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The Wrangler || A Benny Miller Fic

Author’s note: First chaptered fic! This will be Chapter 1 of The Wrangler with Benny Miller. I’m not sure how quickly I’ll crank these out but I definitely have a number of ideas for the upcoming chapters!

Trigger warning: Breakups, car sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, fingering, semi-public sex, smutty smut

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“I can’t talk right now, I’m doin hot girl shit”

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🍒 Friends turned into lovers 🍒

Part 1 - https://cherrylipscrystalskies.tumblr.com/post/638763397403574272/friends-turned-into-lovers

Pedro pascal x Reader

Summary: You and Pedro have been friends for a while now through mutuals, things change when those mutuals help turn you friends into lovers.

Part 2

Your eyes fixated on his deep brown ones , he held your gaze and it was thicker and heavier then ever.

The air was hot, your friends could feel the sexual tension.

You began to sway your hips but Pedro’s eyes did not once look away from your own, he continued to stare heavily into your eyes and it made you melt to the core.

It was when you began to run your hands up your body that Pedro shifted in his spot. He sunk back into the couch, his legs parting slightly, inviting you over to dance for your papi.

Finally you were closer than ever, dipping low between his legs, resting your palms on his thighs, rubbing and massaging over his denim jeans seductively.

As you hypnotised him with your hips you climb into his lap, grinding ever so playfully and teasingly. Your hands rested on his shoulders as his palms gripped your waist gently sending electronic pulses through your body, your heart began to race.

Sarah watched you eagerly, goosebumps tingling up her arms. This was not a dare to you, you meant every bit of seduction.

Lust took over your body under the spell of Pedro’s heavy gaze. Sarah had never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at you tonight.. you didn’t need to have the power to read minds to know what he was thinking and Sarah was absolutely living it for it.

All of your friends were lured and fixated on the little moment that was happening between you and Pedro and they felt caught up in the heated moment themselves.

You decided it was getting a bit much, inappropriate thoughts taking over your mind. You wanted nothing more but to hear Pedro’s raspy voice, begging you to fuck him, to be a good girl for Papi and to choke on his dick...

“Okay.. times up” You sighed breathlessly.

“50 dollars if you want another half an hour” you joked with a wink as you climbed out of Pedro’s lap.

He chuckled pretending to get his wallet out of his pocket causing you to blush and laugh out.

You slapped him softly and playfully and he caught your hand in the act to pull you down next to him.

The rest of the night continued at Pedro’s side, talking and laughing while you snuggled into him on the couch, another big glass of magic wine in your hand.

Friends were happy to see you loosening up around each other as the night drew on. Pedro’s hand wandering in different places instinctively. You enjoyed every lingering touch.

It was now 3am and you and Pedro decided to venture into the kitchen for a nice big glass of water and snacks to munch on, you were both starting to sober up now.

Little did you know, Sarah accompanied by her wife, followed you and were spying on you both from around the corner.

You shuffled yourself up tiredly onto the kitchen island, swinging your legs as you watched Pedro grab some glasses for water.

“I still don’t know what kind of wine Sarah got” you laughed questionably.

Pedro chuckled brushing a hand though his hair. He spun around to face you.

“I don’t think it was the wine, you know I think sarah might of spiked us”

Sarah rolled her eyes and held in a laugh in the distance, face blushing red.

“You think?” You giggled.

You took some water from Pedro and took a cold refreshing sip. He admired you as you did so, unaware at how gorgeous you looked, even still after a long night of drinking, tired and your hair a mess.

He pictured you sat there, wearing nothing but his Fleetwood mac T-shirt. He did that a lot.

“Well even if she did” he spoke tiredly.. “I’m not complaining, I got a sexy dance out of it and might I add, it was amazing”

You blushed a little. It was rare that you went shy around Pedro but there was a first for everything, like lap dances in your best friends living room.

“I can always dance for you again.. privately next time...”

You chew on your lower lip, your eyes bore into his brown ones once again as you wait for his response.

He steps forward placing his glass of water down beside you, his eyes never leaving yours until he notices a strand of your hair cascading in front of your face.

Your inches apart now as he takes the strand of hair and tucks it gently behind your ear.

“I would like that very much” he softly breaths.

His warm breath tickles your skin and the smell of his cologne slowly starts creeping over you again, It makes you melt.

You rest your hand loosely on his shoulders.

His eyes trail down to your lips, the same passion in his eyes when he watched you dance, the same lingering lustful stare.

You could feel your lips tingle.

Pedro pauses for a moment until something that sarah said replayed in his mind.

‘Look all I’m saying is don’t hold back tonight’

“You can kiss me Pedro, I want you to”

You broke Pedro out of thought and he gave up on hesitating.

“I can?” He questions nervously in almost a whisper.

Sarah mentally face palms from a distance “just kiss her you idiot” she whispers vigorously to herself and her wife laughed at her in amusement.

Pedro’s lips slowly pressed onto yours ever so gently, you both took a moment, eyes closed to really take in this moment.

You concentrated hard on each other lips, how soft and amazing they felt. You began to peck at his lips over and over again until he ran his tongue over your bottom lip and you began to kiss more passionately.

It didn’t take long until your make out session began and things started to get more heated.

Your heavy breaths echoed in the kitchen, You wrapped your legs around Pedro, hands running through his thick locks of brown hair while his hands slipped under your shirt, tingling your bare skin as he caressed you, held you and pulled you close to him.

That was enough for sarah, she was satisfied with her work and left you two to it.

She didn’t care if you made it to the bedroom or not.. by all means fuck there and then in her own kitchen if you had to.. she didn’t care as long as her best friends finally gave in to their feelings for one another and were finally happy...

The sun had now fully rose and it was now breakfast time in the Paulson household.

Sarah had gone all out. The long wooden grained table that presented itself in front of large glass panel windows letting the Gorgeous morning light through was decorated with fresh flowers and arranged with plates of pancakes, fruit, toast, muffins.. you name it.

Everyone were already gathered around, chattering and helping themselves to the amazing food and fruit juices, teas and coffee.

Sarah smiled to herself as she took in the moment. All of her friends finally all reunited in the same room together which was almost impossible with your busy schedules. This get together weekend was something she always looked forward to.

She continued to scan the room but this time looking for two certain friends.

“Hmm these blueberry muffins are amazing!” Amanda commented from beside sarah.

“You like them? I followed my mother’s recipe.. uh have you seen Y/n and Pedro?” She questioned.

“Last time I saw them they were making their way upstairs, that was like 3 in the morning” she muffled with a mouth full of muffin.

Sarah’s smile grew and she blushed to herself.

“Oh that’s alright, I was just wondering”

She then settled on buttering herself a slice of toast, Completely unaware of her two missing friends now entering the room and joining everyone at the table.

Pedro had the most goofiest smile on his face as you sat beside him, scooting your chair over so you was sat as close to him as possible, nuzzling into his side both clad in baggy comfy clothing. You wearing his Fleetwood Mac T-shirt.

You were glowing, your smile lighting up the whole room, the same smile that Pedro fell in love with. You were both goofing around catching attention from a few friends around you, all watching with satisfied and knowing smiles. They no longer needed to stress about wanting you to be together. It was clear now that you were, finally together. Friends turned into lovers.

You laughed out at something Pedro had said and it stood out more then anyone’s.

Sarah’s head shot up quickly and she looked over in your direction. She was nearly overwhelmed by what she saw. Her two best friends absolutely glowing. You looked ever so comfortable together, goofing around and laughing as you fed each other strawberry’s and pancakes looking more in love then ever.

When she spotted the T-shirt she knew Pedro had it bad, she held in a giggle. She would be expecting a wedding invitation very soon...

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Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x reader

AU: College Professor Horacio Carrillo (One-shot)

a/n : edited at 1 am and i can barely string a sentence together, so warning on fair bit of grammatical errors ~ enjoy :-)

Warnings: Smut - blowjob, mild face-fucking, shoe grinding, cockblock 

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The strobe lights that flashed in colours of red, blue and purple messed with your vision as well as fed to that dull ache at the back of your head. The drink in your hands now sat warm, the cool precipitation from the glass was now damping your palms as you pushed through the rowdy crowd. It was awful, you’d admit, but nothing quite like getting down on a Friday night to help ease your nerves after a long stressful week. 

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Pretty Boys & Milkshakes

Request: Can you do a cute how you meet for Angel? Maybe he’s seen you around town and finally says hey but you shoot him down

A/N: a short one, but it’s been a while since I posted for this one :)

words: 1.8K

Sliding the crumpled twenty across the countertop, Angel sinks onto the only available stool. He reaches up to adjust the collar of his flannel shirt, before resting his arms against the counter. The space is packed, each booth and table filled with people attempting to unwind after a long day of work. He’s been sent in to pick up an order and take it back to the clubhouse.

His eyes scan the room, a smile spreading across his face once he finds what he is searching for.

Tucked away in the back corner, with a plate of half-eaten fries and a tackled chocolate milkshake, you are staring out the window. The textbook, propped open against the napkin holder, is accompanied by a notebook and a stack of worn out flashcards. Your brow is furrowed, the highlighter in your hand twirling through your fingers as you take in the group of girls across the street.

Dressed perfectly for the blazing California sun, their shorts and crop tops attract the eyes of the young men sitting casually against their bikes. One reaches forward to run her fingers down the front of one of the men’s leather kutte, her head falling back in laughter at whatever he has said. Your eyes are rolling before you can stop them.

It is a sight you’ve become accustomed to in the past few weeks. The diner is not new. It has been around for as long as you can remember. You’d spent each afternoon and evening waitressing here after school when you were in high school. Now working on your residency, you find that you are the one being served. The free milkshakes you’d been granted the key to your successful study sessions.

The bikers. They were new.

For the past two weeks, they’d parked across the street disappearing into the crowd of the town square. And each time they did, they attracted girls whose laughter could somehow drift through the windows and disrupt your concentration.

Shaking your head, you readjust your position in the booth preparing to refocus on the textbook in front of you. Instead, you find yourself reaching forward to catch it as the shift in the table causes it to fall forward.

Catching it, you glance up to find who is responsible for disrupting your set up.

Your brow furrows as you take in the very familiar faded leather cut. Your eyes linger on the tattoos, the recently sewn-on patch, and the easy smile before landing on the brown eyes taking in your features.

“Figured you could use a refill.”

Offering up the fresh milkshake in his hands, Angel places his take away bag aside before sliding the milkshake across the table.

“Double chocolate, extra whip, right?” he adds the cheese-eating grin on his face way cuter up close than you wanted it to be.

You recognize him. He’s usually the one who has the girls outside eating out the palm of his hand. You can only imagine how many hearts that smile, now directed towards you, have broken. Probably not nearly as many as the playful brown eyes that meet yours.

You stare at the double chocolate milkshake, topped with extra whip cream and a cherry, watching as Angel slips a straw inside. Your brow furrows as you take in his pride for getting the order right.

Instead of reaching for the glass, you pull your textbook closer.

“Is that supposed to be impressive?” You ask, the casualness of your tone dampening his smile.

Angel shifts in his seat.

“I’ve seen you order it a couple of times.” He explains, your lack of interest in him causing Angel to squirm. If it weren’t for the tiny smile tugging at the corner of your lips he might have broken out into a sweat.

You allow your eyes to lift from your textbook before leaning forward slightly. Your nose scrunches as you drop your voice to a whisper.

“It’s kinda creepy, don’t you think?” You pose the question, watching as Angel glances at the milkshake. “You’ve been watching what I order? I haven’t even seen you around here before.”

Now it’s Angel’s turn to smile. Only his isn’t tiny. It’s wide, reaching his playful eyes, and full of confidence.

He knew that was the farthest from the truth. Just as you’d grown accustomed to seeing him and the boys across the street, he’d grown accustomed to seeing through the window. The way your focus always briefly drifted to him through the glass, your eyes meeting his before returning to your task at hand.

Even though he doesn’t challenge your words, you find a warmth rushing to your face as you backtrack.

“It’s hard not to notice you when your bike is so freaking loud.” You challenge, his grin causing you to roll your eyes. “It’s impossible to concentrate.”

You both knew the former wasn’t necessarily true. It wasn’t the bike that was distracting.  

Your eyes pass over the takeaway bag on the edge of the table before you point to your milkshake.

“Well. Thank you for the milkshake, but I don’t want to hold you up,” you respond.

“It’s just for my little brother,” Angel shrugs. “He can wait.”

“For what?”

“As much as I love making pretty girls smile-”

“Let me guess,” you sigh resting your chin in your hand, your eyes meeting his. “This milkshake and your compliments don’t come for free?”

Angel’s eyes study yours for a moment. He backtracks.

“They do.” A smile quickly spreads across his face as your brow arches in disbelief. “Accept them as an apology-”

“For the stalking?”

His chuckle is a sound that makes you smile.

“Yeah.”

Angel absentmindedly plays with the straw wrapper, before glancing back at you. The sheepish look on his face a stark contrast to the smile he’d given you just a few minutes before.

“I came over here to see if you’re free Friday night,” he admits. “If you are, maybe you’d liked to let me take you somewhere?”

“Thank you,” you smile softly, the sight peaking his hopes. “It’s nice of you to ask but..no.”

Angel’s mouth had opened, ready to tell you the time and place. But as your words begin to register, his eyes widen slightly. His brow furrows, a wave of confusion washing across his face.

“No?”

A tiny giggle escapes your lips at the shock in his voice. The wide brown eyes on your face cause you to bite your lip. Your eyes drop the table as you feel an unsuspecting wave of regret begin to creep over you.

Was he trying to puppy-dog eye you?

“Don’t take it too personal. I just don’t do…” Lifting your highlighter you point towards his kutte, your eyes lingering on the secretary patch stitched over his chest. “Outlaws.”

Angel follows your gaze, his hand running proudly over the patch. He shrugs before pointing out of the window to where his bike sits.

“Oh, this? It’s harmless. It’s just a motorcycle club.”

The smile on his lips grows at the rolling of your eyes.

“Since when do they let pretty boys become the secretary of motorcycle clubs?”

“I’m not a pretty boy,” he scoffs, his face scrunching at the term. His eyes take in the smile forming on your lips. He lifts his left arm from the table, stretching it out towards you, he runs his free hand over his tattoos. “I’m a total fucking badass.”

“I bet you are.” You nod. Outlining the star etched across his forearm, you shoot him a raised eyebrow. You tilt your head to the side, the action pulling peaking Angel’s brow with interest. “Tell me, Mr. Secretary…What exactly does a harmless motorcycle club do that allows you to be such a badass? I thought it was just guys showing off their bikes and picking up girls.”

A silence falls over the table as Angel holds your gaze. The grin on his face softens for a moment before he pulls his arms back. Resting against the booth, he shakes his head before nodding towards the book in front of you.

“What are you studying?” He asks as reaches forward to drag your plate of abandoned fries closer.

For a moment you don’t share. Instead, you raise your brow as you take in the sight of Angel. Arm casually draped along the back of the booth, settling in across from you as if he’d done it a hundred times. 

You lift the book allowing his eyes to get a better look at the cover. The smile on his face grows.

“Anatomy.” He reads, the mischievous spark in his eyes causing you to brace for whatever is to come out of his mouth. “If you need someone to test out your knowledge on, I’m always available. I read somewhere that hands on learning is the way to go. ”

“Thanks for volunteering. I’ll be sure to remember that.”

“Yeah, well as an upstanding, law-abiding citizen,” he sighs as he pops a fry into his mouth. “I’m always looking for ways to uphold my civic duties.”

Angel nods over his shoulder.

“You usually come here to study?”

“Since I was a kid.” You can’t suppress the smiling threatening to rise as you continue. “It’s usually less crowded, and strangers let me study in peace.”

“I can do peace and quiet,” Angel assures you. The grin on his face giving him away. “I’m sure I can if it’s for you.”

“Well, you know. They say practice makes perfect.”

“Guess we’ll start practicing Friday night,” he winks as he finishes off your fries. “It’s a date.”

“It’s really not,” you respond, the giggle you release pulling Angel’s hand to his chest in mock defeat.

“Ouch, doc,” he winces as he rests dramatically against the cushion of the booth. “I thought you were supposed to fix hearts, not break them.”

“My job is to tell you how it is, no sugar coating.”

“I can see that.”

Angel slides the now empty plate out of the way before reaching across the table. He offers you his hand, a smile spreading across his lips as you accept it.

“Angel.”

“Y/N.”

His eyes linger on your features the warmth of his touch causing you to bite your lip.

The buzzing of his phone causes his hand to release yours. Reaching into his pocket, he steals a glance out the window where Ezekiel can be seen waving for his attention.

“Alright, doc,” he sighs as he studies the message on his screen. “I’ll let you get back to it.”

“Important secretarial duties you gotta take care of?”

His eyes flick to yours for a moment, a lopsided grin spreading across his face as he tucks his phone back into the safety of his pocket.

“Yeah, something like that.” Angel slides out of the booth.

He pauses to slide the untouched milkshake closer to you.

“Please take this, its the least you could do after breaking my heart.”

Slipping his sunglasses out his chest pocket, Angel smiles as you accept the glass.

“Sorry for breaking your heart,” you call after him as he heads towards the door.

Leaning against the door, Angel softly shrugs.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll let you make it up to me, Friday when I buy you another one. Seven o’clock.”

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PAIRING: Horacio Carrillo x Reader WORD COUNT: 4.3k WARNINGS: angst, heartbreak, o r a l, etc. 

I couldn’t help myself tbh. this is a one and done fic but I hope y'all like it x

You hadn’t realized just how much your thumbnail scraped along your ring finger in a day. It had become habit, a muscle memory that you hadn’t even known you did up until today. It was a mindless check to ensure your engagement ring was there, a routine that settled you despite not knowing you’d been doing it.

Tonight, however, you noticed it.

Because each and every single time your thumbnail dragged along that part of your finger, your habitual search for the ring came up empty. And each and every single time, your stomach fell on account of its absence.

Tears blurred your vision as you busied yourself in the mindless task of making a sandwich. Truth be told, you weren’t even hungry and how could you be? Last night had been hell. After months of trying to be the ever-doting fiancé to a man whose life was in a constant state of upheaval, yesterday had been your breaking point. He’d had a hell of a day at work and, while that wasn’t exactly out of the norm for Horacio Carrillo, it was the despondent look in his eye that greeted you that evening that set it all off.

You’d been watching the man you loved slowly succumb to the darkness of his job over the last year of your engagement. Gone was that free smile reserved only for you, gone was that laugh you’d come to love so much. No, Horacio was a shell of a man these days whose sole intent was bring down Pablo Escobar and no matter how big the target was on his back on account of that, you knew he was dead set on taking him down.

No matter if it killed him in the process which in turn, slowly killed you.

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Request: imagine where reader has a threesome with Jax and EZ

Pairing: Jax x reader ft. EZ

Warnings: its a threesome 

Word count: 1.9k

***Obviously this is on the AU side, so it doesn’t really follow the plot of either show. Just a President and prospect sharing a girl they both can’t get enough of. That’s kinda it. Since it’s already an AU, I just went ahead and made Jax OOC and let him share his girl for the night. We’re in a pandemic, lets live a little and say fuck the realism, right? I also didn’t know what specifics you wanted so I just let the story do its own thing. ***

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Cute Things He Does That You Love

- When you first started dating, he would always send you flowers to your apartment hours before

- He would also send a dog treat for your dog Max as well <3

- After dating for a couple weeks, you noticed he had a couple sweaters in the backseat of his car because he knows you get cold.

- One time you called him on your lunch break mid-meltdown because you were having a terrible morning and just needed to vent.

- "Shhh baby, it's okay," he would say soothingly

- Then you would proceed to apologize to him for springing this on to him unexpectedly.

-  At the end of your worst day ever, you see his car in the drive way

- You go inside and are completely shocked

- He brought you guys dinner, flowers, and balloons and anything you could possible think of to cheer you up

- "What is this?" you asked

- "You were having a bad day so i knew i  needed to be here for my girl." He said

- And of course you cried and cried

- You were a blubbering mess and somehow managed to get out a 'Thank You'

- You guys ate and relaxed on the couch watching all your favorite movies

- Two movies in, you were getting sleepy

- He gently grabbed your face with both of his hands and nuzzled your nose before kissing you softly.

- "Let's get you to bed," he said, and carried you all the way to bed.

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- It was officially the holidays and you were so excited, it was your favorite time of the year.

- You have been super busy with work and were kind of upset that you didn't have time to decorate your apartment let alone a Christmas tree.

- You mentioned it to him one day and he just stayed quiet.

- So the next day, you weren't expecting the surprise he had for you.

- As you were cooking dinner, you heard a knock on your door.

- You opened the door and there he was, in a Santa hat with a Christmas tree and a bunch of decorations.

- "Heard you needed a Christmas tree?" He says, rocking back and forth on his toes.

- "Get in here,"  you said and pulled him into a loving kiss.

- He even got you guys matching Christmas sweater, and yes he even bought a dog sweater for Max, cause he knows you love all the cute sh*t. (LOL)

- He makes sure to put alllllll the mistletoe everywhere just so he can kiss you all the time.

- He's not slick.

- After all the decorations have been set up, he takes pictures of you and Max in matching sweaters.

- He posts it on Instagram with the caption "My babies"

- He makes sure he saves it and makes it his new screensaver.

- And you're sure right there that he's the one.