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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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May I request a one shot about OC who is Matt Hardy daughter ( who has recently signed with AEW to be part of Matt Hardy stable )and she meets her old flame Colt Cabana and they end up 👀catching up in very personal manner

Colt Cabana x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Colt Cabana Masterlist

WARNINGS: This is fluff & smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. Unprotected sex (wrap it, people). Oral (male receiving). Smut under the cut.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @kennyhoemega. 2nd gif @mith-gifs-wrestling

I hope you like it and sorry it has taken me so long to get it out.

Scott - Colt Cabana

Summary: f/Reader once dated Colt Cabana, but due to their hectic schedules, they both decided to end it, but now they are both working for the same company and decide to catch up.

YN'S POV:

"Shh, keep quiet YN. Don't want anyone to see you like this." Scott groaned in my ear as he covered my mouth with one hand.

I couldn't talk. I could barely form a coherent thought as my body shuddered from his slow but hard thrusts.

Every single time he thrust into me, it felt like he was hitting that spot inside of me that makes me see stars.

And he has been the only man to ever reach that spot and he must remember it from when we were together.

A long, long time ago it feels like at this point and as his pace speeds up just that perfect amount, I can not remember why we broke up in the first place.

But seeing him only a week ago has brought back all of these memories that I tried to push away, but the moment we hugged, I knew I was gone for.

I was talking with my Dad, who is none other than Matt Hardy about some new ideas for inside the ring when I heard his laugh.

I stopped walking and turned around, completely ignoring my Dad at this point and my eyes couldn't believe who I was seeing, Scott.

We first met a few years back and instantly clicked. We became friends and then moved on to dating. He didn't care who my Dad was or my Uncle, or who my Step-Mom was.

Well, he didn't know until I told him who my family is. I was the result of a very short relationship between my Mom and Dad when they were both young, but my Dad has always been there for me.

Scott and I tried to make it work, and we did, but it felt like the universe didn't want us together. Our schedules never seemed to sync up and we tried to do the long-distance thing, but in the end after one last night together, we both decided to end it.

The last I heard he was off doing his stand-up comedy on the other side of the world and I joined my Dad at AEW.

But we saw one another and all of those feelings that I pushed away, came flooding back and I could tell they did for him as well. We both tried to fight our old feelings.

After our first talk, we both agreed to try and keep things professional and that we can maybe friends once more.

That only lasted two days and I was on my knees in front of him, his hands on the back of my head as he groaned out my name as he came down my throat.

"This is a one-time thing, Scott," I told him as I put a piece of gum in my mouth and tried to make myself look like I just didn't suck the soul from this man's body.

"I know baby girl." With the smirk, he gave me I knew this wouldn't be a one-time thing. Whenever we were around other people, he and I were professional, but it was hard to not just want to kiss him, but he always made sure to find me when I was alone.

Like after a meeting with Tony and the other bosses, I went to the washroom to freshen up and Scott followed right behind me, locking the door behind him.

Before I could even ask him what the hell he was doing, his mouth was on mine and his fingers were moving my panties to the side as he thrust two of his thick fingers inside of my pussy.

I squealed into his mouth and gripped his shoulders for dear life as he quickly thrust his fingers in and out of me.

Him muttering against my lips what a good girl I was for coming all over his fingers. How soaked I was for him and only him. My moans were getting louder against his mouth as he deepened the kiss as I came.

Our breathing was heavy as he pulled his hand out away from me. I watched as he brought his hand, which was covered with my juices, up to his face, and he stuck out his tongue and placed his fingers in his mouth.

The two of us not taking out eyes off one another as he cleaned his fingers of me. Once he was done with that, he went to wash his hands, but I reached up and gripped his shirt and smashed my lips against his. Moaning at the taste of me on his tongue.

We pulled away from one another, panting. "This is the last time. I mean it, Scott." He didn't say a word to me this time, but we both knew I was lying.

And that is how I found myself in the position I am in now. Me leaning on the counter in a washroom that barely seems to be used. His hand covering my mouth as he is thrusting into me at such a pace, I had no idea he could even do.

"Come on baby girl. I can feel you. Squeezing my cock so tight. Come for me, love. I know you got one more in you."

I shook my head no as I am sure I didn't have one more in me. Scott pulled me back against his chest, never once stopping his thrusting.

Our eyes met in the mirror, his hand moving from my mouth and I watched his hand trail down my body and in between my legs.

I covered my mouth with my hand as he played with my clit. I could feel tears streaming down my face now, the pleasure becoming too much for me.

I tried to stay quiet, but I screamed against my hand, my body shaking as I came for the last time.

I felt and heard him growl into the back of my head, my mouth falling open as he came in me.

I moaned softly as he pulled out and our combined juices started to leak out of me and down my thighs. I went to open my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it.

"Go out with me tonight. I am sick of us doing this and leaving."

"But Scott," I tried to say that it wasn't going to work. He gently cupped my face with his hands.

"I know it didn't work the last time but fuck YN, I just need one date with you. We now work for the same company. I am back now and we can make this work."

"Okay, but I want to go to my favourite restaurant tonight. Make it seem like you just haven't spent the last half hour fucking me."

"You got it baby girl."

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grizzledyoungimpact · 2 years

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Pairing: Colt Cabana/Dia Banks Quote: I don’t think so. It isn’t meant to be. Verse: Once Upon a Time Mentions of blood, violence, and raw meat

It was always meant to be the two of them.

Colt Cabana had always felt like he belonged with Dia Banks. Not that the world would have ever been able to see it. To the world, he was a soft nerd who ran the local flower shop. He loved his jokes, telling a standard routine every Friday night at the local performance venue, Scat Cat’s Club. He loved magic, entertaining the children of clients who came into his shop. Colt was soft. Sweet.

But Dia?

Dia was the epitome of what cool should have been. She played guitar for the band that often played Scat Cat’s Club. She rode a motorcycle, dressed in a mix of leather and lace that always managed to show off tattooed arms. Whereas Colt was always hesitant, no matter how brightly he went along with life, Dia was confident. She never let life stop her from getting exactly what she wanted. Nothing stopped her from living the life that she thought she deserved.

One of the comforts Cold had in life was that neither had changed much in their lives of Storybrooke from the story that they had lived to a close. Sure, Dia had lived her life more…stationary…for a bit, but their lives were more-or-less the same. But, on another level, that was dangerous. Most people who remembered their lives before were imprisoned in the local asylum. It was the only reason Colt feared for Dia lately, feared that his wife would be taken away because of her knowledge of the truth behind the town.

Dinner was coming along nicely, a salad using homegrown vegetables and a nice chicken to accompany that. Colt had been cutting cucumbers when the knife had slipped. It wasn’t a bad cut. It wasn’t a lot of blood. But he knew that the bleeding needed to be stopped before…

“Is it fresh, Krelbourne?” came the sultry voice from the doorway. Colt closed his eyes to take a deep breath, pressing the white washcloth that steadily reddened harder into his skin. He wished she wouldn’t call him that, not even in the sanctity of their own home.

“I don't think so. It isn't meant to be. Besides, we can’t do that anymore, Twoie, not here,” Colt protested with an adamant shake of his head.

“Aw c’mon Krelbourne, ain’t no one here,” his wife moved forward in their small kitchen. Colt’s soft brown eyes met hers, aware of how green her eyes had gotten. It reminded him of the petals on her former form, “Besides, I’m hungry.”

The bleeding had mostly stopped, and Colt let out a relieved sigh, “You’re not an alien plant anymore, D. You’re a person. This little habit of yours has gone from strange to…to straight up weird…”

“Habit?” Dia sounded disgusted, turning away from him to rummage through the fridge, “I would hardly call this, the only time I’ve ever been this tempted, a habit.” There was another beat, a deep breath from his love, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Colt shook his head, feeling sorry for her. He could never deny her when she wilted like this, it had been a fatal flaw. “It’s who you are and I can’t blame you for that, but this isn’t our world anymore. We have to be careful with what we do, with Poe’s spies lurking all around.”

Dia seemed to hunt through the fridge, looking for something. “Poe’s spies? Right, right. Because I see so many other people in our kitchen who would go running to tell that man that we remember who we are…”

Colt knew how silly he sounded. There was no one in the house who would tell Doctor Michael Poe of their knowledge, but Colt had always been a nervous thing. “You know that he has spies everywhere. Maybe not here, not in our house, but he has them. We have to be careful.”

“I am TIRED of being careful, Krelbourne,” Dia stood, a roll of raw hamburger in her hand. She hopped up onto the kitchen counter. Gentle hands grabbed pinches of meat, popping it into her mouth as if it were simply raw cookie dough. “I’m tired of hiding.”

“Well I have to be careful, Di,” Colt protested, placing a bandaid from their kitchen’s first aid kit onto the small cut. He flexed and unflexed his hand a few times, before smiling at her, “I have to keep you out of Poe’s grip. I can’t let him hurt you. I won’t.”

Dia stuffed some of the dripping, raw meat into her mouth, chewing it thoughtfully before smiling at Colt, red stained lips giving way to sharp teeth with pieces of the meat caught in it. It reminded Colt of the way she had once eaten the limbs he had provided. Colt had sworn that life would change for both of them. He needed life to change for both of them. “I won’t be in trouble with Poe around here. You are the only one who knows we know what we know, florist. Ya know?”

Colt gave a small, reserved sight. She was right. Dia was always right. Even in the world before she had known the right thing to say and exactly when to say it. “If you say so, Twoie. If you say so.”

#aew imagine #aew #colt cabana imagine #colt cabana #dia banks #original character #character: colt cabana #character: original character #character: Dia Banks #verse: once upon a time

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dilf-in-peril · 2 months

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Not the ROH Curtain Call! You're exposing the business!

#ROH Redemption #roh #James Gibson #CM Punk #Samoa Joe #punkjoe #also in this video just wait #ace steel #colt cabana #others.#feels so dirty to be seeing them backstage #i imagine some people would hate to be Gibson in a punkjoe sandwich.#also joe is getting his thigh stitched up

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saturatedsinset · 11 months

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the other thing about the punk cabana interview is like. this is what they're admitting to on camera. this is what they're admitting to knowing they're being recorded, knowing it's public. and they Specifically say that younger guys would have just, again, used their position of power to have sex with her. which is rape. younger guys would have just raped her. so what were punk and colt doing when they were younger? so what were they doing that they don't feel like admitting on camera? if this is what they're saying in public, imagine how much worse it is in private

#like ill bet you anything they did rape her. if not her then a different girl in her position #because this - This - is what they're /happy to discuss publicly/#sinjamin #rape //#abuse //#misogyny //

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wrestlingisfake · 1 year

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Dax Harwood's podcast seems to have set off more discourse about the CM Punk/AEW situation, so what the hell, I'll weigh in.

I would like to find an angle on this where Punk is at least partially in the right, and someday everybody can work together again. But it's been almost four months since the fight and I have yet to see a coherent pro-Punk narrative. The closest I've seen is the insinuation that "the dirtsheets" are in the tank for the Elite, which is like saying "fake news" and thinking that settles anything. Everything we know about the September 4 fight comes from "the dirtsheets" or people who take them at face value. To dismiss all of that amounts to denying that the fight actually occurred in the first place.

By all accounts, the Elite brought AEW's chief legal officer, Megha Parekh, with them to Punk's locker room. I don't think they'd do that if they were planning to kick in the door or get in a fight. By all accounts MJF was also present when the fight started. So both Parekh and MJF would have been questioned in the independent investigation. I realize it's tempting to imagine some nebulous group of "Punk's enemies" or "Elite sycophants" engaging in a cover-up or smear campaign. But that falls apart once you specifically consider that both Parekh and MJF would have to lie--on the record--to make it work. I don't think either of them is stupid enough to do that over something so petty.

So the simplest explanation is that the fight really happened, that Punk struck first, and a good chunk of the locker room is wary of working with him. After that, it no longer matters if Punk was right about Colt Cabana or Hangman Page, or anything he said in the scrum. It doesn't even matter that I like Punk and wish he could come back like nothing happened. All that matters is whether Punk can repair his relationship with the wrestlers. That's on him, whether it's fair or not.

It's becoming more and more fashionable for pundits and insiders to express hope that Punk and the Elite can put their differences aside to make a lot of money together. I wouldn't be opposed to it. But it took 12 years to get from the Montreal Screwjob to Bret vs. Vince at Wrestlemania, and it wasn't worth the wait. Just because you can fantasy book it in your head doesn't mean anyone can get it off the ground.

#aew #cm punk

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heelbucks · 3 years

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Imagine Colt Cabana being nervous to bring you to meet his family 🥺 such a golden retriever boyfriend

oooooh, this is my first time writing for colt so please be kind !sidebar: colt is totally a golden retriever boyfriend

he’s shaking the entire way back to his hometown, he’s a hundred percent more nervous than you. you’re convinced that his family is terrifying and that they’ve never approved of one of his partners.

oh how wrong you were. the minute you walk in his childhood home, his mother hugs you and starts interrogating you. “oh! this is y/n? he’s told me all about you!! how’d you two meet? is my son being respectful of you? does he treat you good??” “ma, you’re scaring her. please, let her breathe.”

when you get to his old bedroom to unpack you can’t help but giggle. “what’s so funny pumpkin?” “oh nothing, you just had me convinced by how nervous you were that your mother was a crazy person. she’s so sweet!”

#colt cabana #colt cabana x reader #colt cabana imagine #aew #aew headcannons #aew imagine #dark order imagine #dark order x reader

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hikarus-shida · 3 years

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COLT CABANA: Friends to Lovers Headcanon

COLT CABANA x friends to lovers! headcanon

genre: friends to lovers / kinda fluff!

warnings: some slight nsfw mentioned (nothing major!)

requested by: @coltscabana

Masterlist

I hope you enjoy this headcanon! I’ve reread it a couple times and it honestly just sounds so cute.

*I do not own this gif!*

You and Colt were like two peas in a pod - wherever you were, he was and vice versa. All anyone ever had to say about you two is that you were extremely fun to be around. Colt was a goof ball that could say anything and it would make anyone laugh, then you had an extremely friendly aura that made everyone comfortable to be near. It was no wonder you two were friends.

You also had a huge crush on Colt. He always matched your energy and there was never a dull moment between you two. The best thing about your friendship with Colt is that the two of you basically did almost everything together: you would binge shows, try new food spots, create inside jokes, play board games, and send each other random words that only the two of you would understand if someone were to read them.

Colt was really everything you looked for in a guy: funny, brains (kinda), understanding, easy-going, and so on. He was someone that doesn’t come by often and your crush on him was such a school-girl one. Every time he was around, your stomach would do flips and you would feel giddy.

You hid your crush well, not even Colt had a clue. Sometimes you felt that you made it too obvious and maybe you have, but nobody ever really said a thing, which made you feel better. You knew Colt wouldn’t have a bad reaction if you told him, but rejection was awful and who wanted to deal with that? Absolutely not you.

One of the best things about Colt that you really liked about him was how he just went for things, without a care. It really showed when one day he randomly asked you out, completely taking you off guard.

“Hey Y/N, can I take you on a date to see a movie tonight? There’s one I’ve been meaning to see and I think you’d have a lot of fun.” Once you said yes, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and just walked off. So much for you trying to never reveal that crush. Sometimes, you thought Colt feared absolutely nothing and that made you feel safe.

Throughout your relationship with Colt, it was pretty much a dream. You two acted the same way you did as friends, but more lovey-dovey and intimately. You got to kiss and have your hands all over your best friend with the intimacy being reciprocated, it was great.

Regarding intimacy, you and Colt didn’t really get down to business quickly. That was something Colt wanted to lead up to on its own, in order for you both to not feel pressured. Whenever you were ready, he would be ready. And when you were ready, boy, did you two have the time of your lives. Colt knew you already, but he took his time exploring your body and what really set you off. He was so attentive to your needs and took you to your high every single time you two had intercourse; making sure and knowing that you were satisfied got him off.

People around you thought you and Colt were great together, not that their opinion would matter whether good or bad. Some would say you and him were soulmates or wish that they had what you two did. It made you love your relationship more; knowing that something beautiful and real between you and Colt was seen by others.

The friends to lovers trope really described you and Colt well. Your love and relationship was something that only the movies make out, something that some people feel they could never have. You and Colt didn’t have perfect moments in your relationship, but this was a love that could never be broken. You two just get each other and Colt wouldn’t dream of ever hurting you.

#aew #colt cabana #colt cabana headcanon #colt cabana imagine #aew imagine #aew headcanon

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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hi I was wondering if you had like any sfw and nsfw headcanons for colt cabana? hopelessly in love with him at the moment (the last 1000 years)

Hi, pumpkin ☺️ Aww, how cute 💕

Let me do a quick search *looks through archives* A...B...C..Oh, found it!

Colt is a man child

Ridiculous jokes

Silly pranks

Loves chicken nuggets

Send you silly pictures when he’s at the arena

Such as him smirking, posing next to his locker room with his name on the door

With the caption “Guess who’s important around here”

“Do I look fat in this?” Mirror picture of him in his ring gear with a silly pose, perking his ass out

Gets embarrassed whenever you compliment him

He cheeks become as red as peppers

It’s kinda cute how such a big man can be so shy about the most simple things

But it’s unbelievable how that changes when he enters the bedroom

He’s completely confident

Not shy at all

Likes sex dice

And somehow he still is able to keep his light boyish mood energy

Always thoughtful

Daddy kink

Collector of fancy lingerie and corsets (loves to see you wearing those), flavored lubes, bullet vibrators

Is always the “love maker” no matter how soft or rough you choose to go

#colt cabana #colt cabana imagine #colt cabana fanfiction #colt cabana x reader #aew headcanon #aew smut #aew imagine #aew fanfiction #aew one shot #aew wrestling #aew #masochist headcanons #masochist writes #nonny asks #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#ask

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omegahime · 3 years

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Do you see Colt with a dirty talk kink? Cause I totally do 👀👀🥵

you know what i kind of can

more than that i can kind of see him loving to be dirty talked. like he really enjoys it when you’re the one being filthy, you know what i mean? 👀

#{ : colt }#i think my brains making colt a subtop that’s what it is #idk LMFAO #aew imagine #aew smut #aew headcanons #colt cabana smut #colt cabana imagine

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apinchofdaydreams · 3 years

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Colt Cabana Random Headcanons (gender neutral)

This man needs more love! Cmon now!

i see him meeting you at a restaurant or cafe

introducing himself as Scott

but then you hear someone calling him Colt

it would be an adorable/awkward conversation to have about his work

nicknames galore with this man

you bet your ass that he'll give you t-shirts with every nickname he has for you

dates must involve food

he will take you to sports events even if you don’t like sports

honestly, who wouldn’t like that?

happy colt is the best colt

I feel like his love language is acts of service

so he'd try to help you with anything you need

cooking

grocery shopping

laundry

moving houses

anything really

he’s always happy to help

you’d know about his friends before even meeting them because he talks about them all the time

your friends will love him

i mean who wouldn’t

he tells you E V E R Y T H I N G he does

he’d slowly persuade you to leave your stuff at his place

before you know it, you’re spending more time there than at your own

#my writing #colt cabana #colt cabana imagine #colt cabana headcanon #wrestling imagine #wrestling headcanon #aew imagine #aew headcanon

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dirtywrestling · 10 months

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Colt Cabana - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shots:

Secret Crush -💖/🚫

Summary: Colt Cabana hears Nyla Rose joke about Kris' crush on him and he takes matter in his own hands. (Commission, Fluff, No Warnings)

#colt cabana #wrestling #aew #aew colt cabana #aew imagines #aew fanfic #colt cabana fanfic #colt cabana one shot #colt cabana x you #colt cabana x reader #wrestling stories #wrestling blog #wrestling fanfics #aew fanfics #dirty wrestling #wrestling imagines

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Colt Cabana x f/Reader smut coming up at the request of @1rsolideranna

Sorry, it has taken me so long to get out.

#stacey is actually posting today #so sorry #colt cabana imagine #colt cabana x female reader smut #colt cabana smut

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windhamsrotunda · 2 years

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Let Me Be Your Secret Admirer Part 2 - Alex Reynolds (AEW)

Pairing: Alex Reynolds x Y/N (Female Reader! Insert)

Summary: Alex Reynolds has a lot to tell Y/N after his plane ride.

Warnings: Language, Smut, (FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS), Angst and Mentioning of Death (18+)

Word Count: 3,000+

GIF CRED TO @kennyhoemega 💘

PART 1 OF THE FANFIC BELOW:

tag list: @abadamn @hungmanhorsecarriage @do-number43 @demonqueen29 @writtingrose @ava-valerie @lghockey @ringer04 @brittsdmd @kingswitchblade @elitecowboyshit @alyhull @blueberrycane21 @cutiebandlover202 @prtty-grrls-mak3-grv3s @deathmatchgage13 (anyone else wanna be on the tag list? I know I forgot some people and I'm sorry for that).

*PREVIOUSLY ON PART 1*

(*END OF DREAM*)

‘’Huh?’’ Being startled by Evil, he slightly punched him in the arm. ‘’Goddamn it, Uno.’’

‘’Why is your face all red?’’ Evil questioned, pointing at Alex’s bright red cheeks.

‘’Lets uh, not discuss it.’’

‘’Are you sure you don’t want to discuss it?’’ Evil questioned again, observing Alex who was rubbing his eyes from a recent lucid dream.

‘’Once again, I do not want to discuss what I was dreaming about.’’ He groaned, hitting his head against the other passenger seat in front of him.

‘’I wish you a very pleasant evening, Reynolds.’’ Evil hoisted himself up from where he was sitting, which was next to Alex, and moved up a seat.

The people on the airplane whispered to each other, dozens of whispers from what they had observed buzzed in the ears of Alex.

Ignoring all of them in a cackling matter, he covered himself in the blanket he had brought with him and went back to sleep trying to resume on what he was dreaming about.

As the airplane ride continued, Evil glanced out the window, sighing to himself. He didn’t know what was going on with Alex, he just wanted to be curious based upon his dreams. Alex stayed distant towards Evil, making him overthink about the times of when they first started out as a team, also known as The Dark Order.

*FLASHBACK*

‘’Alex Reynolds is All Elite, Welcome To The Team.’’

The name Alex Reynolds popped up on All Elite Wrestling’s page, a very unfamiliar name to Evil Uno. It was the year 2019, the month and day were May 25th. Evil was on the phone with Stu Grayson, who was recruited in the unfamiliar cult, The Dark Order, which was unknown to the public.

‘’Hey man, there are these guys named Alex Reynolds and John Silver, also known as the Beaver Boys.’’ Evil spoke over the phone to Stu.

‘’Very interesting, do you think we should make the cult public and take over AEW?’’ Stu asked, scratching his head and resting his arm on the arm of the couch in which he sat upon it.

‘’Of course man, we will be the greatest faction there ever will be in this wrestling world. Oh, and by the way, contact Reynolds and Silver and see if they accept our offer to be in the Dark Order. You know, they need that offer in their lives. It will change their lives forever, promise.’’ Evil had a huge smile creeping upon his lips, it conveyed a strong sense of happiness, but in Evil Uno, he had to be the happiest man alive as of right now.

Picking up the car keys that were sprung out from Evil’s kitchen counter, he grasped them in his hand and went on his adventure in order to locate Alex Reynolds and John Silver.

—————-

‘’Welcome to the Dark Order, I highly recommend you carefully listen to this discussion that is about to occur. This conversation will change your life forever.’’ Evil pulled out a Dark Order mask, and pulled it under Alex Reynold’s face to fit.

‘’What is this…?’’ Being unsure about what The Dark Order was all about, he turned to a nearby mirror and looked at his mask.

‘’Okay, I trust you enough. Despite the fact I am running out of money in my income,’’ Alex made a statement that came to Evil’s attention, as he sat down in a chair Evil pulled out from his living room, Evil placed his palm on the side of Reynold’s face.

‘’You’re going to do great things in The Dark Order. Your contribution and your dedication to The Dark Order will be known to everyone in All Elite Wrestling. I promise, this all comes down to changing your life, as I said before, you’ll be in our recruitment. Your friend, John Silver, will be placed in this faction.’’ Evil explained to Alex, along with him giving the full attention that he needed.

He nodded in approval, mentally taking notes inside of his head as Evil carried the discussion on with great heart, he'd give him that.

A sudden buzz against the back pockets of Alex's pants erupted. He pulled out his phone -

"I'm sorry, but can we hold off on the conversation, please? My former partner John is calling."

"Very well." Evil put his hands behind his back and waited patiently for him to come back.

Few minutes of waiting, Alex came back in the room and plopped himself down on the chair to tell Evil he just heard from John Silver that he agrees with Alex to be accepted into the Dark Order.

"That is very good news, Reynolds. I'm glad to pronounce you and your tag team partner John Silver as the recruitments of The Dark Order. Congratulations." Evil smiled under his mask, throwing up his signature claw hand in honorable notice.

"Thank you, sir Evil Uno."

(FLASHBACK ENDED)

Evil looked back at a sleeping Alex. He sighed, folding his arms against his chest in determination. Thinking about all of the shit they've been through, and how it came about in the first place to heal this faction after Brodie's passing back in December, he slumped in the passenger seat and thought long and hard. No man could cry often as much as Uno could, tears began to form in the creases of his eyes - thank god for a mask to hide the tears.

His head spun like a tornado, maybe listening to music would make everything okay. But goddamn he was missing Brodie a lot.

Soon as the flight hit the destination, Alex stretched with half-opened eyes, hearing Evil's quiet weeps.

"Evil... Are you okay?" He muttered groggy, extending his head toward where Uno sat.

"Yes I'm fine, Reynolds." Evil's heart rearranged inside his chest for a second, actually not cooperating very well. "Thanks for the concern."

"Oh, bullshit. I know you better than you know yourself." Alex groaned, attempting to show a sign of caring for Uno, the one who recruited him into The Dark Order in the first place.

Since everyone was getting off the plane, Uno didn't want to drag himself behind, getting up and gathering his luggage as quickly as he can.

Alex's face grew in puzzlement, wondering what was the matter with Evil. Of course he would see right through him, it was obvious that Evil was upset about something.

"It's whatever, Uno! You're on your own man." He stated, his eyebrows furrowed.

In such frustration, he walked outside to get a taxi. Before Evil could catch up, the taxi driver pulled up, Alex wasted no time and drove off with the taxi cab driver.

"I need to get to my friend's house, please." Alex showed the driver the location, the guy behind the wheel nodded and put in the GPS to get to his location.

*Starting Route to 75021 Beacons Street*.

Alex's whole intentions were to have Evil Uno not know about this dream come true reality. As in about his bad crush on his best friend, Y/N. He never had sex with anyone that special like Y/N, it was his first time doing so.

The car ride included him listening to his music. The first song shuffled in his playlist was:

Resting his head upon the seat like he did at the airport, he thought about how his sexual intentions were about to come true as mentioned before. Alex fumbled with his fingers, looking out the window as his foot gently tapped against the floor of the taxi cab.

A pause was on his music due to the fact he had a phone call emerging in, it read: "Y/N."

Fuck. He thought, shrugging off his nervous emotions and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Alex. What are you doing? Are you on your way to the house?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, I am. I almost forgot about texting you. I made my flight down safely." He explained, scratching his head.

"That is good. Okay, I'll let you go and I'll see you then," She said.

"Alright, fine by me. Bye."

Hanging up, a smile crept upon his lips, sighing in relief.

"This house right here?" The taxi cab driver questioned, pointing towards Y/N's house.

"Yeah, this one right here."

Pulling up towards the driveway, Alex thanked the driver and got out. Watching the driver drive off, he took a few steps on her porch to the entrance of her home and knocked swiftly.

A door swung open, a greeted smile appeared on the face of Y/N.

" Hi Alex! So glad to see you!" She greeted, welcoming her best friend into her home. Shutting the door tight behind her, an unexpected change switched in Alex.

***KINDA LIKE SMUT AHEAD? If you're not 18+, suggest you'd hop off this fanfic***.

He gave her a charming smile, as she walked to the kitchen, Alex studied her body in many ways. He was practically head over heels for her complexion.

"Hey uh, Y/N. Could you please do something for me?" He asked in innocence, his cheeks beginning to heat.

"Oh yeah of course Alex. What is it?"

Alex raised his eyebrows, "Could you pick up one of my bags for me?"

"Oh! Silly me. Why didn't I thought about this?" She chuckled, giving a "it's no problem" attitude. Walking over to him, she bent over to grab his bags for him.

The quick second he saw her lacey underwear beneath her dress, he took three steps behind her and grabbed her.

"Ah! Alex! What are you doing!?" She freaked out, looking at her best friend like he was crazy.

"Y/N. There was always something I needed to tell you." He began to speak, letting go and dropped to his knees.

"Alex...." She gasped, his large hands caressing her exposed thighs.

"I'm... I like you. Simple as that." Feeling confident in himself, he placed his lips onto her thigh, earning an eerie moan from Y/N.

"Oh fuck." She cursed, her eyes eyeing down at Alex who was working his way to pull her dress down off her shoulders onto the floor.

Her shuttered breathing left him speechless.

"A-Alex... I need to tell you something, too... I'm a virgin." She proclaimed, her chest hoisting up and down.

Alex stopped, looking up at his best friend, and brought himself up to her level.

"Me too." Was all he spoke upon.

An eerie silence became to erupt, but not for long.

He attached his lips onto her neck, Y/N moaned while he shifted his body weight towards her to walk her back into the kitchen counter. Hoisting her up, he pushed her legs apart and peeled her panties off.

He began to speak again, but whispering in her ear.

"God, you know how much this turns me on right now? I want to show my true feelings for you."

Y/N softly moaned, a hard bulge pressed against her own flesh.

"This feels so right." She said, arching her head back.

"So, Y/N. Let me be your secret admirer."

"I'm gonna let you." She smirked, tugging on Reynold's pants. He slowly maturely pulled his pants down to tease her.

She bit her lip, wondering how big he was going to be. He reached in his boxers to free his cock, she gasped and stared at how big he was.

"Can't believe this is going to be my first." Her breath heavy, as her heated garden began to grow mercilessly hot.

He chuckled, pulling off his boxers finally after wasted time he gave to her.

She spoke the words: "I'll let you in."

Alex reached by Y/N's heated garden and kissed her, she vocally moaned out: "God...."

How good can he be? By the feeling of it, she had a feeling inside her gut that told her: "Let him be your secret admirer."

A moan from Alex vocalized against her flesh, sending heat waves throughout her body. Blood rushing from her head down to her clitoris, but damn this unfamiliar feeling felt so good.

Beginning to caress her clitoris, she wiggled underneath his sudden touch. His lips attached to her, lightly sucking. Throwing her head back, her legs violently shook upon her will, being a virgin after all wasn't so bad.

"Fuck, you're so soaked." He whisper synced, cussing out a storm of "Fuck's" and "What have we gotten ourselves into?" to harmonize.

Y/N grasped a hand full of his long flowing hair, slowly wrapping her legs around his neck.

He gripped his cock, eyeing her and brought her down off the kitchen counter to the floor with no effort.

He soon after followed by a slap against Y/N's ass, causing her to shriek.

Alex bent her over in half like a pencil, jerking her head back. Suddenly, he glided a finger up to her lips, shushing her to keep from whining.

"Come on, Y/N. You know you want to," He cooed, gently letting go of her head.

"Want to....?" She mentally added, making this seem challenging for Reynolds.

He remained patient, remembering that this was their first time having sex.

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Loud harmonized moans covered the whole room, he slammed into her with force, Alex's cock twitched inside of her pussy as she cried with pleasure.

"You're mine." He slapped her ass again, the harder the slaps, the louder she became. "Now count."

"1, ah!"

SLAP!

"2" She winced, once he was done spanking her, she mercilessly fell onto the floor.

He picked her tired body off of the floor, almost about to pass out in Alex's arms.

"Tired, huh?" He said, her naked body in the heavy arms of Reynolds.

"Mhhh," she mumbled, turning her head like a deer in the headlights to face her best friend who was looking at her in care.

His chest bellowed, he carried her to the bed and layed her flat down on the bed.

"You need the rest anyway, my love. The good fucking that I gave you was tiresome for you, we'll carry this on first thing in the morning," Alex kissed her cheek, covering her up and leaving the room.

Y/N passed out on the bed, and fell into a deep slumber. Alex, however? he was going to stay the night at her house and sleep until the morning. His original plan was to stay the morning and see what Uno was up to. He promised her to finish what they started, but to keep in mind, Alex is a man of his word.

A/N: *PART 3 IS COMING SOON. ❤*

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