed me, I'd win."

You rolled your eyes at his flirting, "Try not to get killed out there." You grab his helmet off the back of his bike, handing it to him. You and JJ had grown close after breaking up with Rafe, but it never crossed a friendship line. He was flirty, but both of you knew there wasn't anything there. He knew you still loved Rafe.

"You see your boy is racing today?"

"Yeah," You reply. Before anything else is said, the announcer gives the racers the minute warning. "Be safe out there."

"Oh I'll be so safe," He drags out with a laugh, hand on his heart.

You can't help but laugh at the memory with Pope, heading back toward the sideline with Sarah.

Rafe slides his helmet over his head, starting his engine and revving it a few times. Even behind helmet you can feel his eyes on you. He felt the anger pulsing through his veins as he saw the interaction between you and JJ. He should have known he would lose you and you'd moved on by now. It only pissed him off more that it was JJ.

You and Rafe had dated for a year before you ended it. He'd started hanging around the wrong crowd, drugs and alcohol making him a changed man. He wasn't the Rafe you fell in love with and you'd tried everything to get him to stop, get help and go to rehab but he'd blown up, destroying your shared apartment in anger; broken furniture, glass littering the floor, holes in the wall. It left you terrified and you gave him the ultimatum. Get help or you were leaving him. Unfortunately, the group had their nails dug deep in him and he wasn't ready to give up his way of life yet. You'd packed up everything you owned from the apartment that night with the help of the Pogues and hadn't looked back.

It didn't mean you didn't care for Rafe. or that you ever stopped loving him. There was no way you could live like that with him and Rafe didn't want the help. You had to admit, you could tell he looked healthier there on the beach, nothing like he did when you left 6 months previous. He'd shaved his hair, his skin was tan and those dark circles under his eyes were gone.

Soon the race began, sand flying through the air. The announcers had people set through the track to see where the racers stood in standings.

At the beginning, Rafe was first, JJ falling behind. As they come around the last curve, JJ jumped the sand dune, putting him in first place. Rafe and JJ went neck and neck, bumping into each other.

They both recovered but Rafe went for him again, bumping his tire and sending both of them flying through the air, landing hard in the sand.

As the race concludes, Topper taking first, everyone stormed the track, you immediately went to JJ with the Pogues.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" JJ starts toward Rafe.

"Get use to it, pogue." He shakes the sand off his arms.

JJ lunges for Rafe and Rafe lunges for JJ, but you quickly jump between them, "Hey! Hey both of you stop it!" pushing them back by their chests,

"You could have killed each other! are you fucking crazy!" You spit out to Rafe of anger and worry for the both of them.

"As if you care." Rafe pushes your hand off his chest, his shoulder bumping into you as he pushes past you before storming through the crowd.

You make sure JJ's ok, before following after Rafe. "Rafe!" Your legs burn as they dig into the sand, his long legs making it hard for you to catch up.

He doesn't acknowledge you, unzipping his suit to his waist as he nears his truck.

"Rafe!" You finally catch up to him at his truck, grabbing his arm to will him to face you, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

He faces you, his face red with anger, "I know I fucked up alright, but did you really have to go for Maybank?" He lets his trucks tailgate down to throw his suit and boots in the back. He doesn't give you a chance to answer, "Just go back to your boyfriend. I'll apologize later when I'm calm."

The slam of the tailgate makes you jump, but you recover, grabbing his arm, "JJ is not my boyfriend! You don't get to pull this bullshit. Not after all the shit you put me through. You seriously could have killed both of you! That was reckless; a stupid move."

He can see your angry and if he's not mistaken, even a little scared, "Why do you care about my safety anyways? It's not like we're together."

"I didn't stop caring for you Rafe. I just didn't deserve the way you were treating me and I left. You needed help and you wouldn't accept it. What was I suppose to do? Stay with you while you continued to wreck our relationship and your life? You destroyed our apartment; you broke furniture. put holes in the walls. I was terrified."

He lets his back hit the side of his truck, running a hand over his head as he looks down at the ground, embarrassed he let his feelings get the best of him. "You're right, I shouldn't have done what I did. Today or that night. I was in deep with that group and I should have got out sooner. You did the right thing leaving." He finally wills himself to look at you. His eyes are sad, "As much as it broke my heart to see you leave, you did the right thing. I wasn't in a good head space and honestly I don't know what I would have done to you. I'm sorry I even put you through what I did. You didn't deserve it."

"I forgive you," You lay your hand on his arm, "I just wanted my Rafe back." You say, tears threatening to spill over.

Rafe wipes a tear away with his knuckle, "I'm here."

You lean into his touch, eyes closing in the comfort of his touch. You missed him.

Soon, his hands are tugging you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and he plants a kiss against your hair. You can feel your entire body relax into his. Your hands move up his back, palms open against his shoulder blades.

"God, I don't deserve you." He says into your hair, giving you a tighter squeeze. He needed this comfort just as much as you did.

He's the first to pull away from you, hands sliding to your cheeks, "I've missed you."

You place your hand over his, bringing his hand to your lips, and kissing his palm, "I've missed you too."

~

The two of you start heading back to the beach, deciding you both needed the extra time together. Everything finally felt right in the world. Your hand in his as your feet dig into the sand, the orange of the sun dancing against the ocean's waves as it sets against the ocean's horizon.

"I can see you still let your emotions get the better of you."

He chuckles softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you toward him, "When it comes to you, I do." He says before kissing the top of your head.

I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed and so appreciated! x

[cybermcdel]

— 𝔖𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗦, rafe cameron . . . ⋆ ࿔｡  

⌗ pairing: ❪ f1 racer!rafe cameron x fem!reader ❫

⌗ summary: ❪ when a girl is getting to close rafe, reader has to reminded a b*tch what’s up…❫

⌗ tags: ❪ jealous y/n, cursing etc! ❫

⌗ a/n: ❪ I love smacking a b*tch from monday to sunday !! ❫

— ( 💿 ) 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 —

❝ Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing

And it's motherfuckin' scary

Tryna keep him 'cause I found him

Let a hoe know I ain't motherfuckin' sharing.❞

The Monaco Grand Prix was in full swing—champagne bottles popping, cameras flashing, and the air thick with the scent of burning rubber and expensive cologne. Rafe had just taken another easy win, cementing his place as the top driver in F1, and now, the paddock was buzzing with post-race energy.

And you? You were that girl.

Dressed in the skimpiest, cutest little outfit that had everyone doing double takes—tiny designer skirt barely covering what it needed to, a cropped top that showed off your curves just right, and heels that had you strutting like you owned the place. Which, let’s be real, you did.

Your man had just won, and you looked like a damn trophy waiting for him at the finish line.

But apparently, someone didn’t get the memo.

A perky little grid girl—one of those too-friendly, too-touchy types—was practically draped over Rafe, giggling at nothing and laying her hand on his arm like she had any right.

“Oh my god, Rafe,” she cooed, twirling her hair, “you were incredible out there! Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone handle a car like that.”

Your brows shot up.

The fuck?

Rafe, being Rafe, barely acknowledged her. His blue eyes were locked on you, sharp and heated as he took in your outfit, his focus entirely elsewhere. But Miss Grid Girl? She was still running her mouth.

And you? You don’t play about your man.

You strutted over, sliding right between them without a second thought, pressing yourself into Rafe’s chest with a sweet smile. “Hi, baby.”

Rafe’s arms were immediately around your waist, pulling you closer. “Hey, princess,” he murmured, his hands already slipping lower.

You flicked your gaze to her, tilting your head. “You need something?”

Her smile faltered. “Oh! I was just saying how amazing Rafe’s driving was today—”

“Right.” You cut her off, smiling syrup-sweet. “Well, trust me, babe, I know how good he is at handling things.” You let your fingers trace over his chest. “On and off the track.”

Rafe huffed a low laugh against your ear, fingers tightening on your waist. “Careful, baby,” he murmured. “You start something, I’m finishing it.”

The girl flushed, stammering, “I— I was just being nice—”

“Mhm,” you deadpanned, giving her a once-over before smiling again. “Well, ‘nice’ looks a little different when you’re touching my man. But don’t worry, I’ll let it slide. “Just this once.”

She swallowed hard, eyes flicking to Rafe for help—but he wasn’t even looking at her. His entire focus was on you, his grip firm, his smirk knowing.

You leaned up, brushing a slow kiss over his jaw before whispering, “Let’s go, champ. I got something better for you than a trophy.”

Rafe groaned, low and deep, already moving. “Fuck, baby—”

And just like that, the grid girl? Completely forgotten.

[suncove]

INTRODUCING…

obx x fast & furious au!

in the outerbanks, cars are a big thing for pouges and kooks alike. it seemed to be the only thing they could somewhat agree on. kooks got their cars by simply buying them, but the pouges had to take the harder route by getting their hands on the parts and modify the cars themselves. one thing both sides of the island could get together for was of course, street racing.

every young person on the island seemed to come together to watch their friends race against their other friends and even enemies, betting whatever money they believed would win this weekend.

but seven drivers stood out in particular. these seven drivers attended nearly every race on the island and were even rumor to be involved in other illegal activities besides the obvious racing.

MEET YOUR RACERS!

JJ MAYBANK

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

POPE HEYWARD

RAFE CAMERON

SARAH CAMERON

KIARA CARRERA

& BULLET!READER

links to be added—

[loveharlow]

MILE MARKER

PAIRING‧₊˚ Racer!JJ x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚  [3.5K] During a race against Rafe, JJ's the victim of poor sportsmanship, leaving his girlfriend and the crew to not only patch him up but defend his honor as well

WARNING(S)‧₊˚  swearing, mentions of injuries, foul play, mentions of blood, self-endangerment, degrading names, mild violence, mentions of abuse

A/N‧₊˚ I am super shocked that I have not seen this AU anywhere, like if JJ had any alternative personality, I feel like a racer is my first thought and this just became my favorite version of him.

˗ˏˋ jj masterlist ˎˊ˗

UNRULY TEENAGE POGUES FROM EVERY CORNER OF THE CUT were tucked onto a vacant street as two daring boys, who held a grudge against one another since seemingly the beginning of time, geared up to race against the other. 

Every weekend, kids on The Cut gathered on any unoccupied back street, preferably off of Shoupe's radar, to watch the unorthodox relay— where two bike-obsessed, thrill-seeking teenagers went head to head. For being an unofficial Pogue event, it was fairly well organized.

There were mechanics who made sure the bike were good to go, flag girls who strut their stuff in checkered outfits and signaled for them to go, and people like you who advised your racer of their route, their speed, and whatever else to make sure they got to the finish line first.

So, while the crowd cheered, you were busying yourself with securing JJ’s helmet as he strapped on his gloves. You pushed his head up after he looked down to fiddle with the velcro strap for the fifth time.

“Someone’s a little rough tonight. You alright, mama?” He questioned, the only readable part of his expression being his eyes that peeked through the small part of the hard headgear. You offered no response, only continuing to loop the straps through the adjustments before he grabbed your wrists gently, lowering them in front of his chest.

“Talk to me.” His voice was slightly muffled and his concern gleamed through his eyes. 

“It’s just…” You started apprehensively, looking to your left where Rafe Cameron and some kook chick stood in a similar stance, her adjusting his helmet before tapping him on the head. “If you don’t dust his ass, we won’t hear the end of it. But I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on you...”

JJ bent his knees slightly, bringing his face closer to yours. “Hey, there’s no pressure. I’ve been doing this way longer than him and you know how that asshole gets; too blinded by his own rage to do anything right.” He assured you, speaking hearteningly.

“The thing is, I may have already come up with a...system, of sorts…” You started, avoiding JJ’s eyes as they fell into confusion. “C’mere.” You mumbled, slipping your wrists out of his grip to grab one of his, leading him to your setup off to the side of the main road where the bikes waited to be driven— two portable laptops, a keyboard, and your headset that connected to the mic inside of his helmet lay on the small table. You released his wrist in exchange for pointing at the dimly lit laptop screens, a path outlined in red on the screen.

“What’s this?” He asked, bending down next to you to view the monitor. 

“I made a slight alteration in your route.” You started. “You already know how to read this; the red line is your entire path, the yellow dots are your mile markers, the flag is the finish line, yada yada.” You continued, trailing your finger up the display and stopping on the fifth yellow dot. “Right here is where I made a change. Originally, I was going to have you follow along to the end of the road and make your right turn to the finish line as sharp as possible to cut down on the speed lost during the turn…”

“Mhm.”

“But this is a street race, so we can bend the rules. Considering, y'know, there aren't any.” You tapped the panel with your finger twice for emphasis. “Once you hit the five mile marker, I made it so that you’ll veer off the main road. You’ll end up on another street, much more narrow and risky but you can do it and it cuts down the distance between you and the finish line by an entire mile, leaving Rafe a good distance behind you.”

“And how will I know when to make the turn?”

You looked up at him in question. “The same way you always do — I’ll tell you. Just keep your mic on and make sure that you can hear me.”

“And you’re sure this’ll work?” He was looking down at you now, standing to his full height.

“No.” You were honest, this was JJ’s well-being, and his reputation, on the line. Lying wasn’t in his best interest. “But I’ve gone over it in my head so many times, you wouldn’t believe it. This is our best shot.”

He let out a deep breath, shaking his shoulders out and bouncing slightly on his feet. 

“If you don’t think this'll go smoothly, we can stick to the original route-”

“No, no, It’s good. I’m good.” Once he was steady and unmoving, you looked him in the eyes — any sign of uncertainty and you were going back to the original plan. But as you scanned his eyes, you couldn’t find one. So without any other protests, you nodded and edged closer to him, kissing the side of his helmet.

“Ok then.” You turned your head towards your station once more, picking up your headset and adjusting it to your head, leveling the small microphone with your lips. “You better get out there.” You encouraged, head tilting in the direction of his waiting bike, hearing your own voice in your ears due to the close proximity.

“You got me?” He asked.

“Always.” You smiled, turning to make sure everything with your display was up to speed. JJ took the opportunity to grab a small handful of your ass considering you were bent over the table slightly. “Get away from here.” You chuckled, swatting his gloved hand away.

“Can’t help myself.” He joked, retreating towards his motorcycle with his hands up in mock surrender.

As you hit keys and adjusted settings, you could hear the crowd get louder as the boys mounted their bikes. You took your eyes off the monitors in front of you to see the flag girl strutting between the two with the checkered banner held high in the air, crossing one leg over the other as she walked to the front, the crowd dying down as she turned to face the two boys. 

It was a small pause, a brief second, then she was bringing the flag down like a hammer on a nail and all that was heard was cheers and engines popping, tires creating clouds of smoke in the empty space behind the vehicles as the bikes practically launched themselves off the concrete.

You wasted no time in whipping your view back to the monitors, the icon that resembled JJ’s bike position moving fast along the path. 

“Hey, J, can you hear me?”

“Crystal clear, baby.”

You smiled, letting your elbows rest on the wooden surface, eyes never leaving the bright interface, watching as JJ practically zipped past the first mile marker.

“You’re doing good, alright? Keep going at this pace for now, but once you start to come up on your turn, you’ll need enough time to slow down. It’s a narrow path, JJ. I need you to focus.”

“I hear you.”

“Good.” You continued watching as the crowd watched the race on a bigger monitor that was set up within their view, watching the live feed from small cameras attached to both of their bikes streaming side-by-side. It wasn’t long before JJ passed the second marker, then the third, coming up on the fourth.

“Okay, this is where you need to decrease your speed. Not too much, about two-thirds of what you’re going now.”

“If I do that, I’ll fall behind.”

“No, you won't.”

“Baby, I'm telling you. He’ll pass me and be miles ahead before I even reach the mile marker.” His tracker was showing that he hadn’t dropped his speed at all and he needed to if this was going to work.

“Listen to me. The path is shorter and allows you to travel less distance, you'll still be ahead. Slow down, now.”

You could hear him sigh into the mic. “We're doing this your way.” He said almost skeptically, like he didn’t believe this was his way to the finish line. Your eyes zeroed in on the computer screen, watching him roll through the forth mile marker at a more compatible speed.

“Okay, edge towards the right side of the road to get further out of Rafe’s peripheral. If he sees you, he might follow.”

You watched him veer off down the path with no issue. A bright smile crept onto your features as you silently cheered to yourself. “Yes! Okay, we can do this. Just keep going, J. You’re not far from the end.”

“The hell?” JJ’s voice boomed on the other side of the line. His tracker icon swerving side to side on the screen. “Shit! He’s tailing me!”

“What?” You could feel the way your face immediately fell.

“He reversed his fucking bike to follow me... Dammit!” His frustration was as clear as day, the sound of engines revving growing louder in the mic. The crowd's demeanor changed as well, causing your vision to reluctantly drift over to the large TV monitor, watching as Rafe’s side of the screen grew closer and closer to the back of JJ’s bike.

“JJ, speed up!”

“I’m going as fast as I can! Is there a way off this damn road?!”

“No, there isn’t! When I- fuck!”

You were frantic, hands above your head as you paced around in your space. Eyes never leaving the screen as the crowd grew more and more anxious. 

You were trying to think. If this were any other person, your assumptions that they would run your boyfriend into a ditch would be low. But this was Rafe Cameron. A man with something severely wrong with him. And you could hear your heartbeat racing, thump after thump, as you watched Rafe’s bike grow close enough to collide with JJ’s back tire, sending him flying off of the bike into the middle of the street. The screen showing JJ’s bike view as it slid across the concrete before glitching out.

The crowd grew half-angry with Rafe’s actions and half-shocked, loud protests breaking out as arms flew in the air. Your eyes burned with tears and your voice croaked as you practically hollered into the speaker unit. “JJ?! I swear to God, can you hear me?!”

You snatched the headset off your head before making a b-line for your own bike that you’d rode here, wasting no time in knocking the kickstand and taking off. The wind blasted the tears out of your eyes as you followed the path you’d mapped out yourself, coming up on the road where you could see your boyfriend curled up into an unmoving ball.

Your bike screeched as it came to a halt while you hastily hopped off with not a care in the world as it clambered to the ground. You almost tripped over your own feet as you ran towards JJ, skinning your knees as you fell to your knees next to him before you stopped running practically sliding before you flipped him over onto his back.

“C’mon…” You mumbled to yourself as you worked on getting the helmet off of his head, throwing it to the side without caution as his face was exposed to you — blood leaking from his nose and trickling from his now split lip accompanied by a large bruise on his cheek. He was coughing and groaning and you were too focused on scanning him for more injuries that you didn’t hear the distinct rumble of John B’s van pulling up, five distressed friends who had been watching from the sidelines piling out of the vehicle and surrounding the both of you.

“Oh my-”

“Is he okay?!”

“Does he look okay?!” You yelled, lifting his shirt to take a look at his torso — purple-ish splotches blooming around his ribcage, red and irritated skin abrasions beginning to bead with blood. You cursed under your breath, slipping your arms underneath him in an attempt to lift him on your own. “We need to get him to the garage.” You spoke as your friends crowded to help you carry his weight as you all hoisted him into the van.

“Why not a hospital?” Cleo quizzed incredulously.

“Too many questions," John B offered.

"And they’ll call his father. We can handle it.” You spoke absentmindedly, carefully laying JJ down on the floor of the Twinkie as you, Kie, Pope, and Cleo piled into the back while John B and Sarah rounded the front. The automobile jumped as John B turned the key before the engine roared and it was taking off down the road.

“I think we should get him to a doctor.” Kie spoke up in a troubled manner.

“No! Okay, we all know they’ll call his dad and he’ll walk out of there with more bruises than he went in with.” You reprimanded. JJ’s health was the first thing on your mind and though they may not understand, taking him to a hospital would make things worse. Between racing illegally, his abusive father, and his already not-so-clean record? Walking into a building full of mandated reporters was not an option.

The van fell silent, all eyes on JJ's heaving figure or looking out the window watching street lights go by. Deep down you all knew he’d be fine but until you knew for sure, the space hung low with tension from worry and disagreement on how to handle the situation. 

“You’re bleeding…” Pope pointed out, motioning to the blood leaking slowly from your knees. It must’ve happened when you ran over to help JJ.

“Don’t worry about me.” You eased the boy’s concern. It wasn’t long before the van was pulling into the garage, the fluorescent white light illuminating the space in the dead of night. The vehicle hadn’t even come to a full stop before the side door was flung open as you, with the help of the others, hauled JJ’s limp frame to the sofa in the corner of the workspace. Once he was situated, you rushed over to the opposite corner of the room, sifting through boxes of tools and manuals until you found the long buried first aid kit and medical supplies. 

JJ had sustained a decent amount of injuries in the duration of his hobby of his but it never exceeded much more than a few shallow cuts here and there. Kneeling next to the worn down sofa, you doused a cotton ball with alcohol and dabbed it onto the injured parts of his face. Of course, you were met with the loudest groan he’d made since you all plucked him from the road.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble apologetically, turning your head slightly when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder.

“You’re shakin’.” Cleo observed. Looking down at your hands, she was right. From your wrists to the tips of your fingers, you were trembling. “Go pull yourself together, girl. I’ll patch him up.”

You gave her the best appreciative smile you could muster, truly grateful for her kindness and keen eye. Handing her the cotton ball, you placed your hands on your stinging knees to help yourself up, walking a just few feet away. You’d clean yourself up later. You just needed a moment to collect yourself.

You couldn’t help but feel some guilt. There was a part of you that was mentally scolding yourself like a parent for suggesting the route change in the first place. What possessed you to put JJ’s safety on the line like that? But then there was that more lenient part of you that kept reminding yourself that Rafe Cameron was not one to play fair and that there was a chance that he would’ve pulled something like this either way.

You were facing away from the group, one hand on your hip as the other ran down your face until it settled on covering just your mouth as you finally allowed the hot tears that took home in your waterline to fall. A small, almost inaudible sob left your lips before you shook your head; sniffing up your tears, rubbing the wetness from your eyes, and telling yourself to stop being ridiculous.

As your mind cleared, you could hear engines in the distance, your brows pinching in puzzlement. You, along with Pope, Kiara, John B, and Sarah, edged towards the opening of the garage as Rafe's bike pulled up with Topper’s truck trailing close behind. Cleo was still kneeling and attending to JJ’s wounds.

Rafe stationed his bike and tore his helmet off as he dismounted, Topper and Kelce hopping out of the truck behind him. Rafe’s lips curled into a smirk, parting to say something but he never got the chance before you were closing the space between you two, clocking him in the jaw.

You stumbled forward a little as you did so, watching him recover from the hit as he took the opportunity to grab you by the shoulders and spin you around and push you down, practically pinning you to the solid ground. You could hear his friends and yours screaming as you both brawled on the concrete.

Rafe’s first raised and came down, just missing your face as it collided with the street, causing him to let out a mangled cry. Distracted by his own pain, you managed to push him off of his straddling position above you as he fell on his ass, you taking the opportunity to kick him in the chest, knocking him completely on his back. You scrambled to your knees, little rocks getting in the cuts on them and strand of hair obstructing your vision as you frantically hit his chest and face. Not landing every hit but enough of them. 

He spoke through the blood in his mouth from your initial hit, calling you all sorts of names ranging from ‘lowlife’ to ‘bitch’. He eventually managed to grab a hold of your wrists that were coming down on him in a frenzy. He pulled you up by them, slamming you against Topper's truck that was still running, your head spinning for a few moments from the collision.

“Get off of her, you psycho!” Kiara's voice rang out.

You found enough strength in your daze to snatch your arms out of his grip, pushing his shoulders back cruelly just in time as John B and Sarah stepped in between the both of you. Rafe wiping blood from his lip as John B pushed him further back while Sarah’s hands were on your shoulders asking you questions you could barely hear through the ringing in your ears.

Your eyes wandered, seeing a frazzled Kie and an enraged Pope in front of Topper and Kelce who were trying to get past them to get to Rafe, Cleo seemingly safe-guarding JJ’s resting figure as she was crouched beside him with a switchblade clutched in her hand.

Once the humming in your eardrums ceased, you could hear John B telling off Rafe and his goons. “She's a girl, dipshit! You don't touch her!”

“She hit me!” Rafe tried to defend.

Then Sarah’s blonde hair was whipping in front of you, now facing her crazed brother. “Because you ran her boyfriend off the road, Rafe!” She screamed. “Just…go! Okay, leave! Go home.”

Rafe licked his lips, nodding his head and looking side to side before shrugging his shoulders. He rubbed his jaw, taking wide strides towards his bike as he snatched his helmet that had fallen out of his hand in the scuffle from off of the ground. He stopped less than a foot in front you, his face distressed and eyes mad. 

He didn’t say anything, just glared at you before chuckling under his breath and throwing himself over his bike. Topper and Kelce following his lead and clambering back into the truck before both vehicles reversed and sped back in the direction they came.

"Jesus..." John B breathed out, running his fingers through his hair.

You took a deep breath, running a hand over the top of your head. 

“Guys,” Cleo called out. “I think he’s wakin’ up.” She waved you all over.

You all rushed over, crowding around the injured blonde who was shifting as his eyes squinted, groaning as he clenched his torso.

“What the fuck…”

A small chorus of laughter was shared amongst the group, looking at each other in relief.

“My ass hurts.” JJ pouted, Cleo shaking her head and rising from her crouched position beside him, patting him on the shoulder. 

“Don’t move too much, blondie. You need to heal.” She offered before leaving the space beside JJ open, motioning for you to take it. John B and Pope walked by him as well, giving him a pat on the shoulder, mumbling similar variations of ‘Glad you’re okay, man.’. Sarah offering a simple smile while Kie rolled her eyes telling him he was reckless.

“She’s totally glad I’m alive.” JJ tried to joke.

You brushed the sweaty strands of hair from his forehead. “We all are.” Your voice was solemn. “This was my fault. I should’ve stuck to the initial plan.”

“Don’t start that.” He insisted. “I agreed to it and it wasn’t our fault, regardless.” His voice was strained and raspy. “He couldn’t stand to lose. That’s all. Don’t sweat it, ‘kay?”

Reluctantly, you nodded, laying your head on his shoulder as one of his arms went around yours. 

You both laid in comfortable silence for a few moments until he spoke again.

“I know I was out of it but… did you fight Rafe?”

You smacked your teeth and groaned while he chuckled. “I was upset. I got him in the jaw one good time, though.”

He squeezed you closer to him as much as his body would allow for a quick moment, planting a small kiss on the top of your head. “That’s my girl.” He praised. “I’m still gonna kick his ass for putting his hands on you, though.”

“I expected nothing less.”

“Glad you know.”

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[torturedtypewritersdept]

earning your stripes - part two

✯ pairing:

racer!rafe cameron x fem sports reporter!reader

✯ summary:

sports reporter, y/n edwards, has the opportunity of a lifetime - interviewing nascar driver, rafe cameron. But, it may be a little bit more than she bargained for.

✯ warnings:

rafe is a sexy cocky bitch, reader is a queen, sexual innuendos, eventual smut, mature themes, rafe low key is a bitch, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

You kept thinking about Rafe after your initial interaction, but you weren’t going to let him know that and you weren’t going to go running back to your bosses crying about a boy being mean to you and refusing to interview him. Racing was already a predominantly male driven sport and that didn’t leave a lot of room for you at the table, but you had worked hard and become someone that every household recognized, they called you one of Nascar's leading women now and you were damn proud of that. You weren’t going to let some meat head race car driver convince you that you weren’t something special, even if he was beautiful and chiseled in all the right places and a leader on the track. Nope. You couldn’t go there. As dreamy as he was, he had ruined any amount of respect you’d initially had for him, simply by opening his mouth. You were brought out of your thoughts as your phone chirped, Alex’s name littering across the screen. 

Green onion. Tonight 9pm. 

You giggled at the text, knowing that she wouldn’t take no for an answer before you sent your reply. 

Only if you wear something sexy ;)

Bitch, get real. 

Her reply came with a quickness, just as you had expected and you giggled, knowing that Alex was always wearing something sexy and always, always going to look good in a bar on a friday night. You wished you could be more confident and carefree like she was. 

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Nine o’clock came quickly. You had wasted most of the day going over the stats of every driver in preparation for tomorrow’s race. By your account, Rafe was set to win tomorrow and Topper would probably come second or third. You liked those odds. Though, deep down if Rafe wasn’t as good of a driver, you might find him less sexy, which would be a good thing. You got up from your desk at 8:45pm, living close to downtown had its perks and not having to leave early for things was one of them. You dressed quickly in a black lacy tank top and low-rise jeans, curling your hair and throwing on a little bit of makeup before grabbing your purse and keys and heading out the door. 

By the time you got to the bar, Alex was already about five drinks deep, as you’d expected. She always pre-gamed a little too hard, even when you were in college. You found her on top of a barstool drooling over a questionable looking man as he tucked her long black hair behind her ears. 

“Mind if I cut in?” 

You asked and she leapt up, squealing and pulling you in for a hug. 

“It’s about time you got here, this guy is boring!” 

She exclaimed. 

“Alex, honey, be nice.” 

You chastised her, though doing so in her drunken state you knew was a waste of time. 

“Sorry.” 

You mouthed to him and he just smiled and walked away, leaving you to tend to her antics by yourself. 

“Wanna dance!” 

She exclaimed in your ear and you merely nodded, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor. You danced for a brief moment, the dim light of the bar and the combination of the dj’s uplights created a feeling of ecstasy amidst the drinks that men in the bar kept supplying the two of you with. You continued to grind against Alex for about thirty minutes, the music bumping so violently that you could feel it under your feet. You walked out of the crowd and back to the bar for another drink when you ran into someone familiar. 

“Hey, y/n.” 

Topper said with a smile and you returned the gesture. 

“Hi, Top. Who’re your friends?” 

You questioned and he introduced them one by one. 

“Guys – this is Nascar's leading lady, y/n.” 

You blushed at Topper’s compliment. For a driver, he wasn’t half bad, he was even sweet to you most of the time. 

“Y/n – this is Kyle, Corbin, Zack, and Rafe.” 

You hadn’t even registered that the Rafe Topper was referring to was the same Rafe that you were trying so desperately to forget. Though, you probably should have; what kind of name is Rafe anyways? You remained polite as each boy said hello to you, returning the pleasantries and as your eyes met his, you swallowed thickly. He smiled that same shit eating grin and you pretended you didn’t know who he was. That’s what any self-respecting person would do in this situation, right? 

“Nice to meet you guys!” 

You exclaimed, tipping the drink in your hand and they returned the gesture, tipping their’s right back in your direction. 

“So, Nascar’s leading lady, huh? How’d you wind up, racing?” 

The one who’d introduced himself as Corbin asked and you giggled. 

“Oh, I’m not a driver! I enjoyed it a long time ago – my dad got me into it. But, I’m a sport’s reporter now, so I report on just about all of you.” 

At your revelation, Rafe almost spit out his drink, suddenly realizing who exactly you were and why you had probably made your way up to his garage the other night. Why had he made that stupid joke? 

“Anyways, Top, I’m here with Alex so I better get back to her. I’ll see you tomorrow though.” 

You said in a sweet sing-song voice before bringing him in for a hug. 

“Alright, call me if you need anything.” 

He said, rubbing the back of your hair. You nodded in response before pulling away and heading back to the dance floor where ALex was grinding on the man she had earlier been flirting with. Topper’s eyes lingered on your figure, making sure you got from point A to point B before tearing his eyes away. 

“Topper, please tell me that’s not who I think it is.” 

Rafe asked with bewildered eyes. 

“Well, who do you think it is?” 

Topper questioned. 

“She’s the hot broadcaster, isn’t she? The one all the guys like?” 

Rafe asked, fear lacing his normally overzealous and cocky tone. 

“She’s more than that, but yeah, that’s the same girl. Why?” 

Topper quickly responded. 

“I. fucked. up. – Top.” 

He muttered in a voice so low and choppy, enunciating the words in a tone so serious yet quiet that Topper almost didn’t catch what he said under the pressure of the music against his ears. 

“What did you do this time?” 

He questioned, annoyance lacing his tone. 

“I may or may not have made a joke at her expense when she came to interview me the other day.” 

Topper rolled his eyes in response.

“Rafe, what did you say to her?” 

He growled, grinding his molars against each other.

“I may or may not have asked her if she was an escort?” 

He replied sheepishly. 

“God! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” 

Topper was yelling at this point, so unabashedly ashamed of Rafe’s behavior and his incessant need to ruin everything. He found it comical really, the way Rafe had the ability to put his foot in his mouth within moments of meeting women; his douchebaggery could . Though, this time, it was at the expense of you – someone topper cared for deeply, and you – you weren’t just some girl in a bar. 

“I was trying to be funny and she looked so sad, Topper.” 

He replied, seemingly remorseful. 

“Of course she did, you idiot! What? You thought she was going to be happy about that?” 

He asked in an accusatory tone and Rafe could only glance between you and back to Topper, like a chastised dog. 

“Rafe, you need to find a way to make it right. She’s sweet. Joke or not – she didn’t deserve to be made to feel like that.” 

Topper growled.

“I promise, I will.” 

Rafe muttered in response, tipping back the neck of the beer bottle as it met his lips. 

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[littlelamy]

behind-the-scenes: ferrariracer!rafe x wag!reader

the home video starts with a shaky camera, slowly steadying as the scene comes into focus: a backstage pass to the adrenaline-fueled world of formula 1. you're holding the camera, catching glimpses of rafe in his racing suit, standing just outside the garage with his hands on his hips. the sun reflects off the sleek cars, engines roaring in the background. it's race day, and you're here, documenting every second.

"baby, say hi to the camera," you tease, zooming in on his face. he turns, grinning as he spots you.

rafe lifts his visor, his blue eyes gleaming with that playful mischief. "you really doing this right now?" he chuckles, but he’s into it. "you're obsessed with me," he says, walking closer, helmet tucked under one arm.

"obviously," you laugh, keeping the camera on him. "how’s it feel to be the hottest racer here?"

rafe looks over his shoulder at the cars and crew, then back at you, his voice dropping a little. "better knowing you're watching me."

the camera catches his smirk as he approaches, leaning in close enough that his lips graze the lens. "you think i’m gonna win?"

you zoom out, catching all of him now. "you better, or you're walking home," you tease.

he chuckles, reaching out to gently lower the camera from your face. "you wouldn’t make me walk, not when i’ve got other ways to make it up to you." his voice is low, eyes locked on yours.

"rafe," you warn, laughing.

the camera dips slightly as his hand slides around your waist, pulling you close. the mic picks up the soft sound of your breath catching, then the video cuts out briefly.

when it comes back, you're filming from the pit lane. rafe’s climbing into his car, the crew bustling around him. you zoom in on him again, watching as he adjusts his gloves and helmet, laser-focused. but just before the race starts, he glances up, like he's looking right at you through the camera.

"good luck, baby," you whisper, though he can't hear you.

the race begins, and the video captures flashes of cars speeding past, the crowd cheering, your occasional commentary about how good he looks out there.

the final clip shows rafe after the race, victorious, sweat dripping down his face as he climbs out of the car. he walks toward you, his suit unzipped halfway, revealing his toned chest. the camera shakes a little as he nears, that cocky grin plastered on his face.

"told you i’d win," he murmurs, voice low as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against him. "now, how 'bout we finish this video back at the hotel?"

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[24kmar]

𓍯𓂃𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𓍯𓂃

🍁𝓟𝓙𝓞 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼🍁

🥊Ares Cabin #2🥊

🎯Daughters of Ares🎯

🧨Sons Of Ares🧨

🔅Poseidon Cabin #3🔅

🍪Hestia Cabin #2🍪

🥧Daughters of Hestia🥧

☕️Sons Of Hestia☕️

💰Hermes Cabin #2💰

🃏Sons Of Hermes🃏

🚕Daughters of Hermes🚕

👑Daughters of Tyche👑

❄️Dark! Kihone Cabin❄️

🤍Dark! Sons of Kihone🤍

🌨Dark! Daughters of Kihone🌨

🗡Aphrodite Warrior🗡

🍎Daughters of Eris🍎

💀Daughters of Thanatos💀

⚜️Dark! Heroes of Olympus⚜️

🫶🏻Bsf! Annabeth Chase🫶🏻

🌊Percabeth🗡

👟Daughters of Nike👟

🎾Sons of Nike🎾

🥇Children of Nike🥇

🎉Children of Dionysus🎉

✨️Farleigh Start x Daughter of Dionysus✨️

🎊Dionysus Kids at a party🎊

🏹Felix Catton x Daughter of eros🏹

🪭Daughters Of Dionysus🪭

🧡𝓒𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼🧡

💧Poseidon cabin color💧

❤️Aphrodite Cabin Color❤️

🌑Nyx Cabin Color🌑

🍷Dionysus Cabin Color🍷

❄️Kihone Cabin Color❄️

💋Eros Cabin Color💋

🏹Apollo Cabin Color🏹

🪔𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼🪔

💸Rafe Cameron💸

🎀Charlie Bushnell🎀

🍬Charlie Bushnell🍬

🌟Charlie Bushnell x Broadway Star🌟

🩰Kate + Anthony Bridgerton🩰

🎬Charlie Bushnell + Actor🎬

👻Ghostface! Ethan landry + Ghostface! Reader👻

⭐️Jude Bellingham⭐️

⚽️ Dating Jude Bellingham⚽️

🚬Farleigh Start Second Chance Trope🚬

🌊Jeremiah Fisher + Friends to lovers trope🌊

🎀Lana del rey girl essentials🎀

🎸Luke Castellan x @mischiefmoons🎸

🐈‍⬛Moodboard for @mischiefmoons🐈‍⬛

🎾Ben Shelton x Tennis Player🎾

🛻Driving In Cars With Boys🛻

🎸Tara Yummy x Rockstar gf🎸

🖤Landon Barker x Rockstar gf🖤

🎬Olivia Rodrigo x Actress🎬

🦺𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷🦺

🏀𝖡𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋! 𝖫𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇🏀

💞Luke Castellan + Daughter of Aphrodite💞

🧛🏻Vampire Luke Castellan🧛🏻

🍷𝖫𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇 + 𝖣𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗌𝗎𝗌🍷

🥁Drummer Luke + Bandmates Sister🥁

🥥Luke Castellan + Daughter of Poseidon🥥

🎱Luke Castellan + Daughter of Melinoe🎱

🥀If Lukes gf joined Kronos with him🥀

💔Luke Castellan Betreyal💔

👑Luke Castellan Bad Religion👑

⚔️Lukes Betreyal to Annabeth⚔️

☀️Luke Castellan + Daughters of Apollo☀️

🥊Luke Castellan + Daughter of Ares🥊

🌈Luke Castellan + Daughter of Iris🌈

🧢Frat! Luke Castellan x Academic! Daughter of Hecate🧢

🎭Luke Castellan x Daughter of Dionysus🎭

🍷Trouble! Verse moodboard⚕️

🗡Trouble! Verse moodboard🎱

🎭How i envision trouble in the trouble!verse🎭

🎶Songs that remind me of the trouble!verse🎶

🍃Smoke Sessions with luke castellan🍃

🫳🏻Losing luke trouble!verse🫴🏻

🎒The one where luke leaves before you wake up, trouble!verse🎒

⚔️Lovers or partners in crime, trouble!verse⚔️

💞Luke and trouble admit theyre inlove, trouble!verse💞

🗽Luke Castellan x Daughter of Athena🗽

🧸Luke Castellan x Daughter of Hebe🧸

🪽Luke Castellan x Daughter of Icarus🪽

🐌𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓼🐌

🦇Matt Sturniolo🦇

😽Chris Sturniolo + Hello kitty GF😽

🎸Matt Sturniolo + Rockstar GF🎸

🐈‍⬛Matt Sturniolo + Black Cat! GF🐈‍⬛

🫂BSF Nick Sturniolo🫂

📷Chris Sturniolo + Youtuber📷

🎧Matt Sturniolo + Podcaster🎧

🗣Chris Sturniolo🗣

🧸Nick Sturniolo🧸

💋Chris Sturniolo + Rockstar! GF💋

🏎Street Racer! Chris Sturniolo🏎

🚘Street Racer! Matt Sturniolo🚘

🎃Halloween With chris sturniolo🎃

🌙Late Night Drives With Matt Sturniolo🌙

🚶🏻‍♀️Late Night walks with chris sturniolo🚶🏻‍♀️

💋Chris Sturniolo x Model💋

🎤Matt Sturniolo x Singer🎤

[cameronsprincess]

Rafe Cameron Masterlist

smut = ☆ angst = ❀ fluff = ♡

series:

↠ marrying the enemy (incomplete)

↠ taste (coming soon)

one shots:

↠ closure ☆

↠ under the influence ☆

↠ i don’t care who sees, princess ☆

↠ tipsy ☆

↠ swipe, fuck, leave ☆

↠ hate that i love you ❀ pt. 2 ❀☆

↠ preachers daughter ☆

↠ mine ☆

↠ lazy days ☆♡

↠ boyfriends brother ☆

↠ run, little one ☆

↠ beg for it, princess ☆

↠ toxic ☆

↠ ride ☆

↠ pretty blue eyes ❀

↠ office hours ☆

↠ champagne problems ☆

↠ truth or dare ☆

↠ that’s my cue ☆ (coming soon…)

moodboards:

↠ dating rafe cameron

↠ rafe with the preachers daughter

↠ college football player rafe cameron

↠ pro dirt bike racer rafe cameron

↠ biker bf rafe cameron

↠ dating rafe cameron (pt. 2)

↠ biker rafe cameron

↠ rafe in a zombie apocalypse

↠ fourth of july w rafe

↠ frat rafe cameron

↠ dad!biker!rafe

↠ ghostface!rafe x ghostface!reader

↠ bsf!rafe x bsf!reader -> fall activities

↠ blue collar!rafe x stripper!reader

↠ mafia prince!rafe x mafia princess!reader

↠ rafe cameron// 80’s slasher camp counselor

↠ dating rafe cameron (pt. 3)

↠ frat!rafe x gf!reader

↠ cowboy!rafe x cowgirl!reader

↠ situationship!rafe x reader

↠ halloween w/ bf!rafe

headcanons:

↠ rafe’s favorite positions, his kinks, things he likes to do to/with you

↠ blue collar!husband!rafe

↠ biker!bf!rafe cameron

↠ bsf!rafe headcanons + moodboard

misc:

texting frat!bf!rafe

texting toxic!bf!rafe

texting toxic!bf!rafe pt. 2

rafe coded text

texting bf!rafe

s1 rafe coded text

[littlelamy]

small moodboard: INTRODUCING ferrariracer!rafe x wag!reader

she had been just an ordinary college student, enjoying campus life, until one night changed everything. at a friend’s party—another wag—she met rafe cameron, and from that moment on, they were inseparable.

now, she’s his number-one fan, cheering him on at every race and wearing his number with pride. always full of energy, she organizes fun trips with the other racer wags and has brought back the fun, glamorous early 2000s wag vibe.

more...

behind the scenes

[torturedtypewritersdept]

earning your stripes - m.list

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✯ pairing:

racer!rafe cameron x fem sports reporter!reader

✯ summary:

sports reporter, y/n edwards, has the opportunity of a lifetime - interviewing nascar driver, rafe cameron. But, it may be a little bit more than she bargained for.

✯ warnings:

rafe is a sexy cocky bitch, reader is a queen, sexual innuendos, eventual smut, mature themes, rafe low key is a bitch, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

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earning your stripes - the playlist (start here)

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the universe:

part one - the interview | part two - there was this girl | part three - the track | part four - layers of him

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