hopelessly devoted to pedro pascal

ToxicEx!Rafe, who plays in the NHL and Popstar!Reader (<- Short and Sweet Tour) who performs in his city, and of course, he comes to the show. The reader has been rumored to be dating the captain of the opposing team he’ll play the next night, which he was already fuming about.

With how things ended between them, she couldn't help but stare up at the box seating the other guy was watching from as she showed the crowd the “new freaky position,” ruining Rafe’s whole night in a second. Now, he can only imagine the two of them doing that. He has the entire night to work himself up about it, too, studying her socials and his hoping to catch what hotel she's at because she won't answer.

Right before puck-drop she waves at the captain; the simple gesture’s enough for Rafe to go on a full-on rampage. At the same time, the reader sits against the glass; all smiles as she watches the man she’s only had a drink with once and her handsome asshole of an ex go back and forth, throwing jabs at each other from the penalty box, hearing bits and pieces of most of it but watching it all on the Jumbotron. Rafe gets thrown into the box five times, only to get ejected from the game, and it takes all but five minutes for her phone to start blowing up with Rafe begging to talk.

SERIES MASTERLIST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ an introduction to the protagonists of “high infidelity”

002. NOTE !

✯ so this is a bit of a sneak peek on what’s to come👀 i may take a while to post the first chapter but that doesn’t mean i won’t keep yall fed….. (face claim is maia reficco but i won’t specify in writing about appearance).

YN LN

pogue, alluring & hopeless romantic.

“i bent the truth too far tonight”

RAFE CAMERON

kook, proactive & brooding playboy.

“put on your headphones and burn my city”

JOSHUA DIAZ

kook, dreamy & boy-next-door.

“put on your records and regret me”

bsf!jj followed you on all of your social media accounts. well, he thought he did. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

your instagram was adorable and demure. photo dumps and stories of your daily iced coffee in your little manicured hand. you had pinterest boards too — jj had seen you scrolling through endless pictures of clothes on his bed and asked questions. you helped him make his own account so he could find new ideas on how to customise his board. he hasn’t opened the app since, but it seemed like it made you happy so he couldn’t find it in himself to delete it off his lockscreen.

he followed you on twitter too. he knew he did because he saw your tweets all up and down his timeline when he would be scrolling late at night trying to find porn. tweets about the cashier that was rude to you, or about that one song you just can’t get out your head.

he thought he’d covered all bases with you. he liked to be in tune with everything you were doing — and maybe that was wrong for a best friend to want, but the two of you were close! it only felt right. it may also have something to do with the fact he’s head over heels for you.

you were laying on your front on his bed. contrasting so sweetly against the boyishness of his room with your cute little hello kitty shirt and denim skirt — epitome of girly girl in such an unfitting space. it made him smile, and he nearly forgot to tune into what you were saying.

you were ranting about your mother again, the woman making it her mission to constantly bring you down.

“seriously jayj, if you saw the way she spoke to me...” you mutter with a frowny little pout as your fingers tap away at the screen, assumably responding to a text.

“i have seen the way she speaks to you. the lady is a nut job, no offence.” jj leans back slightly, tossing a balled up pair of socks from his laundry in the air and catching it.

“her texts are even worse.” you huff.

“s’alright. i’ll be your mommy.” he quips as you’re distracted by pulling up the correct screen.

“jj.” you tsk before turning your phone around. “look!” you whine, and he knows he’s meant to be looking at the texts displayed infront of him. but with undiagnosed adhd, jj couldn’t help but find his focus on the notification sliding down at the top of the screen. the twitter icon, notifying someone reposted your tweet — however, it was accompanied with another username he’d never seen before. an account ran by you assumably, that he no idea about.

“huh… yeah, no yeah. she’s batshit.” jj shakes himself off as he takes mental note of the username, leaning back and hoping you don’t ask any questions knowing he didn’t read the texts at all. you seem none the wiser, continuing to complain and go about your business. that evening, it’s time for you to head home. jj squeezes you at the doorway, cups your cheek and tells you that if your mom is giving you grief, you can come right on back. it seemed to comfort the pout off your face, and you skip off.

now it’s time to sate his curiosity.

when jj gets into bed that night, he types the username into twitter. it takes a few tries to get the specific spelling right, as it had been a few hours and slipped his mind — but finally, the account filled his screen.

your age is attached to the account, yet no name. there was definitely a sense of anonymity— to the point where you hadn’t even told him about it. he considered doing the right thing and clicking off — but jj didn’t always do the right thing, and this was one of those times. the first thing he notices is how clearly you the account is. the header, the profile picture — even the font in your bio was so… you. all curlicues and girly and pink — it was undeniably his best friend.

and then he scrolls.

‘want my best friend 2 hold me down n use me so bad :(’ a tweet from 3 days ago. the blonde sits up in bed, blinking at the screen. that was him, right? eagerly, he continues his scrolling — finding endless tweets about your sexual desires, fantasies, anecdotes about jj himself. it didn’t take much longer of scrolling until he comes across a video — his face heating and crotch stiffening at the familiarity of it all. it was your bedroom, and your face was cropped out. that one pair of pink panties he occasionally caught peeks of beneath your skirt hang off the ankle of your knee high clad legs, pretty pussy on display, glistening as you roll your hips, desperately fucking a pillow.

“god… damn.” he breathes, hand coming up to rub his chest as if to attempt to still his quick-beating heart. he stuffs a tongue in his cheek, part of him wanted to be mad that you were letting strangers on the internet see you like this before he got to. it was a childish type of jealousy that made his hands sweat and the back of his neck all prickly.

a bird squawks outside his window, causing the maybank boy to jump out of his skin like he was about to be caught watching his best friend get herself off. he juggles the phone, quickly checking the screen to make sure he hadn’t accidentally liked any posts. he hadn’t, and he exhales— but with the commotion, he’d accidentally refreshed the page. the loading wheel disappears with a pop, and a new tweet displays itself from three minutes prior.

‘my bsf looks after me so good :( he shld make me feel btter by letting me cum on his fingers <3’

it would be stupid to make a move. he would be potentially destroying a friendship, and on top of that — you could be mad at him for snooping. it was kind of a betrayal of trust after all, similar to if he’d read your diary. but his dick was hard and had taken over the steering wheel that operates his brain — and like he always said, stupid things had great outcomes all the time.

so with a clammy hand, he calls you.

“whats up jayj? did i leave something at your place again?” you croak, sounding all sleepy and cute. god, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long.

“uh… so, like — imma cut to the chase, with everything goin’ on at your place, i don’t love the idea of you stayin’ there tonight. i’m comin’ to get you. you’re stayin’ here.” he makes up a quick excuse and feels kind of bad about it. his own desire toward you being masked as genuine concern for a friend. he expects some questioning, maybe even some resistance— but you perk up instantly.

“okay!”

and that’s exactly how you end up cradled in his lap with the rings at his knuckles tickling your opening from how deep in your greedy, drooling pussy they were.

“hmm— mm—huh—” you’re whining, all incoherent and fucked out with your cheek smushed against him, only two orgasms in. jj is grinning ear to ear, like some kind of sicko — never in his life thinking you’d want him like this. he almost wished he’d kept up the act for longer, preyed on your twitter account for longer to see what else you’d say, but he couldn’t help himself. he’d wanted you since you met in high school, and he was hungry.

“what’d i tell ya about not asking for things? could’ve just told me dude, i literally wanted this more than you.” he thinks out loud and you groan, pulling yourself up face to face with the handsome blonde.

“don’t call me dude when your fingers are n’side me!” you slur, lip all puffy and pouted. he smirks, unable to stop himself from finding amusement in your neediness and tilts his head a little so he was breathing right into your mouth.

“i’m sorry that’s my bad. baby.” he corrects himself, before pressing his lips to yours. that was much better.

summary: you and jj share a joint on the beach and have some good ol’ beach sex.

warnings: 18+!!! drug use (weed), semi public sex (there is no one around but it’s still in a public place), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, a lil praise kink.

wc: 2064

a/n: this is literally just filthy dirty smut. had me giggling and kicking my feet writing this. enjoy! <3

It was well past dusk, the only nearby light source being the moon which illuminated the dark waves that splashed onto the shore.

It was beautiful, this spot jj had taken you to. No one else around for miles, only you and jj occupying this little sliver of the beach that he claimed was a ‘hidden gem.’

It was, it was peaceful and you could get away from the congestion of your hectic lives for a bit.

“I like it here, jay.” You hummed, head on jj’s shoulder as you both sat on a beach towel, one and a half joints deep.

warnings; DARK, smut (18+ only), drug use, dub-con (r is HEAVILY under the influence and not very aware), throat fucking, fingering, slight daddy kink, breathplay, degradation (I may have gone insane with this one I fear)

A cruel hand is splayed against the top of your spine where the base of your neck begins, subduing you enough to keep you from thrashing as Rafe curls his fingers against the spongy walls of your cunt. You're alight with pleasure, the lick of a flame igniting your every muscle as you gargle into the sheets below you; you're not entirely sure how you got here but your drug addled brain is too hazy with the white-hot euphoria he is so kindly granting you.

He groans at your blank eyes, breath hot on your skin as he licks a long line against the column of your throat and bites down, taking great enjoyment in the way you wriggle and whine.

"Please," you gasp out, that coil in your belly drawing tighter the longer he keeps his fingers nestled against that spot deep in your pussy that makes you scream.

thinking about… munch jj… once again… this link made my head spin and i watched it like 5 times 😵‍💫

CW: pussy eating, overstim, squirting, language.

daydreams

he had told you he was starving… but you hadn’t had a clue just how hungry he really was until he had you laid in bed.

he’d had his face buried in your pussy for nearly an hour and a half, not letting up, no matter how much you begged and writhed beneath him.

your fingers are dug into his messy blond hair, pulling at it and trying to push his face away. it was no use though, jj was like a man starved, and you were his choice of meal until he decided he had enough.

his lips pull off of your sensitive pussy, just long enough to spread your thighs farther apart. he bends your legs at the knees, pushing them up and into your chest, firmly holding them in place with his large palms. he lowers his face back down to your sopping core, sucking your clit into his mouth. he sucks on your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to cry out.

your legs are shaking uncontrollably, stomach tight as your fingers harshly pull at his hair. “j-jj… s’too much.. please.” you cry out, trying to push him off you once more.

he releases your clit with a pop, flattening his tongue and sloppily eating you. his head moves fast and then slow, the erotic noises bouncing off the walls has your pussy clenching around nothing, that band inside your belly tightening again. you’re about to burst.

“ffffuck! jj… m’coming!!! ‘m coming, j!”

the band snaps, your orgasm rushing through you. you squirt all over jj’s face, drowning him in your arousal, but still he never lets up. his tongue makes slow up and down movements on your now arousal soaked core, his face covered in your sweet juices. you come down from your high, gasping for air.

jj pulls his face up, smiling at you. “goddamn, that was the hottest shit in the fucking world. let’s see how many times i can make you squirt, yeah?”

you whimper at his words, your brain foggy and your body weak. you try and whimper out a “no.” but nothing but strangled whines come out.

“be my good girl, lay back f’me and let daddy eat. ‘m still hungry, and your pussy’s the best goddamn meal.”

raaaaah. i love munch jj🩵

ᥫ᭡ this is straight smut! 18+ only!

rafe had been off in morocco, helping the pogues — yeah i know, you were shocked too — to find the blue crown. rafe mainly went with to find groff but ended up helping the pogues find the blue crown as well. it’s been far too long, there’s been lack of phone calls from rafe. you stayed up late every single night, all alone in your and rafe’s massive shared bed, worried sick about him.

so when rafe finally came home after far too long, it didn’t take long for the two of you to be wrapped up in each other, his cock thrusting in and out of your soaked cunt. you two were sat on his expensive furniture on his large back patio. his hands were splayed out on your back, his eyes watching yours as you bounced up and down on his cock.

“tell me how much you missed me, princess. tell daddy how much you missed him.” a small smirk forming on rafe’s lips. his hands tighten in your back, his fingers digging into your soft skin. “come on, princess. use your words, i know you can do it.” rafe encourages with a grunt as you bounced away on his cock to your hearts content. your eyes flick to rafe’s your face contorted in pleasure. “i missed you so much, daddy. i worried about you every single night and all i could dream about was how you were gonna fuck me when you got home.”

rafe groaned in approval, his hands moving from your back to your hips. his large hands gripped your hips tightly, the cool metal of his ring making your skin jump. “fuuuck, baby.” rafe moaned, pistoning his thick cock in and out of your leaking pussy. the wet squelching noise heard loudly despite being outside. “i missed you so fucking much. the only thing that kept me going was getting home to this sweet pussy.”

your cried out his name in response, his cock mercilessly driving into your needy cunt. he was making up for the time he lost, making up for how many times he thought about you and your pussy while he was away. which to be honest, was way too much to even count. rafe knew if he didn’t get home to you soon, he honestly would’ve killed anyone who looked at him sideways. the sexual frustration he had on that trip and not being able to jerk off was really testing his fucking patience… a dangerous thing for someone with practically no patience whatsoever.

“that’s it, baby. take this fucking cock. you deserved it, didn’t you? being all alone in our big house, worried sick about me every single night? you poor girl. just couldn’t wait for daddy to get home and stuff you full of his cock, hmm?” rafe teased, his words undoubtedly making your walls clench around him. rafe grunts, his hands tightening on your hips at the feeling of you tightening around him. “fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock like a vice.”

your nails dug into rafe’s shoulders, his hips jackhammering up into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. your breasts bounced with each thrust, his pubic bone hitting your clit perfectly with each thrust. your orgasm was close, so fucking close… but you knew rafe wasn’t done with you anytime soon and you also knew you weren’t ready for him to stop. this is what the both of you wanted. all night long.

“stop it, rafey.” you giggle, making it look not purposeful when you bend over, pushing your plush ass into him in a weak attempt to get him away.

“come on, sweetness just one picture.” he begged. you and rafe had gotten pretty fucked up last night at toppers, resulting in you just sleeping at his house in whatever you had left there. “fine, but you can’t show anyone.” you pretend to be annoyed, but rafe can see right through it.

you were always weak when it came to rafe, always giving into his needs. he wanted a beer at the party? you were coming back within minutes. he wanted a blow job? you bet your fat lips were wrapped around his cock the second you got alone. you knew it was wrong, he was your bestfriend and many times you scared off his girlfriends and vice versa. the two of you constantly fucked like bunnies no matter what the conditions were.

“deal.” rafe smiled pulling down your top, exposing both of your large breasts he had grown to love so much. “there’s my girls.” rafe smiled and bent down to kiss both of your hard nipples.

“just one rafey.” you pulled one tit back into the top as rafe sat his phone up, muttering something about boring. “well if i’m so boring you can just never see them again” you tease, attempting to pull your other boob back into your top. “no no no no i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it, one is great.” rafe yanked the top down.

you pose into the camera, one of rafe’s large hands covering your exposed boob, giving it a nice squeeze. “you’re like a little sex doll.” rafe says randomly. “what?” you laugh, after the photos taken, pulling away from him. “i don’t know you’re just like a sex doll, you look like one.” he somewhat chuckles towards the end, pulling your top down to expose your other breast again.

“thanks? i guess.” you embrace rafes new hold on you with a giggle. both hands grabbing handfuls of your ass, as he leans down to suck your nipples.