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Was it that hard to say? (Reyes x Reader)

Angst/Nsfw/ happy ending

Reyes is a difficult man, you knew this and so did your heart. But even the most patient and understanding people have their limits and Enzo always tended to push everyone's buttons. He loves you, he believes that you do as well, so in order to make YOU confess he goes too far and you crumble. It'll be up to him to pick up the pieces he had broken and fix your broken heart.

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You thought Reyes loved you.

Or maybe he was figuring his feelings for you, liked you, or at the very least respected you.

Months of working with one another as fellow operators for SpecGru during missions of any kind made you bond surprisingly fast, your easygoing nature and wit paired up perfectly with his hot temper and hunger for action. Enzo helped you sharpen your mind and strengthen your spirit under difficult moments and in return you calm him down keeping his anger in check and help him think twice before making reckless decisions. You smoothed his sharp edges and he sharpened yours. "Like jelly and butter", Team Leader once said.

That said.

In the midst of a tense covert operation, you and your team found yourselves navigating the treacherous terrain of an abandoned building dangerously close to your base in Germany. To make the matters worse, your mission had taken an unexpected turn when you guys were ordered to collaborate with another military unit from KorTac, who had been trying to recapture three fugitives heavily armed for interrogation.

The tension was thick. The loss of two KorTac operators at the hands of these three maniacs had taken a terrible hit on the moral of the other team, it's operators were tense, anxiously seeking to accomplish their mission fast to properly mourn the loss of their fellow comrades.

As the mission proceeded, you couldn't help but feel Enzo slowly drifting away from you. It wasn't weird for him to do this, but it has been going on for a week and you were starting to get a little worried, often getting brushed off when you asked him if he was alright, your playful banter cut short by his short grunts in dismissal. You understood it was because this mission was important and the loss (Even from another team's members) stuck to you guys. The faint touches you used to share with Reyes went ignored, maybe he was far too focused for your silent comforts, sadly the only thing the Canadian acknowledged were your worried glances with huffs and glares of his own.

"Yo, mae. It's alright, he can be an ass sometimes." Gus reassured you with a light squeeze on your shoulder.

"He has been like this for a whole fucking week, must be on his period." Nila spat rolling her eyes.

His close friends, Nova and Gus, had known him long enough to get his game, but at times they admitted he could be infuriatingly unpredictable.

It was clear when they shared a short shocked look amongst each when the darkness of the night buried it's claws in the sky and in the short pause you made to rest, all of you noticed Reyes sneak out of the provisional camp with the barracks bunny. A KorTac operator nonetheless.

He didn't even hide it, as soon as the blonde walked by sharing a heated look to Reyes' crouched form, he got up and followed her from where you guys and some others were resting near the only not-busted torch you had illuminating one room of the retched building.

The break took ten minutes. In those ten minutes you planned to approach Reyes to figure why he was in such sour mood. Though you chose to ignore the closed door to your left switching seats with some of your comrades and speaking a little bit louder in order to NOT hear the muffled noises from the other room. You couldn't stand the pitied looks some of them gave you, that's how you were sure they knew something was up in that room.

After the quick break, Reyes almost broke the door down startling some of the resting soldiers, you on the other hand, ignored his sudden entrance. He seemed less tense, chest puffed proudly, not like his usual broody self. You clenched your jaw when you saw the stunning operator walking out from behind him with a nasty look on her face. How dare she look like that when she just took the man you had been pinning over for longer than you'd like to admit?

Shit, you weren't even supposed to think this way about him. It wasn't even allowed.

Your chest burned with unspoken feelings, the indirect rejection making the corners of your lips curl down. A stern look from Nila made you straighten your spine and focus on the mission ahead, she was pretty much the only person directing your attention to what truly mattered at the moment, and that was turning into a mindless soldier whose only fuel to live was to serve. Time to be professional.

The mission went smoothly, the fugitives were recaptured and the only trouble you all faced right now was keeping Horangi, König and some other soldier's nerves in line so they wouldn't beat the bastards into a pulp. That was a task you took seriously since you were known to be the "therapy dog" to the most stubborn and broken members of any team you fell upon.

You now were kneeling in front of König a few meters behind your humvee, the hulking figure of the Austrian sat in the dirt and drills of the floor as he swallowed down heavy breaths, his hands shakily held the knife he previously threatened to use against the prisoners, your soothing voice helped the big man relax, both hands reassuringly squeezed and massaged his tense shoulders pressing your chest to his side comfortingly sharing your body warmth, you were one hundred percent sure he appreciated receiving due to the way he was leaning his weight on you.

"That's it, sweetheart... You are doing amazingly. I know it's hard," König sucked in a breath trying to interrupt you but you hushed him like a mother would to a scared child. "You are one of the strongest soldiers I have ever met. And right now the thing you are doing? The way you are halting your murderous instincts? It's one tough battle that I'm sure as hell you'll win." König softly looked at you, a whimper scaping his constricting throat as he blinked slowly taking in your words.

"You are tough, colonel, I admire you."

"Thank you..."

"No, thank you. You have done a great service. I appreciate it, I wish we could have met under better circumstances... I'm sorry for your losses..." You nuzzled his cheek with your finger comfortingly over his mask when he blinked rapidly trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill at any moment. Standing up from your position you took a step back from the now more relaxed soldier granting him some time alone to compose himself.

Suddenly a chill ran down your spine at the feeling of a presence behind you. You knew who it was, yet you said nothing as you circled the colonel heading to the humvee.

"Takin' too damn long as always, momma bird." Reyes spoke up, annoyance dripping from his tone. He really had the gal to sound irritated. "What? Did your big chick calm himself down? I can't believe you still want to play therapist to these KorTac bastards." He muttered following you. The way you turned around with an ice-cold face throwing daggers at the now startled Canadian could have made competition to one of Lieutenant Riley's deathly glares. He stood there confused, annoyance still present on his hardened features.

His hair looked soft over the vehicle's lights. Reyes always seemed to distract you even when he wasn't even trying to, but not this time, not with the bitterness eating your insides slowly, painfully, imprinting ugly images in your mind. Ugly images of the man you had been pinning over for almost the entire time you had known him, the man you loved fucking someone else so casually and then walking back to you like he did that every time he had the chance.

You didn't even have the right to feel this way. It wasn't even fucking allowed. But fuck... Fuck it hurts. Was it really all for nothing? The quiet times you spent together cuddling under the warmth of his poncho when it was your turn to keep watch and he stubbornly refused to sleep in order to spend more time with you, the short stories of his personal life he swore he had never told a soul before you, stories spoken with softness and trust, the way you silently promised to stay by each other's side even at your worse times, like finger and nail. Like lovers.

You loved Reyes, but he clearly picked random women around the base to make any short of intimate thing not thinking that perhaps YOU wanted to help satisfy his needs being more intimate. Fuck, but not like a one-time kind of thing, more like someone who truly cared, who loved him for who he was even when he was at his most annoying.

"What's up?" Enzo spat.

What's up? Did he really not know WHAT was up?

"Don't look at me, don't talk to me, don't even breath my way, Reyes. J-just... Stay out of my fucking sight." You couldn't hold back the hurt from your voice, your throat swallowing the upcoming words you wanted to say with sobs and tears in the rims of your eyes. Thankfully, the darkness of the night, your helmet and hair shadowed your face from the blinding lights of the vehicles and shielded your hurt expression from Enzo's suddenly stoic face. It takes you by surprise the way he gazes at you up and down approaching you cautiously with a carefully-put neutral expression. Like your reaction was expected. Like it didn't bug him to see you hurt, as if it was all planned.

"What's with the bitch attitude, bunny? You hurt?" The pretty nickname he gave you long ago being thrown at you this way almost sounded like a slur. He spoke mockingly testing your patience knowing you saw what you saw back in the building with him and the barracks bunny. In a normal situation you'd have playfully shoved him but feeling the betrayal you felt at that moment made you sniff soundly throwing Reyes a final glare, letting out some tears and hurriedly walk away with him still hot on your trail.

His plan succeeded, he thought. Now he had to wait for you to make the final move he was so scared of making. Except instead of turning around and confessing your feelings for him, you never looked back at him practically throwing yourself in the car alongside his now glaring comrades. Even Gustavo, his closest friend, the softest and most caring of his teammates gave him a cold look that spoke volumes of his disapproval towards his actions which he returned with a scoff sitting on the front seat.

He has to give you time, he thought, you'll come around eventually.

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Two weeks went by.

The plan had backfired in the worst of ways, Reyes couldn't have predicted this outcome even when it was one of the most obvious scenarios this whole ordeal could have brought him into.

Initially he was supposed to make you feel some short of jealousy, and that way force you to confess your feelings for him. Reyes was sure you liked him back, he was simply too stubborn to admit his own love for you, so he desperately clinged to the idea that you'd strike the final move thanks to this damned plan.

But shit. You didn't look, talk or even try to be near Enzo's eyesight, you had changed your routine to not run into him, you no longer used your office to finish your paperwork often opting to do it in the privacy of your quarters, you even stopped going to the gym privately training with the 141 when you had the chance instead of going to the barracks with the others to spend your free time, you barely even spoke to Nila or Gus compleatly sideline-ing them from your heartbroken state. You loved your friends but you knew well they would give Reyes every piece of information about you they got after ignoring him for so long since he would most certainly beg them to spy on you. So against your open and friendly nature, you isolated yourself keeping the pain for you and you alone.

Enzo had tried randomly going to the gym or other places you frequented but it seemed like you had vanished, like earth had swallowed you whole even when every other personnel in the base claimed to have seen or interacted with you while he was there playing cat and mouse with a ghost. It frustrated him, feeding his anger and confusion as to why the hell you hadn't confronted him about your feelings yet. Two weeks had passed, damnit. How much longer did you need?

He couldn't have hurted you that much could he?

Reyes pondered over your last interaction while sitting in the rooftop of one of the main buildings from the base he totally wasn't supposed to be in. But this was your special place, often coming here to smoke the weed he was able to sneak in or gift you little trinkets and sweets he had stolen from others or found somewhere during missions or around the base. Now he was here basking in the silence of the night, your spot next to him empty and cold. (Y/n)-less.

His loud thoughts muffled the sound of the ladder behind him. "Have you come to your senses, hermano?" Reyes almost dropped the joint he was holding jolting on his spot from the scare the approaching Rican gave him. Gus fixes him a concerned yet stern look while he sat on your spot and Enzo pretended not to care. "What are y'doing here, super-cop?"

"C'mon I told you not to call me that. Ay bendito, I regret ever telling you about my old job..." Gus wined.

"I'm not gonna ask twice, Gusito." Reyes sighed bitterly, the annoyed tone was not missed by Gus.

"I'm here to talk, and um... Keep you company." He didn't say "to help you deal with your heartbreak" because he knew Reyes would give him the beating of his life and/or storm off, but Enzo understood that he meant well and silently thanked Gus for not phrasing it differently. Reyes grunted and handed him the joint he was holding, brown eyes shot to the horizon allowing the weed to cloud his mind and pretend he was sitting with someone else entirely, clouds of smoke fogged Gus' face and planted yours instead, and just for an instant he felt content.

They passed the joint until they finished it and Enzo kept the remnant butt on his pocket to not leave evidence. Both of them laid facing up the stars in silence, unlike Gus, Reyes appreciated the silence and glared at those who tried to make small talk, Gustavo learned that the hard way so they allowed the silence of the night engulf their stoned selves.

Reyes' muffled sobs didn't startle Gus from his high on the clouds state, he wobbly moved to sit up facing Reyes as the other man covered his wet face with both globed hands, Gus knew why he cried yet did not say a word as he patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly.

He fucking missed you. It was like you died and disappeared from his life and he didn't know what to do with himself. Not without you guiding him through the sorrow. Where was his anchor?

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Days went by, the pain in your chest had lessened yet the remnants still ached nonetheless.

Laying curled on your bed had become costume after hours of crying over someone who clearly didn't love you back. Speaking with Soap and Gaz about your troubles had opened your eyes to the possibility that not all was lost. Thanks to this ugly experience you focused more on yourself, hours of training each day in hopes of ignoring the pain in your heart made your body tougher and fitter, you also noticed a remarkable improvement on your aim and resistance, TL couldn't be prouder.

Eventually, you started to interact more with Gus and Nova. Your friends felt relieved that you were doing better yet did not hold back their disapproval about your departure from the group without saying a word. So, today you decided to open up to them. Nila invited you to join them in the mess hall while almost everybody was out assuring you that Reyes was nowhere near. You sat next to Nova with your back against the wall, Gus to your right, the girl mentioned on your left fidgeting with a white, elastic hair band clearly still worried unlike Gus who drew random patterns on your forearm seemingly happy to finally have you at arms length and encouraging you to relax.

"I'm sorry guys. I love you but after that night I just couldn't handle the pain. I had to leave."

Nova tsked disapprovingly. "(Y/n) precisely because you couldn't handle it you should have relied on us. We are your friends." Gus nodded at this looking back at Nila. "We understand you needed space though, it's only natural after Enzo uh..." the girl shot Gus a glare making him backtrack and rephrase. "W-we are here for anything you need, but for us to help you you need to help us understand what you hide in that pretty head of yours." He softly spoke playfully poking your forehead with one meaty finger making you weakly smile.

"Fine... You should know by now that I... Fell for Reyes." Nova grimaced scrunching her nose and Gus nodded with a knowing smile.

"I know it's against the bloody rules, don't give me that look Nova... But there are some things, or feelings, that one struggles to keep in. Specially with a bond forged in battle." You let out a shaky breath. "It's just that... Our last mission, when he left with Barbara (I think her name was) I felt like all the trust and feelings I held for him shattered compleatly. It left me confused and hurt, I often craved to confront him about this, but honestly? What right do I have to do that? It's not as if we were something closer than friends to begin with... Fuck, i-it's against the rules!"

Gus pouted, Nila snorted "So is stealing shit, so is sneaking weed in the base, so is 'borrowing' evidence, so is going to the rooftops past curfew, so is ignoring direct orders from superiors..." You looked down and Nila lifted your chin to look back at her. "Enzo is a menace. We all know that. He's like the personification of narcissism and wilderness! He is one failed exorcism away from wearing horns and a pointy tail following us around and saying "do it!" every time we think about some fucked up thing. Love, he's made us do things we never thought we'd do. How often do I have to lie to our superiors to cover up his shit, Gus?" The man rolls his eyes and shakes one of his hands as if to say plenty with a huff.

"Falling in love is the less worrisome rule you would have broken being with us, (Y/n)." Nova continued. "And honestly? You said it yourself, there are things you can't stop from happening, and your feelings for Reyes? Those are real, forged in war and partnership. Your words, not mine." She lets a pause fall so you could swallow all this.

Gus spoke up before you could mutter a response "I've known Reyes for a very long time. And um... I'm not saying to forgive and forget, (y/n). Pero, maybe you should listen to what he has to say. Reyes isn't heartless as much as he wants to prove he is. He's very soft under that rocky exterior, for that I must ask you to give my brother the chance to speak, listen to what he has to say. Maybe then you'll find closure."

Your lower lip wobbles. Of course Reyes was soft under that bad boy mask he wore with pride. You knew this well, and for once in the weeks you spent mourning the loss of someone who wasn't yours to begin with, you decided to ponder on the idea that perhaps you didn't confront him about this issue because you were absolutely terrified that he'd confirm your fears of not reciprocating your romantic feelings.

Those butterflies at the pit of your stomach fluttered awake, but only slightly. You couldn't keep your hopes up.

"Alright..."

But you had to give him the chance.

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Reyes turned to Nova and Gus for guidance not so long after, hoping to find a way back into your heart and rebuild the trust that had been shattered during the ill-fated mission to hopefully come up with a plan to corner you and finally have the talk he craved to have. And like God had heard his prayers, Nova told him it wasn't necessary to force you to listen because you already agreed to talk privately. So that same morning, Reyes gathered his shit and went to find you. He gave Nova a nod in appreciation to what she shot him a tight-lipped smile with a silent threat to not fuck this opportunity up. It was hard enough to see you crumble and close yourself from afar, her and Gus wouldn't play mediators again if Reyes was to pull one of his stunts again.

Mopping the floor you peeked a look to your side spotting Reyes casually perching himself on the window's stool right behind you only a few feet away from the wet spot you were mopping.

"Been a while."

"Hello to you too." You sigh.

Nova and Gus left the hall with some other doomed recruits tired from cleaning duty to tend to another area further from you two.

"So..." Reyes urged you.

"So." You said crossing your arms after placing the mop away. The brunette stood there silent and expectant. "Got something to say?" He pushed. Is he serious?

Your brows could have very well reached your hairline, biting your inner cheek you took the mop again and resumed your task with urgency eager to join the others. Reyes growled frustrated at this roughly snatching the mop from your grasp and letting it fall to the floor with a loud clatter that echoed through the hall like a bell at the beginning of a fight. His dirty boots stepped on the wet space you were mopping with a face filled with rage, you two looked deep into each other's eyes seeking to intimidate one another, the tension could be cut with a knife.

"You gonna unlock your fucking office so we can discuss this properly or you wanna make an spectacle out of it for the recruits to talk about for the rest of the week?" Reyes says threateningly.

Your jaw hardened but you complied silently walking down the hall to your office with Reyes following behind in angry stomps, the anxiety and anger made your hands shake as you tried to place the keys in the lock to which he snapped, snatched them out of your hold and unlocked the door nodding you to go in first. How gentlemanly of him.

You walked to the old couch near the now closed door, looking at the dusty floor with your arms crossed. When he saw you weren't going to sit he refused to sit either walking right in front of you still looking pissed as if you were the one at fault for all of this shit. Reyes took a pause to relax his stance, breathed in and begun his "apology".

"You know I lie a lot. But not to you, never to you." His voice was even, for once not showing signs of murderous intent but that didn't ease you a bit.

"I know you are a liar, Reyes. I also know you are stubborn. Stubborn, prideful men take difficulty on admitting their wrongs. Sincerely and out loud, at least."

He smirks nodding his head in agreement, his tongue digging on the inner side of his left cheek then he proceeds to look away with a bitter smile, your little whip stung him.

"Yeah, but I can right 'em." Enzo said in finality then looked back at your melting eyes until they harden again "I'd very much prefer to right my wrongs by actions and not by meaningless words. Actions always speak louder than words anyway, bun-bun."

"Weren't you taking pride on being an honest man when it came to me? Does this mean whatever you say has zero or little meaning?"

His patience decreases drastically but you don't relent.

"I'd prefer you leave my office now than come here and waste my time giving me empty words instead of a proper apology-" His hand shot to your throat shoving you against the wall. Your breath hitched, hands lifting to your sides in surrender with a scowl, he licks his lips. Enzo's chest heaved and his pupils dilated, it wasn't out of rage but... arousal.

"You are a pretty whore with a big mouth."

"I've been patient enough with you. I'd like to spare my good side to less stubborn men whose words do have meaning." That seemed to crack part of his bad boy shell, Reyes quirked a brow, his body growing stiff in a blink, he tries to play it off by balancing his weight on his feet.

"Ah? Planning on replacing me already? Why. Cuz' I never liked good, pretty girls? Cuz' I always loved your wild side?"

"Now that I recall, you didn't think twice about replacing me for a pretty thing. Did she show you her fangs, Reyes?" You chocked out, his fingers digging uncomfortably on the tender skin of your neck taunting you.

Had you blinked you would have missed the little flinch he made when you called out his fuck-up. Enzo takes a moment then, running his tongue through his teeth, his expression stern desperate to hide the storm of guilt on the depths of his wooden eyes. You were still mad, you were hurting because of him. What right did he have to act mad and stubborn when you were obviously still affected by all this?

He never meant it to go this far...

"I don't believe it was my wild side what attracted you to me in the first place." You said softly, eyes glossy because of the burning restraint of oxygen. Enzo's gaze melts, his grip on your throat going slack.

Of course it didn't. Everything about you lured him in. From the very first moment he saw you, the way you handled yourself, your optimistic spirit during fucked up scenarios instantly filling the team with determination and hope, your focus about whatever the hell was put in your hands even when it exceeded your habilites never letting the frustration of defeat cloud your will to win. He liked the whole YOU package, specially the fact that you never belittled him even when he was at his most insufferable, he liked you, he loved you. Didn't you see that? Weren't his actions clear enough? Of course they weren't when he pushed your feelings aside doing something that he knew would burn you in order to seek a reaction out of you. He wanted your attention, he wanted you to snap, to claim him the moment you saw him go with the barracks bunny of the other team. He should have listened to Nova when she told him what he was planning would ruin you.

But instead of seeking him out, you, his darling, accepted his decision and suffered in silence.

Because that was you. His good pretty soldier girl who did everything perfectly and ate up reality quickly in order to adapt, to grow stronger. He didn't want to think you'd move on from him so fast because of this fuck-up. Shit, he didn't want to think of you moving on from him at all.

His palms left your throat in order to hold your cheeks with a tenderness so uncharacteristic of him your eyes widened. This was him, you though, this was your Reyes. He looked at you with so much emotion, with so much vulnerability you could feel your eyes burn with tears.

"You didn't think I'd fool around with her, right love?"

"I dunno, you tell me..."

"She wished. We spent the whole time in there overlooking the fucking yard in silence after I rejected her advances. C'mon, (Y/n). She's not even my type."

"And what is your type...? Who is...?"

He smiled a little with his head slightly tilting to the side, and you mirrored his movements. Because you knew the answer, and he knew that you did, but decided to entertain you because you needed those "meaningless words" though these words he knew weren't meaningless, not to him (for once) and most definitely not to you.

"You, obviously. You dramatic... Insufferable wench."

You laughed breathlessly as if this pathetic confession was the most beautiful poem someone has ever read you out loud. Silence engulfed you two, hesitation was written all over your pretty face, he started getting a little anxious, his palms still holding your cheeks went clammy and his chocolate eyes tried to figure what went through your head.

"Y-you said something about actions speaking louder than words..." Your hands weakly gripped his tense shoulders.

Reyes looked at you unsure. Would you push him away? Your hands took his cheeks before you smashed your pretty lips against his quickly erasing such foolish thought, forever gone in the void of his mind. The kiss was short but it seemed to heal both your hearts instantly.

"I love you, you big idiot." You mumble in between soft kisses planted all around his face, he laughs delighted, (a rare sound coming from him) relieved, not ever pulling away from you and the sweet taste of your mouth.

"I fucking love you," he groaned on your mouth, the kisses getting heated "I love you," one peck, "I love you," two more pecks, "I love..." And you had to hush him the only way your brain could process in that moment, by french kissing him so deeply a growl rumbled from the depths of his chest nearly sounding like a purr it's vibrations hitting your core. Your limbs tangled to the point of you two looking like a pair of octopuses. He sighed content, you moaned, wet kisses spared here and there with wondering hands exploring each other's bodies over your baggy clothes, his hands squeezed every part of your tender body, from your chin to your shoulders, to your breasts, to your ass, your lower tummy and finally your wet heat. Just as his hand took you, yours palmed his fully erect member over his pants. Both of you hissed clearly in need for more.

Reyes was always full of surprises. You loudly gasped when he fell on his knees lowering your sweatpants in a sharp tug, your wet panties were exposed to the cold hair, he kissed the wet trail of your slit shamelessly inhaling your arousal, his flaming eyes found your widened ones in silent question. "Y'better not make me beg. You already made me apologize-"

"You never apologized."

"I'm sorry."

The intensity of his stare and the feeling of his hot breath over your dripping sex was enough to simply let go of the matter. After all... you always forgave him, and Reyes wasn't going to lie to you, he has made that clear already. This apology as strange as it was, wasn't meaningless.

"You are forgiven. Now shut up and eat my fucking pussy."

He smirked not even trying to bite back the devilish chuckle that came after, you shushed him and Enzo rolled his eyes biting the delicate fabric of your panties and making a show of sloooooowly lowering the garment only using his mouth. "You look good on your knees..." you further teased to which Reyes responded by harshly slapping your ass with both hands before he squeezed your cheeks painfully hard earning a whine that made him twitch.

"God I love it when you get all..."

You moved your hips hovering his mouth with your pussy, a soft humming sound deliciously vibrated your aching sex. He glared up at you as if to say "so only YOU get to talk?"

"Actions speak louder than words. Prove it to me." He blinked with half lidded eyes. "Prove that you want me... Claim me." Fuck, you were driving him mad.

His head accommodated properly in between your legs, both of his hands squeezed and played with your ass and thighs shoving your heat closer to his mouth lapping vigorously demanding more and more of your taste, the lack of oxygen seemingly not bothered the hungry operator when his lips and tongue stubbornly wouldn't leave your dripping pussy, swallowing every fluid given and tasting your hardened clit and salty walls. You loved how even in this vulnerable position Reyes made a show of his dominance.

The first few hungry licks had you bucking your knees so he blindly guided you to the couch where you fell to your butt and he saw his opportunity to lift and spread your legs wider, the stubble of his beard made your soft skin itch deliciously, it didn't take long for you to bite on your hand to muffle the upcoming moans Reyes devoured out of you. He wasn't slow and gentle, his tongue licked and flicked on your pearl and your lips eagerly as if he was desperately searching for a treasure buried in the depths of your pussy. Enzo panted, huffed and growled letting out the most animalistic noises you have ever heard from someone eating you out, the roughness in the way he was gripping on your thighs while holding them up for him to push his mouth impossibly closer to your cunt as his tongue buried itself on the sticky walls of your insides made you moan in delight, hoping- no- Praying for him to mark the delicate flesh of your inner thighs with his grip until suddenly one of his hands abandoned your thigh to join his mouth on your pussy digging a finger inside your wetness to spread you while his mouth viciously attacked your poor puffy clit, fingering you in a way that increased your moans and made your cunt erupt in fast wet sounds.

One of your hands abandoned your mouth to grip his hair rocking your hips up to chase that delicious end he was quickly making you approach, Reyes shakes his head aggressively from side to side, his eyes looking at your tits bouncing with every thrust you made on his mouth until you curved your spine like a pornstar possessed, he kept his pace this time taking turns on swallowing the fluids coming out of your entrance and pinching at your clit. You were going to squirt and he knew it. With a grin he moved his head back, his lips broke from your cunt's with a wet pop . You cried in desperation from his change of heart but it went to deaf ears as he stood up unbuckling his pants.

"Don't you cry, baby... Y'don't think I'll let you cum before me right? Not after ignoring me for fucking weeks, making me worry you were moving on with someone else, you petty bitch..." He growled snapping the only button holding his pants up dropping them with a thud.

If he wanted hateful sex that's what you'll give him. Maybe then you'll let out the things you had been keeping to yourself up until now.

Your hand slapped Reyes' when he tried to take the one that went to play with your clit, your feet went to his chest pushing back to stop him mid way infuriating him further. "You fucking bastard. It was YOU who made ME think you fucked some cheap bitch from KorTac and expect some short of loyalty from me." His eyes darken at your words his hands pushing your legs away to reveal his fully erect dick, it's leaking tip twitching so much it looked painful.

"Now look at you, desperate to make a point." You sigh out. "And what point am I so desperate to make, as you say?" Reyes grins stroking himself angry that you are pleasuring yourself without him. "That no pussy will ever feel better than mine." He groaned at this stroking himself faster matching your pace. "That I'll forever ruin any further experience you'll have in the future because whoever you pick won't match what I'll make you feel." You purred but his expression changed completely from aroused to serious.

He harshly spread your legs and pushed them forwards until your knees where at both sides of your head, your cunt glistens with your juices, all puffy and pretty for his own enjoyment. Reyes salivated at the sight, his cock nesting in between your pussy lips. Reyes' face was millimeters apart from yours, the dilated voids of his eyes never cowered away from your flushed face. "Have you lost your god-damned mind, woman?"

Your eyes widen in confusion.

"If you really think once I get to fuck you I'll go seek other pussy to ruin you are mistaken." Enzo leaned to your ear and whispered lustily "I'll make you fucking mine. And I'll make sure you won't leave me either because from now on, (y/n) (l/n), there's no way- no bullet, no higher-up, no fucking devil that will keep me away from you."

You were about to say something but the words died in your mouth when a lust-filled scream scaped you the moment he harshly slid his cock inside you with force instantly reaching your cervix. You felt a burning ache in your insides, Enzo choked out a growl that sounded almost like a plead, his balls were fully pressed against your ass, the delicious squeeze from your gummy walls and your nails scratching his arms forced Reyes to make a pause because as embarrassing as it was, and he'd never admit out loud, he felt like he could cum right there at that moment, this whole situation altered his brain chemistry in worrisome levels, he felt like a teenager again seeking to explore the wonders of sex for the very first time. And don't get him wrong, it wasn't only the orgasmic feeling of your insides finally oh, FINALLY, choking his cock like vice and your nails doing wonders at breaking his skin. No. It was the fact that he had YOU looking up at him with a type of desire and love he thought only existed on his imagination all those nights he stroked himself imagining this moment seemingly unreachable.

You were right. You have permanently ruined sex with any woman for him, and he's so fucking happy he must show you how greatful he is.

The couch lowers to your sides when he gets one foot at a time in a way that has his cock somehow getting even deeper inside you, this new breeding position makes you shiver before you croak his name as Reyes begins jack-hammering his hips against your cunt, the relentless stimulation of your g-spot and the bite on your shoulder he harshly plants makes you cry in pleasure, he growls, a hand struggle to cover your mouth while holding one of your legs up with his forearm.

"Your voice is music to my ears, bunny... But you don't want none of them fuckers to catch me fucking you dumb, hm?" You whine and he hums mockingly, his pace never relenting "Now that I think about it I know you would. You'd like Team Leader or any of those cunts see this pretty pussy break around my cock... Right bun-bun? Y'want em' to see me filling your womb with my hot cum?" Reyes leans his hand back letting you take a deep breath, your face contorting in pleasure. "Y-yes daddy..."

"FUUUUCK... You sound way better than I thought-" he has to change his desperate pace or else he'll be done, so he slows but his thrusts become harsh bruising your insides, the pleasure so mind-blowing it has you drooling before he buries his tongue on your mouth growling as he swallows the sounds directly from your mouth. His balls pulsate, waves of fluids mix together as Reyes halts his painful thrusts to roll his hips lazily basking in the feeling of his fat cock stretching every inch of your dripping sex. Your head falls back to the cushions and Reyes licks a long stripe on your neck

"You feel like-... G-glory..." You moan. "Oh? Do i? My lil cockslut likes daddy's cock so much she's already mind-fucked?" Reyes teases until a hard slap across his face shocks him pausing on his movements, your hand takes his face shoving it closer pressing his forehead and nose against yours "Gotta try a little harder to melt my brain, fucker."

The smile that spreads across his face could be very well described with the word mad or simply diabolical. He liked this sudden change in you, how you showed teeth again eager to stand your ground even if you were quite literally beneath him spread so wide you'd struggle to walk at least for the rest of the day. His hips snap back to yours resuming the previous desperate pace, clapping noises mix with both your grunts, growls and screams echoing through the closed office you were sure people could hear outside. But frankly your focus was only fixed on the way Reyes looked down at you with this face filled with concentration, raw pleasure and desperation as his balls slapped the underside of your ass, his pink tip pressing quick repetitive kisses to your cervix.

The way his sweaty locks swayed at the brutal pace of his thrusts was hypnotic but not as hypnotic than the way his eyes switched from every detail in your face, so awestruck, so in love... Your walls squeezed him painfully hard and he yelled his orgasm almost louder than yours.

"I love you... I fucking- I- AGH-! FUCK!!! YES, YES- T-THERE! GOD!!!"

You both pant loudly feeling your ears ring at the force of your orgasm. Your nails dig into his nape as you felt your insides swell with Reyes' liquid love, his cum came in waves coating your walls white, the amount of it was so much it splurged out of your hole while he was still inside, it slithered down your ass to the couch wetting the spot, leaving physical proof that you two made peace in the quiet confines of your dirty office that now smelled of sex and Reyes' lavender deodorant.

"F-fuck Enz... You ruined my couch..."

The Canadian laughed out of breath, his eyes crinkling. "I'm balls deep inside of ya, freshly milked dry and this is the first thing you say?"

You nod slowly with a soft hum sounding like a purr so adorable it melts him on the spot. "You are so fucking beautiful..." Your hands brace Reyes' nape feeling the sweaty texture of his locks. It urges him to lean downwards, kissing your puffy lips slowly with passion. His knees adjust to your sides making his softening cock scape the wet heat of your cavern. You two hiss feeling your mixed juices splutter out of your cunt.

You smooch his lips again teasingly then plant another smooch to his cheeks, he hums enamoured before you feel his strong arms brace your body handling you to lay on your side as he does the same spooning your sweaty body.

"This... Isn't a one time thing." Reyes speaks in the valley of your neck, his voice and beard feeling ticklish on your ear. You smile at this turning your body to lay on your other side so you were now facing him. You admired how red his pale cheeks looked, the rhythmic movement of his chest as he catched his breath, his lips slightly turning upwards when he spots your little smile.

"Do you love me, Enzo Reyes?"

"How many more times do I have t' say it, woman? I proved it already didn't I?" The hand he had on your waist lowered to your puffy abused cunt making your breath hitch and your smile to widen.

"Kiss me then... But not like before..." You whispered and he looked a little puzzled. "Kiss me with feeling, Rey... Imagine this was the last time you got to kiss me, imagine this was the final chance you had to prove your love."

Enzo would have rolled his eyes at the dramatism of this request, but he decided to indulge you, after all, you had put up with so much of his bullshit you deserved a fucking reward. And if your reward had to be the most romantic kiss he could give you, he wasn't stupid enough to prive it from you. His light, his bunny, his love.

Reyes leans cupping your cheek, eyes half lid, mouth parting slowly until he met yours. The sweet soft texture of your lips against his made his body shag with an exhale and when you parted your lips to invite his tongue into your heat he hummed in delight, wet muscle intertwined with yours in an erotic dance, slowly, messily, he gulped down your saliva and shared his with you. You moved to climb his toned chest, he helped with his hands on your waist and thigh (only this once he'll let you on top), your mouths collided again, tongues exploring as much of each other's mouth as possible to the point of the only uncharted territory being the deepest part near your throat, too deep, too much. That didn't stop Reyes as he cupped the sides of your head digging his tongue deeper as much as he could, he felt you huff unable to meowl, your hips grinded down his reawakening shaft.

Oh he was in for a second round...

[lilchickie]

Oh wtffff

I was expecting anything but not Bard

[lilchickie]

This man has a firm grip on my heart... And my coochie...

[lilchickie]

Ghost x witty! Reader

All for a pair of tits.

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"Glare at my dress all you want, lieutenant. You won't scare it away."

You said putting your long earrings sneaking a look at Ghost's reflection.

He was sitting on the bed behind you looking at the long red dress you had just put on for the undercover mission. He wouldn't say it but you knew it pissed him to the core that you had to go as Kyle's date and not his, but honestly that was his fault. When Price explained the mission and the tasks you were all assigned to accomplish, Ghost threw an unexpected tantrum about how Gaz wasn't fit to go undercover, because as he explained: "Lad's better at killin' than acting." You were sure he was projecting a little. So the captain asked him if he'd rather go with you instead obviously without the mask, Ghost quickly denied. Then he was assigned watch duty while drowning in jealousy, and you bathed in the satisfaction of letting your lieutenant watch your body like a hawk as you prettied yourself up for another man while waiting in the hotel you were all supposed to meet before heading to the party.

Simon looks up at you from his seated position, his rough hands fisting the sheets. He was wearing his stupid Halloween mask so it was hard to know the expression he was hiding.

"I'm just lookin'. That a problem?"

"If you want it off of me you'll have to find another tactic. Or do you rather have Garrick do the unwrapping?" You grinned turning around to face him properly, your lipgloss shining under the dim light of the lamp near the vanity made his chocolate eyes melt at the sight. Ghost licked his lips under his mask, a mere reflection of what he had in mind to do to you if it wasn't for-

"That's unprofessional, and i'm your lieutenant. I told ya too many fucking times. But, hey, dream all y' like..."

"I am sooo thankful that you remind me, dear lieutenant..." You said sarcastically with a dramatic gesture lifting your hand to your head as if you were about to faint and he had saved you with his idiotic words. "But could you please repeat that without a..."

Your finger points to his lower side, he squints confused before looking at where you were pointing, his cargo pants held a gigantic tent he was quick to cover with a pillow before he leans forwards petrified in embarrassment. You laughed amused and impressed at the sight, but for Ghost you were just mocking him cruelly. You were just a horny vixen who took great pleasure on toying around with his carnal desires, often seducing him on purpose just to get a reaction such as this one. He was red in embarrassment and anger, and it only increased when your pretty laugh slowly died and you, for once, decided to stay in silence.

Ghost stood up abruptly. "I see yer ready. I'll warn Price to hurry the fuck up..." But the following words died on his mouth.

You were standing with a soft smile, the beautiful red dress you were wearing hanged limply by your hips as your arms hid your breasts.

"I forgot I didn't zip it and it just..." You shrugged playing clueless "it fell."

Ghost was petrified in place, his wide eyes ate up every detail he could get of your naked chest even though your pretty breasts were hidden. His hard-on worsened.

"Y'need a hand...?" He mustered.

"Among other things..."

Your lieutenant dropped the pillow to floor missing the bed, he walked up to you in slow, measured steps giving you time to stop this game you just started like you always did, but to his surprise. You did not. You looked up at him, pupils dilated giving him full permission to turn you around with his big rough hands, he moved your hair to your front with his index finger. The moment you were facing the mirror, Ghost was about to lift the sleeves of your dress until your arms unraveled from your chest, his eyes, trained to pick any movement, caught the moment your tits bounced in place by the mirror. His breathing was heavy, slightly uneven and so was yours.

His hands dropped the piece of clothing in other to caress the skin of your back until he reached your ribcage right under your breasts. Again, he waited for you to move away, to stop this game YOU started, but instead you purred tilting your head to the side feeling his burning mask lean against the delicate skin of your neck, he inhaled your perfume, thumbs poking the underside of your tits until your small hands went to lift his to properly hold them, Ghost was quick to firmly massage the surface, your pebbled nipples held such a beautiful shade of color that contrasted with his black skeleton gloves, he wanted to suck them, he wanted to do things he wasn't supposed to.

In that moment Simon realized that the times he spent explaining you how inappropriate it was to flirt with colleagues in this line of work (specially superiors), he truly wasn't trying to warn you, he was trying to convince himself this wouldn't happen because it wasn't well seen. But... But who the fuck cares, really?

"Simon..." You sighed his name and his cock twitched on his pants. "Take these off... It's bad manners to touch a lady this way wearing gloves..."

"You a lady?" He humored.

"Have you seen a gentleman with these tits?"

His chest rumbled with a chuckle, hips making a slow involuntary thrust against your clothed ass seeking friction, you obliged offering your bum for him to thrust on, he hissed in pleasure.

"You'd be surprised..."

You gasped and chuckled "Simon Riley!..."

He quickly turned you around then, big hands roughly grabbed your ass pressing your naked chest against his with a dark but mischievous glint on his eyes reflecting yours. "Wanna compare sizes?"

"Are you for real right now, lieutenant?"

You asked with all the humour in you. But Ghost did not waver taking his shirt off with one swift tug upwards revealing his muscular torso to you, a litter of scars made it the more eye-catching. You stood there looking up at him in awe before your hand pushed him to the bed, he allowed you this, huffing when he dropped to the soft surface, the cold sheets made his skin erupt in goosebumps. His hard, clothed cock created a tent that pressed against his abs when he incorporated a little seating with his arms behind him supporting himself.

"I can't believe I've never seen your face and the first thing you wanna show me is the size of your tits."

"Pectorals." He corrected.

"Those are BOOBS, call them however you like but oh my god..."

You weren't one to complain, positioning yourself in between his legs to climb to the mountain of muscles that composed his body. He smiled under his mask looking at you fondly and helping you wrap your legs against his waist sitting yourself right on his leaking boner. He was enjoying this. You could see it, feel it poking at your panties...

You kiss his masked jaw, one arm around his shoulder and the other hand massages his chest, feeling his gigantic pectorals and the very small pink nipples that adorned both tips. Ghost threw his head back with a sigh angling his head so that you'd keep your soft ministrations with your lips. Kiss, lick, bite, repeat. The way your fingers worked magic on his chest and how your mouth mauled at his skin made your lieutenant grow desperate for more, he still couldn't believe this was happening. His heaving chest shivered in delight, his mouth was half open letting out soft sounds you never thought you'd hear from your lieutenant until he snapped, he flips you under him, the fire within your bodies roaring in waves of desire, a desire denied no longer.

Ghost hovered over you, eyes black with how dilated his pupils were, his hips thrust against yours, dry humping your cunt like a dog in heat. Your lips part with a moan, delicate hands lift to his face waiting for his permission, he gives you a short nod to lift his mask when an abrupt knock on the door startles you.

Ghost sighs, one of his hands take your wrist as the other supports his weight as not to crush you.

"I'M NOT 'ERE!" You yell annoyed.

"Come on (Y/n)!" Gaz's voice sounds from outside "Price is gettin' pissed... And we can't find Ghost or Soap! The event is about to start, I'm already suited up-"

"Alright alright, Garrick-...Just gimme a moment..."

You crawl from under Ghost, stand up, ready your dress leaving the back unzipped and trot to the small hall, Ghost was watching you as you did this until he saw you were about to open the fucking door. It was comical the way your lieutenant jumped from the bed hurrying to put his shirt on and adjust his boner from under his pants so he wouldn't poke Gaz's eye out when the poor Brit was greeted by the sight of your prettied self standing all proud and smiley and your lieutenant nervously fidgeting on the spot in front the bed.

Gaz stares in silence.

"Zip my dress Gaz! What the hell are you doing gawking like a school boy? There's a party we gotta attend to."

He shakes his head incredulous, gets behind you ignoring the heated stare Ghost was shooting him from the other side of the room and swiftly zips your dress.

"See? Now I'm ready and I had found Ghost, I solved you two problems."

"Three-..." An all too familiar voice came behind you. The bathroom door opens, Soap was staring just as incredulous with a look that resembled the one hundred yards stare.

Ghost barks "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE!?"

Soap replies unfeeling, with no emotion, like a robot or a traumatized husk of a man "This was my room..."

You flinch leaving the place practically throwing yourself out the door with a "JESUS CHRIST -!"

Gaz flinches then at the same time following behind with a squint. "FUCKING-....Close the god-damned door Johnny!" Ghost snarled this time.

"I have a sensitive stomach olrigh'!? And y'all were doing nasty things and I didn't know what to do and a' was locked with ma' shit for half an hour... I FLUSHED OKAY!?" Soap had the gal to play offended. "If it wasn't for Gaz I would have died gassed." He jested, and the tall brit had enough, smacking the wall and stomping out frustrated as hell.

Just when he was reaching the jackpot, the jungle he has for a team had to ruin everything.

At least he saw your tits... That will compensate for having to see you dance around with Gaz pretending you two are married.

[lilchickie]

Ghost x witty! Reader x Price

Jealous much?

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You spent too much time with Price.

Of course it was on purpose, if anyone asked you'd agree, after all, you are no liar. But who could blame you? It was so much fun to piss Ghost off this way.

Since the day you first paired up together in your first solo mission you were like finger and nail, deadly separate but even deadlier together. Your partnership bloomed into a friendship so rare even the captain couldn't believe it at first... The big bad Ghost willingly attached to a sassy clown like you? Wasn't Johnny the closest thing to a friend Ghost had? Obviously no, because the way he'd joke, train, protect and tell you everything that reached his ears spoke volumes of his deep attachment to you.

You knew this, of course. And although you felt just as close to him that didn't stop you from forming other friendships of your own and Simon was indifferent of this until he wasn't.

He'd wait wait for you on your room's door, respectful of your space and privacy but you never open, so him being worried decided to let himself in only to see you were already gone, to later be informed by Soap that you are having breakfast with John Price.

That happend THREE times in a week.

Ghost would wait for you on the stairs closest to the gym eager to spar with you and enjoy the funny remarks you did about anyone who crossed you or just pretty much hear whatever the hell you wanted to say without him having to saying much in return. Because that's your routine, so where the fuck are you? He sees you carrying a stack of papers laughing with the captain only giving Ghost an apologetic face before returning to your riddles. That happend TWICE.

See, Ghost is a patient man specially with you being a walking headache, but this? You knew he wouldn't hold it any longer. And you were eager to see how he'd explode.

His last straw was during a mission where you had to rescue a number of hostages. You two behaved with the same professionalism as always with a non so professional comment here and there, all normal, until you met with the captain and Ghost felt you instantly untangle yourself from his presence. Like Price's dry comments and even dryer humour was more interesting than Ghost's.

You were well aware the lieutenant wouldn't say a word about his obvious discomfort because what reason would he have? You were just attentive to your captain instead of your lieutenant, woops. Also considering the way Ghost is, he would never admit he has a crush on you unless he's provoked too far. So you'll use Price to give him a little push on the right direction.

Out of pure entertainment obviously, not because you loved that bastard too much to confess yourself. Yeah...

Simon didn't have a good enough reason to be pissed so that any person would understand without thinking he's jealous until you gave him one: At your captain's command, you two launched an ambush to the enemies corralling them dangerously close to the hostages, once they were eliminated, you three made a quick work of gathering the hostages out of the boat they were previously captured to wait for the rescuing helos to land while keeping them as far as possible from the bomb the enemies had planted. The moment you rushed inside the boat, Price had to tackle Ghost to the ground so he wouldn't run after you, it didn't take long when you trotted back to them with a few files in hand and a couple of minutes later, the boat exploded. Price smiled proudly, praising you with enthusiasm. "I knew you could do it, hon. Well-fucking-done! This calls for a celebratory drink, don't ya think?"

Ghost didn't speak to you for the whole flight to the base, his eyes were glaring daggers at your form while you discussed the content of the files with Price, seemingly careless about Ghost's state. Of course you were worried about him when Price said the tall brit tried to go after you, you asked if he was alright but the brief "m'fine." he gave you seemed to be enough answer for you to turn around and chat with the captain.

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During morning drills, Ghost sat on a chunk of grass near the fences. His imposing presence did wonders making the soldiers around focus on their training, chores and other tasks, Price deeply thanked him for it because apparently he was busy with other matters of his own, surely with you. He sniffed trying to focus on finishing painting the mask he was holding and totally not thinking about you and Price alone somewhere far from him.

How dare the captain confide in you to gather important Intel he could had easily ordered Ghost to pick quicker than your short legs could carry you?

How dare Price spend more time with a stupidly annoying Sargeant instead of his loyal lieutenant?

How dare you enjoy Prices' presence more than Simon's? Was it because he was more handsome? Because he spoke much more than him? He surely didn't tease you the same way Simon did... Right?

He saw a flash of light from the corner of his eye, raising his gaze up without moving his head an inch he saw your dog tags dangling on your chest reflecting the light of the torching sun almost blinding his him.

The moment you spot your lieutenant you giggled and it irked something ugly in him. Were you mocking him?

You shot Ghost a challenging look he was soon returning with a tilt of his head as to say "oh really? I'll show you." He dropped the mask he was holding to the grass, abruptly standing so fast some passerby yelped in horror, Simon rapidly approaches you from the other side of the training field aggressively bumping into other operators who didn't see him but turned white at the sight of the angry lieutenant glaring ahead, a few rookies looked at the scene about to unfold in fright, some ran to find the captain thinking this would end up bloody.

-"What's got your face like a teapot funeral, lieutenant?"

-"Who do you think you are hiding crucial information of the mission from your superior!?"

-"We were reading the files on the ride here. You chose not to read them, Sim-"

-"Don't fucking call me that! I'm your lieutenant! Got it!? If someone farts I hear it first, if Price has something on his mind I'll be the first he informs, if Intel must be gathered I'd have to know."

You listened with humour all over the face, he was getting so frustrated he looked like an angry two-meter tall pitbull. "My my, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous."

-"I will rip you apart. Hang your corpse on a pole for everyone to see..."

-"That a promise? I'd make a beautiful flag~"

Ghost was on your face huffing like an angry bull, his shoulders heaving with the force of his huffs. He was frustrated as hell with your enchanting wit that did nothing but enamour him further and the fact that he could literally intimidate anyone but you. It was driving him crazy.

You sighed "Are you really THAT mad, dear? I mean come on. You know you are the Captain's favorite but I deserve some of his time too."

He opened his mouth, his skull mask looming over you so close he did you the favor of shielding your face from the sun until "HEY!"

Price stepped between you, but you rose your hand to stop him with a serene look. "No need to baby us, cap. We were just having a peep talk."

Ghost took your arm dragging you away to a quieter place after you calmed your captain but John wasn't so convinced sprinting to you and stopping Simon by gripping your other arm. In that moment they looked like two kids fighting for a toy. You couldn't help but laugh out loud your head falling back not breaking the increasing tension among them.

-"Lieutenant Riley, you are out of line-"

-"I'm out of line? YOU are out of line! Fraternizing with this sargeant, giving her additional support and exposing sensitive information to her like she's ranks above her current one!"

-"Watch your accusations, you won't like the repercussions, besides you are no saint either threatening the life of this Sargeant in front of the others. This is unacceptable behavior from a lieutenant!"

-"OH wanna talk about unacceptable behaviour!? I've kept quiet for far too long. You wanna fuck this woman so bad you risk your position as our captain, it's pathetic... I never expected something like this from you Johnathan."

Your half lidded eyes shot to Price waiting for an answer, the wide smile you held slightly turned downwards at your captains silence. He looked stoic but there was a slight hint of nervousness that manifested in the way he pursed his lips and glared at his lieutenant.

"For real?" You asked. Ghost tsked, Price's hand never wavered from his position gripping your left arm, Ghost didn't either.

"Wanna know something funnier?" You asked, and finally they both broke the eye contact to look at you. "You two wanna fuck me so bad it's getting too obvious. So I suggest something: Do whatever you planned for today, come to my room at night TOGETHER and make up by doing whatever you planned to do to me."

Ghost's eyes widened and Price looked down trying to come up with a replay clearly as stunned as Simon.

"Think of it as a... Hmmm... A bonding exercise! Also a way to make peace. We will all benefit from it, and afterwards we won't have to talk about it if you don't want to." The way you spoke, so sure of yourself made the two men rethink whatever the hell they wanted to spit.

Ghost finally spoke lowly "And if we want to talk about it...?"

Your smile widen, your hands softly took the arms that gripped them making them both shiver as if they had been electrocuted for a moment.

"Then I'm sure we can come up with a deal." You looked back at Price who still had his blue eyes firmly planted on the ground. "Captain?"

"I have a meeting with Laswell at nine o'clock." Price finally rose his gaze to your face, his cheeks were dusted pink in embarrassment accentuating the beautiful constellation of freckles on his face "I'll cancel and skip dinner."

Ghost nods at his captain's decision, you look at the masked brit waiting for his own response "I had to be with Johnny and Kyle somewhere t'night. They'll be well off without me."

"Fantastic! My room at nine, then." You chirped until Price stopped you.

"No-" He abruptly interrupted. Ghost and you looked at him in surprise, nervousness lazed on Price's voice after he shook his head and recomposed himself "My office. We'll go there, that way people will think we'll be addressing the matter of Ghost's public outburst."

Ghost growled out "Public outburst?" But you nodded enthusiastic "Perfect plan! Also it wouldn't be far from the truth at all, am I right fellas?"

By that point the two men had let go of your arms but kept a closer distance to you, their previous angry expressions had softened seeking your eyes with desire, the voids of their pupils were so dilated you could see your smirk reflected on them.

"This will be quite the experience."

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Who should I write next ;) ? Requests open!

[lilchickie]

I wanted to inform y'all that I'm writing a fic I'll be posting here and in wattapad

It's called Fangs

A Gus x Reader fic where I went wild with a love triangle idea (Ghost x reader x Gus) full of gore, angst, nsf# but keeping the humour warm with a witty (y/n) because I love her.

I also noticed that most of you liked my witty reader x Ghost short so I'll be posting more of them and witty reader x other cod characters with any prompts you request

Love you, Chickies! 🐥❤️

[lilchickie]

Random Gusito screenshots I took

Can we talk about how Soap handled him like a bag of potatoes? Lmao the way he's folded

I wish HE would carry me the way jabón carried him

That's his pleasure face

You see that bag back there? That's me

Papa oso be running away like nyuuuummmmmm 🐻💨

Pov you are the last Pringle

I HAD TAKEN A SCREENSHOT OF REYES IN HE SAME POSTURE AND HAD TO PUT IT RIGHT NEXT TO GUSITO'S AND-... My heart... I love em. Hermanos para siempre 😭🐻🫎

He's so majestic 😭🇨🇷

Anyway. That's about it.

[lilchickie]

Distant memory . aot au

[Armoured Titan! Ghost x Female Titan! Reader]

🐥Wanted to write sum Ghostie because apparently he's the only cod character that attracts people to my page :')

Angst to comfort to angst/ aot lore/ Ghost being Ghost/ cute Gaz just wants peace/ traumatized Reader/ ghost's family is still alive/ titans

- Your marleyan captain Makarov ordered your childhood crush to infiltrate the enemy territory in Paradis island. It is your duty as the female titan bearer to aid the armoured and the colossal since they took too long to update on their spying mission. After so long apart, you and Ghost are confronted with feelings from the past.

Sometimes, when your body took the appearance of a fourteen feet tall beast of a woman, you liked to imagine you were flying.

The clouds seemed so close you could reach them, the birds in the sky spooked at the size of a big pair of eyes close to their path of flight, the sun was hotter but not as much as your torching body, the ground was so low you didn't want to even look at it. Not because you had acrophobia, but because of all the war and chaos bellow.

You were no killing machine. You were just a girl trapped in a war too big for you to participate until they forced you to become a monster bound to do monstrous things. A monster that quickly made you fit to their senseless war to obey and follow the cruel orders of your captain Makarov. Though you were not the only sheep forced to become a wolf, there were other cursed people that understood just how terrifying it was to be forced to become a Titan bearer.

As the plan of exterminating the eldians from Paradis Island took a drastic delay of three years, Captain Makarov himself ordered you to infiltrate as aid for the two previously sent spies also carriers of the colossal and the armored Titan. He thought the Female Titan could shift the attention back to the real course, the real reason you three were sent to that hell-hole.

The sky looked so pretty but your admiration was bound to be interrupted when soldiers from the Survey Corps fly directly above your head. Those soldiers you had joined months ago, those you currently call comrades, siblings in arms...

How sad.

Your head shot downwards taking some of them with you since their ODM gear (Omni-directional mobility gear) was stuck to your scalp. The way your head violently dragged them made the poor souls smash directly into the green weeds and rocks from the ground of the forest you were fastly diving to. You weren't dumb, you knew this change of scenario would be heavily beneficial for them. You wanted to give that advantage.

After half an hour with more killing, running and dodging your titan was tied to multiple trees by metallic wires that cut deeply into the muscles of your human-shaped war tank. You didn't struggle, you knew with your crystalization powers you could easily chop your way out of the trap you got yourself into. But that would be too easy, you had to give them time, you had to make sure the other two spies would spot you, shit themselves and finally try and meet up with you for news about the mission and an update from Marley and their families.

The veil of night engulfs the forest, torches were lit everywhere in order to keep your titan well observed. Many of the soldiers here, even Captain Price, had tried to lure you out of your titan but you never relented although It was hard to maintain focus for so many hours being under there, many times you had felt tempted to indulge them and get out of that suffocating coffin of bones and flesh, you prayed to the gods the spies would interfiere soon to get you out of there. Lucky you didn't have to wait a whole new hour for shifts to turn, apparently Simon Riley and Kyle Garrick had spotted a pack of titans rushing to your position to which caused havoc in the make-shift camp they made.

The titans made a nice job of killing most of them until they got to your titan, chewing it's flesh with vigor, their soulless eyes never leaving the meat of your titan's body. Thanks to this you managed to get out of it's nape with agility dodging every mouth that shot your way. Your ODM gear was surprisingly intact considering it had been inside your titan's body for almost a whole entire day, you felt your brain foggy and your muscles protesting when you balanced yourself into the giant branches of a nearby tree, rushing to regroup with the captain who heavily chastised you for being so late. You were relieved he didn't notice you coming out of the titan all of them had bravely captured and was now being feasted upon.

"What the hell took ya so long!? We thought you had been eaten-"

"She was with us." Ghost.

You hadn't seen Simon Riley in six years since he was sent as a teenager to the eldians' den. You remember crying yourself to sleep because the cute butcher's boy was taken from you before you could confess your feelings. But he is a man now and you are a woman bounded to your respective duties. He has changed so much you couldn't immediately recognize him until you spotted the tattoos on his arm, the tattoos you had designed for him all those years back. The mask Ghost ported was new, but it somehow suited him, it was funny how the armored Titan's porter also shielded his face with some kind of armor. Perhaps he didn't know who he was anymore so he opted to hide what was underneath to create a new identity as Lieutenant Ghost from the 141 squad of the Survey Corps. How easily had he moved on from you, from Marley.

"She was scouting with us, sir. We picked 'er before we left, t'was a last-minute decision. I take full responsibility..." Said Sargeant Gaz with an embarrassed expression.

"Fine, whatever. We ain't got no time for apologies with all the losses we just suffered. Let's regroup with the others and get the fuck out of this nightmare of a forest." The captain snarled defeated.

"Sir, what about the female Titan?" Soap asked alarmed.

"There's nothing we can do. We are a group of seven against a whole horde, we are wounded and she's getting eaten there's nothin' we can do."

"But-"

"Obey my command or you can throw yourself to the titans alone!"

The whole squad instantly straightened their aching backs at the intimidating tone of their captain to soon begin launching themselves through the trees to the awaiting horses at the limits of the forest. Once you got into your horse with a cold look you glanced at Gaz and Ghost, they instantly stared back at you in hidden fear and anticipation.

Months ago they had heard a new flock of soldiers had joined the corps but they didn't expect you. Actually... With every year that passed they feared you'd come, but after six years their fears were almost extinguished with the silly expectancy that Makarov had given up on the extermination. But seeing you here with that cold look in your eyes, the way your skin look paler and how big your muscles had gotten, how much you had changed since the last time they had seen you... It meant they had forced you all these years to train to come and correct their failure, like they were actually expecting it. Ghost felt a wave of hatred clouding his already turbulent mind, his horse picked speed leaving you behind with Gaz until the boy sighed, gave you a knowing nod and followed after his lieutenant.

They knew they couldn't run away from you and their responsibilities, their loyalty was being doubted by the very same captain who trained them to become man-eating monsters in exchange for a better life for their families. Ghost wasn't offended by this, he understood compleatly, but the fact that Makarov sent you... It seemed like the captain knew exactly what you meant to him and the hurricane of feelings that would struck him by sending you to enemy territory. You brought old feelings that tormented Simon when he first got to this retched island until he matured and foolishly thought he grew past them.

"Fucking hell..."

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You had reached the fortress they used to operate, resupply, plan their expeditions and run experiments to investigate the titans. You got an earful from Price who decided to pick up where you left off before he sent you to the showers and finally go to the barracks where Garrick awaited at the door with a grim look. Seeing him like this, with tiredness shagging his body but all grown and healthy made a you feel slightly off put at the seemingly great conditions the eldian people had graced the boys for exchange of their effort to "save humanity"

"Ky..."

He looked to his left and right making sure no one was in the hall before he ran to you wrapping his arms around your body in a tight hug. "Y-you... Fuck..." He couldn't speak, nostalgia hit you two like a boulder and tears were shed in each other's arms "My goodness you had grown... You used to be a little mouse back then" you said pinching his cheek. "Must be the titan in me." Gaz joked referring to the colossal titan's power running through his blood.

"You had made quite an entrance! I'm sorry we couldn't aid you faster, Simon uh... Well... He had a meltdown." His eyes tried to express the words he couldn't bring himself to say yet you played dumb because you did want him to say it.

"He's changed (y/n). The years we spent here since we were brats... They have practically finished raising us."

Your face changed from sympathy to cold defensiveness. Gaz was quick to rectify.

"It's not- I mean, we are loyal to our homeland, but seeing you was like getting a glimpse of the lives we left behind to integrate here. You know how emotional Simon is under that hardened exterior."

"He was given the armored titan for a reason. We need to talk. Where is he?" You sighed taking a step back and pinching the bridge of your nose.

Gaz grimaced signaling you to speak lower hoping no one has heard a word you just muttered. "His office...Come."

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Walking down the corridor to the lieutenant's office gave you more fright than enduring Price's lectures whenever you did something to piss him off. You hated Simon for leaving you behind, but you knew it was your duty as titan shifters to accomplish what Makarov has put in your hands, and yet... You missed that bad temper and sassy frown he always carried, you missed stargazing while eating stolen watermelons from the market of your street, you missed when you two would pair up for every tiring exercise each morning to make your captain proud, you missed your Simon, and you were afraid "Ghost" the eldian version of Simon had replaced the boy you grew up with. Kyle was still your loving, trusting Kyle. But Ghost?

Gaz knew the mission your lives were doomed to accomplish made you and Ghost sacrifice more than living a normal life, it also made you put aside the feelings you held for one another. Kyle had spent multiple nights being Simon's rock, encouraging him to very slowly open the troubles of his heart to him, in the den of wolves they were instructed to dive in, only them both were fully aware of the true sacrifices they had to endure when they were only children for their families to not live in misery, poverty and hunger, while they told the eldian soldiers lies about their origins. Kyle will never tell you about the nights Simon spent crying feeling convinced that he'd never see you again. As time passed by, Gaz picked the red flags of an incoming identity crisis that only seemed to soothe whenever Simon was reminded of you, of your sole existence, not his family, not his friends but only you and the feelings he strongly felt for you managed to separate Lieutenant Ghost from Simon Riley, the tattoo on his arm you had doodled for him out of boredom and that he surprised you one day having tattooed it, was the only physical proof that you existed, that his whole childhood wasn't a dream. That he only came here to return the founder to Makarov, not live a life as a new Simon who has no (y/n) to love, defend and train with.

With all this said, Gaz was understandably worried about this reunion. Not just because of the news you had from Marley but also for the new update they recently got to inform you.

Ghost was already waiting for you two sitting on his wooden chair that by the looks of the damaged floor, he had dragged with total carelessness from behind his stacked table to the left side of the office right across a sitting area with a small coffee table that held three cups of tea.

When you stepped inside he froze, his body went rigid on his spot, the hairs of his arms rose in goosebumps. You were equally as struck but you swallowed it down for the sake of formalities, as you muttered your quick greetings you sat across from him along with Gaz. Ghost nods your way, places his mask down the table and you try not to cry at the view of your long-lost love sitting there with tired eyes, his littler of scars you remember tracing with your fingers and a sadness radiating from him that made your pulse shake.

"Gentlemen, is it safe to speak?"

"Made sure t'pick the office farthest from the barracks, laboratory and Prize's quarters. The only potential trouble would be the stables nearby, but at this hour it's empty." Ghost said in a matter of fact tone.

"Everyone's in the barracks and the captain is currently on his room writing Laswell of today's mission." Gaz concluded.

You sigh, take a long sip of your cup of tea and carefully place it down fighting a smile. Ghost still remembers how you like it. The men look at each other until Gaz decides to begin:

"We have the attack titan secluded."

"That means Valeria is dead....YOU LET THIS HAPPEN! YOU FUCKING TRAITORS!"

Gaz and Ghost abruptly stand up alerted by the change of mood. This wasn't like you. Kyle calmed you down begging for you to lower your tone, you ignored him smashing the table looking at the distance begging for clarification.

Ghost sat down again and decided to speak. "We are still loyal to our homeland than you think, (y/n)." Gaz nods "Valeria is not dead. She's trapped, contained... They don't even fully understand how the power of the founder works. They plan to study her."

"Why the fuck did you let that happen?"

"We couldn't simply interfiere, it would have blown our cover!" Gaz wails.

"Your cover has lasted six years. Why do you think Makarov sent me?"

"Hopefully not to finish us for the delay." Ghost grunts.

"Us? As in... Task force 141!?" You spat and he flinched lowering the tea from his lips.

"As you know, this mission should have taken less than three years and you doubled it, he is understandably anxious and pissed. Boys, we are still after the founder. Do not lose track on the mission ahead and remember who the real enemy is."

There was a pause then, your bodies feeling exhausted because of all the acrobatics from the last failed mission in the forest and the tension of the thousand feelings this whole conversation was evoking from each of you. As you took another sip of tea, Simon noted how the softness of youth had disappeared from you, stripped away by your hateful marleyan captain Makarov, and all because him and Gaz couldn't accomplish the mission faster as they were getting a soft spot for the eldians, for captain Price, for Johnny... He has failed you and the wrath of your captain fell on you transforming your beautiful body into a galaxy of pain and sorrows, your eyes a pair of dead stars whose light died the day Simon left, and the scars along your body were constellations of memories in the battlefield and your abusive training with your captain before getting the divine "privilege" of being a shifter, your healing powers healed any wound you got from then on never the scars your body during youth.

You composed yourself after a long sigh. "Where do they keep Valeria?"

"On a cell in the lav, they got her sedated. They uh... Have been discussing how and who will get to take her titan."

"So they do suspect it can be taken away...Who exactly did they have in mind?"

"We don't know, but we think it's Colonel Alejandro Vargas." Ghost grunts.

"Tsk. That fool is too unstable. He'll kill us all trying to tame her power... Soap?"

"Nah, lad's got less chance to earn it... What about the captain?" Asked Gaz.

"Old man's too sane to throw his human life away for a power he does not fully understand." Ghost says back.

"For now it's looking like Ale will get it...." You sigh. "So for now they'll keep her locked until Vargas agrees to inherit it, is that correct?"

They collectively nod with their sight lost in thought mauling at the information spilled until you say something that shocks them.

"Alejandro is too impulsive the attach titan would suit him perfectly... I suggest we try to convince him to take it."

"Have you gone fucking mad!?" Ghost barks making Gaz almost drop his teacup.

"We'll try to get him to join our cause first, show him what's further the walls and the sea. If he does we'll have the attack titan, if he doesn't we kill him. Simple. Judging by how passionate he is about human rights I bet convincing him will be like stealing candy to a kid, and with him cones his squad of vaqueros, wherever Ale goes they go, it could be very beneficial."

Gaz sighs trying to hide his nervousness at the prospect of killing the colonel "But If Alejandro dies...?"

You smile "Then we will try luck with his second in command, Rodolfo Parra. We could blame captain Price for Alejandro's murder if it comes to be, it must be during a scouting mission or else it'll be too obvious... Then with the pain of the loss Rudy will be easier to mold to our like."

Gaz and Ghost seemed convinced exchanging a few words amongst each other. "It's good t'have ya back, (y/n)." Ghost admits out loud and you thank deity up there that he is so reluctant to kill one of his current allies for the sake of Makarov's plan.

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An hour has passed informing the boys about their families. How Simon's brother has gotten engaged and was expecting a son and how Kyle's twin had opened a business near the market street you all used to play and steal stuff from. By the end Kyle decided to head back to the barracks with a wide smile after hearing from his brother and Ghost- well. He wanted to speak to you about a private matter, Garrick understood instantly and left without a fuss.

Now that you were alone together, Simon went to sit on Gaz's previous seat next to you as you took something from your pocket.

"I had brought these for you..." You softly said handing him a small stock of sweets from Marley. The sweets you used to share together when you chilled together in the rooftops of old abandoned buildings from your neighborhood.

Ghost let out a low chuckle "Waited til' Gaz wasn't around to share 'em with me, doll?" Your face softened at the use of the old nickname he used to call you, He melted in the spot, both of you smiling like idiots and looking elsewhere other than each other's eyes.

"Never liked 'em." He said simply and you looked at him in confusion. "I only pretended to like 'em because you always wanted to share them with me."

"You buffoon..." You chuckled then and sighed a "More for me I guess..." Before shoving the sweets to your pocket but Ghost's hand shot to your wrist stopping you mid motion. His other hand open the bag slightly to scoop up a sweet and gently, very very gently placed it in the gap between your lips.

"Keep it there." He whispered it so sensually you couldn't help but obey, the sweet taste of the marleyan treat melted a little in your mouth.

He leaned to you ear, a hand nuzzling your right cheek gentle like a summer breeze, Simon supports his weight on his other arm, his hand resting near your thigh brushing it lightly with his thumb. You could feel shivers running down your spine. "I said I only ate it when you offered to share 'em with me."

He parted from your ear meeting your eyes with a dark look on his, brown orbes landed on your lips still holding the sweet. Your hands scratch lightly on the stubble from his jaw making his eyes close as he slowly leaned closer once more, your noses touched until you tilted your head to accommodate the lieutenant.

Simon kisses you then, his tongue swiftly robbing the sweet from your mouth. He parts a few millimeters, swallows the treat with an exaggerated gulp and a grimace then tries to kiss you again until you stop him placing your index finger on his lips.

"If you are gonna make that expression on the first kiss you give me I don't want to imagine the face you'll make when we-"

A harsh knock on the door interrupted your sensual moment when the voice of Soap spoke from the other side.

"Love, ye locked the door. Mind lettin' me in...?"

Love?

This was his lieutenant's office he surely must have mistaken it for someone else's room...

But the look of panic on Simon's face said it all. You abruptly stand up like he had burned you. And frankly he must have, because the ache you felt at that moment was worse than a simple burn.

[lilchickie]

Ghost x witty reader

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Running through the hall heaving like a dog earned you a few confused looks from the passerbys, but the fact that your lieutenant was in the armory about to leave for a month to a mission you were not quite informed of, made you skip breakfast to at the very least, say goodbye. Because obviously that's what friends do... Not crazy fucks with a big-ass crush.

"Hey! Hey!!" You call out to Ghost who by the looks of it, is not happy at all while rearranging his bag near the exit from where you just busted in.

"Don't got time to humour ya, sarge. We are deploying in a few minutes." The tall Brit growls rushing to collect his things, the heavy bag he previously had on the floor was now being launched to his shoulder as Simon got ready to leave the room.

"Weren't ya leaving in like... Half a week?" You breathlessly said getting on his way.

"Yeah well, change of plans. That's our job, sweetheart."

You crossed your arms with a patient look and that seemed to tick him off.

"You weren't planning to simply leave without saying goodbye, right? That's not something my favorite lieutenant would do."

He busied himself checking his gear for the last time on the crusty, broken mirror near next to you that someone had forgotten to throw away as an excuse to spend a few minutes listening to you.

"What would ya have me do? I ain' got no time to fuck around kissing everyone g'bye."

"Do you need a good luck's kiss, LT?"

That shocked Ghost, but he was obviously not going to openly show it, he knew if he was too obvious he wouldn't hear the end of it with all your teasing, so he stood there staring blankly at your reflection next to him in utter silence and you, always so straight forward, weren't one to shy away from this even if it was only a joke.

You moved the paralyzed lieutenant by the shoulders to face you so you could lean in, to your surprise he crouched a bit to your level when he picked up on what you were about to do, your hand went to his jaw tilting his head a bit to the side with his permission, then you planted your lips to the cold surface of his masked cheek. Ghost's eyes remained open, never blinking in a seemingly bored expression while you smiled in amusement at your lieutenant until you spotted the clock hanging from the wall behind him and realization hit you.

"Y'gotta go, what are ya waiting for? A second kiss?"

That seemed to pull him out of his hidden stupor, he blinked twice, leaned back and stretched his neck. "Thanks for the offer. That wasn't awkward at all..."

"Why! I bet you are blushing under there~"

"On your dreams, I only indulge in your stupidity-"

"Oh, for bonding I bet."

"Not really, it's only for my sole amusement."

"My goodness, Riley. You are cold..."

Ghost was about to leave the armory with his hand ready to open the door until he heard this, he turned to you, took a few rushed steps closer his right hand shooting to grab your nape and pressed the teeth of his mask to your forehead simulating a kiss. It was your turn to look openly dumbfounded. Ghost took a peek your way, said his quick goodbyes and left.

He'll never acknowledge the loud dreamy sigh that scaped his mouth when his lungs deflated once he got to the humvee.

Simon could die on this mission and feel a type of peace only belonging to a man who has seen and done everything on his list. Although next time, if everything goes right and he gets back to you, he hopes you'll give him another kiss but this time with no mask.

[lilchickie]

Guys.

I just had a wild idea for an Attack on Titan AU...

Price as the beast titan

Soap as the jaw titan

Ghost as the armoured titan

Gaz as the colossal Titan

I don't know where this idea came from tbh I was staring into nothingness, remembered AOT and instantly thought ... COD.

[lilchickie]

YOU GUYS....

LOOK AT NOVA AND REYES AAAAA

My babies :')

NILA'S HAND ON ENZO'S SHOULDER... THE CUTE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS THEY PROBABLY SHARE- (Enzo surely hides it somewhere)

[lilchickie]

Oh damn the Catholics have joined in on the war against AI "art".

[lilchickie]

Today I learned 3D animation is a horror show outside the camera's field of view.

[lilchickie]

This is straight up obsession. Look at the background I made.

[lilchickie]

Why do our bfs sleep like they are on a renaissance painting?

My osito:

What a dummy UwU he fell asleep on his cherry jelly!

[lilchickie]

~ Innocence lost~

It's comforting to imagine these three have a sibling-like bond...

I love my underrated operators so much 🌺🌴🍁

Nova 🌺 Gus 🌴 Reyes 🍁

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[lilchickie]

That one Halloween party (1.)

[Gus x reader (collage AU)]

LONG AS FUCK (also contains slight NSFW, I'll post the full NSFW separately)

Characters: Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Horangi, König, Gus, Reyes, Nova, Roze.

Sauce 🫙: Gaz has hosted a Halloween party and you are met with a dilemma: hook up with a friend and move on from your crush or make the definitive move on Gus.

Notes: -slight Price x Reader -Gus calls reader brujita as an endearment, it means little witch- Reyes is the personification of a headache- You'll notice reader, Nova and Reyes calling Gus by different nicknames: Rodri (Rodríguez), Gusito, Gustavito, bear and Rican- Also for those confused with Reyes' and Nova's names: Enzo Reyes and Nila Brown.

🍑🐥 Needed an excuse to write Gus dressing as Miguel O'hara.

What would you do if one day you are casually hanging out at some guy's house during a random party and see your crush since kindergarten walk out of some room with red lipstick stains all over his neck and mouth with the head of the cheerleader club tucked firmly on his side?

Gus wasn't an easy guy in the sense that if he said "no" once, he'd really mean it. But for a pretty girl like Rozlin? Man, he was a goner.

You have been friends since you were kids and you have seen a fair share of girlfriends and crushes but man, seeing him with those loving little eyes heavily focused on someone as cruel and despicable as Roze angered you because it simply wasn't fair. It wasn't fair because after years of coming to the conclusion that you truly were in love with that dork, you didn’t seem to have the right flick meanwhile she had him around her finger in a matter of minutes. You were very aware of Gus' sore points, you'd play shy, you'd look out for him, help him with his school work, comfort and touch him in ways no one did and yet... She'd approach him feeling all horny, batting her fake-lashes and twirling her braid like a cat in heat and he'd crawl to her in an instant.

Reyes patted Gustavo's back like a proud older brother while Nova discreetly comforted you assuring it'd be a fling and urging you to have your own fun. But no amount of soda, table games and snacks could extinguish the flame eating up your insides. After half an hour you left the party with no warning whatsoever and lessened the outings with that group when Reyes "accidentally" snitched that Gus had asked out Rozlin the day after the party during one of her cheerleader practices. With how romantic and overly passionate Gus was, you were sure he had bought her flowers, balloons and one of his stupidly delicious cakes with a "will you be my girlfriend?" message written over the topping.

You spent months ignoring him. You couldn't bring yourself to speak a word to Gus, not with the irritation, anger and sadness so prominent in your brain when you looked or even thought about him and that... Snake. Roze even had the balls too look all smug about it posting pictures of their cute dates all over her Instagram and changing her "single" status to taken with the date of the party and his username tag accompanied by a bear emoji. (Yes, you were stalking her. So what?)

Rodriguez didn't play oblivious about your ghosting, he didn't take it lightly. To your surprise, Nova informed you that during lunch he snapped. Red hot anger and Gus wasn't a very common combination but apparently the silence from your part irritated him so much he made his discomfort known to the group and left the group chat claiming he was tired of miscommunication and needed some time to clear his head because the negative emotions and headache you were giving him were "ruining" his relationship with his new girlfriend. Truth is, you weren't oblivious of the fact that he was getting worried over the ignored calls and texts and the way you'd be busy all of a sudden when he approached you numerous times during classes seeking to confront you. You had to admit that you knew you were pressing his buttons too hard and expected some short of reaction.

Gosh... You were making a fool of yourself... He was happy, but you couldn't bring yourself to mirror that happiness, not with a heavy heart and the multiple nights and breaks you spent crying like a jealous idiot.

Nova caught you hiding from him one day in the library and told you that perhaps you were being too petty, but you had to think of your own well-being so she kind of understood. Well... You knew she was right, and you thanked her understanding nature and honesty because this whole situation had to stop at some point. A few days of talking things out with Reyes and her you decided to be more present, taking the reigns of the problem you finally gathered the ovaries to give Gus the confrontation he so craved and swallow down your pride.

Gus visibly jolted on his seat when you sat all of a sudden on his table with Nova and Reyes watching a few feet behind you. The apology didn't take a whole speech nor did you explain why the sudden change of behavior, you just started off with an "I'm really sorry, Rodri..." When he jumped to hug you like you would run off like you had been doing since the party. He didn't give you the chance to say nothing else when his tits suffocated your worries away, he was still your loving bear. "You know what? It doesn't matter... But por dios, (Y/n)... Never do that again, I was so worried." His voice weakly confessed as he kissed the crown of your head over and over again. Your body melted compleatly, the physical affection was very much missed and needed these last few months.

But good things can't last forever, the cute little moment led Roze to roughly pull you out of her boyfriend's embrace cursing out with a bunch of cheerleaders gawking at the scene and whispering god knows what, she was obviously looking for a fight but Nova was quicker carrying her to the other side of the room while Reyes laughed and clapped loudly amused by the turn of events which didn't help the situation one bit. When Roze was about to yell some colorful words to you, Gus stood up standing between you two with a serious look on his face trying to tame his bitch, thankfully the teacher walked in to begin the lecture oblivious to what was happening and stopping the fight.

Safe to say, things got better between you and Gus to a point... It wasn't exactly the same and although you could feel it, you couldn't pinpoint what it was that had changed the whole group dynamic. Nova seemed less snappy with Reyes and started agreeing with him more on whatever obscenity he spat which was weird as hell, you felt an air of awkwardness in every interaction Gus had with any of you three and Reyes made crueller jokes to him, which didn't take none of you by surprise due to his natural roughness. One could assume Enzo was just a jealous friend because Gus didn't hangout with you all as much since his loving girlfriend hated your group's guts, but... Yeah... You didn't want to sound paranoid so you never told the guys you believed Roze was trying to pick apart your group by eating Gus' brain, but you could tell they thought the same, even Gus refrained from talking about Rozlin. It's like he didn't want to fucking admit it.

When you graduated, you four ended up being on the same university. Sadly, at the beginning of the year, you all grew a little distant making or joining other groups of your own, of course you still hanged out but It simply wasn't the same. As for you, you made new friends and tried to develop new crushes but Gus still lived rent-free in your mind and it was a bummer to put it lightly, it even affected your grades for a time.

You had to move on.

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Gaz was definitely the type of friend who made the coolest plans and had more than enough cash to invite whoever that couldn't afford it. You'd obviously never complain, after all it was thanks to this and his outgoing personality that you finally found yourself sharing lunch with the cool kids and soon forming part of their group.

In less than half a year, you guys were already considered one of the most popular groups with Soap as the prankster, Ghost as the athletic hunk, Price the charming leader and you as the cute, smart girl who practically got adopted after Price took a huge liking to you and your brains when Kyle invited you out of the blue to one of their outings at their favorite arcade. Truth is, Gaz spent a long time without a "role" in the group and jokingly picked on you for gaining one so soon, until one day he went mad crazy when he found out suddenly people had tagged him as the hot, rich guy.

He may be rich as hell but he was humble to the core, never flexing on how big his fucking mansion of a house was or how much money his parents gave him to congratulate his good grades. He even made every social media account private so only his closest friends and relatives could keep track on his golden life. So how the hell did everyone find out all of a sudden was a mystery.

"But this time, ooh this time... I'll show them rich!" Gaz growled before loudly slurping his juice dry. The whole table went silent.

Ghost rolled his eyes with so much force he flopped his head on top of yours while you busied yourself trying to finish Price's lastly assigned book to help him study for the exam he was having in a week, said brit smirked in amusement with his focus mainly on the delicious sandwich he had stolen from Johnny as payment for his insufferable behaviour during Spanish lessons. Soap decided to give Kyle the attention he so craved "So lemme' get this straight...As a big fuck you to whoever made your Bruce-Wayne lifestyle public, you are going to host a Halloween party."

Ghost stood up with a grunt taking the book from your hands so you'd keep up with the conversation then threw it to Price with a low warning growl of doing his own homework. Gaz threw his arms to the air "it's not JUST a Halloween party, my friend. It'll be a TERRIBLE Halloween party. You can only wear low-cost or terribly handmade costumes, I'll serve cheap snacks- Or wait! I'll make everyone who goes bring their own food or drinks or else they can't come. It'll take place in the garage and backyard and-" You perked up a bit "What about a costume contest? Worst costume wins a cardboard medal." You offered sarcastically with a smirk and Gaz pointed a finger your way taking it too seriously. "Took the words outta my mouth, bonnie, most original costume wears a crappy prize. With this cheap party everyone will see that I'm not some highborn rich brat and treat me differently! Maybe they'll stop giving me so much respect and see me like a normal dude for the first time since the beans were spilled..."

"So you want to damage the image everyone has of you. It's stupid." Ghost said, and Price agreed. "I never knew being one of the popular kids bugged you so much. Ghost is right, Kyle. I don't even understand why you get this riled up over people finding out you are rich." Gaz deflated hearing John's words but quickly recovered when he continued "But we all could use a break from exams and shit. So when did you have in mind?"

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Thanks to the simplicity of the party you barely had to organize shit. The only task Gaz had given you was to craft a terribly ugly medal for the winner of the costume contest (which you finished quickly using an empty cereal box, gold paint and a broken chain you found in the park near your house) and invite as many people as you could.

Obviously the first invitations you sent via text were for Nila Brown, Enzo Reyes and Gustavo Rodriguez. It would be the first plan you made with them after months of ONLY being with the 141 group, and fuck, if you had the opportunity to spend more time with your three favorite fools out of study hours you were certainly not going to waste it. Thankfully all of them agreed quickly and seemed excited with the prospect of a party and reuniting again, you only prayed Gus didn't invite Rozlin...

The day of the party arrived, and you along with the 141 were assigned to go to Garrick's to make sure everything was ready and discuss some big details about the party that had perturbed Gaz enough to send a worried S.O.S text to your group chat.

You wanted to slap Gaz because when you arrived to his enormous house it turned out that the bad news were that when he had told his parents about the party he was planning, they got so excited he was finally inviting more people that weren't his usual group that they went wild with the Halloween decor, booked a hotel to leave their son the house free and ruined the main plan of making it all lame. Gaz threw a tantrum while explaining all this but you all could do nothing but stare in disbelief surrounded by what had to be the coolest Halloween decorations ever. Even Simon look amazed! And he was the less expressive out of the bunch of you.

Calming Gaz took Price longer than he had anticipated, luckily you weren't the only one who brought your Halloween costume to change there when you had less than half an hour left for the first guests to arrive.

Ghost had the classic Jason Voorhees costume he found at the dollar store that fit him like a glove. He looked fucking terrifying, and kind of sexy... Price dressed up as a vampire with a black cape and fake plastic teeth he profusely denied on wearing so he gave them to Soap who brought a hand-made werewolf costume that looked pretty cool in your opinion.

And you? You went with your sister's idea of a hot demon and wore a black, tight and torn dress that lifted up your tits enough for the guys to fight off looking at them every time you turned around, some red wings, a pointy tail and big, red horns you found in your garage. You had made your makeup in a hurry but you were proud with the result.

Price's eyes almost popped out of his skull when you walked out of the loo, it earned a giggle from you. "Too much?" You purred. The brit forced a nervous chuckle handing you the forgotten red lipstick you previously asked him to bring, "You look bloody perfect." He purred back and helped you apply it with one hand lifting your chin up, his focus never faltering from your lips. You loved these moments with John, it was obvious you two were close but that closeness never led to nothing too deep and it somehow comforted you. Like no matter what you two could be doing, Price's selfcontrol and big respect for you kept him from doing reckless things, your friendship was so strong you never thought of taking it a step far in fears of risking it, specially knowing you still couldn't move on from Gus and you knew John didn't deserve feeling like a second choice.

Finally, the host walked downstairs with a big grin. Kyle was proud of his dumb dead-pirate costume, it was all in the way he was walking around the house in character, the air of superiority messed up the humble image he wanted to portrait. This guy...

Your phone rang the "cherry bomb" song. Walking over to take it from the huge couch in the living room you saw Soap rush to snatch it from you with a mischievous look. "Mactavish." You growled and he rushed to the other side of the room reading the contact on the screen. "Well, well, well~ Nova huh? That means the two other guys are coming with, rooooight'?" He lifted his brows and bit his lower lip, grey eyes threw an accusatory look your way.

You threw a cushion to his face almost messing up his make up which he cried out loud about. "They are my friends, of course I'd invite them! And yes, Gus is coming." Ghost walked past Soap stealing your phone from his grasp and handing it your way. "Is that so? I only see one guy with her." He said plainly before heading to the kitchen.

Gus wasn't coming? You had to confirm.

You ignored the call and rushed to the door joining Gaz and Price, welcomed the guests and eagerly approached Nova who hanged up the phone as soon as she spot you emerging from the crowd of people.

Your friend hugged you tightly and twirled around showing you her home-made witch costume. "Do my eyes deceive me? Nila, is this you? My, you'll be the hottest witch in the party." Nila giggled at your compliment. "Girl, give us a break! You look HOT. You might as well be a succubus!" She looked at you up and down with a toothy smile holding your hands then she leaned in whispering with mischief. "If Gus isn't falling for this you might as well date me~" You chuckled softly.

Would he really notice you though? Last time you checked he was doing alright with Roze, but that was like... Months ago. Still, it's best not to hope for their demise, you just wish he's doing well and someday you can finally move on, meanwhile you'll enjoy seeing his reaction to your dress if he was even coming at all. (Honestly you were afraid to ask.)

Reyes approached you poking at your horns and lifting your wings inspecting your costume with his characteristic shamelessness. There was no "hello", no "what's up", he looked at you dead in the eye and threw a: "Your tits fake too?" before harshly pinching one of your boobs making you yelp an "OW! MORON!" You smacked him at the same time Nova did making Reyes throw his hands to the air trying to shield his head while he exploded in loud crackles.

"Jesus, ladies! Watch the hat! Went to hell and back to find a cowboy hat that looked close to Clint's." He said on a cowboy accent. Your eyes lit up. "Oh my god, you dressed up as Clint Eastwood!"

Rule number one: don't rub Reyes' ego.

He eyed you with played disinterest trying to hide his excitement and posing as one of Clint Eastwood's infamous posters from the movie "The good, the bad and the ugly." Reyes smirked "Good thing some people here are more educated on movies than others." The sneer he threw Nova was compleatly ignored when she took your arm and walked inside to join the others, though that never stopped him from continuing the conversation, his body was attached to your side with eagerness for compliments and appreciation like a pup. "I only missed the poncho he wears, Nova here was supposed to make one for me but boo hoo, look at that! It seems i can't count on her because she was too busy making herself look like a cheap witch from a puppets show." Nova turned around annoyed and snarled "BOY you could have made one yourself. You know how hard it was to make this costume all by myself while studying Mr Shepherd's next exam? Gaz couldn't pick a worst date for the party... No offense (Y/n)."

"None taken!" You chirped, Reyes scoffed. "Then fucking buy one like the rest of us?" The tension increased "Excuse me!? You were the one crying a few days ago that you NEEDED me to put together a fucking poncho that looked like one from your dumb cowboy movies!"

How you missed their bickering.

"Calm down you two! Also pay contributions for the party or Gaz will call Ghost to throw you out." Gaz ran a thumb through his neck, Reyes and Nova took snacks out their bags and put them in some bowls the host eagerly offered with an excited smile when you entered the kitchen where him, Ghost and other three people you didn't recognize organized the snacks the guests were dropping.

"Enzo, you don't need a poncho to look like Clint Eastwood. You look just like him, I mean... Look how hard you worked on putting this costume together! And I know it'll burn you a little but actually the initial idea of the contest was that the winner selected had to have a funny-looking costume." Reyes scratches his chin in irritation and whisper-yelles. "(Y/n), my love, my darling. The point of you opening your pretty lips is to support me, not to doubt the importance of my missing poncho."

"Since when must I support anything you say, huh?" You raised a brow in amusement, he threw a chip your way and to his horror you quickly took his hand and playfully chomped on it, Enzo resisted pinching your left tit cursing at you while Nova laughed at your shenanigans. You guys missed each other.

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Madonna is now playing on the background, the rest of the guests arrived a little later but still there was no trace of Gus. You started to feel inpatient and Nila could tell quickly handing you a red plastic cup urging you to drink and let the Rican take his time, apparently Reyes and her had no idea about his whereabouts either.

Reyes is flirting with some uninterested girl dressed in an angel costume but well focused on your conversation with Nova while you three sat on Gaz' enormous couch along with a bunch of other people. Nova had been urging you to spill the beans about your new group (the infamous 141) and teasing you about your newfound popularity, Reyes joined the teasing from time to time but he mainly flirted with the now irritated cheerleader.

"They are not so bad!" You replied to your friend. "Ghost was the hardest one to crack though, he is a very serious guy who mostly keeps to himself, but after the others accepted me, he started treating me like a little sister. I'm so happy and comfortable with them, Nils... They are like a second family." You admit.

"Yeah we can tell... OH! I have a friend- Luna! you know who Luna is, right? You remember her from Reyes' last baseball match, with the eye bags, the piercings and the ketchup stains?"

"Yeah!" You have no clue who that woman is but Nova was hella descriptive.

"So you know Price plays on Reyes' team and all. She said he never stops talking about you during breaks, she even said it was HIS idea to add you to his group using Gaz." You lifted your brows in surprise. Nova stuffed her mouth full of Doritos and frowned "Hmm. You make me jealous, (y/n)! I gotta admit I'd be pretty comfy too if I had John mother-fuckin' Price looking at me the way he looks at you." She booped your nose.

You knew what she was doing. And don't get me wrong, you thank the distraction from your crush on Rodriguez but it still stirred you the wrong way how Nova would always move on quickly from the topic of Gus to try and talk about other potential crushes. She was your friend and she was looking out for you and your emotional health but... They weren't Gus...

She stunned you for a moment laying her index finger on your right cheek and gently pushing your face to your left until she managed to redirect your attention to the front foor where Price was talking with Soap, Horangi and König. Just when your eyes recognized the brand of soda from the can John was holding, he snook a glance your way but quickly looked away when he saw you staring back.

"I'd totally tap that if I were you, baby." Nova squeezed your hand, Reyes quickly jumped to the conversation "Nila, Nila, Nila... She just needs a lil push-" NO WAY!

You missed the look he shared with Nova. Reyes stood up with a grunt clearly fed up with his fruitless advances on the cheerleader, took your hand and made you stand up by harshly yanking you to your feet. That made you wince so you smacked his shoulder with an irritated look, but Reyes ignored you noting the glare from Price from the corner of the his eye.

"Quit your crying, (Y/n). Let me play cupid for once. Fuck, I love this song!" Enzo said urging you to follow his lead, you shook your head and chuckled quickly picking up on Reyes savage dance moves. You two had to move from the couch because one particular twirl from him almost made you lose your balance and fall to the tiny glass table, Gaz had his fists clenched on his sides, you apologized quietly. Price was closely watching this time, his eyes now didn't shy away from your body. You didn't want to think about it though...

You embraced Reyes circling his neck with your arms. "Enzo?" He hummed a little annoyed with the change of pace but hugged your waist lazily, allowing you to press yourself fully to his body. His cowboy hat shielded your face when you leaned to his neck to have some short of privacy for what you were about to say, his cologne hit your nosetrils and you almost winced with the heavy amount he had put.

"I don't want to sound annoying but-"

"You are always annoying, bunny."

"Thanks, jackass. Anyway. It's about Gus..." You expect him to roll his eyes or move away but instead he nods and leans a little closer rocking your body along the music. "Do you know anything about him and Roze...? It's no secret by now that I have a thing for Rodri... But I mostly worry." He grunts. "I know you also think that Rozlin wrecked the group, most likely on purpose." Enzo rests his chin on your shoulder with a huff. "I just... I know i may sound paranoid but I think she is trying to isolate him, keep Gus all to herself and it's fucking manipulative and selfish, and-"

Enzo leans back to look at you, his hand cups your face silencing you. Dark brown, heavy lidded eyes darken with his characteristic smugness. "I already dealt with that bitch a looong time ago." His fingers then played with a lock of your hair when he continued. "Out of all the toxic cunts Gustavito had dated and I had to clean after... This one was the easiest to get rid off. Hah, I just followed her one night and found her mixing spit with her private tutor on a bus stop one street away from my house. Stupid bitch didn't even see the flash of my camera when I snapped a few pics! Next morning I printed and taped them all over the fucking campus, I even mailed them to Gus anonymously." He grinned. "A few hours later I had him defeated on my doorstep."

Reyes looked and sounded a bit scary... But shit. Only he had the balls to sabotage his best friend's relationships in order to-... To what?

You stared up at him processing just what the fuck he was on about. "I always liked you (Y/n). And he does too but he's a fucking fool. Rodri's always on about having to take risks to earn big wins but when he has the chance to shoot his shot he cowers and tries to hook up with some random whore to forget you. And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't scare them stinky wenches away? One time I had to fuck one just so she would leave him. You see the lengths I go for him to finally make a move on you? A fuckin' headache innit?" His rambling stuns you, your feet carry you one step back, nose scrunching in irritation fed up with his shit. "Wait- just-... What the fuck are you saying?" This wasn't some stupid shit Reyes normally said, this was serious as hell... He was secretly sabotaging Gus' relationships to pair him up with you. Only Reyes would be crazy enough to pull a scheme like this, poor Gus...

Reyes looked down at you, very serious this time. "Listen to me, bunny. You have two options right now: You can either wait for Gus to arrive and make a much fucking clear move-"

"A-and- what move would that be!? I fucking tried everything! He just doesn't want me..." it broke you to say this out loud. "Shut the hell up an listen. He fucking loves you! Just- I don't fucking know! Grab his balls, show him your honkers or just straight up tell him you love him."

You gulped, eyes wide as plates. Reyes' hands squeeze yours. "Or you could move on from him for real this time. Price is a good guy, I know him from baseball, he's always keeping track on everyone and by the looks of it he's got you on his sights." You looked away, this was too much.

Price was a friend and so was Gus. But unlike Gus you were certain that if what Nila said was true, Price wouldn't shy away if you made a move. If only you could confirm him that you officially wanted to move on from Gus.

Enzo lifted your chin gently, suddenly you felt sweaty, the music was too loud, the lights were too bright your senses were going wild. "(Y/n). You either claim my idiotic friend on this party or fucking make out with Price. I've wasted enough time and semen trying to keep Rodri single for him to continue ignoring his chances. It's on you."

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The party continues. Now you are sitting on Soap's lap, most of your biggest group (141) along with a few other people were sitting on the stairs listening to one of Price's stories about how he (in his very first year in uni) had a terrible anger attack that made him smash Mr.Shepherd's car windows for not allowing him to assist a very important exam because he was six minutes late. He was a little tipsy, his cheeks were a bit flushed and he wouldn't stop looking your way, you smiled softly playing it cool but Reyes' words struck you.

You can either move on or...

You excused yourself to the bathroom to relieve yourself and head to the kitchen where you found Reyes and Nila playing the bottle game with some hot girls, a shy looking guy and Alejandro. "Come here, hermano! Don't be shy!" Alejandro laughed grabbing Reyes by the face, the Canadian yelled "I YIELD! NO- WAIT, YOU FUCKING-!!" Ale loudly smooched Enzo on the mouth as he struggled to scape the mexican's hold, the others cheered and laughed uncontrollably at the sight, one of the girls even spilled her drink all over her friend's costume. It looked a little planned to be honest.

"(Y/n)! You bitch... Look where you left me! I never kissed a guy in my whole life and my first kiss had to be this pendejo!" Enzo wept slithering your way after finally freeing himself from Alejandro's grasp, said male even slapped Reyes bum to further embarrass him. It worked. Nova joined him and met you on the other side of the kitchen handing you a Nutella sandwich you eagerly took with a a chuckle. "Yeah! Sorry... I was stuck listening to one of Price's adventures."

Nova laughed "oh really? I see you two are getting cozy. We-" BANG!

Your jaw fucking dropped when Gus stumbled in almost knocking the door out of it's hinges with a tight-ass body suit of spiderman 2099. He gave you a heavenly view of his little, tight and chonky ass when he turned around inspecting the kitchen's door state and the wall it knocked when he smashed it open while Gaz bit his knuckles and smacked the rican's head with a newspaper.

"Oh my god." Reyes, Nova and you said in choir. Though Enzo didn't say that because of his best friend's firm ass, he had a better reason.

"Amigos! I'm SO sorry I'm late... I had to drive my sister somewhere and um-...Traffic!" Gus didn't sound so convinced. He walked to your group of three leaving a plastic bag with different sodas and plenty of snacks on the kitchen's counter, his huge contribution to the Halloween party which Gaz thanked with a toothy smile, softened by the amount of snacks before fleeing to confront other guests who got their hands on his dad's private wine collection.

When the initial shock of Gus' ass had dissipated from your horny brain, a new one came: he had trimmed his moustache dangerously short. Nova and you opened your mouths impossibly wider now understanding Reyes' initial scare.

What the fuck? Where was his mighty moustache? What happened to it? Why the hell was it so short???? Gus looked alien and as polite and supportive you wanted to be for your friend and longtime crush, you were incapable of hiding your stupefaction.

"Rodri, my brother. What in tarnation happened to yer mighty face bush?" Reyes voiced out with a goofy cowboy accent. Gus shrugged and clapped his hands together with a grim look on his face. He wouldn't say it but you were sure Gus was late because he spent one hour and a half mourning his facial hair. The small shadow of the bushy moustache he once proudly paraded around made him look more naked than that slutty spiderman outfit from AliExpress he was wearing. "I wanted to- Y'know! Look more like Miguel O'hara! I thought trimming down my old 'stash would get me more characterization points for the costume contest. If i didn't miss it..." It surprised you how careless of his moustache he sounded. Ever since Gustavo was able to grow a beard (which took him years and patience) he seemed to obsess over his moustache, often grooming it with care and turning it into a huge beacon of attention along with his beautiful eyes and golden retriever personality.

Nova assured him the contest would start in a few hours. Reyes tried to imitate a stupid cowboy laughter that sounded more like a villain from an old cartoon "You seriously wanna compete against me?" You smiled "I told you the contest is for the dumbest costume, Reyes" Enzo hushed you and made a show with his plastic revolvers twirling them around his fingers and pointing at Gus with a "bang!" The rican whistled. "Wow! I love your Indiana Jones costume!"

Nova quacked an unholy sound of a laugh. "Try again, partner." Reyes said with patience adjusting his hat. Gus squinted his pretty, little eyes in thought for a moment studying Enzo's costume carefully "Woody! From Toy story?" This time you joined Nova on a fit of loud laughter that made some heads turn your way including Reyes who looked like someone had kicked him on the knee.

"I'M CLINT EASTWOOD. THE SPIRIT OF THE WEST! THE STAR OF ONLY THE BEST WESTERN MOVIES!?" Gus was stunned again, feeling a little embarrassed for not getting it right away "¿Quién...?AY! AH OKAY! I REMEMBER! But where's your poncho?"

Reyes gave you a pointed look that seemed to haunt your soul with an "I told you" written all over his squinting face. He growled and turned back to the other male "Did ya at least get me the cigs I asked?" Gus looked down like a scolded child "I've got gum..." He muttered handing his friend an insanely big strawberry gumball (probably from his sister), once again you and Nova laughed like maniacs, Reyes snatched the gum embarrassed and shoved it in his mouth before excusing himself out the crowded kitchenette. Nila smiled at Gus knowingly (though he didn't catch why) and rushed to follow after Reyes.

With you two alone Gus went to properly greet you circling the table and kissing both your cheeks, his jaw dropped the moment he processed what you were wearing. "Brujita (little witch)! Look what you are wearing!" His hands went to your upper arms, a toothy smile made his burning cheeks rise crinkling his eyes, he looked amazed and endeared. You wanted to kiss him right there. "You remind me of Elvira. It suits! Ohoho a demon right? I love your lil' horns. Oh! And you've got the wings and the tail too!" You made a show for him twirling around and posing clearly basking on his compliments. "Means a lot coming from a guy who only dresses in jeans and band shirts~" You bite and he snorts. "Ay! And then I thought you liked my fashion sense."

"Never said I didn't, Rodri." Your left hand rest on Gus' pectoral while the other fights not to fist the sandwich you still held, his hands lower to your elbows.

"You look beautiful, brujita." He breathes out.

"You look edible." You said without shame, Gus let's out a loud snort and chuckles hiding his face a little. "It's a tight costume. Don't you think it's a lil... You know, a lot?" A lot?

"Nah, I mean, it really sticks to your body like second skin but you are shorts to protect your manhood , also your tits aren't showing. I'd say you are fine." His eyes momentarily peeked at your cleavage, you noted a hitch on his breath. Your eyes never left his, your manicured hand rose your abandoned sandwich to your lips taking a small bite. Gus gulped following the motion.

There was a change in him, you could tell by the way he straightened his back, a train of thought crossed Gus' mind, his expressiveness made impossible to hide it. His eyes darkened a little, the cozy gold turned flamy. His lips parted hesitant to speak, to say something, he was nervous. You didn't help one bit when you leaned closer expectantly, your perfume and bold outfit did things to his brain, his lungs burned as If you had sliced his chest open with a blade and filled his insides with hot coals, tan hands went clammy still touching your delicate forearms, his body shagged again but his eyes stared deep into yours trying to summon the strength he needed to fucking speak. Your nose scrunched slightly and your lips, his weakest point, parted in a small o shape. Gus anticipated you were about to ask if he was alright because that's something you always did, you were constantly making presence on his life even when he physically moved further from you, you would visit him on his dreams, his thoughts, you care, you worry. Why do you have to make things so difficult?

Gus coughs and collects himself before he does something he'll regret, a tight-lipped smile try to mask his self-consciousness but you obviously notice it's fake, the pretty petals of your lips close after you sigh lowly, you look away in defeat. But as always he is oblivious of what your mind is going through right now too preoccupied about restraining his impulses. "Shall we join the others?"

"Sure..."

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You stared blankly at Lady Gaga dancing on the blasting TV as you waited for Nila to get out of the loo near the library.

Night had settled on the sky, the ajar window to your right let in chill air ventilating the living room from the smell of alcohol, sweat and perfume from the people coming and going. Some walk out to the backyard smoking the good stuff, filming drunken videos and playing with Gaz's border collie, the dog seemed overly excited with her new playmates, she yipped, barked and playfully growled happy that some guys were almost as eager as her to play fetch and fake-fight.

Reyes was smoking weed with someone while a certain latino, being a big fan of dogs, decided to join the fun with Gaz's pup and her fanclub. He hauled Penny to the air smooching her cheek over and over again and laughing when she tried to kiss him back a little frustrated that she couldn't land her sticky tongue to Gus' face. You smiled softly at the sight and he caught your eye in the middle of the love attack, Penny quickly noticed the distraction and launched herself licking a long stripe of saliva that went from his chin to his brow, Gus jokingly reprimanded her momentarily breaking eye contact with you as he lowered the excited collie to the ground cleaning his face with a tissue, when he looked back to the window you were no longer there.

Soap has tackled you down the couch laughing like a madman while you struggled to get him off mindful of your panties making scene but your traitorous laughter blurted out your red lips when Mactavish started tickling your sides. "Come on demon, fight back! RRAAaahhh yer black magic holds no power over me!!" He was fucking drunk and when he was drunk his annoying levels increased drastically. Lucky you (or not), Vampire Price rushed to your rescue pulling Johnny off of you with an easiness uncharacteristic of a drunken guy, Soap dropped to the floor with a thud and a crackle, and walked off once he got to his feet Price ushered him away with a wave and an annoyed squint, Ghost was quick to carry Johnny to the yard to get some air to sober him up a bit.

"My hero~" You sighed sitting properly, your dress had raised to your upper thighs so you pulled it down wards, the chilly air got to your panties quick thanks to Soap's surprise attack and you shivered in discomfort missing the way John's jaw tightened. "Next time I get harassed by a werewolf I'll make sure to call you, John." Price didn't laugh and the smile he held didn't reach his eyes, it looked a little forced until he dropped the bomb "You are avoiding me, darling."

"I'm not?" You quickly answered. Were you?

"You are." He affirmed and sat next to you, his arm on the backrest as he accommodated himself to take a better look at you. You sigh feeling defeated, your eyes fell to your hands on your lap trying to think of what to say secretly praying Nila would poop faster and save you from this situation. "I've noticed you have been looking at me oddly tonight, John." His brow ticked but he listened intently, his observing eyes never missed a detail from your face and it was strating to make you even more nervous. "And I... We are friends..." Price's warm hand gently takes one of yours his eyes looking at your manicured nails trying not to stare too deeply into your eyes again seeking to calm your nerves and urging you to continue, his heat didn't comfort you like it always did, not when, if you looked to your right beyond the window you'd see Gus with a determinated look approaching the house.

"Talk to me, sweetheart." He said. This is John. Big handsome John Price, captain of his baseball team, head of the most popular group in all uni, famous among students and teachers alike. "Speak to me..." His voice was low, a soft growl like a crackle of a fire.

Gus was staring at you two from the french doors that separated the yard from the living room, he has a wounded expression, he held two drinks on his hands, an inner battle occurred in his head to decide whether to go inside or run back to Reyes with his tail between his legs. But he waited. He decided to wait and see what you'd do and chose what to do himself afterwards.

Your hand abandoned Price's and went to cup his cheek. John leaned with half lidded eyes and Gus flinched but didn't move a muscle. You had to make a decision, it was now or never. "Please, John. I'd like to remain that way... I like our bond, the time I've been with you, with the whole group, has been so nice... You guys had pulled me from many troubles and got me in new ones" you laughed and his smile softened "I've grown so much with you in the little time we've been together. You are one of the most important people in my life." Price kissed your palm and nodded "But I'm not THE most important."

You two looked to Gus' direction, the Rican jumped a bit on his spot and pretended to be busy inspecting the drinks he held. Your silly bear.

"I understand. I knew it, I gave you time and tried to approach the subject subtly but your heart was already made up." John's voice was as calm and collected as he carried himself. You smiled apologetic and he continued "I still feel strongly for you, (Y/n). But i'd rather see you happy with someone else than miserable with me."

"I don't feel miserable with you." You quickly corrected.

"That's great t' hear, love." He lowly said with sincerity, a dreamy look on his face, his knuckle and thumb nuzzle your cheek. "Find your happiness, and if it doesn't work we'll have your back, I will always be by your side." The brit winked and you grinned, you both got up holding hands before he parted to mingle with the crowd with a final smile and a playful "I'm watching you" gesture to a much relieved Gus who still stood where he was.

Your legs took you to Gus in slow measured steps, your eyes softened, he couldn't help but bless you with a toothy smile when he slid open the glass door and joined you inside. He handed you a red cup a little nervously and licked his lower lip fighting a chuckle when you took it with both hands. You were so adorable. "Bueno, look at you, attracting only the most handsome guy in the party."

"Y'mean John or you?"

"Si."

You laughed throwing your head back. "That'd be you then! You've come to grab some snacks or use the bathroom?" Gus knew you were playing his game, saw his chance and took it. "If you count as a snack, Sure." You smacked him on the chest jokingly with shock written all over your face. "Rodriguez! You DO know how to flirt!" He smiled shy. "Always did. I just chose the wrong people to put it to practice..."

You stepped closer and he immediately leaned in "Am I the right people then? To put it to practice I mean." Gus wore a crocked smile and exhaled, his unoccupied hand placed itself on your waist and you shivered. At this distance you could smell his delicious cologne, it quickly became your favorite smell. "Only if you consent, brujita."

"OH MY GOD!!??"

"AY-!!" Gus jumped back in fright almost dropping his plastic cup to the floor at Nila's loud bark who just stands there in shock, face looking like a surprised emoji, her hands even went to her cheeks. Way to ruin the moment, Nils. You gritted your teeth and looked at her pointedly but she didn't catch it, she walked directly to both of you and to add more awkwardness, Reyes walked in as well further ruining the mood "What the fuck did I miss?" He hissed when he saw Nila's face, your tight-lipped smile and the fright on Gus. "What? Did you all see who just arrived late?"

"Who?" You lifted a brow. "Queen bitch." He replied. Queen bitch?

Like a fucking ghost she emerged from the crowd in the hallway entering the living room looking for the snack table until her wood-colored eyes landed on your gawking group.

Roze scoffed. She dressed up as Vilma and with her, came along two other friends of hers dressed as other Scooby Doo characters. She approached picking up a random sandwich from the table nearby, a cocky smirk playing on her lips. You took Gus' clenching fist and he relaxed a little. Your group, now glaring, repositioned in line having Reyes and Nova closest to where Roze stand.

"If it isn't my favorite group of fools~" She purred Nila was quick to bite "if it isn't the infamous whore." Roze didn't even blink "I'm not the one dressed up as one." The moment her eyes fell to your dress Gus wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close and spat "Watch it." You scoffed, eyes rolling with an unsurprised laugh.

"Gus." She greeted.

"Roze." He greet back.

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"Your turkey neck looks good on you."

"It's a turtle neck. Learn proper English and think before you speak, my dear."

"Oh, I know what i said."

"BAH- HAHAHAHAHA!" Nova exploded in a fit of laughter.

The brunette lifted her brows in surprise and irritation for her laugh and Gus' line "What's with the hostility, Rodriguez? It was you who invited me here in the first place."

What? You looked up at Gus as he bit the skin of his lower lip, a nervous tick he always had. You couldn't help but remove yourself from his side, he didn't fight it... He just let you.

"You did what?" Reyes snarled. Gus sighed "I just wanted to be in good terms with her, I thought we could burry the war axe, be civil." Nila crossed her arms and glared "Is this bitch the reason you were late?" Gus shakes both his head and hands vigorously looking at you "No, no, no, no, what I said was the truth! My sister, Rosita, needed me to drive her-"

"And afterwards you came to my apartment." Roze interrupts. "Why hide it, Gus? You are a good guy unlike them. Can't you just admit you forgave me for my horrendous mistake?" You felt rocks fall down your stomach, Rozlin continued. "Admit our conversation went smoothly and it was oh! So refreshing..." Reyes stopped her mid ramble. "The way you describe it sounds like a fucking deodorant commercial. Get the fuck outta' here! Gus, come on brother... Don't tell me you still wag your tail for this bitch." Gus looks petrified as if he got caught. Was this for real?

"I told you Reyes." You finally spoke up. "I fucking told you." Your voice wavered in sorrow.

Roze munches on her vegetarian sandwich like it's popcorn, Gus looks at you in panic trying to hold your hands but you snatch them away, Nila walks to you trying to comfort you before you storm off and Reyes simply stares angry and confused at Gus' tensed form. "Brujita..."

"Bru-yee-ta my ass, Gus. You finally had the balls to make a move on (Y/n) and you invite your ex!?" Nova couldn't hide her disappointment suffering your woes. Reyes exclaimed "YOU FINALLY MADE A MOVE ON (Y/N)!?"

"WHO SAID I'M HIS EX!?" Roze roared having the gal to sound offended.

That's the last thing you heard before you left the living room to find anyone from your other group and hopefully recover from what just fucking happened.

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You spent fifteen minutes on Gaz's private bathroom upstairs. Five crying and ten trying to collect yourself and fix your makeup.

What were you thinking? That Gus would suddenly move on from Roze having in mind that she messed with his head for so fucking long? You are so stupid... Was this dress too much? Rozlin said you looked like a whore. The same Roze who fucked someone while being with sweet Gus, said YOU looked like a whore.

You were sure she was laughing and talking shit with her friends about how foxy you wanted to look just to gain a fraction of Gus' attention and still fucking failed. Worst part is that she's right. Fuck... FUCK!

A knock on the door made your hands falter almost messing up the new layer of eyeliner you were applying. "Kyle I'm decent, you can come in."

You didn't look away from the illuminating mirror, your puffy eyes heavily focused on the task at hand, your reflection appearing alone until a tall shadow stood right behind you. "(Y/n)."

You bit your lip. "It's alright, Gus. I'll be out in a bit..." But he didn't move from the spot.

You sighed and finally turned around. He looked at you in sorrow, his pouty lip turned downwards slightly when he saw the state you were in. You sigh again leaving the make up on the sink. He comes closer, tan hands slowly went to take yours as if he was approaching a scared stray kitten and you let him take them, he gave you a light comforting squeeze. His breathing got a little heavy, then he leaned closer caging you to the sink. Gus hugged you, meaty arms embraced your form loose enough to let you move away if you wanted.

"Please, forgive me." He sounded like he was on the verge of tears and you wouldn't have it.

"I can't." He shagged even more and you wrapped your arms around his neck hugging him tightly "I can't be mad at you for being what i always loved about you, Gus."

He looks down at you with a sliver of hope and confusion. "You have always been so compassionate. Always believing in second chances, even for those who had hurt you the most in the past." You nodded and your thumb smeared a stray tear that fell from his eye to his puffy cheek, he sniffed and smiled. "Silly bear. If only, I should be the one apologizing... Roze just got to me." Gus shakes his head, his hand cupping your cheek and he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

He spoke into your hairline "I am the one who invited her, you know Rozlin. But don't you worry, we had a talk and I made clear I didn't want to see her near you."

Were you selfish to feel disappointed knowing he still wanted to remain her friend? Reyes' voice echoed in your mind "you still wag your tail for her." Gus hasn't moved on from Roze. And you must come to terms with that. Gus was clearly not ready. But he wanted to. You could tell by the way he softly looks at you his wet lashes fluttering a little holding the little tears remaining on the rim of his eyes, amber pearls awash with desire reflect the white LED light from the mirror behind you. The softness, the warmth, it wasn't new to you, but the hint of arousal was. He looked heavenly, his lips shining with moisture from a previous lick you missed when you two opened up to each other. You wanted to kiss him and he most certainly wanted to kiss you, his heavy breaths were drawing you in, his aroma, his slutty costume...

But like you said, he wasn't ready.

You leaned in and he did the same with his eyes slowly closing, though you dodged Gus' lips smoothly pressing a hard kiss on his left burning cheek, he halted confused huffing like a frustrated horse earning a little giggle from you before you nuzzled and scratched his stubble placing a peck on the tip of his nose.

"Shall we join the others?"

Gus grit his teeth, it seemed you were throwing to his face the first dismissal he gave you when he first arrived, but the heat and slight slickness of the kiss you planted on his cheek softened the offense. "Tu mandas, brujita..." (As you command, little witch)

And so you two walked downstairs, Ghost who seemed to be on guard duty saw you both coming down and moved but not before gripping Gus' bicep and whispering a low snarl to his ear, you couldn't see the rican's expression but by the looks of it he didn't look intimidated, he nodded Simon off and guided you to your group who was resting on some puffs with a hand on your waist as to not lose you on the crowd. Gus kissed your shoulder and nuzzled his jaw on the crock of your neck telling you he'd be right back before walking back to where you came from.

You didn't have time to react when Nila tugged you by the arm almost making you trip and fall on top of Reyes who sat in the middle of you with a frown. "Feeling better?" Nova asked, and when you were about to respond and sit next to her Reyes manhandled you to sit on his lap. He wasn't one for PDA but he looks worried, he's quiet and his natural frown seems much hardened. "I'm doing good, don't worry you two I was just being a little dramatic. You know me!" Nila didn't seem so convinced and Enzo growled, the hand he kept on your lower back flexed "Next time I see that bitch I'll beat the crap out of her."

"Reyes that's jail."

"ReYeS tHaT's JaIl." He mocking Nova. "I don't give a fuck! And this is the last time I put up with a stun like this, Gus should know better. I was proud when he went back to the house to talk with (y/n) while I made my deals, I didn't even know the idiot would finally gather his shit and make a move and then BANG! He fucking ruins it all by inviting Roze."

"See? This is exactly what she wants! Can we move on from the topic and fucking celebrate the fact that we four are finally fucking together for more than two hours?" You sigh taking Reyes' cowboy hat and putting it on. Nila nods stealing it from your head and he spits a "whatever".

"Alright everyone listen up!" Whoever was in charge of the music lowered down the playlist so Gaz's voice reached everyone in the house. "For those who wanted to play mystery closet and wrote their names on the list we sent, y'can now use the closet we emptied near the stairs. You know the rules, no pissin' on the floor, no revealing who you are and most importantly, do NOT turn the light on, you'll have six minutes to turn yourselves on instead." He laughed with some other people. "Alright! So the closet has a vacant ready, let's see who's taking the first turn!"

Some whistles and cheers were shared amongst the people closest to Gaz who you assume were the ones interested in playing that pervert game. Gaz took a second to re-read the name from the list on his phone. Why the fuck is he looking at you?

"(Y/n) (L/n)! The devil takes the first turn~" Soap and Ghost had the balls to cheer as well. Reyes and Nova shared a look of confusion and then looked at you waiting for an explanation.

"Wait! I didn't even put my name on the list! Gaz there's gotta be some mistake..." But Ghost was already picking you up bridal style carrying you out of the living room, your protests falling on deaf ears. Price made eye contact with Nova when her and Reyes were standing up about to follow you and they understood instantly what was going on.

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"Simon! Come on, man! Put me the hell down."

"Careful what you wish for." Ghost lets you down on your feet right in front of the closet's door. His usually cold eyes held amusement in them, he put a hand on your shoulder and urged you to get in. "Ghost! Are you fucking deaf?"

"Just shut up n' get in there. I promise you won't regret it, doll."

You gulped. This felt wrong. Your so called friends seemed to conspire against you forcing you to hook up with strangers on a closet like you were some desperate girl needy for a quickie. You saw an orange sweater on the corner of your eye by the end of the hall, turning to look you spotted Roze giving you the nastiest glare no one has ever given you, like you just guttered her entire family.

"What the fuck are you looking at, you carrot-looking cunt!?"

Of course you only said that in your head, you glared back flipping her the bird and she was dragged away from the empty hall by Soap who was still drunk as hell but had enough mind to fulfill his role of security during Gaz's party. Your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose. Were you really going to do this...?

"(Y/N), C'MON! CLOCK'S TICKIN!" yelled a drunken Scott from the other side of the hall and you huffed.

Okay. Inhale, exhale... Let's get over this and hope Gus doesn't ask where they had dragged you for six minutes. After gaining some courage you slightly open the closet door and slither in, the sliver of light that manages to enter the dark inside of the closet before you closed the door made you spot a pair of Nikes... Someone was here with you, fuck this is awkward-

The mystery person tugged you in by the shoulders. He was all teeth and tongue when you your chest collided with his, like an octopus, the stranger's hands went from your shoulders to your heated cheeks, later to your neck and waist and finally, one hand landed on your right breast attacking your nipple with his fingers as the other one massaged your bum firmly pressing your body to his. He was eager yet passionate making every second in there count which threw you a little aback until you started taking notice of his length stabbing your naked thigh causing liquid fire to spill from between your legs. You couldn't help but rub him eagerly with the heel of your palm turning his heavy breaths into desperate pants, the adrenaline of the moment motivated you enough to attach his mouth back making him moan in delight. That voice, his curly mane entwining with your fingers, the very noticeable trimmed moustache, the fruity cologne reaching your nosetrils when you planted a kiss on his neck, his height and that tight bodysuit...

You knew who this was, but did he know who you where? The question burned your stomach, familiar sorrow constricted your throat.

You pulled back gasping for air but didn't move an inch from his torching body. He tried seeking your lips in the mist of darkness but you moved your head away making his wet lips kiss your blushing cheek.

He knew something was wrong. You could feel his hands abandoning your weak spots to find your face, Gus' thumbs massaged your cheeks tenderly making you let out a shaky sigh, his face got closer, your mouths stood millimeters apart panting together when he pressed his nose to the side of yours rubbing it in slow, short motions comforting you.

"I never thought I'd get this far." He exhaled, and you gasped, this was the clearest confirmation that who you thought was a stranger was indeed your Gus. Then, he said something that turned your world upside down. "I'm sorry I'm not Price." Your hands slowly rose up to cup his cheeks and you whispered back. "I'm sorry I'm not Roze..."

There was a pregnant pause before he finally replied "I only had eyes for one woman all these years. Now i dare say... My heart was hers even while I was with Rozelin... Maybe even with others before her." Gus' voice was a smooth whisper accent thick, his lips pecked yours tentatively tasting your desire and the words you craved to voice out loud for so long.

You exhaled "I never loved Price. Not the way I love you. He's like an older brother... But you are my world, Gus. You have always been my everything." He swallows your confession with another kiss, this time a little longer but softer, a kiss with a passion born from finally admitting the feelings you both had kept locked from each other for so unfairly long.

He parts a little, and even in the heavy darkness of the closet you could feel the warmth radiating from his golden eyes. "The only reason I haven't told you all this time was because I was afraid of your rejection... I thought I didn't stand a chance so i decided to pursue other women though it didn't heal my love for you, (Y/n) . My last straw was Roze, then we broke up but things weren't the same between you and i... So i started connecting invisible dots and assumed you and Price had a thing for each other. Coño, there's nothing I wanted more than to have you-" you stopped him mid ramble pressing your finger to his lips "Then have me. Have me now, Gus."

Gus lifted your wrist gently pressing a kiss letting out a small whimper. Only then he realizes how long, how truly long, both of you had craved each other, how much sense it made that the few times he made love to Roze or any of the other girlfriends he fished he couldn't finish without his mind projecting a glimpse of your beautiful face.

"You had bewitched me...Te amo, brujita." He moaned in between the kisses he eagerly planted on the hot skin of your arm until he reached your neck. "I love you too, my silly bear." You managed to whimper out. The nickname triggered something in him, his hands groped your body once more while his mouth found yours in the darkness this time more eager, your tongues entwined in a sinful dance causing your arousal to increase. You hopped on him and Gus was quick to haul you up making some space for your legs to hug his slutty waist, you mentally calculated that you two didn't have enough time for a quickie but you certainly had enough to erupt more noises from him feeling his body in ways you had only dreamt up until now. The moment you managed to detach your hot mouth from his to take a fucking breath you proceeded to lick and nibble his neck, he threw his head back with a sinful moan and rocked your waist pressing your wet panties against his erection catching your clit perfectly with the tip of his cock in every rock.

"Fuck, mi vida ... Keep your legs on me, rub yourself on my cock, si? Show me how much you crave it." He whispered sensually biting back his growls for you to understand him. "D-don't have to ask me twice..." You grinned. His big hands massaged your ass with every thrust biting his lower lip and basking on your moans at the exquisite feeling of your hips colliding against each other. Gus was savagely smashing your dripping pussy with his massive erection wetting the material of his thin costume without a care.

He picked a merciless pace, you two were a panting mess when you pressed a particularly hard bite on his shoulder that made him moan loudly "D-dios! (Y/N)...FUCK...!" He sounded like a porn star but you knew Gus was not one to fake during the act, not with the way his rigid muscles spasmed and how clammy his skin felt under your fingertips. He was panting like a dog, his cock twitched and leaked in excitement making you salivate. You craved to have him inside you, to feel his release deep in your womb and tempt your luck to not have him knock you up with his seed. God, the idea made your pussy clench around nothing making your arousal spill further ruining your poor panties and the lower side of his costume. Your hips went wild thrusting back erratically chasing your orgasm, your tongue explored Gus' mouth with emphasis. You were certain if someone was on the hall they'd be hearing near animalistic sounds coming from the cramped place you two hid dry-humping like teenagers.

"Ha... 'This what you want?" You whispered on his mouth, then he replied with a thick accent "I'll rip this fuckin' costume I promise... I'll have you right here, I'll show you what I've been wanting to give you all this time." He sounded so pathetic, so needy, so fucking horny his hands were imprinting themselves on your ass cheeks with his bruising grip. "Fuck me, Gus! To hell with this party..."

Gus bursted the closet's door open with a hard shove careful not to drop you as you still clang to his body wiggling your waist up and down riding the hell out of him. The Rican had begun a difficult trip from the closet's door to the stairs as he kissed messily you and rocked his hips against yours until you reached the end of the hall to find the door to the living room wide open. Some people looked back at you in shock, Gaz grinned and Gus embarrassed let you down hugging your heated self tightly.

"You still have three minutes left!" Gaz laughed but the following words he wanted to yell died on his mouth when he saw your flustered state. Gus pressed you tighter, a deep flush reached the tips of his ears and you were no better still panting and covering Gus' erection with your body.

The brit baffled by the scene shook his head with a smile "Use the guest room... And (Y/n) I don't have to remind you to please throw the covers to the washer after the deed is done, it's common sense." You were too embarrassed to say a thing so you nodded aggressively looking at Gaz apologetically. He's truly an amazing friend...

Talking about true friends, Reyes almost knocked someone off trying to reach you, Nova followed behind with eyes wide as plates and a smile so high it could reach her witch hat. Reyes huffed and handed you two condom wrappers. "Watch yourself Gusito, or the slutty demon will cast an aids spell on you!"

"Thanks and fuck you!" You snatched the condom wrappers Reyes was holding but Gus was quick to stop you giving them back to Enzo who stared confused but with an unwavering smirk. "Gracias but i've brought my own..." Reyes laughed "What? Can't use mine? You've got a small dick or you don't like the quality of my condoms?"

For the first time ever Gus made a comment that demolished Reyes' ego so hard you thought he'd cry, and you and Nila were there to hear it, this felt like you won lottery. "Sorry, Enzo... But i'm sure these are expired and they actually don't even fit me."

Meaning: 1. You don't fuck enough to buy more condoms so this one is probably expired as fuck. 2. Your Funko pop weiner isn't as mighty as mine.

"YOUUUUuuu fucking cunt! You're lucky I love you, baby brother! Go fuck some demon pussy then we'll have a long talk about boundaries and filters." Reyes cried to what Gus looked at him dead in the eye and continued his attack. "Qué. The ones you lack?"

"FUCKIN' WRECKED!" Yelled Nila cheering with other mutual friends, even Gaz not knowing what the epic event of Reyes' downfall meant to you all joined in. "THAT'S MY FRIEND RIGHT THERE! I KNOW HIM!" Reyes was so stunned he couldn't come up with a comeback, the Canadian just stood there dumbfounded and allowed Nila to playfully shake and shove him around celebrating his defeat while laughing uncontrollably. The self-centered bastard of your friend had taken a hit from none other than sweet ol' Gus the care-bear! And this called for a celebratory fuck!

"Don't you worry your pretty head, love. I intend to be the only one taking you down." Your seductive smile could had made him faint, you were so gorgeous. Gus kissed you briefly and bit your lower lip tugging a little in urgency, a giggle scaped you. You two ran upstairs feeling Roze's glare from the crowd, her flaring nosetrils making her look like an angry bull.

"It looks like not only did you gain courage to kiss me but you also demolished Reyes." You giggle to what Gus reply "Hopefully my courage boost doesn't falter til' I'm done with you. Let's get outta here before Reyes regains his composure and beats me to the ground, mi amor..."