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daddyhausen · 11 months

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Evil Uno x { 31 } — i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly

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{ summary } — it had all seemed like a blur, starting the night with casual flirting then ending up back at his hotel room

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, friends to lovers, gentle sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, male + female orgasm, squirting, internal cumshot, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 309

{ pairing } — fem!reader x evil uno

{ genre } — smut

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{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

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{ 31 } — i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly

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the evening glow of the moonlight bled through the cheap hotel curtains

a yellowish glow washing over the both of you

your bodies naked, you sat atop his waist, straddling him

hips grinding against his, just teasing your walls with the tip of his cock

“i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”

his groans muffled against your neck, his teeth baring, lightly nipping the skin

“me too…” you whined, propping your hips up for the moment

guiding his cock into your warmth

he admired the way your sweetness glistened against your soaked folds

loving the way you sunk down onto his size

“oh fuck-“ he whined, hips bucking up to meet the rhythm of your movements

one hand fell to your waist, keeping you stable as the other lightly groped your breast

squeezing the soft flesh in his large palm

“you feel so fucking good…” his praise sounded heavenly in your ears

urging yourself on to orgasm

you continued to bounce on his cock

slowing down your movements every so often to shower him with sweet kisses

which he gladly accepted

“i’m gonna cum…” you announced against his lips

feeling your walls began to pulse around his size

“cum around my cock, sweetheart…”

he urged you on, feeling his own orgasm start to build

he came inside you without warning, an act which you simply adored

feeling his seed fill you to the brim

hot cum beginning to leak from your walls the more you bounced on him

“fuck yes, sweetheart…that’s it, cum all over me”

your sweetness gushed around him, soaking his skin and the bedsheets below

you cried out in pleasure

body shaking with release as you collapsed into his chest

he kissed your temples softly, holding you close to his chest as your breathing began to regulate

“thank you so much for that sweetheart”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#evil uno #dark order #evil uno imagine #evil uno smut #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction

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ijustthinkevilunoisneat · 4 months

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“Hi. I am here to be your nurse" Uno joked while holding cough medicine, causing you to chuckle a little until a cough breaks up the laughter.

"Hey, hey, lay back down. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it worse" he said concerned, stepping towards you, placing the medicine on a table next to you and joining you in bed. You woke up feeling unwell that morning and Uno had been by your side, helping you with anything you need.

"You didn't. I'll be okay. I promise. I love you." You reassured, holding him close to you. "I love you too" he responded, giving you a little kiss on your forehead.

#i haven't made an imagine in a long time #evil uno #aew #all elite wrestling #aew x reader #aew imagine #evil uno x reader #aew fanfiction

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underratedandoverit · 1 year

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(not) your finest hour

~2,6k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

actually i think this is my first orangekip without it being exclusively set in the corruption arc lol. they are just dating. kip says fuck a few too many times. i dont know how to write kissing scenes sorry about that. also my first time writing both cole and uno again im sorry proofreading past what spelling mistakes docs pointed out to me doesnt exist i die like the man i am not

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Kip stopped behind the hotel room door, glancing towards the blond that had been wandering behind him down the hall as Kip basically pulled him by the hand so they wouldn’t be late to the scheduled appearance. Cassidy looked just about as interested to be here as he did with anything else, but Kip knew he was just as excited as he was; they hadn’t done an episode of All Elite Arcade together before more than once, and they had finally convinced Uno to give them an episode together, for the title Cassidy was holding nonetheless, promising him great content in return.

Kip gently yanked him closer by the hand he was still holding, watching as Cassidy’s traveling eyes landed on him finally. He had the sunglasses with him but then weren’t on his face yet, him waiting to pop into character right before dropping in on the stream, so Kip enjoyed watching those bright eyes looking over at him, being followed with a small smile tugging in the corner of his lips.

“You ready?”

Cassidy just shrugged, Kip smiling back at him as he pulled the blond even closer, closing the gap between them with a quick kiss. “For luck. You’re gonna need it.”

Kip heard something resembling a snort coming from his boyfriend, but Cassidy just smiled back at him a little. “Do I need to remind you that I’m the champion?”

From the corner of his eye Kip saw him lift the backpack that Cassidy was holding in his other hand, giving it a little jiggle, the hardware tinkling quietly inside. He was very well aware of the steaks brought to the table, this had been their idea after all. Kip just laughed at him a little, suppressing any possible objections from Cassidy before he could even get started with them with another kiss before he turned around, finally giving a knock on the door.

Kip could feel the warm hand leaving his, taking a quick look over his shoulder towards Cassidy, watching the blond finally pull the sunglasses from his jean jacket pocket, slipping them on his face before the hotel room door was pushed open. They were warmly welcomed into the room, both hosts of the show already in there setting everything up and preparing the small set inside the hotel room.

“You ready, champ?” Adam asked, patting Cassidy on the shoulder as he took the seat designated for him after everyone had exchanged the morning pleasantries. The blond shrugged a little. “Confident you’re going to win today?”

“He doesn’t stand a chance,” Kip piped in with a chuckle as he sat down on the armchair next to him, getting Cassidy a look from over the top rim of his sunglasses as he raised his brows at Kip slightly. “Whatever you got for me champ, I’m here for the win.”

“Well, we know the first game is going to be Halo,” Uno stated as he plugged the Xbox into the hotel room television. “And you requested GoldenEye, I believe?”

Kip nodded as the masked man glanced towards him before returning to finishing the setup for the stream, the Brits eyes traveling back to Cassidy, giving him a smirk. “Prepare for your defeat, Clementine.”

Cassidy just shrugged again. “Whatever.”

Kip didn’t take it to heart, he knew Cassidy was just slipping into character as they were mere minutes away from the stream actually starting. The other man was very particular about the way he portrayed himself whenever in public with the character he had, so this wasn’t anything new for Kip to experience. And nobody else in the room didn’t seem to be bothered by him basically shutting down either, taking this in just as a normal behavior, as Adam and Uno continued to chat it away while setting everything up as the stream countdown kept steadily running down.

As they eventually got started with the streams and the games, it didn’t take too long until both players were very deep into the competition. Kip had tried to study Cassidy’s previous title defenses to pick apart his strategy and play style, but admittedly it didn’t seem to be enough compared to how well Cassidy already knew the type of gamer Kip was; hotheaded and easy to distract. Not that Cassidy necessarily had to fall down to any dirty tactics to keep the championship, but it definitely did help that he knew exactly what buttons to push to keep Kip on his toes throughout the entire first round of Halo.

“Come on, man!” Kip sighed, slapping his thigh in frustration as Cassidy got yet another kill on him, the blond barely emoting over his easy victory. “This game is garbage!”

“It’s not my fault you don’t know how to play,” Cassidy stated back, getting a little ‘oooh’ in the background from Adam. Kip sent Cassidy a quick glare before preparing for the next respawn, but unfortunately the results against the currently reigning All Elite Arcade champion weren’t that much different this time around. He got a few good shots in, but ultimately was downed, time and time and time again.

“How is this even fair?!” Cassidy just shrugged, lowering his controller on the table as Uno was announcing him the clear winner of the first round, leading the championship challenge now with one to zero wins. “I swear you’re cheating! You are not that good in this game!”

“Born a champion, baby.” Kip glared at him, clearly not being amused by the nonchalant replies he was getting back. “Maybe you just need to pick up your game and stop complaining.”

Kip remained quiet, barely accepting the new controller Uno was handing his way. His confidence definitely had gotten a blow by losing in a first person shooter, his trademark style of game, to someone seemingly as non-gamer as Cassidy. Obviously Kip didn’t come into this situation thinking this was going to be easy, he had seen all the previous title defenses and knew Cassidy was actually good at this. But Kip just hadn’t expected it like this. He wasn’t supposed to be better than him at this.

“I hope you’re ready to get absolutely dragged,” Kip muttered from between gritted teeth, but Cassidy didn’t reply. It was part of the psychological warfare going on, Kip was aware of that, but despite knowing the blond’s game plan, Kip couldn’t do much to prevent it from getting to him. “That title is going to be mine.”

“Then you have to play better than that for it.”

Biting his teeth together, Kip refused to answer back as he tried to focus on the new game starting up. This was a game of his choice for this challenge, he knew he was good at this, but at the same time a voice in the back of his mind was taunting him over the loss in the previous round and it definitely didn’t help his situation.

As was painfully obvious almost immediately as Cassidy got an easy first kill over him.

“Come on, Kip, what’s wrong with you?” he chuckled, enjoying him maybe a little bit too much to see the seething rage slowly taking over Kip. “Look, I’ll stand right here and let you make the first shot. Sounds good?”

“I don’t need your pity points,” Kip muttered under his breath, barely holding himself back from cursing out loud. The bad words were bouncing around in his head, but he bit his tongue back. “I can beat you without your stupid mercy.”

“Suit yourself,” Cassidy shrugged, taking aim once again as he was expecting Kip to try to jump him again, almost fully understanding his game plan already. Which only further infuriated the already on edge Kip, pushing him into making mistake after mistake after mistake, until the outcome was undeniable.

The curse was so loud it was probably heard outside the room as well, stunning everyone inside of it momentarily as Kip bounced up from the seat, throwing the controller in his hand away. Cassidy barely looked up to him, just blankly staring at the television screen, ignoring the tantrum happening right next to him. He could feel a little stab of regret in pushing Kip, as this really hadn’t been his intention with all of this, but at the same time trying to remain calm and in character was the top priority in his head right there and then.

“Well, there you have it folks.” Uno’s voice was slightly hesitant after Kip’s sudden outburst, only making the Brit scoff loudly, finally making Cassidy look up at him. Cassidy offered him his hand for a sportsmanship like shake, but Kip just flipped him off before storming out of camera, and eventually out of the room. Cassidy glanced after him, the concern hidden behind his sunglasses, brows barely furrowing in a visible manner. He didn’t think Kip was going to take it this hard, this was nothing but a friendly competition. For a belt, sure, but even then it wasn’t that serious.

As Uno was trying to focus back on talking about the champion retaining the title, Adam slid off from his seat on the bed in the background, quietly making out of the room. Kip hadn’t obviously gotten far, he was currently sulking in the hallway, obviously not very happy about the situation.

“Hey, everything okay?”

Kip just pouted back at him, running a hand through his light hair with another huff. “Yeah. Yeah, just fucking splendid.”

Stupid answer for an obviously stupid question, both of them had to admit that as Adam crossed his arms over his chest, clearly expecting a bit more out of him than that. Kip just sighed.

“It’s fine, I’m just… I’m just gonna go. Tell Clementine congrats from me.”

Adam nodded, but leaned closer to give a little empathetic pat on his shoulder. “We all have our moments. Take a breather.”

Inhaling deeply Kip nodded back at him, Adam giving him a couple more pats before turning on his heels, walking back to the door. Before he re-entered back into the hotel room, he glanced over his shoulder back towards Kip, watching him start slowly making his way down the hallway towards the elevators. Shaking his head a little, Adam unlocked the hotel room door, letting himself back inside.

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Maybe half an hour later Cassidy pushed the hotel room door open, not being surprised at all to hear the television making sounds in the second room. He carefully kicked the door shut after him before walking in, lowering the tray of takeout coffee cups on the nearest flat surface he could find. He was sure Kip had heard him come in, but he couldn’t hear any reactions to his arrival, fully gluing him in on the fact that he was most likely still mad at him for what had happened.

Not that Cassidy really blamed him, he had probably pushed the buttons a bit too hard with Kip earlier, but that was also the name of the game. They had both agreed to this, and Cassidy was never opposed to Kip doing the same to him. Obviously he had gotten destroyed so badly that he never really had an opportunity to do such a thing, but the chance was always there.

Well, no reason to dwell on it now, he thought as Cassidy picked two coffee cups from the cardboard tray before making his way to the bedroom section of the hotel room. Peeking in from the doorway, he smiled faintly, seeing the familiar man sitting criss crossed on the bed, poking around on his phone, barely paying attention to his surroundings.

“Hey.”

Kip didn’t look up at him, just letting out a small noise of acknowledgment as Cassidy leaned against the door frame, observing him for a moment. He had definitely done some mental damage earlier, seeing how withdrawn into himself Kip was at the moment, clearly not being in the mood of interacting with him. Cassidy had thought giving him a moment to calm down would help, after Adam told him how pissed off Kip seemed after they went off the air, but apparently it hadn’t been long enough yet. Thankfully he detoured a bit and got some bribes in the shape of some hotel breakfast coffee instead of returning directly back to the hotel room, so that should hopefully help with some of the pain the Brit was going through.

“I didn’t mean to make you so upset out there.”

“I’m not upset,” Kip muttered as a response, but still didn’t look up from his phone. Cassidy sighed, pushing his shoulder off from the door frame, walking inside the room. Kip only glanced up at him as Cassidy offered one of the two cardboard coffee cups in his direction, but instead of taking it he just kept looking at Cassidy blankly before going back to his phone, playing a game as far as Cassidy was able to decipher from his screen. Shaking his head, he walked to the nightstand, lowering both cups on it before turning back towards Kip, the other man still seemingly not wanting to give him the time of day.

“Come on, you can’t seriously be mad at me for that.”

“I told you, I’m not mad.”

Inhaling deeply, Cassidy walked closer, stopping to the edge of the bed, just watching at him for a while.

“It was just a video game, Kip.”

Finally Kip looked up from his phone long enough to actually bother flicking the screen off, eyes landing on Cassidy. He looked tired, all sorts of annoyed, clearly not wanting to sit here and have this conversation with him right now.

“That’s so fucking easy for you to say. Half of your entire life doesn’t revolve around that stuff, you had nothing to fucking lose, you’re already the fucking champion.”

The excessive cursing was already a great sign that Kip was annoyed, as if the obvious pout he was putting on wasn’t. Cassidy looked at him, watching his boyfriend crossing his arms over his chest, but he didn’t reply anything back to the Brit.

“So congrats or fucking whatever, I guess.”

Cassidy inhaled deeply, slowly pulling the sunglasses from his face, dropping them to the bed. Kip watched him, brows furrowing a bit as he knew the meaning of that serious face he was getting back from the blond - either he was in for a stern talking or Cassidy was done with his shit, ready to just walk away from him to let Kip think alone about what he had just said and done.

But instead, Cassidy reached for him, grabbing a hold of his ankles. A bit confused, in his surprise Kip still allowed himself to be pulled to the edge of the bed. He didn’t have a lot of time to adjust to his new position as Cassidy already straddled down on his lap, both hands cupping his cheeks as he pulled Kip into a kiss.

Immediately any even faint thoughts of anger and upset disappeared from his mind, Kip’s hands already on autopilot helping steady the blond in his lap, gently pulling him closer to him by his hips as his arms wrapped around Cassidy. Kip’s hands easily found the hem of his shirt, slipping under it, feeling cold against his skin as his fingertips tracked along his back, making Cassidy pull away from the kiss for a second to catch a breath.

“You know I don’t care about the title. You’re my biggest prize.”

“You’re so fucking corny, you know that?” Kip sighed, but couldn’t hold back a grin as he carefully picked the back of the collar of his shirt from the inside, as a clear indicator that he wanted to take it off.

“Maybe. But I know you love it.” Cassidy smiled at Kip before pulling him into another kiss.

#character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #ship: orangekip #character: evil uno #character: adam cole #fic #cole and uno get character tags both have speaking roles #i know im technically not online rn but i wanna get this up since i finished it and we need something cute tonight idk #take it im going to bed #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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avcartist · 2 years

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Wanna write casino fanfic but don’t know card games other than UNO so I might just use that but change the names to like one of clubs and shit

#uno #uno???#uno tag #get ready for my hot sexy uno casino fic #evil fanfiction #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #probably

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tache-noire · 11 months

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Tokeback Mountain, Chapter 2

(read chapter 1 here)

Rating: T (brief boner mention)

Ship: Evil Uno/Hangman Adam Page

Content: Fluff, Angst, Romance, Confessions, Flirting, Kissing

Summary: It's time for them to talk about what happened last week. (This was supposed to be a crackfic with some smut. How did this happen.)

Also on AO3

Evil Uno doesn't hear from Adam the next morning. He doesn't hold it against him. It's not nearly as bad as his drunken blackouts used to be, but he does still tend to forget things when he smokes. The whole thing– the kiss, the panic, the loopy "I love you"– it was just another mistake. Well, actually, that does sting a little. It's not like he's never said it before, but after an apparent sexuality crisis, the context has shifted dramatically . It eats away at him for days . An entire week, until finally he has to talk to someone about it. Stu readily meets him in the tiny café in the lobby of their hotel.

"I don't know what to do, and I hate that."

Uno holds his head in his hands. Stu reaches across the little table to pat him on the shoulder. It's not often that he really lets his stress show. He's supposed to be a leader, after all. He carries the burdens of everyone around him. Supports everyone wholeheartedly. The only one he really lets see him like this (human, just human like everybody else, he has to be reminded) is his Player Two.

"What do you want to do?" Stu asks, picking apart a croissant. "Seems like that's the easiest place to start."

"It's not, though. I want to tell him everything. But I can't do that. If I bring it up– if he doesn't remember, then I'll embarrass both of us. If he does …"

"You get a very handsome new boyfriend?"

Evil Uno shoots Stu a tired look. Stu shrugs it off.

"No. I'd be forcing him to confess something he wasn't ready to talk about. I can't hold him to something he said when he was high."

"But the 'gay slut weed' isn't real."

Uno sighs heavily. "People still say things that they regret."

He couldn't stifle the pain in his voice if he tried. He's loved Hangman just about as long as he's known him. Even at his lowest points. Knowing how vibrant and charming he could be was what drove Uno to stay by his side and support him to sobriety. He secretly clung to every dunken-friendly "I love you, man" because it was the only way he'd ever hear it, because Adam would always have his pick of better, more successful, more attractive people. He hears it far less often now. He'd settled into just being a secretly pining friend.

It turns out, new hope after a drought is worse than safe, familiar hopelessness.

"I wish I'd just checked on him and gone back to my room. Why did I stay?"

"Because you love him." Stu leans back in his chair. "I don't think Adam regrets it, though."

"How do you know?"

He taps Uno's shin with his foot and nods pointedly. Evil Uno turns to look behind himself just in time to see Hangman walking across the lobby, toward them. His heart sinks into his stomach, and he hisses under his breath:

"Oh my god. Did you–?!"

"He texted me and asked where you were and I told him. I promise that's all."

Stu gets up before he can be scolded any further. He tosses his trash away and claps his partner firmly on the back with a wink.

"I'm going to the gym, I'll talk to you later."

And with that, Uno is left all on his own, with Adam showing a little more purpose in his stride now that Stu is out of the way. He doesn't sit down, just holds the back of the vacant chair with white knuckles. Well, that makes two of them. Evil Uno feels about two seconds away from crushing his coffee cup, if he gets any more tense.

"Good morning, Adam." He forces a smile that feels more like a grimace. It's returned just as awkwardly.

"Hey."

There's a pregnant silence between them. Neither willing to take a step to close the distance. What are they supposed to do? Chat about the weather they don't know or care about in an unfamiliar city? And hey, by the way, about that little crisis you had while you were stoned, it's kind of killing me and–

"Uh, d'you mind if we find someplace a little more private? There's somethin' I gotta talk to you about."

Well, there it is. The beginning of the end.

"No problem." Big problem. Huge. "Where to?"

"My room."

Worse!

"Alright. Let's go."

He tries to keep the nerves out of his voice. His hands. He hopes Adam can't feel him staring a hole through his back as they walk. He hopes he can. As anxious as he must be, at least he has the benefit of already knowing what he's going to say. Evil Uno resents that a little. He can only guess. And hope. He can't help but hope against all odds that maybe Stu is right and all this isn't just one-sided, even while he's working through the five stages of grief in his head to prepare for the more likely outcome.

He doesn't quite make it to acceptance before they reach Hangman's hotel room. He's still stewing in depression when the door locks behind them. So maybe he can be forgiven for being slow to react when he's grabbed firmly by the shoulders and held still in the middle of the room. Adam fixes his cloudy blue eyes on Uno's wide brown ones. Glares long and hard, like he means to kill him with them. But eventually, his expression softens and he has to look away.

"Damn it. I knew it."

"What?" Evil Uno is still jumpy, dangerously close to shoving some space between them until Adam’s grip relaxes, too. He laughs, humorless and resigned.

"It wasn't– it's still happening."

Before he can ask 'what?' again, he's pinned and silenced with another pointed look. His face seems hopeful, but scared. The same way Uno feels.

"When you… Last week, after– after I kissed you, and I freaked out…" He starts, his voice already wavering.

"You, uh… You held me until I calmed down. And told me you're not going anywhere."

Evil Uno takes a deep breath. Wherever this goes, it's on its way now.

"I remember. I didn't think you did."

"I do. It's been driving me crazy, Uno. You said you wouldn't leave and then you did, so… Did it mean anything or not?"

This is it. This is where he loses everything, because he can't just lie to Adam. Maybe if he'd been a little more fuzzy on the details, but not when he's totally lucid. And he deserves the truth even if he hates him for it.

"Yeah, it did. I just… I couldn't stay after that. I know it was just the weed talking, I couldn't hold you to that. I couldn't let you make a decision you'd regret in the morning–"

He has to stop, swallow down a lump in his throat before finishing.

"No matter how much I wanted to. I wouldn't have been able to say no to you if I'd stayed."

Evil Uno braces for the barely-disguised pity. The rejection. He hopes for an "easy" let down, since they're friends at least.

It doesn't come. Instead, Hangman seems to exhale a thousand pounds off his back. His posture loosens, like a tight string's been cut somewhere inside him and freed up all of his joints at once. Where there was once fear creasing his brow, now there's relief.

"Thank god. Thank god, it wasn't just me reading too far into it."

Adam smiles, and Uno just stares, dumbfounded.

"I've been thinkin' about it all week. I've been thinkin' about you ."

Evil Uno thanks God for masks. His face is getting warm, and he knows it'd be an embarrassing shade of pink if Adam could see it. And the more he talks, the worse it gets.

"Actually… I've been thinkin' about you a lot longer than that. And I– I thought it was the weed makin' me feel like that, but now I think it was just makin' me more honest with myself."

Uno tries not to think about the sweat on the back of his neck as Hangman's hand shifts to rest there. His fingertips dipping under the edge of his mask and reaching the edge of his stubbly shaved hairline. He's so close now. Not at arm's length anymore. Close enough that Evil Uno can reach out and tentatively put a hand on his hip, and bask in the shy smile that gets him in return.

"I wanna be honest with you too, Uno."

He leans in, closes the small gap still between them, and Uno is so glad he put on one of his older masks to get coffee with Stu. One of the ones with an open mouth so he wouldn't have to jam a straw up the bottom of it. The opening is still a little awkward for this, but with the right angle they manage to meet in the middle in a much better kiss than the one that's been on his mind for the past week. It's still so little, just a chaste, soft press, no tongue– and yet, it's everything. The way they just fit together makes him wonder how he ever thought they couldn't.

And then, far too soon, they're apart again, and Adam's looking at him like he's the whole world.

"I love you."

And Evil Uno smiles back, for real this time, and holds Adam's face in his hands.

"I love you, too. I love you so much, you know that?"

"Yeah, I do now. 'M sorry I never…" Hangman gestures vaguely with his hands. "I was scared."

" You were scared?"

He nods solemnly.

"I didn't know if I could take it if you turned me down."

"Never. Never . Oh my god, I couldn't , you–"

Evil Uno laughs, still incredulous, still barely believing this is happening. That this is his life. That this is going to continue to be his life, isn't it? For the foreseeable future, "Hangman" Adam Page, the (extremely charming and beautiful) Anxious Millennial Cowboy, is going to be part of his life in a way he barely even let himself dream of.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to love you."

He kisses him again, because he can. And again, because he wants to and he can, he can have what he wants. And then a third time, because this time Adam pulls him in and tilts his head to kiss him deeper because he wants it, too. And this time there's just the slightest, hesitant little slide of tongue at the seam of his lips and he eagerly opens up to meet it. Evil Uno's face is hot and he's dizzy and his heart is about to burst. It's hard to breathe through his nose with his mask on and it forces him to take these embarrassing little gasps of breath whenever he can. They make him sound so desperate– and maybe he is, but he doesn't want to come on too strong all of a sudden, take a mile when he's been offered an inch. But Adam's hooking his fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and pulling him against himself. And holy shit, he's definitely sporting a half-chub at least, poking at his hip. That makes two of them.

Adam makes a soft noise, and breaks their kiss once more, hovering just inches away. Panting slightly. He knocks their foreheads together with a wry smile.

"So, um… That other thing you said… did you mean that, too?"

It takes a moment for Evil Uno to drift back down to earth and remember how to talk.

"What other thing?"

"That we could, uh… Do whatever I want in the morning?"

"Oh. Oh. "

His stomach does a little flip. This wasn't exactly what had been on his mind when he said that, but… Apparently it'd been on Hangman's, even back then. Longer than that, he'd said.

"You mean now?"

"Well…" Adam's hands creep around Evil Uno's middle, to his lower back. As if he would run away otherwise. "You got any other plans 'til showtime?"

"No…"

"Me neith–"

Hangman's phone rings, startling them both out of their skin. He checks the screen and scowls.

"It's Tony," he grumbles. "I gotta take this."

He's a walk-and-talk type. Evil Uno finds himself left hanging while Adam paces, offering a "yeah" or "got it" now and then, until something really hits him and he reacts with an exasperated "right now?!"

"Showtime ain't until 8! I'm kinda in the middle of something…"

He shoots Uno an apologetic and longing look. He can't hear the other end of the conversation, but he understands. Business is business. They're still on the card for tonight.

"It's a personal thing. It's very important, and private . … Can't we just do it live, play it by ear? Why do we have to… Alright, Jesus, fine. I'll be there in 20."

Adam shoves his phone back in his pocket with a groan.

"Tony's decided at the last minute he wants to write and pre-tape a promo for tonight. Said it's too big to risk any live slip-ups."

All at once, he's all wound up and anxious again. His tone is short and curt, frustrated. Evil Uno slips an arm around his waist, and he huffs.

"He wants me there now ."

"Hey, don't worry about it. It is what it is."

"I know, but I wanted–"

"Listen. "

Uno holds Adam's jaw firmly, making him look up from the floor and into his eyes.

"You don't have to rush to 'seal the deal' with me. This time, I'm really not going anywhere. I promise. If you still want to, come find me after the show, room 318."

Hangman nods, blue eyes glittering with all the thoughts racing through his head. It makes Uno's heart swell all over again, just knowing that some of them are about himself. And about both of them. He gives him one last kiss before heading out.

"Knock 'em dead, cowboy."

"Yeah, alright," Adam chuckles. "I'll see you later."

He's not sure how he's gonna focus for the rest of the day. As soon as the door's closed between them, Evil Uno feels like he's been hit by a truck, in the weirdest and best way. A truck full of puppies and chocolate and crack. Not that he knows the feeling intimately, but he's pretty sure being on crack probably feels at least a little bit like this. He's smiling so hard it's starting to hurt, and he fumbles his phone a couple times before he manages to unlock it, on the way back to his own room. Stu's probably still at the gym, but he has to text and tell him.

"YOU WERE RIGHT"

"I MIGHT BE HAVING A HEART ATTACK RN"

"You should probably sit down."

"Congratulations on your very handsome new boyfriend 🙂"

"OK I'm sitting now. I feel like I want to scream."

"I can't believe it, Hangman said he wanted to tell me for a long time but he was scared?????"

"That's insane"

"Anxious Millennial Cowboy, lol"

"So that's all that happened?👀"

"Well no"

"Uhhhhh"

"We kissed for a little while, and he wanted to have sex."

"If you turned him down I'm coming up there right now and beating the shit out of you"

"I didn't!!!!"

"He got called in for some last-minute taping. You know how it is."

"So…. Later 🙃"

"Good"

"Fuck him silly"

"STU"

"Ok I'm almost done w cardio"

"Details later?"

"NO!!!!"

#aew #all elite wrestling #evil uno #hangman adam page #adam page #rpf #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #i didnt know how to format text messages. so you get colors.#i have no excuse for why i space posting things out like this???#i can only do one task per day.

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✨Oddly Specific MTMTE/Lost Light Headcanons™✨

• Drift uses Cards Against Humanity cards for tarot because once when he got high with Rodders and they lost it in the vents pretending to play Among Us

• Rodimus has a fondness for cowboy hats. And cowboy movies. And cowboys. And wants to become a cowboy. And have a cowboy pardner. And kiss his cowboy pardner and ride off into the sunset with them.

• Brainstorm has one of those pillow pet star projectors (he's modified it to show like 200 different star systems)

• First Aid listens to J-pop and J-rock. Half of his playlist are anime openings

• Drift's favourite game is animal crossing and his favourite villiagers are Beu and Kabuki

• Ratchet's least favourite game is Operation because he gets frustrated asking questions like "why would he have a tiny horse lodged in his thigh?" And Drift would have to drag him away from the game as he's still yelling abt it. Ratchet was banned from Game Night temporarily after that.

• Brainstorm loves spiders. Perceptor however, does not. Especially when Brainstorm forgets to close the lid to the cage (which he insists is called an "enclosure") and they crawl on his scope when he's in his alt mode.

• Pharma likes black licorice. This is what made him turn. The evil was rooted in the licorice.

• Ultra Magnus keeps little souvenirs from each planet he visits- he has a shelf dedicated to it along with info cards about each souvenir.

• U.Mags also hates coffee. black tea drinker ftw

• Rung is an avid tea enjoyer also (he's a chamomile guy, shocker). Have anyone come to his office at late hours of the night he'll offer green, peppermint, chamomile, lavender, and hibiscus teas.

• It was actually Swerve who introduced him and Magnus to tea, and they often have little tea parties talking about whatever.

• Nautica, Rung, Nightbeat, Brainstorm, Velocity, and Skids all host a weekly game night at Swerve's. Usually it's just them but if anyone else joins it always ends in chaos.

• Uno is banned from Game Night, since it more often than not ends in cursing and punches. Things get competitive. Rodimus and Whirl were banned from Game Night because of this.

• Percy has an indoor garden of plants he created or modified accidentally. So now he has a carnivorous alien rose and an invisible cactus he doesn't know what to do with.

• Megatron has a mini self care garden in his office. His favourite is his lavender and he gives pouches of lavender leaves/flowers to those he cares about

• Rodimus and Swerve send eachother fanfiction for shows they've never watched before

• Swerve has movie nights in the bar playing human movies every Friday. Except for Jurassic Park got stuck in the player so it's only Jurassic Park forever

• Drift crochets but he only has orange and white yarn so they all look vagely like Ratchet

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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Can I request some headcanons or a cute scenario for Gyomei x demon reader .....if that's OK with you.....

Hullo! ☺️ I was originally going to decline your suggestion, and then I was going to be evil 🤭 and write an angst drabble for it instead, but I've finally chosen to simply decline it.

Further explanation: canonically, I cannot imagine Gyomei w/ a demon lover (platonic/romantic wasn't specified, but I read "cute scenario" and asssumed romantic). The Hashira ~tolerate Nezuko, and even then primarily only bc of Kagaya's authority + the plot. 😆 Which, nothing wrong w/ that! But for fanfiction set in canon, Gyomei x Demon Reader didn't resonate w/ me, so I was like: hm... what if I #Uno reversed, and wrote a bittersweet drabble about Gyomei having to kill their lover turned demon? 😳

Ultimately tho, Idk if/when I'd feel inspired enough to write that drabble. 😅

#suggestion #to write... someday ??

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ducktoonsfanart · 2 years

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Quack Pack Week - Superheroes

Admittedly, I didn't have time to do as I planned, so I will post some of my drawings that I did before, that is, a couple of drawings reposted while I am publishing one drawing now.

Although I'm already late, one of my favorite themes for this year's Quack Pack Week is definitely superheroes. Of course I'm planning some drawings about it, but I'll post it in the next few days this week or maybe next week.

The first drawing is from last year, when I drew it for the 30th anniversary of Darkwing Duck and the 25th anniversary of Pk-Duck Avenger-PKNA (Paperinik New Adventures) and the 25th anniversary of Quack Pack. Since I didn't put the drawing well then, I'm putting it here in this form. Certainly a crossover of two Duck heroes, Darkwing Duck (Drake Mallard) and Duck Avenger (Donald Duck) with his gang such as Launchpad McQuack, Super Daisy (Paperinika-She-Avenger), Uno (One), Morgana Macawber, Quiverwing Quack (Gosalyn Mallard) and T-Squad (Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck). All together against evil. Yeah, I should write a fanfiction about it. You can see more about this drawing here: https://ducklooney.tumblr.com/post/648305531011956736/now-a-big-surprise-especially-for-fans-of

The second and third photo of the same drawing (drawn on 10/27) is actually a redraw of my drawing from last year related to my version of T-Squad ie Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck as superheroes. Huey Duck is Red Shadow or the red version of Darkwing Duck. Dewey Duck is Blue Cyclops or the blue version of Gizmoduck. Louie Duck is Boy-Venger or Paperinik Junior or the green version of Duck Avenger. Yes, drew as redraw poses from Quack Pack. You can see more about this here: https://ducklooney.tumblr.com/post/662811548827500544/i-apologize-for-any-delay-had-some-problems-and

And the fourth photo, which represents three drawings in one, is a repost of the same drawing I drew at the end of April and month. It's about Donald Duck as a super ninja / secret agent / superhero with his nephews who have become teenagers and go on adventures with him. Since they like extreme things, they can get extreme adventures, but they should be careful. Huey Duck is with Double Duck, Dewey Duck is with Maui Mallard, and Louie Duck is with Paperinik (Pk-PKNA version). Yes, there's also Kay K, Lyla Lay, Hernae, Uno (One), Jay J and more. More on this here: https://www.tumblr.com/ducktoonsfanart/683178923062870016/donald-duck-as-a-superhero-secret-agent

I hope you like these drawings and these ideas. Don't worry, there will be more new surprises.

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or-ng-c-ss-dy · 2 years

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coming after evil uno for bringing up fanfiction on the stream. “should we read best friends fanfictions on stream sometime” absolutely not

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daddyhausen · 1 year

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Evil Uno kink list please?

• kink list — evil uno •

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { evil uno masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }

{ word count } — 35

{ pairing } — fem!reader x evil uno

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @stxrrlightwrites13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @legit9thlunaticwarrior @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @baybay-boom @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @eddie-kingstons-wifey @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

switch { more submissive }

pleasure sub/dom

sensation play

sensory deprivation

praise

voyeurism

orgasm control

orgasm denial

intercrural/interfemoral sex { thigh fucking }

spanking

double penetration

begging

female-led relationship

dirty talk

face sitting

gags

choking

breath play

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

#{ my fics : 🤍 }#evil uno #evil uno x reader #evil uno smut #evil uno imagine #evil uno fanfic #dark order #aew smut #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut

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ijustthinkevilunoisneat · 1 year

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Evil Uno x Reader headcanons for when reader has their period

thanks for the encouragement @unlikelywrestlingfan

Trigger warnings: Period and poop talk

I honestly don't see Uno being grossed out by periods, he has made jokes about watching people eat poop, I don't think anything grosses that man out 💀💀💀

I feel like he is the type to make a really dumb joke that will make you both laugh and wanna hit him

But also I can imagine him being really sweet.

Wanting to try his best to take care of you, even if he isn't 100% perfect at it, he would always try.

The type of person to not know which pads you wear but still try his best to find the right one.

He would be texting you from the store, confused and asking you which ones.

He'd also pick up all the snacks and ice cream you enjoy as well as the medication you need.

Offering cuddles and to chill in bed

You both deciding on what takeaway to get

Deciding to get pizza and watch old Simpsons episodes together

If you bleed through, he'll help clean up, change the sheets while you have a shower.

Reassuring you when negative self talk starts to arise

#evil uno #aew #all elite wrestling #evil uno x reader #aew fanfiction #aew x reader

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darkorderaf · 3 years

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Number 13 from the physical affection list for Evil Uno! (Because of his recent tweets.)

Awww :( yes, absolutely. So sorry for how late this is, I’m always happy to write some soft Uno for you. <3

Pairing: Evil Uno x OFC. Prompt: Kissing someone’s forehead. Rating: G. Warnings/Content: None; just mild angst and fluff. Word Count: 512.

(I don’t own gif; credit to allelitewrestlings!)

It hurt her to see Uno defeated. To see the Dark Order in complete disarray. Uno wanted space and she would give him that. But it wouldn’t stop her worrying or staying up well past her usual bedtime, eyes heavy and wondering when he might walk through their door. His tweets weren’t making it any easier and after a bit, she had to turn her phone off and set it aside.

She was nearly asleep on the couch, head drooped forward, when their hotel room door opened and she heard him sigh. She did her best to rub the sleep from her eyes and sat up on the stiff couch.

“Hey,” she called. “Are you okay? Where have you been?”

“I...needed to walk around for a little,” he said as he wandered further into the room. “That’s all. I’m fine.”

She frowned at him and her expression made him pause his pacing. She pulled her legs in and made space for him on the couch beside her. Slowly, he made his way around the couch and sat down heavily. His shoulders crept in as he hunched over, forearms on his knees. He stared down at the coffee table and folded his hands together. She looked at him carefully, then adjusted her position so she was pressed against his warm side. She set her hand on top of his clasped hands and it looked so small against his large ones.

“...I’m a bad friend,” Uno said. “Every time I think things are fine, they’re falling apart and I’m the one that took a hammer to it all in the first place.”

She wrapped her fingers around his and shook her head into his shoulder.

“That’s not true,” she said. She stood up from her spot beside him and rounded to stand in front of him. Finally, Uno looked up at her, his soft eyes framed by those long lashes of his. “It’s not, Uno. I know it’s hard to see that right now but I promise you it’s not true. Come on, come with me.”

She gently tugged at Uno’s hands to get him to stand with her. He followed her to the shower and he wrapped his arms around her as they stood together in the quiet dark, only the sound of water and their quiet breathing around them. When they slid into the cool hotel bed, warm and pliant from the hot water, he seemed to breathe a bit easier and that was all she could ask for at that moment.

She hovered over him halfway and gave him a tired, reassuring smile in the dim space that they shared. A gentle kiss to Uno’s forehead prompted him to pull her against his side and squeeze her, as though he were afraid that she would slip away from him too. Just when he was so convinced that everything was falling through his fingers, she laced hers with his and settled against his side.

Not everything was fine, he knew that, but they were and that was all he could ask for.

#evil uno fic #evil uno imagine #evil uno fanfiction #aew imagine #aew fic #aew fanfiction #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic

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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.

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‘’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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