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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years

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Appreciation

Pairing: Ryan Sitkowski x Reader x Justin Morrow

Warnings: Smut! (Masturbation, Threesome, Edging (light), Squirting)

Summary: An honest answer to a game of truth or dare ends up making a secret fantasy of Y/N’s come true.

A/N: Okay, I swear I’ll get back to Playing With Fire now. I really just had to get this all out of my system haha

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You sat on the bus with the guys, each of you with a drink in your hand and playing truth or dare like a group of seventeen year olds while town after town flew by outside. “Chris, truth or dare?” Ricky asked, taking a swig from his beer.

“Truth.” Chris finally gave into the truth after getting screwed over for picking dare the last few turns.

“How many fans have you slept with on tour so far?” Ricky asked, knowing Chris had been single for a little too long.

Chris sighed with a laugh, “None, dude, I’m in a drought!”

“Get Chris laid 2020.” Ryan joked and everyone cheered in support.

Vinny smacked Chris’s leg, “That is a little sad, dude. But it’s okay! We’re gonna get you laid.”

He groaned, “I hope that’s not a direct offer from yourself.”

Vinny rolled his eyes, “Please, you wish you could land this hot piece of ass. But don’t worry, I’ll find a girl who’s almost as pretty. Almost.”

You laughed when Chris shoved Vinny away from him with a grin, sipping the drink in your hand. “Okay, Y/N, truth or dare?” Chris asked you, leaning forward.

“Truth.” You answered, really not feeling a dare that turn. Typically, you were pretty good at switching it up between truths and dares.

“Pussy!” Vinny hollered at you, winning him a pillow in the face from you.

Chris hushed him with his hand, “Alright, if you could have a three way with anyone on the bus, who would it be?”

You scrunched up your face at the question, “Perv! Ugh, fine. Me, my electric toothbrush, and one of Ryan’s bottles of wine.” You smirked, thinking you swerved the question with the joke.

AJ shook his head, “Nuh-uh! Actual people!”

Your face fell with a groan, “Ugh! Fine! Uh… Justin and Ryan, I guess.” You tried to make your answer sound flippant so the guys wouldn’t catch on but you couldn’t deny your attraction to both of them. You came onto the crew about a month or two before Devin left and Justin was called in to sub for him.

At first, you were a little worried things would be weird because you were the only girl on a crew that had been entirely male since forever. Despite the fact that you had been immediately attracted to Ryan, you felt like you couldn’t go after any of the men on the crew or in the band because you were scared you’d be that girl who just joined for the cute guys when in reality, you wanted to see the world and needed a job.

About a month later, Devin and the band split and Justin began filling in. At first it was just for Warped Tour so you told yourself not to get too attached, even though you had fallen for him instantly. But then he left Ice Nine Kills and joined Motionless full time and you found yourself stuck in a predicament, having feelings for both Ryan and Justin but not being able to actually have a relationship with them. At least they’d become some of your closest friends though.

“OOOH I knew it!” Vinny shouted triumphantly.

Ryan looked confused, “Knew what?” Thank you for not being weird about this, you silently thanked Ryan.

Vinny pointed at you with his Redbull, “I knew that you liked you and you.” He moved on to gesture at Justin and Ryan.

You rolled your eyes at his immaturity, “Oh please, I do not!” Lie.

Vinny laughed, “Yes you do! Why did you pick them then?”

“Cause it’s a fucking game! Calm down, Vin!” Justin told him, exasperated at his immaturity.

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, nodding to Justin with exasperated eyes. Justin returned the gesture.

Before the next person could ask anything, the bus driver hollered back, “Alright guys! We’re here!”

Everyone cheered as the bus pulled into the hotel, excited to finally sleep anywhere other than this God forsaken bus (it really was fine but living on a bus for months on end with a dozen guys got tiring).

After checking in, you hauled your bags up to your room on the sixth floor. You were the only person with your own room since you were the only girl despite the fact that you insisted that you were fine rooming with one of the guys (you were doing it on the bus anyways). The expenses on these tours grew quick and you were trying to help but their tour manager booked you your own room anyways.

In all honesty, it was really freaking nice. There was a single queen bed in the middle of the room facing the TV. It was really just a standard hotel but you’d forgotten how nice having your own space was. Control over the TV was nice too, excited to finally watch what you wanted to instead of watching the guys play COD or Madden... again.

Tonight, it was game over for you. You drew a long hot bath for yourself, soaking in it with your favorite book. You washed your hair for the first time in what felt like two weeks. You even walked around in the fluffy robe they provided for at least an hour afterwards before changing into an oversized t-shirt the band let you snag from the merch box and underwear, finally feeling comfortable to walk around with no pants on. Hell, room service was even covered today! You felt like a freaking queen.

It also meant that you had some time to, erm, relax. After you found yourself feeling nice and fresh and comfortable, you found yourself lying on the bed, the television still on because you couldn’t help but be paranoid that someone knew what you were doing, despite the fact that there wasn’t anything wrong with it.

But your attention was anywhere but the TV show that was playing. You closed your eyes, imagining Ryan pinning you to the wall and rubbing your core. As you imagined it, your hand dipped down and you began to tease yourself over your navy blue lace panties, the ones that you wore just to feel sexy for this. Your breathing began to get heavy when your fingers made their way down into your panties, finally touching where you ached the most.

In your imagination, Ryan had you gagging on his cock while Justin took you from behind. The two men overloaded your senses. Okay, so maybe you really weren’t lying too much earlier on the bus. Maybe you wouldn’t mind being taken by both of the men.

Your heart was speeding up with your breathing as that knot in your stomach grew and grew. Quiet moans escaped your lips as you fell over the edge. Unfortunately, just you fell into your climax, a knock on the door scared you into removing your hand and straightening up, feeling your walls clench around nothing with no stimulation in your ruined orgasm. You almost could have cried. You hadn’t cum in so long.

I swear to God, you thought, someone better be dying.

You quickly readjusted and before opening the door to see none other than Ryan and Justin. You blushed a deep red, just at the sight of them, humiliated that of course the two men you had just cum to the thought of were right in front of you. “Oh, hey.” You said quietly, trying to subtly adjust back to normal.

“Hey, can we come in?” Ryan asked, nodding towards the inside of your room.

Your eyebrows raised, “Have you guys been drinking?” They weren’t acting drunk but honestly, it took them a few minutes to show it sometimes and this was your night to not have to deal with a hoard of drunk men.

They both scoffed. “I’m offended that you would even think that!” Justin touched his chest in mock offense.

“You downed a whole bottle of wine yourself the other night! And you were definitely a few beers too many in that night too.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned against the door.

“Okay, fine, but I swear we haven’t been drinking tonight.” Justin insisted.

“Can we just come in?” Ryan asked, joking exasperation.

You laughed, “I would say yes but I’m actually pantsless at the moment so…” You shrugged.

Ryan chuckled, “Please, it’s not like we all live together for over half the year anyways.”

“Ugh, fine, you have a point. Come on in.” You left the door open and let them inside, pulling your shirt down as far is it would go. At this point, it honestly was more of a dress that went down to your knees so it wasn’t like anything was showing anyways.

The tall men followed you into the room and you could tell there was something weird about the way they were acting, “So what’s up?” You asked, trying to figure out why they were acting so weird.

“We, um, we actually had something we wanted to talk to you about.” Ryan started, wringing his hands together.

You grimaced and closed your eyes, “Guys, if this is about earlier. It was a game and that’s it. There’s no need to be all weird about it!”

“No, no, no!” Justin hurried, “I mean, that is actually kinda why we’re here… but not like we’re trying to make you feel weird about it!”

You groaned, “There’s nothing to talk about! This is weird.”

Justin took a step towards you and brushed down your arm with his hand with an energy you’d never felt from him before. It made you uneasy but it also sent a shiver down your spine. A shiver that you definitely liked. “Actually there is something to talk about.” Ryan moved towards you as well but stepped more behind you. “See, after hearing what you said, we figured that you do so much for the band, honestly more than almost anyone else, that maybe we could show you how much we appreciate you.”

“I really don’t do that much more than anyone else.” You tried your best not to lean into Ryan’s body behind you but there was this polarizing effect these men had on you.

Ryan scoffed, “Please. You help with merch, set-up and break-down, finance management. It’s like you’re a second tour manager.” He stepped closer behind you, his chest nearly pressed against your back and you could have sworn your heart stopped.

These boys were up to something and you knew it.

“Exactly,” Justin continued, his voice low, “And we’ve been trying to figure out how to say thanks for a while now. What you said earlier gave us an idea.”

Suddenly, Ryan’s lips gently pressed against your neck, shivers running down your spine at the contact, “If you don’t want this, tell us to stop and we can pretend like it never happened.”

You found your head rolling back into his touch before something occurred to you, “You guys really don’t need to. I know this is probably weird for you.” Your voice was almost more of a whisper than an actual objection.

A small smile appeared on Justin’s face, a slight chuckle escaping as he leaned in and kissed you ever so slightly on the lips, leaving you craving more, “We’ve already talked about it and we’re okay. But we need to make sure this is something you want. Just say the word and we can stop.”

Both men pulled away from you just enough to show that they were waiting for your response. There was no way this was happening. This kind of stuff didn’t just happen, right? “I want this.”

And just like that, Ryan’s lips were back on your neck and his hands gripped your hips. Justin leaned back down and captured your lips in his, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

You sighed from the overwhelming feeling of both of them, their tongues on your skin, Ryan’s hands trailing up your sides, Justin’s hands massaging your breasts.

“How about we get this off?” Justin suggested, tugging your shirt over your head, revealing your bare breasts. His head dipped down and began sucking and biting the sensitive flesh, his tongue rolling over your nipples. From behind, Ryan’s hand came up and around your throat, gently guiding your head back to lean against his shoulder to give Justin better access to your breasts.

Ryan kept one hand gripped lightly around your throat while his other hand trailed down around your front and into your panties where he ran his fingers through your folds, “Already so wet for us.” He realized though, that you were almost too wet right now, “Were you playing with yourself before we got here.”

You tried to answer but his grip on your throat made it come as more of a whispered squeak. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Justin asked, coming up from your breasts.

Ryan’s hand loosened up enough for your to speak and ran down your chest. You took a deep breath, finally not having your airway restricted before nodding much less shy than you meant to. “Girls gotta have a little fun too.” You said boldly.

Both men chuckled a little and came to stand in front of you. “We’re here for that now, baby.” Ryan’s eyes were blown wide with lust as he bit his lip and stared at your naked body, your panties the only thing covering you. “Why don’t you get out of those and then climb onto the bed for us.” He nodded up towards your still made bed.

Slowly you obeyed, turning around so your back faced them and then slowly slid your panties down, making a show of it and bending over so they saw everything. “Such a fucking tease.” Justin sighed behind you.

As you walked over to the bed, you could hear the shuffling of fabric behind you. When you made it there, you turned and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping your legs closed tightly, trying to get any friction on your aching core. Justin and Ryan had rid themselves of everything but their boxers, both of their bulges quite prominent.

In the back of your mind, all you could think of was the fact that this whole situation could ruin your friendship and the dynamics of the group but you wanted it so badly right now that you weren’t thinking rationally. You wanted them.

The two men came closer to you and as they did, you reached out towards them and began to palm them through their boxers. Justin threw his head back at the contact and Ryan closed his eyes, a strangled moan sighing from his lips. Justin reached down and grabbed your wrist though, “Tonight’s for you.”

“Maybe I want to do this.” You looked up at both of the men through your long lashes to see them look hesitant for a moment but they shrugged.

“Go ahead then, I guess.” Ryan laughed a little but it was cut off by you reaching into his boxers and removing his erection, making him gasp. He was definitely nothing to be disappointed about. After taking Justin into your other hand, you saw that Justin was slightly larger in all aspects but Ryan was still definitely impressive.

You leaned to your right, taking Justin into your mouth as far as you could, swirling your tongue around the tip. He groaned loudly as you pulled off of him with a pop of your lips. Your hand continued to work him while you did the same to Ryan. Quiet moans fell from both of their lips as you twisted your hand around their members.

Leaning over, you took Ryan into your mouth, first licking up his shift and then focusing on the tip with your tips. Precum leaked from his tip, further slicking up his shaft as you took him into your mouth. Ryan reached down to gather your hair in his fist, using it to gently guide your head up and down. When he hit the back of your throat, your throat tensed up reflexively, tightening around his cock. “Fuck, baby.” Ryan groaned out.

“How about you lay back, sweetheart.” Justin suggested, removing his shaft from your grip. You could tell by the way he was panting that he had been close and was trying to regain his composure. You obeyed, leaving both of them to climb on the bed.

You realized that you didn’t quite know the logistics of all this though. “So, how exactly do we…” You bit your lip, feeling awkward all of a sudden.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Ryan demanded, his sudden dominance sending a shiver down your spine. You climbed onto your hands and knees, ass sticking in the air. Ryan climbed onto the bed as well, lying on the bed in front of you. His cock stood tall in front of your face so you did the first thing you could think of and replaced your mouth on his cock, now able to take him deeper in this new position.

Ryan chuckled a little, closing his eyes, “Fuck, so eager.” His hands ran through your hair again, brushing it all over to one side.

Justin came to stand behind you, one of his hands rubbing over your back and then down to your ass. With his other hand, he rubbed his tip through your folds and over your clit, making you moan around Ryan’s cock, sending him crazy. Just as Justin began to enter you, he pulled out quickly, smacking your ass.

You jumped at the unexpected blow, Ryan’s cock falling from your mouth. “Wow.” You giggled a little, still shocked that he smacked you but not opposed to it.

Justin noticed, “Sorry, sweetheart. Your ass just really looked good and I had to. I’ll stop if you want.” He soothed the area he hit with his palm.

You shook your head, “No, no, I kinda liked it. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

You could almost feel the cocky smirk on his face as he swatted you again, “Good cause I really wanted to do it again.” You bit your lip as your body jolted forward again.

You began working Ryan in your mouth again, your hand moving up and down what you couldn’t fit. Justin gently entered you from behind, both of you moaning at the new feeling. “You’re so fucking tight. Holy shit.” His pace was slow at first but once you all got adjusted, he sped up. Your body bounced between the two men, Ryan going further into your mouth every time Justin pounded into you.

Your senses were on fire, the feeling of being filled so completely becoming overwhelming. The knot in your stomach quickly built until you were shaking to the point where you couldn’t keep sucking Ryan off. Your eyes had slid shut and your arms collapsed under your pressure and you face down on the bed between Ryan’s legs. Your mouth had fallen open as you whimpered. Ryan began stroking himself to the sight in front of him, you being railed ass up and he focused on the delicious sounds coming from you.

Your walls began to clench as you were just about to fall over the edge but Justin quickly pulled out before you could. You almost cried, “Justin!”

He rubbed your ass again, “Awe, I’m sorry. I promise, it’ll be better this time when you do cum. Now flip over on your back.”

Still frustrated at him, still wanting to cum so bad, you obeyed. Justin helped you readjust until your head was hanging off the edge of the bed and your body was lying across it still. Ryan came up close to you and sat back on his knees, grabbing your legs and pulling them around his waist. He slowly entered you, his cock rubbing all along your g-spot in this new angle. “Fuck.” You whimpered, grabbing your breasts.

Justin stood at the foot of the bed, his large cock wavering in front of your face, “Is this alright?”

You nodded, proactively guiding his cock into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. Both of the men tried an experimental thrust or two, trying to set a good rhythm. Once they found it, it was game over for you.

Both Justin and Ryan slammed into you hard. You were a moaning mess around Justin’s cock which drove him insane. Ryan gripped your hips so tightly, you knew there’d be bruises you’d have to hide. “You feel so fucking good.” Justin praised, bending over and sucking on your breasts while he thrust down your throat.

“You take us so well, baby.” Ryan’s praise turned you on.

Justin’s cock twitched in your mouth and you could tell he was close. He quickly stood back up and removed himself from your mouth. Pumping himself a few last times, he bust all across your chest, your tits covered in his seed. “Fuck-” He groaned, eyes shut as he slowed down his movements.

Ryan kept ramming into you with a force you never thought possible of the man. That knot in your stomach returned and you found yourself gripping the bed sheets beneath you, “Fuck, Ryan, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” You kept saying, eyes closed shut as you felt your orgasm building. You could already tell that this was stronger than any orgasm you’d had before.

“Keep your eyes open. I wanna watch you fall apart.” Justin demanded. Your eyes slid open just in time to see Ryan slip his thumb down onto your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles which threw you overboard.

Electricity burst through your body as you came. You let out a high pitched moan, much louder than you ever expected, and your body shook. Ryan kept working your through your orgasm, “Holy fuck!” Ryan exclaimed, his thumb still running over your clit as you just kept cumming.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” It was all you could say, all you could comprehend. You’d never cum this hard or long in your life.

“Y/N…” Ryan groaned out as he came inside you, the clenching over your walls sending him overboard.

He pulled out when finally, you came down from your orgasm.

“Holy fucking shit!” Justin laughed, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You sat up on your elbows, legs still spread around Ryan’s waist. You saw the sheets soaked and a liquid other than sweat on Ryan’s torso. “Oh my gosh. I am so sorry!” You covered your face, absolutely humiliated.

Ryan reached up and removed them caringly, “Don’t be sorry! I’ve never seen a girl actually squirt like that and it was so fucking sexy.”

“Round two?” Justin suggested and you laughed, lying back down and brushing your sweaty hair out of your face.

“Gimme a sec.” You laughed.

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yournecessaryevil · 19 days

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💀 Callsign: Motionless 💀

🖤COD! CHRIS CERULLI X READER ONESHOT🖤

You were the new recruit they brought on to assist TF141, and your first week with everyone was supposed to be a guaranteed breeze. There's just one problem: you and the Lieutenant they assigned to train you don't exactly get along...

• fluff; language; slight angst

You hated him.

You'd only been with your task force for the short span of one week, and already, you despised him, with every fibre of your being.

Sure, you were the newest recruit, which meant you still had a lot to learn, but if you were being perfectly honest, Lieutenant Cerulli's teaching methods were a bit... harsh? Grating, unorthodox, even?

"Again."

Ugh, speak of the devil, and he shall appear, right?

Cerulli's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his tone firm and demanding.

You gritted your teeth, sneaking a sideways glare at him out of the corner of your eye. You hated the way he stood there watching you, brown eyes narrowed, him and his perfect tactical vest with the stupid little patch that had his callsign embroidered on it in fancy white letters, 'MOTIONLESS'.

Fuck him and his perfect stupid eyebrows and piercings and ink, and his perfect voice that could simultaneously melt your insides as well as cut you down to the bone.

Your hands curled into fists as you stood up, digging the toe of one of your boots into the protective mat on the floor. The two of you had been at it for hours now it seemed, the private training gym the only witness to the grueling torture Lieutenant Cerulli had been putting you through.

"I don't see why we have to keep doing this, it's-" you began to protest.

"-an important fucking life skill you need to learn. Now quit whining and go," Cerulli cut in sharply. You huffed in irritation, shooting a glare in his direction before charging towards him, your leg up and ready to drop kick him-

And just like the previous twelve times you'd tried, you were down on the mat in an instant, your wrists pinned beneath his, one of his legs keeping both of yours pinned to the mat.

Letting out a frustrated growl, you went to tug your wrists free from his grip, making an attempt to shove him away from you, but Cerulli wouldn't budge.

"No. You're gonna sit here and tell me what went wrong this time," he said with a shake of his head, before helping you sit up.

You avoided his gaze, instead keeping your eyes fixed on the dark blue mat beneath you. "Too slow," you muttered. "No," came Cerulli's instant reply.

Gritting your teeth, you finally let your eyes meet his, both of you staring at each other through narrowed eyes.

"I don't fucking know-"

"Your form is fucking pathetic, you're distributing your weight in all the wrong places, and your attitude fucking stinks," Cerulli snapped.

That was it, you were done.

Pulling yourself into a standing position, you glared down at him. "I'm done," you spat.

His jaw clenching, Cerulli stood up as well, the height difference between the two of you just a little bit intimidating.

"You're done when I say you're done!" he hissed. Your hands curled into fists at your sides again, but you stood your ground, staring him down, refusing to be the first to break eye contact.

You were starting to see why everyone had a rather unpopular opinion about Lieutenant Cerulli. The man was impossible to work with, his teaching methods harsh, his demeanor cold and unforgiving.

On impulse, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind, the two words easily slipping off the tip of your tongue.

"Fuck. You."

A muscle in Cerulli's jaw twitched, his eyes narrowing, the irises seeming to darken.

For the briefest of seconds, you wondered if perhaps you'd gone just a bit too far, until he slowly ran one inked hand through his dyed purple hair, his gaze growing cold.

"Get out. We're fucking done. As of tomorrow, you're no longer my problem," he hissed, pointing towards the doors to the gym.

Good fucking riddance, right?

With an irritated glance in his direction, you abruptly turned on your heel, not bothering to look back as you stormed out of the gym, letting the doors slam shut behind you.

Well.

Today's practice could have gone a lot better. No, fuck that, today's practice should have gone a lot better.

After you had left in a huff, Chris had stayed behind, wanting to give himself some time to calm down.

It wasn't that he was mad at you, persay.

It was more so the fact that you had given up so fucking easily, hadn't even tried to give it your all.

Not even a day after you had been introduced to the team, it had been determined that he himself, the one they called 'Motionless', would be in charge of overseeing your training, tasked with the job of shaping you into something more than just a rookie, something better, a valuable asset to their task force.

And it had gone well for the first couple of days. Or at least, he thought it had.

Up until today, that is.

The two of you had been here in the private training gym since 10am, working on turning you from the shiny new recruit into a powerhouse of a cadet. The only problem? You were stubborn as hell, insistent on doing things your way, even though time and effort had shown your methods to be flawed.

He was only trying to do his fucking job, after all. The same job he'd done countless times before, with nearly every new recruit that came into their squad bay.

So why did this particular job affect him this badly?

Why did you affect him this badly...?

It wasn't like he was asking you to move mountains for him, no. He simply wanted someone he could be proud of, someone who could easily defend themselves if their team was down for the count, someone who he wouldn't have to hear had died in action, or been taken hostage, or god knows what.

The mere thought had Chris grimacing in distaste as he sighed, heading for the gym doors. He only wanted you to be able to defend yourself, that was all. The world could be an unkind place sometimes...

"He's arrogant, and cold, and a complete dick."

One corner of your mouth tugged itself up in a brief snarl as you sat there at the table in the mess hall, conversing with some of your fellow team members.

The smallest one, the one you've heard people call Vinny, spoke up, shifting slightly in his seat across from you. "He's not that bad, you just gotta figure him out. Pretty easy to get along with after that," he shrugged.

Easy for him to say, he and the three other people sitting here already had it in good with Lieutenant Cerulli. Upon you pointing this out, Vinny shrugged again, an unbothered look on his face.

"That's because we've been here longer. Give it some time," his teammate cut in, blue eyes finding yours with a wink. You sighed, your gaze dropping from his to settle on the little patch fixed to his tactical vest, the word 'HORROR' embroidered in a neat white font.

That's the other thing that bothered you about Cerulli's teaching methods. Everyone else had a callsign they went by, except for the new recruits who came in. Everybody here at the table had one, 'HORROR', 'SACHETTI', 'SKIEZ', even one with the more normal callsign of simply 'JUSTIN'.

Everybody had a designated name, a sign of place here, a sign that they were acknowledged, respected, valid. But you'd come to discover that here, as a part of this team and this base, titles didn't come easily. You had to fucking earn them.

Every new recruit before you had earned theirs, they had fought and trained to claw their way into the system, they had fucking earned their place here. Cerulli had told you so, himself.

But you?

You were still the fresh, shiny new rookie who everyone assumed knew nothing because you were young, you were small, you had only been here a week...

You'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't sting a little, the way everyone seemed to view you here. Sure, the teammates sitting here at the table had treated you fairly enough, but everyone else? If you weren't bearing a callsign and a knowledge of how to defend yourself, you weren't worth their time...

"Hey."

Horror's voice cut into your thoughts, making your gaze snap up to meet his.

"I know it might seem like he's riding you a little too hard right now, but... I promise, his heart's in the right place. Give him a chance, out of everyone here, he's your best shot when it comes to training. You didn't hear this from me and if you ever repeat it, I'll kick your ass, rookie... but I would trust Cerulli with my life, more than I'd trust myself."

"We all would," Vinny cut in, both of his teammates beside him nodding in agreement.

"Give him some time. He might seem like a dick, but his methods work," Justin agreed, offering you a light half-smile.

You stared down at the tabletop for a second, not really seeing it as you contemplated what they told you, turning it over in your mind.

You knew what you should do. It wasn't what you wanted to do, by any means. But if what they told you was true, then... maybe it needed to be done.

Maybe you should gather up what was left of your dignity and go crawling back to Cerulli to apologize. Or, at the very least, to see if he'd give you a second chance at training.

You could be the bigger person here, right? Take all of his teachings with a grain of salt, so to speak?

Ugh...

With a groan, you shoved your plate of food away from you, resting your head facedown atop your crossed arms.

"I know, I know. But I'm telling you... if you give him a chance and show him that you actually have a desire to learn? It'll be the best decision you've ever made, rookie," Horror said, his tone laced with amusement.

Would it though?

With another quiet grumble, you slowly lifted your head, exchanging a glance with Vinny, who grinned. "Want me to let him know you're heading down there?"

You immediately shook your head at him, a grimace marring your features. "No, please don't. It's embarrassing enough that I have to go back and apologize to him..."

"Then do us a favor and kick his ass, I guess? It'd be kind of satisfying to know Chris had his ass handed to him by our newest recruit," Horror grinned.

Hmm... that was a rather tempting thought... to take everything Cerulli taught you and really give it back to him...

"Alright, fine. Deal," you agreed, getting up from the table. "Oh and... thanks, Horror. I kind of needed that, I guess," you added softly.

Shrugging, he gave you a light mock-salute in response.

"Sure. And, from now on... no Horror. Only Ricky."

Nodding, you bade your teammates farewell before slinking out of the mess hall, determined to find Cerulli and make good on your promise.

You only hoped he'd actually give you a second chance and not let it go to his head...

"Have Jensen work with you more on it tomorrow, your aim's a little off. Go get some rest."

Chris watched one of the recruits he'd been training retreat into the distance, the smell of smoke and polishing oil still heavy in the air on the rifle range.

And then something caught his eye.

Or rather, someone.

Your figure gradually became more detailed as you approached, and Chris internally groaned.

If you were here to give him more shit and another lovely 'Fuck you', he wasn't having it...

But the look on your face told a different story. Your brows were drawn together in worry, any traces of your usual anger and frustration gone, a look of nervousness in place.

He waited until you were about four feet away from him before he spoke up, his voice cold.

"If you're here to train, go ask someone else."

But your response surprised him a little, catching him off guard.

"I actually came to apologize..."

You... come again??

"What-" he began, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

"No, let me finish. I, um... I talked to Horror, er, I mean Ricky. I talked to Ricky and the others, and... and they told me to come back here and give you another chance. I... I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry."

Huh. Leave it to Rick to sort things out behind the scenes, ever the peacemaker as always....

Silence settled between the two of you for a moment, before Chris spoke up.

"Why?"

That one word lingered there in the air, and your brows furrowed in confusion. "Why, what? Why... am I sorry, or...?" you asked, trailing off.

"No. Why did you give up on me? Why the fuck'd you decide you were done?"

"I..." your voice faltered for a moment, your gaze dropping to stare down at the grassy field, and Chris watched as you frowned, digging the toe of your boot into the grass.

Fourteen.

Fourteen times.

It was a habit he'd noticed you had, whenever you were uncertain or anxious. Not every recruit had little tics or habits they'd pick up, but the few that did? Chris noticed.

He always noticed, especially more so when it came to you.

Fourteen times this past week that you'd been here, fourteen times he'd seen you dig the toe of your boot into whatever surface you were standing on, your hands and fingers fidgeting either in front of you or at your sides.

Fourteen times he'd stopped to watch you, his attention utterly fucking captivated by you.

Slowly, he took one step towards you, followed by another, and still another, until he was a mere foot away from you.

"Is it because you don't think you're good enough? You don't think you have what it takes, or what?" he asked softly, trying to keep his tone gentle.

The way you avoided his gaze immediately after he asked the question told him everything he needed to know.

"Do you really think you're not worthy of a place here? Is that it?" he continued, the mounting tension in the air becoming more palpable.

Almost an entire minute or two went by without you answering him, and he started to repeat the question until you finally did answer him, your voice surprisingly strained and sounding on the verge of breaking.

"No."

You didn't have to specify for him to know what that single word meant.

He could feel it, could see the way you thought of yourself as you stood here in front of him.

And for some reason, he didn't like it.

He hated it.

He hated the newfound knowledge of how you saw yourself, how it seemed everyone else had been seeing you, since the day you'd arrived.

You really didn't think you were worthy of a place here, did you? The thought that he himself might have been a contributing factor in that made him feel sick.

Fuck... if he'd stopped for just a second to try and see things your way, see how it felt to be an outsider-

But he did know how it felt.

Memories of his first week as a frightened, inexperienced new recruit flashed through his mind, images of a young, dark-haired boy who had no clue what the fuck he was doing...

Chris swallowed hard, his gaze locked on you as he spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You... deserve to be here. You know that, don't you?"

"Do I?"

Your immediate response, the way you mumbled the question without even bothering to look at him, it made his insides feel sick.

And he'd been hard on you today...

Granted, he was hard on everyone who fell under his guidance, but... you were different.

More fragile and feeling and human than the others, you had caught his attention almost right away.

And when they'd insisted he be the one to train you-

Holy fuck.

He'd figured it out.

The sudden realization had him internally reeling, absolutely losing it.

He'd been harder on you than the others because... he cared more.

He cared almost too much, surely more than what was appropriate, right?

Fuck...

Swallowing hard, he reached out towards you for a second, his hand lingering there in the space between you, before he let it fall back to his side.

Steeling himself to avoid the tears he could feel burning at the edge of his vision, he gritted his teeth, before gesturing to his left, the movement finally capturing your attention.

"Headphones. Weapon. Now."

Your eyes widened for a moment, your voice faltering as you spoke.

"What are you-"

He cut you off midsentence, his tone hardening, though his gaze remained soft as he stared down at you.

"I'm training you."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, catching you off guard and making your breath hitch in your throat.

You'd come out here to apologize, expecting him to turn you away with a refusal of said apology, and instead... he was giving you a second chance?

Swallowing hard, you slowly turned and grabbed a set of the soundproof headphones out of the box nearby, plugging one end of the attached cord into the wireless comm pack, the other end connecting to the headphones themselves, before tucking the comm pack into the front pocket of your tactical vest.

You watched as Lieutenant Cerulli did the same, reaching up with one inked hand to turn on the comm link and adjust the mic, and after doing the same, you could hear his voice come through the speakers.

"Weapon, now."

Without a word, you followed his order, grabbing one of the rifles propped up nearby, the weight of the weapon seeming almost too heavy and unfamiliar in your hands.

You weren't scheduled for rifle range practice until at least a week or two from now, surely he had to have known that...?

Upon telling him so, Cerulli shrugged, casting you a sideways glance before gesturing towards the targets out in the distance.

"Doesn't matter. I'm teaching you now. And I expect you to be willing to learn. I also expect you to hit at least one of those."

You followed his gaze, staring out at the targets sitting on the grassy field. From here, they looked to be at least a mile or more away, surely too far to even graze with a bullet, right?

No, no... you were determined to get this.

This morning's practice may have gone terribly, but that didn't mean this one would.

Taking a deep cleansing breath, you moved to stand where he wanted you, lifting the weapon in your hands.

And almost immediately, Cerulli's voice came through the speakers.

"No. Your stance is off. Here, look."

You felt one of his legs nudge yours apart, correcting your stance, before an inked hand came into view, reaching forward to adjust the position of the rifle in your hands.

"Look through the little lens, until you have the center of the target in your crosshairs. And when you pull that trigger, keep as tight a grip as you can, because there's gonna be some kickback from the rifle. It'll knock you on your fucking ass if you're not paying attention."

You nodded, taking another deep breath before doing as he said, looking through the lens. From here, that target looked so fucking tiny, nearly impossible to hit.

"I can't do this-" you started.

"Yes, you can. You can and you will."

Cerulli's voice was quiet in your ears, his tone gentle, and you could feel the close proximity of him behind you as he reached forward to make a slight adjustment to the rifle again, his fingers brushing briefly across yours before he let go.

"I want you to focus, and really try for me. You can do this, I know you can. Stop second guessing yourself, Y/N..."

His touch, combined with the use of your actual name, instead of his usual 'rookie' pet name for you, sent electric tingles down your spine, your heart stumbling over itself within the confines of your ribcage.

Your throat suddenly felt tight, your mind racing as you tried desperately to remember what he'd told you, how to correctly aim and fire.

Swallowing nervously, you looked through the lens again, taking a deep breath and curling your finger around the trigger. A mere second passed before you brought that finger down a little tighter, squeezing the trigger.

Even with the protective headphones, you could still hear the bullet as it left the chamber, could smell the scent of gunsmoke and oil as it left its home. And Cerulli had been right, there was indeed some kickback from the rifle.

But you dug the heels of your boots into the ground, trying to stay firmly in place. Still, you stumbled backwards a little, your back meeting Cerulli's chest, his hands instantly coming up to your shoulders to steady you.

"Good, but your aim was a little off, I want you to try again."

His tone was far less harsh than it had been this morning, his whole demeanor vastly different.

A part of you wanted to look back, to see if the heat you felt gathering in your cheeks would be reflected in those brown eyes of his.

But the bigger part of you insisted on staying focused, on seeing your training through.

Steeling yourself, you cast a brief glance out towards the target in the distance. He was right, your aim was more than a little off.

You could see from here the impact left by the bullet, the mark nowhere close to the center.

Looking through the lens to correct your aim, you took a deep steadying breath before pulling and releasing the trigger again, preparing yourself for the anticipated kickback.

It came a little easier this time, your weight being distributed a bit more evenly in order to keep your feet firmly on the ground.

And when you glanced out at the target, you found yourself a little too satisfied that the mark had hit a bit closer to home this time.

"Again," came Cerulli's velvet voice in your ears, his presence behind you more noticeable as he took one half-step closer to you.

Trying your hardest to ignore the sudden distraction, you nodded, taking aim before firing again, the crack of the bullet loud in the late afternoon air. You watched the target, taking note of how much closer the bullet had hit.

"Slight improvement, Y/N. Again, one more time."

You shifted your weight a little, taking aim one last time, making sure the target was dead center in the crosshairs before you pulled the trigger, the bullet leaving its mark just a touch away from the center of the target, this time.

You dared to glance over your shoulder for a brief moment, and when your eyes met his, your breath trembled as it left your slightly parted lips. The look in his eyes, on his face, it was the only time you'd ever seen him look even remotely... proud...

The longer you kept your eyes locked on his, the more you noticed the way his irises seemed to darken, one corner of his mouth twitching into what looked like a smirk before it was gone.

"So...?" you asked, your voice coming out in a breathless whisper. You nervously cleared your throat before continuing. "How'd I do...?"

Cerulli's response came in an instant, his voice low and hoarse as he kept his eyes fixed on you.

"Good- good fucking job, Y/N..."

You barely had time to crack the tiniest of smiles before Cerulli was holding up a finger towards you, reaching with his other hand to unholster the handgun he kept at his side at all times.

With a slight tremble, he reached out with one inked hand to pass the sleek black weapon to you, waiting for you to take it.

"I want to try something new with you..."

The words left his mouth before even he knew what was happening, what he was doing.

But to his surprise, you wordlessly set aside the rifle, taking the smaller weapon from his hand and immediately settling back into your previous stance, your feet firmly planted on the ground, though your gaze never left his for a second.

"Like this?"

Your voice reached his ears through the speakers, your tone soft and tentative, a vast change from the fiery attitude you'd displayed for him this morning.

He nodded, swallowing hard past the new, unfamiliar emotions building up within himself.

His throat suddenly felt dry, his palms unusually slick with sweat, and why the fuck was his heart stuttering every so often instead of beating like it was supposed to-

Oh.

Well, fuck.

His eyes widened momentarily before he fought to quickly regain his composure, moving to stand behind you.

Reaching up with one hand, he tried hard to focus on helping you adjust your grip on the handgun, instead of focusing on how he could feel the warmth of your back against his chest, or the way you smelled faintly of strawberries and something slightly floral, was that... roses?

His jaw tensing a little, Chris leaned back, his hand slipping from yours, though his fingers lingered just a moment longer than necessary, as he watched you.

"S-same thing as before. Take aim, and... well, you know."

"Fire," came your response, a hint of sudden amusement in your voice. He nodded, unable to keep one corner of his mouth from lifting in a brief smirk.

"Exactly."

He watched as you stood there, inhaling for a second before letting it go, pulling the trigger, the crack of the bullet leaving its chamber a satisfying sound to his ears.

And when he looked out in the distance and saw how close you'd come to hitting that target dead fucking center...

You were a quick learner, once you got out of your own head and stopped being so stubborn. He could see it now, anyone could.

Hell, if you'd let him, he could probably shape you into one of the best recruits he'd ever taught, turn you into an absolute powerhouse of a soldier, maybe even help you earn Ghost status on TF141, a position that was highly strived for and sought after by many, but earned by so very few.

You didn't even have your callsign yet, you hadn't quite earned it yet. But by the time he was done with you...

'Bet you could have her coming undone for you...' the sudden errant thought slipped unbidden into his head before he could stop it, and he could feel the heat rush to his face.

Fuck, he needed to quit thinking like that, he knew it was wrong, it was so fucking wrong, and besides, would you even feel the same way he did-?

The sharp crack of another bullet leaving the chamber snapped him out of his thoughts, and he watched in shock as this time, finally--

Holy fuck.

It hit dead center in that target.

He stood there, his eyes widening, mouth slightly open in surprise as you immediately turned around, the biggest grin on your face.

"Bam. Dead center!"

The excitement in your voice was all too infectious, and he found himself starting to smile, a sense of newfound pride for you welling up inside him.

And when you locked eyes with him, giving him a wink and another excited little smile, something inside himself clicked into place, the decision made before he could stop it.

So it was just like that, all too suddenly, without practically any warning, that he was leaning down towards you, moving his and your mics out of the way, his mouth finding yours in the briefest of kisses, and oh fuck, what the fuck was he doing, what if you didn't-

But then there you were, yet again catching him off guard today, kissing him back, your mouth soft and yielding against his, your body arching into his touch, the handgun slipping from your fingers to land in the grass at his feet, your hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, tugging softly-

Fuck, you were like heaven to him-!

The softest of groans left his throat, and he could've sworn he heard his name fall from your lips for a moment, before the two of you finally parted, standing there staring at each other, breath coming out in quiet gasps.

He could see the heat flooding your cheeks, could feel the warmth coming from you, took notice of the way your eyes darkened with barely concealed desire.

So it wasn't just him, then.

You could feel it, too...?

Almost like you could hear his unspoken question, you gave a slight nod, your breath coming out in soft pants before you spoke.

"That was... um, yeah. Fuck. Wow."

It wasn't enough, hearing your voice filtered in through the speakers, Chris needed to hear it in person. Reaching up to shut off the comm link on his headphones, he tugged them off, watching as you did the same, discarding them back in their bin, before retrieving his weapon from the grass and reholstering it.

"You, uh... job well done today, Y/N," he said, awkwardly extending a hand out towards you. You eyed it dubiously, not shaking it and instead raising a brow at him as you gave him a confused look.

"We're back to formalities now...?"

The way you asked the question, the slight tinge of poorly concealed hurt starting to reflect there in your eyes, Chris didn't like it.

"I- you-" he scrambled to try and find a proper response, not wanting to leave you hanging. "We... we can't do that again-" the words seemed to tumble from his mouth, one right after the other.

And the injured look on your face, the way you swallowed hard, your eyes taking on a glassy look before you quickly blinked, hoping he wouldn't see-

Fuck. It was a lie, and he knew it. He couldn't do that to you, couldn't lie to you like this, it wasn't fair to you.

"I- Y/N, sweetheart, look at me. I... can't be the reason they make you leave. Because they will. And... and you won't get your callsign, you-"

"I don't care."

You cut him off midsentence, those three words giving him pause.

"You- what?"

You repeated those three words, your gaze hardening as you stared up at him, your resolve never wavering even as your eyes remained on the verge of swimming with unshed tears.

"I... I think maybe I thought, if I hated you enough, it wouldn't matter how I felt about you. I thought maybe if I didn't let myself care enough, it wouldn't fucking matter someday, if we were out in the field together and one of us went missing. It wouldn't... hurt as much.

"And... and I know that's not an excuse for why I was probably one of the brattiest recruits you've ever had, and I know it probably doesn't make it any better, or any easier-"

"Stop," Chris cut you off mid-rant, his voice on the verge of breaking.

So that's why you had been so difficult to work with during your first few weeks here.

It wasn't because you hated him, not truly.

It was the exact opposite.

It was because you... cared too much for him?

"I'm sorry, I should've told you sooner, I... you made it too easy to hate you and I... I didn't like the idea of becoming too attached, of caring too much, of..." your voice trailed off at the end, your gaze dropping to stare down at the grass.

And then you did the one thing he'd gotten so used to noticing, one of the many things about you that he found a little too endearing.

You nervously dug the toe of your boot into the grass, your fingers fidgeting in front of you.

"Of what?" Chris asked softly, urging you to continue.

And your next words nearly broke him.

"Of falling in love with you."

Brown eyes widening, Chris took a step towards you, taking both of your hands in his, and giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Hey, look at me. I..." he broke off with a gentle sigh before continuing, "it's not that I don't want this, I promise you, I do. There's so many things about you, tiny little things that other people don't notice, that I find adorable and endearing and- Y/N, sweetheart.

"I... I think maybe I might be falling for you too. But as badly as I want this to work, I also want to see you come out of this as part of our team, I want so many things for you. I want you to be able to have your own callsign to go by, I want to see you leave my care as one of the best recruits this place has ever had, I want..."

He trailed off, his thoughts racing at a million miles an hour. What was it exactly that he wanted, more than anything else, more than he'd ever wanted anything?

The answer was both simple, and at the same time, not simple.

He wanted you.

"What, what do you want?"

He pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his words coming out mumbled and broken.

"I want you."

"So have me..."

Your response, the way you said it, the way you moved to gently card your fingers through his hair, almost as a semblance of trying to comfort him, he wasn't expecting any of it.

Lifting his head to gaze down at you, he swallowed thickly past the raw emotion he could feel building up inside.

"But it's not that simple, Y/N-"

"Okay, and the life I've chosen here, with you and everyone else, isn't simple either. But... maybe we can figure it out... together..?"

Your voice held so much conviction, your tone determined, your demeanor suggesting you weren't about to back down. It reminded him so much of your first week here, of how training this morning had gone.

You'd been so defiant, determined then, too.

You were really pushing for this to work out, weren't you? He had to admire your tenacity...

With a soft sigh, he met your gaze, silently pleading with you. "What if this doesn't work-?"

You cut him off midsentence, taking the lead for once and standing up on your tiptoes to capture his mouth in the softest, gentlest of kisses, both of your hands briefly moving to cup his face between them, the gesture utterly pure and wholesome.

When you pulled back to look up at him, he wasn't surprised to see that same conviction had settled there in your eyes, one corner of your mouth lifting in a wry smile.

"Then we keep trying until it does work? Just like my training?" you whispered.

He couldn't help the laugh that slipped free from his lips; the comparison was too perfect. But maybe you were right...

Maybe if the two of you kept trying, eventually things would work themselves out...

He just had to try.

"Okay," he sighed softly, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Is... is that a yes, or...?" you asked, casting a tentative sideways glance up at him, and he nodded, trying not to laugh at the way you were failing to hide the sly smile on your face.

"It's a yes, rookie..."

🥀 SIX MONTHS LATER 🥀

"And it is with the highest, greatest honor, that we present this new recruit with their place on our team, here as a part of Taskforce 141. With many months of training and guidance under the care of our own Lieutenant Christopher Cerulli, this recruit has proven themselves beyond the highest measure.

"It is with much respect that we announce to you all how proud we are to acknowledge the new addition to our team."

Horror and his teammates sat there in the audience, his blue eyes fixed on the scene before him and everyone else, on the small recruit standing up there on that stage, with the tall Lieutenant standing proudly beside her.

And it was with the greatest sense of pride and love that he sat there, watching as you finally, finally got the one thing you'd been wanting since you first joined their base: to be a part of their team, to just belong.

Chris had been right about you from the beginning; with more training and devotion and care, you would indeed grow to be one of the sharpest recruits they'd turned out in a long time. He'd also noticed the way your relationship with his best friend had blossomed, how close you and Chris had gotten over these past six months.

Vin and everyone else had made cracks about it, that they'd known all along something was going on between you and Chris, it had just been a matter of time. He knew better than that though, the dynamic you and his best friend had, it went so much deeper than that.

Anyone could see it if they looked hard enough, really. He could see it.

The way Chris stood there, his hand clasped tightly in yours, the proud Lieutenant and his newest recruit, one bearing the familiar patch with the callsign 'MOTIONLESS' embroidered in pristine white letters... and the other bearing a callsign of her own, 'GREMLIN'.

Horror couldn't help but smile at the slight irony as he sat there; how fitting the name was for you. Tiny recruit, sure, but full of fiery passion... with a knack of never backing down, always ready to go head to head with anyone on their best day, or even their worst day...

"Welcome to the team, rookie... you made it."

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