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talia-rumlow · 10 months

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A Helping Hand (Hydra Husbands One-Shot) X Reader!

Pairing: Brock Rumlow/Jack Rollins X Reader

Wordcount: 4803

Warnings: Gay sex, Oral sex, Threesome, Graphic smut, but sweet smut.

A/N: This is my entry to @rip1009 and @hydra-husbands summer challenge. I never wrote anything like this before. And I hope you´ll like it. A big thank you to @ladysif8 for her amazing help.

Summary: Brock and Jack wants a baby, so they ask their best friend (Reader) to help out!

HAPPY READING!

You hear heavy footsteps going through the house, almost immediately after you rang the doorbell. For a second you almost regret agreeing to this. Jack is your best friend, he has been for the last 20 years. You were the first one he came out to. Of course you did suspect that he was gay. He was always a good looking guy, and a lot of girls wanted him, but he never acted on it. So you had your suspicions. But you never told him. He'd come out to you in his own time, and you didn't want to push. It wasn't until he met Brock, that he had to reveal his secret. Brock was the love of his life, and a really great guy. They deserved this. You never hesitated when they asked you to do this. But now, standing here, with a bottle of red wine in your hand, hearing Jack's footsteps approaching the door. You can't deny that you have some second thoughts.

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- So, YN? What do you think?

Jack asks. You look from Jack to Brock, and then back to Jack again.

What should you answer? You look at them again. They both look at you with anticipation. And you can see in their eyes that they want you to say yes.

- Listen, YN, if you feel this is too….

Brock starts, but you cut him off.

- Yes!

You say, without even thinking.

- Yes?

Jack asks, placing his hand over yours.

- Yes, Jack! I'll do it. You'll be great parents. I want to help you. Do you have an appointment at the clinic?

You ask, looking at Jack again. He slowly removes his hand from yours. Clears his throat.

- Err.. Yeah… About that…

Jack starts, looking down on his hands, drumming his fingers together.

- We can't afford that… So…

He continues.

- We kinda hoped you'd be open to like…

Brock takes over. Trying to look you in the eye, but you can see that it's hard for him.

- To what?

You ask, narrowing your eyes.

- Doingitthenormalway!

Jack says, fast, without even taking a breath.

- The what?

You ask, reaching for his hand, trying to offer some comfort.

- Err.. We kinda wondered if you'd…

Brock enters the conversation again, dragging his hand over his face.

- If I'd sleep with you?

You ask, with a hoarse voice. You feel your heart beat a bit faster.

- Err.. Yeah..

Jack says again. Trying to look at you.

- Which one?

You ask, looking at both of them. How long have they been thinking about this?

- Err.. Both of us?

Jack says, looking at Brock, before he looks back to you. Brock gives you a tiny nod.

- B… Both… Of you?

You croak. Jack looks at you, nervously biting his bottom lip.

- Yeah.. I… We both checked ourselves, we're perfectly healthy, and there's nothing wrong with…

He gestures to his crotch.

- Your swimmers?

You ask, sending them both a little smile.

- Yeah.. Nothing wrong with those..

Brock speaks again.

- You don't have to answer right away. Just think about it, okay?

Jack tells you. Tugging his lips up in a nervous smile.

- Err.. Would you even be able to do it? I mean with me? Aren't you both….

You say, letting the sentence die out. Can gay men even get a hard on with a girl?

- We're both, all three of us going to be there. I don't think that'll be a problem…

Brock says, pleading you, with his eyes, hoping for you to say yes.

- Don't you care who's it is? I mean, if I sleep with both of you…

You start, but Jack cuts you off.

- It'll be ours. That's all that matters. And we both want you to be the mom. There's no one else we want for that role.

Jack says, gently taking your hand in his, squeezing.

- Okay!

You say. Squeezing Jack's hand back.

- Okay?

They both say, at the same time. Smiling wide.

- Yeah.. I can do that…

You say again. Unsure if you actually CAN do it. But you want to help them. They're your best friends, and they will be great parents.

- Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!

They both say, giving you a hug. You hug them back.

- So, when did you think we were going to do this?

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That was three weeks ago. You do want to do this for them. But you've never been with two guys at once before, and on top of that, both Jack and Brock are gay men. You don't even know if they've ever been with a girl before.

The cerulean blue front door opened, and the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread wrapped around your senses, sweet and yeasty.

- YN!

Jack greeted you, pulling you into a hug.

- Jack!

You squeaked as his big arms surrounded you. You barely got the bottle of wine moved in time.

- Come on in, Brocks out back finishing up on the grill.

Jack said, before he stepped aside, allowing you entrance to their home.

You’d been there many times before, but it never ceases to amaze you how beautiful their two-story home is. The further you got into the house, the stronger the mouth-watering fragrance got. You weren’t surprised Jack loved to cook; he always whipped up something spectacular in the kitchen.

- Something smells amazing

You commented, handing Jack the bottle of wine. Before peeling out the sliding glass door that led to their fantastic backyard, Brock stood dutifully in front of the grill.

Brock was perfect for Jack; he’d brought out the best in your friend. The missing piece Jack had no idea was missing; you were thankful he was operating the grill. Now Jack could cook the most delicious and tender roast you’d ever tasted, sweet curry that left a slight tingle on your tongue. But the man should not grill to save his life; gone were the days of dry steaks and burnt burgers.

You sat at the rectangle-shaped dining room table; Jack handed you a glass of wine. The smokey, red currant flavor danced across your tongue.

- Oh hey, YN!

Brock greeted you as he walked in the door with a plate of steaks. He leans over and places the plate on the table, simultaneously kissing your cheek in greeting.

It doesn’t take long for the table to be set, seared, juicy cuts of meat, a steaming plate of golden delicious sweet corn, a bowl of broccoli salad with thick, crispy chunks of bacon, fluffy baked potatoes, and golden brown, butter airy homemade rolls. Your mouth starts to water at the sight; Brock stands up, reaches across the table, grabs your plate, and fills it with a little bit of everything.

- Here ya go, YN

He says, placing the load plate before you as Jack tops off your wine glass.

The steak is seasoned just right; it’s so juicy and flavorful that the steak sauce isn’t needed. You scoop a bite of the broccoli salad, the creamy dressing for the tiny bits of crunchy fresh broccoli, the sharpness of the cheddar cheese, a touch of sweetness from the dried cranberries, smokiness from the bacon, the spiciness of the red onion, all balanced out. The corn was sweet with a soft butter flavor, and the rolls were by far your favorite, light, yeasty, buttery, and slathered with cinnamon butter.

- Wow, you really went all out on this one.

You say, closing your eyes, to really take in the taste.

- Yeah? Well, only the best is good enough for the future mother of our child!

Brock replies, taking a sip of wine.

You eat and drink for a while, talk about everything and anything. Just like you always used to do. Like a normal dinner. But you know it's not. This isn't a normal evening.

When you're done eating, you help to clear the table. You feel the nervousness welling up in you. Will you be able to do this? Have Jack or Brock even been with a girl before? Are you going to watch them do stuff to each other? How should you react, if that happens? You never took an interest in what other people do in their own bedrooms. But now, you can't help but think about it.

- Hey, YN! You ok?

Jack asks, gently rubbing your shoulders.

- Yeah…

You reply. Taking a breath.

- I'm just…

You continue. But you can't seem to find the right words.

- We should probably talk about this.

Jack says, guiding you over to the couch, and hands you another glass of wine.

Jack sits down next to you, and not long after, Brock sits down on the other side of you.

- We want you to feel completely safe, YN. So if you don't want to…

Brock starts, but you cut him off.

- It's not that. I just have a couple of questions.

You say, quietly. Looking from Brock to Jack.

- Fire away! What do you want to know?

Jack asks, letting his hand rest on your thigh.

- How…. How are we going to do this?

You ask, swallowing.

- You mean having sex?

Jack asks, jokingly.

- Have you been with a girl before?

You ask again. Jack shakes his head, while Brock nods. You look at Brock.

- How was that for you?

You ask. Probably a stupid question. But if you're going to do this, you feel like you need to know.

- It was….. Different.

Brock replies. Looking at Jack, as to make sure he doesn't hurt his feelings.

- Were you… I mean…. Did you penetrate her?

You're usually pretty open about your sexuality, but this situation makes you nervous. And you feel that you should use nice words.

- I was inside of her, yes!

Brock replies, with a little smile.

Jack gets up, and you can almost feel Brock tense up. They're sweet. Not wanting to hurt each other's feelings. Maybe they are just as nervous as you are.

- Let's move this into the bedroom!

Jack says, offering you a hand. You take it, and at the same time, you feel Brock taking your other hand; before they both guide you into the bedroom.

You sit down on the bed, Jack and Brock do the same. Then you nervously drum your fingertips together. Jack places his hand on your shoulder; gently and carefully put a bit of pressure on it.

- Why don't you lie down?

He tells you, and you do. Lie down on your back, with Jack on one side, and Brock on the other.

- Want to tell us what you like?

Jack asks, placing a kiss on your neck.

- Mmmmm.. That!

You answer, surprised about how good this actually feels. You move your head, to give Jack better access to your neck. Brock slips his arms around you, lifting you up in a sitting position, leaning your back against him; you can feel him taking off his shirt. Jack keeps kissing your neck, and you can feel your lower belly clenching, and your wetness flowing.

You can't take it any longer, you grab your shirt, getting it off you. Brock opens the clip on your bra, and before you know it, you're down on your back again; Jack and Brock softly playing with your breasts. You close your eyes, as they both let their lips touch your skin.

- Mmmmm… Ahhh..

You let out a breathless sigh as you feel two pairs of hands caressing your body. Your head lolls back, eyes slipping close, surrendering yourself to their touch. Someone’s hands, you can't tell now, are massaging your breasts as the other slides into your skirt, cupping your sex. You whimper as lips press into your neck and teeth tease the sensitive skin at your pulse.

- You like this?

Brock husks into your skin.

- I think she does, baby; she's so wet

Jack chuckles roughly.

- Mmmm huh...

You answer, afraid to speak, afraid your voice would give out.

You get lost in the sensation of hands and lips touching, caressing, licking, and sucking. Your blood is buzzing in your ears, making you feel dizzy. It's almost too much; it's intoxicating being between them.

Their lips leave your body, and you frown slightly at the lack of attention. Brock’s hand on your breast starts massaging again as Jack’s finger rubs your clothed cunt; you open your eyes, blinking through the lusty haze.

They lean into each other, lips pressed together in a sweet kiss; Brock licks along the seam of Jack’s lips. The blonde whimpers opening up for his husband as Brock dips his tongue in tasting the other man. The kiss turns dirty and fierce; it's hands down one of the sexiest things you've ever witnessed. Jack’s finger presses hard against you; you buck your hips feeling wonderful pressure against your swollen pussy. You bite your lip, moaning as you continue to watch.

- Want to join in?

Jack asks. You can feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

- Mmmhmm..

You reply; before your lips meet theirs. Holy shit! This is amazing. Their tongues gliding over yours, your tongue between theirs. Soft, wet, sexy. You feel the need to open your eyes, to watch this unfold; but it just feels too damn good.

Hands roaming over your body, soft moans escaping all three of you. Your bodies rubbing together, grinding against each other.

- Ngsh.. Fuck!

You breathe out, as Jack's fingers slip into your underwear, and glides down your wet folds.

- Want to taste her, sweetheart?

Brock husks, removes the rest of his clothes; as Jack removes yours, as well as his own.

- You ok, with being on all fours?

Jack asks you, with a playful, yet lustful smile. He doesn't have to ask twice. That is one of your favorite positions. If the angle of the guy is correct, this is the best way to do it. At least orgasm wise. You arch your back as best you can, to give Brock better access to you. You don't know how many times he's done this. Hell, you don't even know if he ever penetrated Jack. Do gay men actually do that, or is that just something people tend to think?

You don't get to finish that line of thoughts at all; before Brock enters you. Slow and careful, and Jack lies down and crawls under you. Aligning his face with your pussy, looking up on Brock penetrating you. Fuck! This is hot. You always thought Brock was hot. But he was gay, so you never thought about him this way. And Jack, well Jack had been your best friend for the last 20 years or so. You NEVER thought about him like this. Not until now. Jack is undoubtedly hot. And his cock, standing proud, right here in front of your face. It's beautiful.

- Like what you see, sweetheart?

Brock breathes out behind you, slowly, agonizingly slowly moving.

- Oh, yes, baby! Fuck, yes!

Jack answers under you. You can feel his breath on you. Fuck, how you want to hear him moan. Hear them both moan.

You slowly lean down, careful not to move too fast, so you'll lose the feeling of Brock inside you, massaging your walls with every agonizingly slow movement. You let your tongue glide over Jack's erection. Slowly from base to tip, before you swirl your tongue around his tip. The taste of preecum hits your tastebuds right away. You slowly lick your lips.

- Yes, Angel! You do that! Taste him!

Brock's voice behind you. Horny as fuck. And you don't blame him. This feels like sex herione, and you're unsure if you can live with doing this only this one time. You carefully close your lips around Jack, before you slowly start to bob your head.

- Oh, fuck!

Jack moans under you; as he moves one of his hands up between your legs, letting it glide over you; before he focuses on Brock's balls, caressing them.

- Shit, sweetheart! Oh, fuck!

Brock moans, thrusting harder.

- Want to taste her, Jack, Sweetheart?

Brock continues, letting one of his hands glide up your back.

- Oh, yes baby, please!

Jack answers, and Brock pulls out of you; still keeping his hand on your back. You feel Jack adjusting under you, and even if you can't see; you know that Jack is tasting you off Brock. Fuck you need to see this. You move slowly, careful not to ruin the sight you're about to see. You turn around, and your eyes meet Brock's; before you move them further South.

FUCK!

Screw the kiss, this is by far the sexiest thing you've EVER witnessed. Jack on his back, swallowing Brock's cock down like he was starved for it. Like you're hypnotized by your two best friends pleasing each other; you move closer.

- Oh, fuck, sweetheart.. Feels so good..

Brock moans out, as he reaches out for you, gently grabbing some of your hair, bringing your face up to his; devouring your lips in a filthy kiss. Moaning into your mouth, as Jack keeps taking him down.

You can't help but open your eyes, and look down on Jack. You can't even begin to describe how sexy this is. It's better than any porn you've ever seen.

- Fuck..

You silently breathe out.

- Yeah… You like that, Angel?

Brock asks you. You move your hands down his upper body, until you feel Jack's face.

- Want a taste?

Brock continues; without even answering, you sink down, letting your tongue glide around the parts of Brock's cock, that aren't inside Jack's mouth. You're more turned on than you have ever been before. You can almost feel your juices pouring out of you.

Brock gestures for you to get on top of Jack. You carefully do so. But when you're about to sit down on him, you remember that Jack told you he'd never been with a girl before. Is he a virgin? At least penetration wise. Asking that question now, will surely ruin everything. So instead of asking, you decide on being careful. Gently grabbing Jack's cock, guiding it to your entrance. The second the fat head breaches you, Jack makes a sound from the back of his throat. Sounds like a good sound. But you still tense up a bit.

Brock slowly pulls away from Jack; before he leans down for yet another filthy kiss. You slowly let yourself sink further down on Jack, slowly and carefully, until you're fully seated.

- Fuck, Angel!

Jack breathes out, letting his hands glide up your thighs.

- Yeah? You like this?

You ask, rolling your hips.

- Oh, fuck, Angel. So soft!

Jack moans. You love this. Him moaning, Brock watching, as he strokes his fat cock. You start to move more aggressively. And wiggle your hips a bit, in the hopes that Jack'll hit that sweet sensitive spot inside.

- Ahhh, ahhh.. Shit, fuck!

Jack almost screams the words. Then he plants his feet down on the mattress, grabbing your hips, and starts to fuck up into you. You let out a breathless moan, as you almost fall forward; meeting Jack's lips in a needy kiss.

- Need to taste you baby!

Jack moans out; then he once again takes Brock's cock down, as he keeps fucking up into you. You can't possibly hold this. The sight of Jack sucking Brock like this, and the sensation of him fucking up into you.

- Ahhhh.. Fuck me!

You scream out; before you take part in the lip, tongue and mouth work on Brock's cock. You're so turned on, you need to feel something rubbing against your swollen kissed lips.

- Oh, fuck, Sweetheart! Let her taste me! Do it together!

Brock breathes out over your head. You feel the urge to look up at him. But what you're doing feels too good, so you continue. Letting your tongue glide up and down Brock's shaft, occasionally Brushing over Jack's tongue. Fucking hell, this is it. You're going to cum, and you're going to cum hard. You can feel it in your entire body.

- Oh, fuck, shit.. Fisskh..

Jack moans, as he thrusts into you, in an unsteady rhythm, grabbing your hips with his big strong hands. You squeeze your legs around him, your whole body is shaking. Your pussy spasming around his fat cock.

- Oh, fuck Angel! Gonna cum!

Jack moans out, before Brock steals the sound from his lips. The sight of them kissing, the feeling of Jack's last deep thrusts inside, before he paints your walls, the sound of Jack moaning into Brock's mouth. It all pushes you over the edge. And you let pleasure take over. You almost lose your balance, your body sways forward; lost in euphoria. Brock's strong arms prevent you from falling all the way down.

You untangle yourself from Jack; lie down on your back. Brock comes over to you; let his hands glide from your ankles up to your knees, then he spreads your legs seductively. Leaning down; giving you a long, torturously slow lick.

- Oh, fuck! Brock!

You moan; your head lolls back, your hands grabbing the sheets.

- I can taste you on her, Sweetheart!

Brock tells Jack.

- You're so fucking sexy right now, baby!

Jack replies, before leaning into your neck; breathing into it.

- Ungh…

You breathe out, when you feel Brock's tongue glide over you again.

- Sweetheart!?

Brock murmurs into your pussy; calling for his husband. Jack plants a kiss on your lips, before moving down between your legs; joining his husband.

- Fuck Baby, look at you!

Jack breathes out, looking down on Brock's tongue gliding over your most sensitive spot.

You let out a shaking breath. Just thinking about the two of them looking at you like this, makes you belly clench. You buck your hips. Almost desperate to feel more. Your eyes closed, to magnify your other senses.

They both have their tongues on you now. Tasting you, occasionally bumping into each other.

- Ahh.. Fuck! YES!

You moan!

You feel Brock moving, sitting up between your legs. Jack's tongue glides over your clit. Followed by The tip of Brock's cock, gliding down through your folds.

- Please!

You whine. Putting your hand on Jack's head.

- Oh, baby, she likes it!

Jack says, letting his tongue glide over you again.

- Yeah? You like this, Angel?

Brock asks you, simultaneously teasing your entrance.

- Yes!

You breathe out, bucking your hips. Desperate to feel him breach you; when the fat head of his cock starts to stretch you out you move your hands up to your breasts. Carefully pinching your already peaking nipples.

- Oh fuck, yes!

You moan, arching your back as you feel Jack's lips moving up your stomach. Before he sits up, give his growing cock a couple of strokes; then he settles on the side of your face, as he keeps stroking himself, slowly.

- Ahhh, ahh..

Brock breathes out, when you clench your muscles around him. This whole situation is so hot, that you're afraid you'll finish too soon.

- Fuck Angel! YES! Taste him for me!

Brock moans again. And you grab Jack, before you close your lips around him.

You feel like you're levitating off the bed. Fuck. Both of them, enjoying both you and each other. It's the most intense thing you've ever experienced.

- Oh, yes.. Baby!

Jack moans out, slowly pulling out of your mouth, before Brock leans in for a kiss. You're almost out of breath already, and the kiss steals more air from your longues. You close your eyes again, take a deep breath. Telling yourself that this is real.

When you open your eyes again, you're looking straight up at Brock, swallowing Jack's cock down; as he keeps pounding into you with renewed force. Holy fuck, how enormeously sexy this is. You can't help it, you need to join in on this. You lift your hand up, letting it glide over Jack's balls, before you lift your head, and let your lips and tongue touch them.

- Yes! Fuck, Angel!

Jack moans out, almost desperate. And you can feel his balls drawing up. Oh, holy fuck. Is he going to cum? You so want to see this. But you're ripped out of the beautiful sight when Brock's cock hits that delicious spot inside you.

- Nghssk…

You almost scream, before you lift your legs up, and wrap them around Brock, pushing him in, as deep as he goes. Your eyes closed, you're totally wrapped up in feeling this. Your desperate moans almost sound like screams.

A couple of hard thrusts inside you, and Brock leans into you. Whispering into your skin.

- Ahhh.. Oh…. Fuck, Angel. You're amazing!

You slowly open your eyes. Brock is still on top of you. Breathing heavily, just like you. Jack lies on his side next to you, looking at you, smiling.

- You're beautiful, Angel. You know that?

Jack tells you, letting his hand brush over your hair. You send your friend a smile. You both know that you just took your friendship to a new level. Nothing could ever ruin the friendship between you. But this sure is something new. Not only did you sleep with him, you also slept with his husband, and you watched them have sex as well. You can't get over how incredibly sexy THAT was.

Brock carefully untangles himself from you, rolls over to his side next to you. Placing his hand on your stomach, Jack does the same. You look at them.

- You really, really want a baby, don't you?

You ask, feeling the responsibility of actually getting pregnant, and carrying the baby to term dawn on you.

- Yes, Angel, we really, really want a baby. But…

Jack replies, and you know that look he has in his eyes, so you cut him off.

- No, Jack. Don't think like that. I'll do this for as many times as it takes to get this right.

You tell him, lifting your hand up to his face.

- Ok, Jack? I have no problems with this.

You tell him, and then you feel Brock's arm sliding around your waist.

- Good, because we wanted to run something by you.

He says, getting a nervous "Really? Now?" Look from his husband.

- Ok?

You reply, turning your head towards Brock.

- We want you to be the mom!

Brock tells you. You open your mouth to reply that you already said yes to that. But Brock continues, stopping you, before you even get a word out.

- We want you to BE the mom. We want the little one to know that you are the mom. We don't want to use formula, and we want you to be part of the baby's life. Every day!

Brock says, swallowing nervously, when he's done.

- What does that mean?

You ask, looking at them both.

- I don't think it's healthy for any child to have two different homes. I'm so…

Again you're being cut off. This time by Jack.

- We want you to move in here. We have a room for you, and plenty of space. We love you. And it will make it easier for everyone.

Jack gives you a "please say yes look".

- And then you can move out of the shithole of a rental you have. You live on the fourth floor, and you don't even have an elevator. How are you supposed to walk those stairs when you're this big?

Jack gestures with his hands how big you're going to get.

- Are you serious? Why didn't you say this right away?

You ask, looking at them.

- I'm not mad. I'm just surprised!

You add, when you see the look on their faces.

- So…. What do you say?

Jack asks, giving his husband a quick glance. With the way he's looking at you, and the way you can almost feel Brock's nervousness behind you. You know what is the right thing to do here.

- Yes, ok.. I'll move in.

You say, giving Jack a little smile, and then his whole face lights up, almost the same way it did when he told you he'd met Brock.

Brock lifts himself up on his forearms, leans over you; giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, then he gets up.

- Ok. I'm gonna pour you a bath. And while you're in there, resting up. I'm gonna whip up some late night snacks for us.

They're like two five year olds on Christmas morning. You can't help but smile at them. Your two best friends, and you, and hopefully a baby, when that time comes. How many times will it take, to get this right? Will you continue this after? Was it as good for them as it was for you? It obviously didn't ruin anything, because you're moving into their home. This wasn't exactly how you'd picture how it'd go down, when you thought about becoming a mom. But to be perfectly honest, this is the best way. It'll be perfect. You know it will.

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talia-rumlow · 10 months

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Home Sweet Home (AU Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Seven - What Are You Waiting For?

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Pairing: Brock Rumlow (Mechanic ex Military Brock) X Reader

Word Count: 2315

Summary: Reader shares her frustration about Brock with her friend. And she gets some questionable advice.

Warnings: Age-Gap, mentions of sex

DISCLAIMER: This is an AU story. But I still don´t own any of the MARVEL characters, only my original ones.

HAPPY READING!

You're only half awake, when Brock plants a kiss on your forehead.

- Mmmm...

You murmur, and open your eyes.

- I'm going for my run!

He says, as he plants another kiss on your forehead.

You sit up, look at him. He's sexy in his work out clothes. And you slept in the bed with him, for the last three nights. You smile from the thought of how he wrapped his arms around you last night. So good, amazing even.

When he closes the door behind him, you fall back down on your back in the bed again, smiling from ear to ear. You've really, really, really never been this happy before. Even though you haven't had sex yet.

Brock returns about an hour later, and you already have a coffee ready for him. This is the life you want. You want THIS, every single day.

You smile all the way to work, and once again you find it really hard to concentrate on anything other than Brock. You actually have to go over your papers two and three times to make sure you get everything right. Is this how it feels to be "head over heels"?

When it's almost lunchtime, you call Jess. She picks up almost before the first ring.

- Slept with him yet?

Jess playfully asks.

- No, Jess. Not yet. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Can we have lunch in my office today?

You ask, almost instantly regretting it. Maybe it is too soon? Maybe Brock is right, that you should wait?

- At your office? Did something happen?

Jess asks, concerned.

- No, Jess. Nothing is happening, that's why I want to talk to you.

You say, taking a deep breath.

- Say no more, I'll be right there!

Jess says, hanging up.

It's Tuseday, so Molly's working in a neighbouring town today. Molly was really a true hero that way. Worked at a retirement home every Tuesday. She 'd make a perfect nurse one day. Always so sweet and a caretaker by nature. She was the only one out of the three of you that went down that path, not caring at all that she'd probably get a ton of student loans and therefor had to twist and turn every dime for the rest of her life. This was what she wanted to do for a living. And you respected her a Great deal for that.

You were lucky. Your dad inherited his business from your granddad, and you were supposed to take over after your dad again. You grew up in a well off household, even though your parents were never together. Both of them had wealthy families, a good name, and their lives cut out for them, and so did you. Although you sometimes wished you had a choice, at least you knew you had a job for life. And a pay that gave you the opportunity to live a very comfortable life.

- Eat and talk!

Jess' voice brings you back to reality. She places your burger and fries in front of you, sits down in the other chair by your desk.

You open your burger, and take a bite, look at Jess.

- Spill! What's the problem?

She asks. You gesture that you need to chew before you can answer her. Jess puts a few of her fries in her mouth.

- Arrg.. Jess. I don't know...

You say, let the sentence die out.

- Holding out on you, huh?

Jess casually says. She is the only person in the entire world you know, that could possibly be this calm and collected when it comes to you and Brock. That's the reason you're coming to her with this particular problem.

- Err.. I don't know. He kinda just stops. And then the moment is over...

You say, looking down at your burger.

- Stops?

Jess asks, taking a bite of her burger.

- Everything is so good, you know, and I'm like all caught up in that moment. And then.... It's like he takes it away.

You say, sniff.

- Well, is he saying anything about it?

Jess asks, placing her hand on your shoulder.

- He says he's not ready...

You answer, look up at her. She sends you a little smile.

- Not ready?

Jess says. Cringing her face.

- Does he get a hard on?

Jess asks. Like it was the most normal question in the world to ask. Like getting a hard on is proof enough that he's ready.

- JESSICA!

You say. You knew you'd get these kinds of responses, you know Jess. She always saw life like this, easy and figuratively. For Jess a hard on IS proof enough.

- Well, does he?

Jess shrugs.

- Yes!

You say, and roll your eyes at her.

- So he's ready!

Jess states, triumphantly looking at you.

- He says he's not.

You argue back.

- Oh, please, YN!

Jess continues.

- He's a GUY! Guys are ready when they see you fill a canoly!

You can't help but laugh at that response. You knew that Jess would put some form of funny picture into this mess. But a canoly?

- He's not 20, Jess!

You say, between chuckles.

- He's the same age as your boss.

You continue, as Jess lifts her burger to take another bite.

- Well thank you for THAT lovely picture!

Jess says, as she puts her burger back on your desk.

- Take MY appetite away, why don't you?

She says, pushing her burger further away from her.

- He is!

You continue.

- Please, YN! STOP IT! I have to go back to work after this. This is NOT a picture I want in my head!

Jess says, putting her hands in front of her face. Then she takes a breath.

- So, let me get this straight...

Jess starts up again.

- He's kissing you?

She asks, waiting for you to answer. You nod.

- He's touching you?

You nod again.

- You sleep in his bed?

Another nod.

- And he gets a hard on?

You lean back in your chair, but you give her a nod.

- OK! So he's ready! What are you waiting for, YN? Just do it already! You know it'll be much harder when your dad get's back.

Jess says, and again gives you that triumphal look.

- Thank you, Jess. For bringing up my dad!

You say, folding your arms over your chest.

- I'm just saying it as it is. This is your time, YN! So go do it!

Jess answers, shrugging.

- Does it hurt?

You ask. Your voice is low, almost whispering. Jess shrugs.

- Maybe at first. But it'll pass.

Jess says.

- Depending on how big he is..

She continues, laughing.

- JESSICA GRAYSON!

You say, before you start to laugh too.

- I'm only kidding, YN! It'll be good. I promise. Just...

Jess stops for a second.

- Just show him! OK? Show him that you're ready. You know... Make the first move.

She continues.

Make the first move? Could you do that?

- How?

You ask.

- Err.. Like, when you go to bed tonight, you can like... I don't know... Sleep naked?

Jess says, shrugging a bit, and tilting her head.

- What if that doesn't do it?

You say, still a bit afraid that he actually doesn't want you like that. And that you've mixed yourself into something that will shatter your heart into a million pieces. And that you'll never ever get to put it back together.

- He'll embrace every part of it, YN! Trust me. If you're ready, you go and do it. And you have my blessing, times a hundred.

Jess says, friendly nudging your shoulder.

- Thanks Jess...

You say, sending her a friendly smile.

- Happy to help, YN! Happy to help. Well, I need to get back. Let me know, OK?

Jess says, as she gets up.

- Thanks again, Jess. This really helped.

You say, as Jess opens the door.

- No worries. Happy humping!

Jess says, before she walks out of your office.

You lean back in your chair, smiling "Happy humping!". Thank God for Jess. She always manage to help with these things. You remember when you started dating that guy Damian. You were 14. He was in Jess' class, two years older than you, and your dad almost lost his head over it. When Damian came to pick you up to go to the movies, your dad greeted him in the door, holding his glock-17. Damian almost lost his ability to talk, and when your dad sent you on your way with "Have her home by 10. You know I was Delta force, right?", Damian almost forgot which side of the car he was supposed to enter. It was safe to say, that Damian never took you out after that. And you didn't blame him.

When you told Jess about it, her response was "Well, it could be worse, he could've killed him!". And Jess wasn't wrong, had anything happened between you and Damian, your dad would probably at least threaten to.

Your dad was overly protective. If it were up to him, you'd probably stay a virgin and without a boyfriend for your entire life.

You sometimes thought it was cool to have a dad like that. And Molly and Jess sometimes asked you if he could scare off boys for them as well. If someone was approaching them, that they didn't like. Of course it was ment as a joke, but it gave you a pretty clear picture of the fact that you did have an overly protective, and kinda scary dad. Not like your mom at all. You mom, with her blue eyes and blonde hair. You found it strange that your mom and your dad even ended up at the same party that night you were made. Your dad, sure. But your mom? She always followed everybody elses commands. Except your dads. She argued with him. Mainly about child support and visitation rights. Everybody else just walked all over her. Like that new boyfriend. You hated him, HATED him.

The only thing your parents ever agreed on, was you! To make sure you grew up to be a decent, intelligent human being. Yeah, sure they were young when they had you, too young some might say. But you feel that they did a good job, raising you. You were always safe, they drove you to almost every single activity you wanted to try out, and they followed up school and extracurricular activities to the teeth. You always had a curfew, chores, and you were grounded a couple of times, and your wifi privileges were taken away once in a while. Both your parents were pretty strict that way. Probably to show that they could really do the job they put upon themselfs. And both the Rollins and the Lewis name came with a lot of money and had a respectful place in the community. It was expected of you to follow up on that. You had to work hard, and keep your good name right up there.

To be honest the fact that Brock and your dad even became best friends is a miracle. Although they both grew up here in Texas, it was in two completely different worlds. Of course Brock is pretty well off now, given that he managed to build his garage up from scratch. But it wasn't always like that. Brock grew up in the harder parts of town. In a single parent home, just his mom and his 6 siblings. They had next to no money, and his mom hardly got by. That's probably why Brock joined the army at the age of 18. He took two tours to Iraq and Afghanistan, before your dad also joined the army, and they had a couple of tours together. They were actually IN Afghanistan the day you were born. Your dad didn't get to hold you until you were 5 months old. They both went back two times after that, before that horrific attack on their convoi, when Brock saved your dads life. Your dad became an army veteran after that. You didn't even think he wanted to go back to that life. Too many grusom things had happened over there, and your dad didn't want you to grow up without him. Brock also took a step back from the military, and started his garage.

And now you're here. Hooking up with your dad's best friend. What has gotten into you? This! This thing you started doesn't exactly scream decent, intelligent human being. He is 26 years older than you, YN! 26 years! What are you doing? Your dad is going to kill Brock. Literally going to kill him! But you know you can't stop. You just can't. He is the one you want. He is!

You look at the time. FUCK! 4pm already. You got so lost in your own thoughts, that you totally lost track of time. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You franticly search your papers. Ten orders needs to be placed before Thursday, and two of them are pretty big ones. Well, no time for that now. You need to put in some extra hours tomorrow instead. There is no way, you're telling your dad you lost track of time. Then he'll ask why, and you really don't want to answer that.

You rearrange the papers, so you know what to do first tomorrow, before you lock yourself out of the office, and start the 15 minutes drive home. You're really stressed, and although the heat wave is starting to die off, you're still so sweaty that your shirt sticks to your back.

"Sleep naked" "Just do it already" "He's ready, YN" "He'll embrace every part of it"

Oh, shut up Jess. You say to yourself, when you park the car in your driveway. Brock's truck isn't there yet, so at least you have some time, time to think about what you're really going to do. What are you going to do?

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Home Sweet Home (AU Brock Rumlow/Original Female Character) Chapter Two

WORDCOUNT: 6574

TRIGGERS: Mentions of domestic abuse, rascism and sexism

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CHAPTER TWO - RED LIGHTS!

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The morning sun peeked through Calleigh's rose gold curtains, stirring her awake. With a displeased groan, she realized another scorching day likely lay ahead, perhaps even hotter than the 95°F heat of yesterday. Tossing aside her covers, Calleigh sat up in bed and surveyed her childhood bedroom, its pink hues and whimsical accents still soothing to her now. The intricate gold pattern on the pink walls, chosen at age 13, complemented the plush, baby pink carpet underfoot. Her royal blue queen bed anchored the west wall, facing east, with nightstands and lamps on either side. Almost the entire east wall was covered with closets, all painted in the same colors as the rest of the room. A little to the right, closer to the windows was the Rattan hanging egg chair that Calleigh, when she was around ten had demanded should go in her room, even though it was a lounge chair for outside use. And to her dad's surprise the chair still sat in that exact same spot to this very day. On the other side of the windows, on the west wall her dressing table sat by the only wallpapered section, its pink, butterfly print matching Calleigh's longtime affection for the color and winged creatures. She can't help but think back. How soothing it was to walk in here, when she came to visit her dad. How good it felt to sit down on the bed, and be home again. Even if she grew up living with her mom, she still lived here in Mansfield. So Mansfield and Texas were always home. And when her mom relocated them to New York all of that changed overnight. She never wants to go back there, she’s not even sure she ever wants to visit New York again. Calleigh takes a deep breath, forcing herself to think about better times. Family gatherings at the lake house for the 4th of July, block parties, birthday parties, family vacations with both her parents. All the memories of chasing butterflies by the lake house, and choosing pink everything seems really far away now.

Calleigh covers her face with her hands, then she lets out another displeased noise before she lets herself fall back on to the bed. She's gonna die in this heat, and a bikini is a piece of clothing she'll be caught dead in, before wearing in front of Brock. No bikini meant no poolside, and no poolside meant that she would be dead before this weekend ended. Brock. She thinks for herself. This is all his fault. Why did he have to come here and look all sexy and stuff? Brock. Stupid Brock.

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As he nears Jack's house, Brock slows to a jog and glances at his exercise watch. Having a place to stay along his usual running route made mornings easy for Brock, whether he was home or away. Workout clothes were always packed, no matter where he traveled overnight. Even on vacation, he needed a morning workout to energize him before breakfast. When his therapist Jillian had suggested that regular exercise might help him relax, Brock was skeptical at first. However, he decided to give it a try, and it helped tremendously - now he was hooked. Rain or shine, sickness or health, he had to take his morning run.

Jack's majestic house stood out from others on the street with its perfectly manicured lawn, oversized beige asphalt driveway framed by flower beds separating it from the lawn, and three garages reflecting Jack's undying love for vintage cars. The light gray exterior complemented the dark grayish-blue window details and carved roof accents. The house was way too big for Jack, but he was dead set on that house. Wanting Calleigh to have a big backyard and front lawn to play in, and of course there was the pool. Brock remembers that. Thinking back, he can remember the exact date Jack bought the house. Between tours, when Calleigh was about two years old, Jack became the proud owner of this house. Of course the house had gone through some serious upgrades over the years, but the memories still lived in the walls.

Bending his knees a little, leaning his palms on his thighs, trying to catch his breath again. It was harder to run in this heat, but not impossible. Feeling the coolness of his sweat running down his back, he quickly takes a look up towards the windows in Calleigh's room. His heart does that jump again. Wondering what she's doing right now. He takes a deep breath. Calleigh's room. Jesus, Brock. He thinks for himself. You gotta stop this. It's not just anyone, it's Calleigh. Shaking his head at himself, and dragging his hand through his hair as he walks the last meters up to the house.

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Calleigh puts the mascara back and takes a look at herself in the mirror. She looks older but her dressing table still looks like it did when she was 16. Funny photobooth pictures of her, Molly and Jess along the right side of the mirror, and some butterfly ornaments on the other side. In the middle, she looks at herself. 20 years old, back in her dad's house, back where she can see her friends every day, back to what she knows. But it still feels different. Very different.

Looking over her perfumes, she opted for one of the more subtle ones. A subtle rose scent. She doesn't want to make it too obvious that she wants to smell good for him. One spray on her neck, then one spray on her left wrist, before she rubs her wrists together, and then drags them over the back of her ears. This'll do. He's not into her like that anyway, so maybe she should just let it go. The problem is that she has no idea how to do that. Every time he's around her stomach swoops, and her heart goes into this unfamiliar rhythm. And she feels safe around him, and it's been a long time since she felt safe. Maybe that's it. Yeah, that's probably why. It has to be that.

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After a quick shower, Brock feels compelled to make a hearty breakfast for Calleigh, though he's not entirely sure why. He has an inexplicable desire for her to see him in a new light. Brock struggles to understand these sudden feelings as he rummages through the kitchen cabinets to prepare the meal.

The kitchen featured an open, airy layout like the rest of the house. A massive kitchen island anchored the space between the dining room to the south and the living room's TV area to the west. The island's intricate gray marble pattern matched the carpet under the living room furniture, creating a cohesive, relaxing look. The east wall offered ample counter space and storage with floor cabinets to accommodate every gadget. A modern marble backsplash and floating shelves displaying personal memorabilia gave this wall a sleek yet personal feel. The corner connecting the east wall to the north wall held the door leading into Jack's expansive pantry, a room overflowing with bright colors and mouth-watering smells from fresh produce and spices that made Brock hungry. Further along the North wall was the side by side stainless steel fridge, more counter space and storage, the massive cooktop with the stainless steel ventilator that gave the top shelves design that extra flair and then more counter space, all held together by that light marble backsplash. The massive kitchen island held a sitting area on the south side and on the north side was the kitchen sink, even more counter space, and underneath the north side stood the dishwasher and the stove, all with that stainless steel design. Brock enjoyed cooking in this kitchen. It was easy to navigate, everything was in reach from one place, making cooking easy, no matter how intricate the dish was. It was evident that Jack had designed this kitchen with that in mind.

After Brock had everything he needed on the counter he started to work on the breakfast. Cracking six eggs into the pan, he then adds the butter. Remembering how his mom taught him how to make scrambled eggs like this. As fond memories fill his head, he glances over the array or produce on the counter; a symphony of colors from ripe bananas, fresh strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries, salad, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, milk, crème fraîche, spices and bacon. There's no question that he's making a hearty and filling breakfast for both Calleigh and himself. Brock places the bacon into another pan, he then adds some water, so the bacon will cook perfectly; another trick he learned from his mom.

When the eggs are done, he adds some crème fraîche for creaminess. Taking the eggs of the heat, he starts to cut up the fruit. This protein shake is also a part of his morning routine. It helps his body recover after his morning jog, and it's a better energizer than coffee. He hopes Calleigh will enjoy it as well. Thinking about her makes his heart spread that warm feeling again. Lost in his own thoughts about blond hair, kissable lips and gemstone eyes; he doesn't notice Calleigh coming down the stairs.

The smell of scrambled eggs and the sizzling bacon frying in the pan bring a smile to Calleigh's face as she descends the stairs. She watches Brock easily navigate the kitchen, carefully examining him as he puts berries, oatmeal, bananas, and milk into the blender before turning it on. The blender mixes the ingredients into a thick, milkshake-like substance. Brock gets out two glasses and pours the mixture into them.

“What are you doing?” Calleigh questions as she takes a seat at the kitchen island.

"Jesus!" Brock gasps, dropping the two glasses. They shatter on the floor, scattering purple liquid and glass shards in a chaotic pattern.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you!” Calleigh rushes around the kitchen island, grabs a cloth and sits down on the floor to help clean everything up.

Brock kneels down as well, looking at Calleigh. “This Stealth thing you got going on… Is that on purpose or is it something you picked up in New York?” He asks, as Calleigh carefully tries to gather all the shards into one pile. “Hey, Calleigh, be careful, you might –”

“Ouch!” Calleigh gasps, shaking her hand, before putting the bleeding finger into her mouth.

“Cut yourself…” Brock continues. The sight of Calleigh sucking on her fingertip makes his stomach do an interesting swoop. He swallows thickly. “Come here,” he tells her, then he gets up and offers his hand to her.

Calleigh slowly takes his hand. The feeling she gets from his touch does something to her, even if it's just from his hand in hers. Brock gets the water running, then he puts Calleigh's bleeding finger under it. Gently brushing his thumb over the wound to see how bad it is. Calleigh swallows, carefully drinking Brock in. How his eyes examined her, he has that concerned look, as if he's hurt by her being hurt. Those small touches from his thumb makes Calleigh's knees go weak. And then her stomach does that jump again. She's had butterflies in her stomach before, but this is different. This is something else entirely.

“Doesn't look too bad,” Brock feels that his voice is shaking. Why does Calleigh have this effect on him? “You probably won't even need a bandaid,” he continues, lifting Calleigh's finger up to her mouth again. He's not exactly sure why, because her sucking on her finger makes his blood flow to places that aren't suitable for it to flow when it comes to best friends' daughters. “Just suck on it some more, your saliva will stop the bleeding,” he adds, clearing his throat. He feels like he's back in high school, making a move on his crush. And if he's completely honest with himself, he's confused by the fact that Calleigh seems to want him this close. Maybe he's just fooling himself. His track record with girlfriends isn't exactly paved with green flags and good choices.

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Jack drums his fingers on the massive oval table. Clearing his throat he looks over the other people around the table with him.

His corporate lawyer, Stephen Grayson sat to his right, with a stack of papers in front of him. Looking like his authoritarian self. Mr. Grayson had been the business’ corporate lawyer for the past 14 years. Jack trusted his judgment, and not only that Mr. Grayson was also Jessica's father. Given Calleigh, Molly and Jessica's friendship that had lasted ever since preschool. His friendship with Mr. Grayson and his wife were personal as well.

Mrs. Kensington, his HR representative sat to his left, along with three representatives from the business’ legal team. Katherine Kensington was approaching retirement, and was supposed to be in Seattle with the younger generation of the HR team. But given that this had turned into a little bit more than just a tiny legal crisis, Jack had to pull her from her Seattle duties, and bring her to Chicago, to clear up this messy situation.

Next to Katherine was Clint Barton; the dirty blonde 32 year old was a fairly new addition to the legal team. A talented legal adviser, who had a brilliant future ahead of him in the legal world. Jack was lucky to have a man like Clint Barton on his team.

On Clint's left side was Maria Hill, a brunette who was more fierce than her innocent look portrayed her to be. Maria could silence a room in seconds, with her brilliant legal jargon and her in depth knowledge about previous precedential cases. Maria was without a doubt a good lawyer to have by his side.

On Maria's left side was Virginia Potts, the blonde 47-year old who had earned herself the nickname ‘Pepper’, due to her highly unorthodox ways on resolving legal problems. No matter what the case was, Virginia always had a way to bring some Pepper into it. Jack had brought her with him to these negotiations for that exact reason.

On the other side of the table sat Kevin Saunders, with his lawyers. Mr. Sauders was a former employee who was now threatening to sue Rollins Delivery for misconduct and wrongful termination. The problem at hand was that Mr. Saunders had proposed a settlement that the company did not agree to. To be frank, Jack wouldn't agree to give Mr. Saunders anything. He had created a toxic work environment in their Chicago location, especially with his sexist and down right racist behavior. The termination was both rightful, needed and way overdue. This whole case was an unnecessary waste of Jack's time.

“My client has freedom of speech, the same way you have. You can't terminate people simply because they don’t share your views or your belief system,” Mr. Sauders lawyer says with a firm determined voice.

Jack takes a deep breath, forcing himself not to give Mr. Saunders a piece of his mind. The Rollins delivery business had always been known for their open-mindedness. Even when Jack's grandfather started the business in the aftermath of WWII, they had been ahead of their time when it came to work safety and employees rights.

Jack had grown up in a family where his mom was a democrat and his dad was a republican. Having grown up with daily discussions about various political issues. Jack had grown up to appreciate both parties. He based his living on the best from both sides. But he always kept politics out of his business life. Aside from the various national benefits and cooperations the business had arranged to help less fortunate families, military Veterans or orphans around the country, politics was never brought into the business.

“Racism is hardly a belief system,” Virginia replies firmly, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest. “Mr. Rollins here,” she continues as she gestures towards Jack. “Takes pride in hiring people based on their skills. Race, sexual orientation, religion or political standpoint has not nor will ever be a part of the hiring process at Rollins Delivery,” Virginia's voice remains firm and determined, she leans forward as she's talking. Her eyes fixed on Mr. Saunders. If Jack hadn't known that the guy had no conscience, he could have sworn he saw fear on his face.

"You've misunderstood, Miss Potts," Mr. Saunders' lawyer replies to Virginia's statement, his slick suit belying his aging body. "It was just a friendly joke between colleagues, not racism." The lawyer was a gentleman in his 50's with dark hair graying at the temples, brown eyes framed by bushy brows and lashes, and firm lips pursed in defense of his client.

Virginia starts to defend herself, but Mr. Grayson raises his hand, silencing her before she can speak. He pulls a paper from the stack on the table, slides it over to Mr. Saunders, and clears his throat. "Mr. Saunders, please read what's written on that document," says Mr. Grayson, his mild-mannered 49-year-old face taking on a stern lawyerly expression.

Mr. Saunders takes the document and quickly reads it over. Jack follows his movements as Mr. Saunders swallows thickly. “Stupid Nigros stinking up this office, no better than Mexicans. They probably can't even speak English,” Mr. Saunders reads, then he takes a break, and swallows again before he continues “and those Latina ladies that started last week. The only time I like them is when they're on their backs,” he continues, before he clears his throat. When he opens his mouth to say something, his lawyer gestures for him to stop talking.

“I need some time to discuss this with my client,” Mr. Saunders' lawyer informs.

“I don't see why not. We'll meet back here after lunch, to discuss this further,” Mr. Grayson replies. “And Mr. Saunders,” he continues. “I have more documents like that,” Mr. Grayson informs him as he gets up.

Jack watches as Mr. Saunders marched out of the office, with his entourage. He then takes a deep breath before he looks at Mr. Grayson. Without sharing any words on the topic, Jack understands that that comment about Latinas hit Mr. Grayson harder than he lets people know. His wife and Jessica's mom Eliana Lucía was Latina, and Jessica had inherited some of the Latina genes. A comment like that about a dear friend of Jack's and one of his daughter's best friends made Jack's blood boil. He could just imagine how Mr. Grayson must feel about it.

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After breakfast, Calleigh went back upstairs to her room, while Brock went out into the backyard with his phone and his laptop, to answer some emails and look over some work papers. The Rollins house became eerie quiet for a while, as they both did their own things to clear their heads.

Calleigh had changed into a bikini, underneath her white summer dress. Not sure if she would dare to actually jump in the pool. But it felt good to know that she could. She took a quick swing through the kitchen, picking up two water bottles from the fridge, before she headed outside.

The backyard is like a haven for home decor lovers, a place Jack has carefully crafted over the years. It's a showcase of his great taste and perfectionism. The patio boasts slick, light beige tiles, and to the west, the garden room dining area has evolved over time to welcome guests for various occasions. The built-in BBQ, with ample storage and counter space, and the bar, a relic from Jack and Brock's past adventures, stand as tokens of good times and hungover mornings.

On the east side, there's a lawn with a swing set and a sandbox that Jack got for Calleigh when she was six. In the middle of it all is the majestic pool, featuring four half-submerged sunbeds on the north side and four on the south. The blue tiles on the pool floor create a mesmerizing reflection of the sun, turning poolside relaxation into an eye-catching treat. When night falls, the pool lights up, setting a romantic and peaceful atmosphere.

Calleigh used to love slipping into her bikini for weekend hangouts with Molly and Jess, indulging in snacks and late-night gossip. But with Brock around, parading in a bikini now feels impossible.

“You want some water?” Calleigh asks, as she’s approaching Brock.

Brock jumps, almost dropping his phone. “Jesus, Calleigh! You gotta stop doing that, or else I'll die from a heart attack before this weekend ends,” he laughs as he takes the bottle of water from her hand. Once again his fingertips brushes over her skin.

“Sorry, I didn't know you were so jumpy,” Calleigh giggles. Then she turns around, walks over to the pool, checking the water out with her left foot. It would be heaven to jump in there right about now. She glances over at Brock, before deciding against stripping down to her bikini for the tenth time this morning.

“You know, I could teach you some new self-defense techniques,” Brock laughs. “Just so you don't have to scare people half to death all the time,” he continues with a playful smile.

“You think I need to learn self-defense?” Calleigh replies, tilting her head and folding her arms over her chest. “This is Mansfield, it's much safer than New York,” she continues, tilting her head a little more trying to look innocent.

“That, right there!” Brock snaps his fingers. “That's why you should learn self-defense. Pretty young girls like you. Self-defense should be mandatory,” he continues. “You don't know how many men in disguise you'll meet in your life. It'll be much easier for you if you knew how to handle yourself,”

Calleigh swallows, her heart goes ice cold. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't get a word out. She forces back her tears, tracing the joints on the patio tiles.

“Hey, Calleigh. You alright?” Brock questions, his brows pinched in concern, as he walks over to her. When Calleigh doesn't answer he continues. “Calleigh? I didn't mean that–”

“No, I'm fine,” Calleigh cuts him off. “I was just… you know, thinking,” she continues. Hoping that Brock won't ask any follow up questions.

Brock takes a few more steps towards Calleigh, carefully placing his hands on her shoulders. He feels a need to protect her, comfort her. It's obvious that something he said triggered her in some way, and he absolutely hates that. “I didn't mean it like that, Calleigh,” he starts, but without any clue whatsoever on how to end that sentence. The feeling of his palms against her naked shoulders make the words disappear on the journey from his mind to his mouth. Brock glances over her white summer dress. It has the same butterfly pattern as the shirt she wore yesterday. She always had this thing for butterflies. It was fascinating to him that that love for the winged creatures had stuck with her even into adulthood. Clearing his throat, as he frantically tries to find the right words. “Last year… err.. Me and some of the guys down at the VA, we… We had a class for women who had experienced domestic abuse. I just.. err.. Thought that.. Maybe I could teach you a thing or two,” he continues, trying to meet Calleigh's eyes to find out how she's reacting to what he just said. If she somehow figured out that his suggestion was more about him having an excuse to touch her rather than self-defense. He knew and Calleigh knew, that after four years living in New York, she already knew how to handle herself.

“Okay, teach me,” Calleigh smiles innocently. It's safest to switch subjects. And maybe get to be a little bit closer to Brock. It's okay, right? When he's teaching her self-defense. There's no harm in that… Right?

Brock looks at Calleigh, inquisitively raising a brow. “Re.. err” Brock clears his throat. “Really?”

“Mhmm..” Calleigh replies, still flashing him her most innocent smile, and tilting her head.

Brock clears his throat again. How will he get through this? Is she flirting with him too? His head is a big mess of wires right now, all of which leads to Calleigh.

“Err.. Right. If someone comes at you like this..” Brock informs, taking a step towards Calleigh.

“Then I have my pepper spray,” Calleigh replies, lifting her hand mimicking using the spray.

“Yeah, I imagine you will,” Brock smiles, raising his brows. “But what if your attacker does this?” He continues. Grabbing Calleigh's wrist, then he spins her around and pins both of her arms in front of her. Pulling her close to him in a tight grip. The feeling of her body this close to his makes his blood flow to his crotch. Shit, he thinks. This might have been a bad idea. “What will you do then?” Brock asks, taking a deep breath letting it out slowly. Forcing his body to stop reacting the way it does.

Calleigh gasps from Brock's sudden move. The feeling of his strong arms around her, immobilizing her, sends shivers down her spine, and her stomach does that jump again. They're so close she can feel his chest rising when he's breathing, and smell the earthy spice from his perfume. His chest rises, before Calleigh feels him letting it out slowly, his warm breath tickles her ear. “I..I don't know…” she lets out. “Prepare to die?” She continues, with a little nervous laugh attached to it.

“Dying wasn't exactly part of my plan,” Brock chuckles. “Though the heat might take a few years off,” he continues. “Now what would you do to get out of my grip?” He asks. Ambivalent as to if he wants Calleigh to take her time, so he can hold her longer, or if she should be quick, so he can let go.

Calleigh swallows. To have Brock this close, it's intoxicating. And despite her lack of experience, it does feel like Brock likes to be this close to her. “Like this?” Calleigh asks, before she tugs her arms down, and out of Brock's grip.

“Bad move, sweetheart,” Brock replies. Grabbing both her arms, bending them before pinning them behind her back, forcing Calleigh to bend forward. “Now you're in a position you really can't get out of,” he shakily adds. Then he lets her go. Having her behind pressed against his groin is doing things to him. Things he really doesn't want Calleigh to know about. This is wrong, so, so wrong. “Try again?” He finally asks, when he feels that his voice is back to normal.

“Mmmhmm,” Calleigh mumbles, nervously biting the inside of her cheek. There's gotta be some sort of unwritten rule about things like this. Brock is her dad's best friend. Shake it off, Calleigh. Shake. It. Off. She thinks for herself, unknowingly shaking her hands, as she once again lines herself up, back against Brock, waiting for his arms to wrap around her.

“Okay…,” Brock breathes out, as he once again wraps his arms around Calleigh. “Now, yank your elbows up and outwards as hard and as fast as you manage,” he continues.

“Won't I hurt you?” Calleigh asks. The feeling of Brock's breath on her neck sends shivers through her body, all the way out to her toes and fingertips.

“Well, that's kinda the idea sweetheart,” Brock chuckles. “That's how you'll get away,” he continues.

Calleigh swallows. For a split second she's taken over by an inexplicable urge to lean her head back against Brock's shoulder. She feels so safe in his embrace, and he smells so good. A spicy earthy perfume, that fits him just perfect. Pulling herself together, she quickly yanks her elbows up and outwards, like Brock told her to. “Like this?” She asks.

With her sudden move, Brock's arms lose their grip around her for a split second.

“Now you can move away from me, if you're fast enough,” Brock informs. “Then you can use your pepper spray, which will give you a chance to get away,” he continues, then he clears his throat. Once again he has to tell himself that this is Calleigh. Jack's daughter.

Calleigh took a deep breath, reluctant to move away from him. It had been ages since she felt this safe. “But what if you’re too strong? What if the elbow trick doesn’t work?” she asked, wanting to prolong this moment, to feel his sturdy presence against hers. It felt so secure, despite the fact that he was supposed to be practicing an attack on her.

“Well,” Brock chuckled nervously, taking a deep breath. “You actually have a lower center of gravity than me, so you could easily throw me over your shoulder,” he explained. “But we won’t try that now,” he added quickly, still caught up in the scent of her rose perfume, which almost hypnotized him. His heart raced oddly, a mix of slow and fast beats that left him unaware that he was still holding her.

“So, You've got me? I'm doomed?” Calleigh pressed on, her heart racing. Brock’s breath and facial hair tickled her cheek and neck, sending waves of warmth through her body. Her stomach fluttered in a completely new way.

“You’re not doomed, Calleigh. You can still get out of this. It’ll just be a bit tougher,” Brock assured her, struggling to keep his composure. The warmth emanating from Calleigh made it difficult to focus. “Now, put your right leg behind my right leg, then push my leg forward while moving your body backward,” he instructed.

“But won’t you lose balance?” Calleigh questioned.

“I’ll hold my ground,” Brock whispered in response, his concentration wavering.

Calleigh carefully places her foot behind Brocks before pushing his leg forward and her body backwards.

“Whoa,” Brock almost yells; trying to regain his balance he grabs Calleigh a little tighter. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he continues, as he gets more and more out of balance. Letting go of Calleigh is a no go by now, they'll both hit the water no matter what he does. This was definitely not part of his plan. He can't stop them from going into the water fully clothed. The only thing he can do now is to make sure Calleigh isn't hurt in any way.

The second Calleigh realizes that they're going to hit the water,her heart skips a beat. And for some weird reason she's smiling inside. This could be a fun story to tell. Something she and Brock can maybe laugh about later on. Something they share, just her and Brock. She's fascinated by the fact that she can actually have this many thoughts run through her brain in just two seconds.

For the split second they're in free fall before they both hit the water, Calleigh lets out a startled scream.

Calleigh could've sworn she heard a thump, something hitting something. Is she okay? She's in this state in her mind where none of the wires are connected. She's not even sure if she knows what's up and down in the water. Calleigh's hands start to desperately search the water; for Brock, for the surface,for anything. Then suddenly she's pulled up to the surface by Brock's strong arms. “Are you okay?” He asks, concerned.

“Errr..,” Calleigh replies. Suddenly very aware that her dress is in a thin white fabric, that's probably see through now. Slowly she lowers her gaze, nervous. Perfect. Her soft pink push-up bikini top is totally visible through her dress. Why? Just why did she chose a pink bikini? At least it's not ugly. But she feels exposed anyway. And with Brock there. Jesus, how's this possible?

“Sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen,” Brock tells her. His gaze follows Calleigh's. And Calleigh's arms slowly cover her up. But it's too late. “Sorry, I didn't mean to look–,” Brock clears his throat. “I mean I didn't look,” he continues.

“I'm… I'm just gonna go.. err..” Calleigh almost stops mid-sentence. Realizing that Brock's shirt is sticking to his abs, and that is a sight for sore eyes. She could just strip out of her dress now, Brock already saw her bikini anyway. Her face is probably just as red as the stripes in the flag, but she's determined to not make this any worse “I looked!” She hollers over her shoulder as she exits the pool, and strips out of her dress and hangs it over a chair for it to dry off in the sun. Hopefully this'll make this whole awkward thing a bit funny, and maybe Brock is embarrassed too. Maybe he won't even notice the red in her face if he's embarrassed. She could escape up to her room, and stay there. But rationally she knows that that's not the best option; she can't hide from Brock. That'll most certainly make this situation even more awkward.

Brock looks down on his white t-shirt sticking to his abs. He mentally chuckles a bit for himself about this whole situation. Turning his eyes back towards Calleigh; his heart jumps as she pulls the dress over her head. Her slightly toned shoulder blades move as she gets the dress off. Brock can't help but drink in her almost naked body. Her flawless hourglass figure curves in all the right places. Young, undoubtedly, but still a woman. Brock swallows as Calleigh turns around. Her breasts are being held up by her soft pink push-up bikini-top; the shape is like a perfectly drawn heart. The water sparkles on her tanned skin. Brock’s eyes move further down her body. Down her stomach reaching the butterfly belly-button piercing, for a second Brock feels like a teenager again; checking out a girl’s belly-button piercing.

“What are you looking at Big Guy?” Calleigh teases, as she dives into the pool. Might as well go down that route, when things are the way they are. No need to make things worse. Nothing is going to happen anyway, so why can’t she tease him a bit?

Brock watches as Calleigh's body glides through the water. Did she just flirt with him? Was it flirting? Should he flirt back? Maybe Calleigh actually does want him to make a move. The biggest question however; should he make a move? The repercussions could be enormous, life altering even. Not only is there a 26 year age gap between him and Calleigh. He's also Jack's best friend, which in turn means that he's been like a non related uncle to Calleigh her entire life. At the same time, something inside him tells him that he can't let this go. That this might be it. But it's Calleigh. She's like the last person on the entire planet he ever thought he'd fall for. He reaches into the water, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it on to the tiles that surrounds the pool. The shirt hits the tiles with a typical wet thump. Then he takes a deep breath, before making his way towards Calleigh.

Calleigh puts her arms up by the side of the pool. Maybe she should get out. God, she acctually flirted with Brock. He must think she's so stupid. Maybe he even looks at her like she's still ten years old. Jesus, this is so embarrassing. But then again, he didn't say anything about it, and he was the one who initiated the whole self defence scene. Calleigh feels shivers running down her spine when she thinks about how his breath felt on her. Nope, she's definetly not getting out of the pool. At least she'll wait until Brock gets out. For all she knows, maybe he already did get out. Arrgh.. Screw it. She leans back to relax on her back in the water for a bit. But instead of her back slowly gliding in the water she hits Brock.

"Hey, Calleigh! Everything allright? You seem a bit distracted," Brock asks, as he helps her get back on her feet.

"Yeah, everything is peachy. It's weekend, the sun is shining, I'm relaxing in the pool. You know, peachy," she replies.

"Okay then. I.. I mean I just got the feeling that something was wrong, that's all," Brock tells her, as he turns to leave. He's not going to push, that's for sure. If she feels the same he'll probably get a sign sooner or later.

"You're bleeding," Calleigh gasps, grabbing his right arm. "Did you hit yourself when we fell in the water?" She continues. Letting her fingers carefully glide over his upper arm.

"Nah, it's nothing. Doesn't even hurt," he replies. It doesn't hurt. But he is bleeding. Not too much, but it should maybe be looked at. At least it'll bruise. But, given his line of work, he's used to that.

"Are you sure?" Calleigh's voice is filled with concern. And she's still touching his upper arm.

Brock looks at her fingers carefully caressing his arm by the wound he got. Then he looks at Calleigh. His heart is beating out of control, almost to the point he feels it's making waves in the water. "Calleigh," he breathes out.

"What?" Calleigh softly replies. His skin is so soft. And she finds that weird given his physic. Why is she thinking about this now? She moves her face To look into his eyes. They're so damn beautiful, and she can't understand why she never noticed that before. Why is Brock's eyes suddenly filled with the sun, the moon and all the stars?

Brock swallows, those green eyes staring back at him. They're the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen. And with the sun, they sine like gremstones. Should he do it? Should he try to kiss her? Just get it over with? She might kiss him back, but she might also push him away and call him a perv. What's the chance? 50/50? 70/30? Come on, Brock. This never used to be a problem before. Just an inch closer. Just an inch. To see if she moves away. Slowly, one tiny inch at a time.

Without realizing it, they're both moving closer, incy by inch. It's like the world around them dissapeares, all the sounds, everything. It's just them. Just Calleigh and Brock.

When they're just an inch apart, barking sounds from the backdoor to the garage.

"KILO!" Molly shouts, as Kilo yanks the dog leash out of her hand, and runs towards the pool. Kilo, a Labrador Golden Retriver mix, with a personality that suited Molly and Texas perfectly. He was playful and strong minded, if Kilo wanted something, he did it. Like jump in the pool. No matter how many times they told him not to, he jumped in there. Jack had at one point bought a kiddy pool for Kilo to use, but not even that helped, so Jack had gracefully admitted defeat, and given up. Now Kilo was a regular guest in the pool on days like this.

"Molly!" Calleigh's voice is muffled by the splash as Kilo not so gracefully hits the surface of the water.

"Guess it's you and me then, buddy!" Brock tells Kilo, as he watches Calleigh exit the pool. "You don't by any chance have any tips for getting a girl to like you, do you?" He continues, in a whisper. Careful so that Calleigh doesn't hear it.

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Jack Rollins was only 19 years old, and about to do his first tour in Iraq when he got a girl pregnant. Determined to serve his duty as a Soldier for the US Armed Forces, he didn't really get to have a stable relationship with his daughter until she turned 5 years old. He never had the best relationship with her mother either, but he still went out of his way to make sure his daughter was safe and taken care of.

Calleigh Lewis Rollins was born into money. Her father Jack Rollins was the third generation of Rollins in Rollins Delivery, and her mother Genevieve Lewis was first in line to take over the Lewis Jewlery line. Calleigh had just turned 20 years old, when she moved back into her dad's house in Mansfield, Texas. Carrying with her secrets from the four years she spent with her mother in New York. Secrets she promised she'd never tell.

Brock Rumlow had been Jack's best friend since childhood. Even if he was six years older than Jack, the two men shared a strong friendship. They were both military veterans after serving tours together in both Iraq and Afghanistan.

The strong bond Jack and Brock shared could never be broken.

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Home Sweet Home (AU Brock Rumlow/Original Female Character) 18+ Chapter One

WORDCOUNT: 6267

TRIGGERS: Age Gap, 911 Call, Police

CHAPTER ONE - SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS!

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The blistering Texas sun beamed down on the pavement, smothering downtown Mansfield in an oppressive heat wave. The cloudless sky stretched on in an expanse of clear blue, offering no respite from the sweltering 93°F temperature. The only escapes from the relentless rays were the shady trees in the parks or the cool relief of air conditioning indoors.

As Calleigh locks the office door, she feels the heat radiating in from outside. Having worked in her dad's delivery business for a little over three months now, she easily navigates the building, double-checking that everything is secured for the weekend. Approaching the exit, the intense heat worsens. Calleigh lifts her shirt, revealing a cute pink butterfly piercing on her belly button - a small act of rebellion she got after her first visit with her dad following her mom's move to New York with a new boyfriend. Pushing aside thoughts of New York and the boyfriend she detests, Calleigh fans her exposed stomach with her shirt in a futile attempt to withstand the heat on her way out, silently thanking the universe for Fridays and weekends.

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Brock backs his day-old black Chevrolet Silverado 1500 as close to the garage door as possible. Searching for the key to turn off the engine, he suddenly remembers this truck has a keyless start/stop system—all he has to do is push a button. Brock chuckles a bit of his lack of knowledge about his new car, before he makes a mental note to get used to the new feature.

Though the car met all his needs, Brock struggled to adjust to its high-tech features. While he wanted to embrace the smart house, smart phone, smart car lifestyle, at heart he was old-fashioned. To Brock, a car should just be a car, and a phone just a phone. These days, cars were becoming more like living spaces, packed with extra gadgets and gizmos; and those new phones were multipurpose devices that served not only as phones, but also as calendars, alarm clocks, cameras, journals, and computers. He almost felt that he was too old to keep up, with his 46 years, Brock started to feel that his youth had passed him by long ago.

Placing his toned muscular forearm on the center console; Brock looks over the dashboard. The car's built-in entertainment system was bigger than his nephew's tablet. The right side of the screen informed him that the temperature was a scorching 94°F and climbing; moving over to the left side, where he could decide on what radio station to listen to, operate the car's cameras, use the built-in GPS system, connect his phone via Bluetooth and a bunch of other stuff he'd probably never use.

A quick glance at the clock told him that he had to get to work. He had promised Jack ages ago that he would fix the Oil leak, change the filter, the camshaft belt and do an overall service on the car. But the parts he needed weren't always easy to come by. So here he was, grabbing his mechanic's creeper off his truck, to finally do the job; four months behind schedule.

Brock swings open the garage door, revealing the stunning 1967 Chevy Impala. The sleek black exterior gleams in the sunlight, resembling a rare diamond. Despite its age and need for repairs, the Impala exudes charm, blending masculinity and nostalgic charm. Like Brock, Jack shares a fondness for vintage cars, true American muscle cars such as this. The old cassette player still hums within, and Jack hasn't altered a single detail on the car. There's a palpable sense of trust between them as Brock cherishes the responsibility and level of trust Jack has placed in his hands.

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Calleigh frowned at her license photo. At only 20 years old, she had not yet grown comfortable with her appearance. She felt her nasal bone was too thick, making her eyes seem too far apart. Makeup helped camouflage this to some extent, but no amount of makeup could alter her height. At 5'10", she was taller than average, which made finding flattering clothes a challenge. She often wished she had her mother's petite 5'3" frame, having clearly inherited her stature from the Rollins side of the family. While she could live with her blonde hair, she wished it had more volume. Her lips were too pale and thin for her liking, though makeup could fix that as well. Unlike her mother's ocean blue eyes, Calleigh had green eyes, another Rollins family trait. Glancing in the rearview mirror, Calleigh took stock of herself - blonde hair, blonder in summer; green eyes; lightly pinked lips with distinctive dips cupping her nose; a high forehead. She was a harmonious blend of both parents.

Calleigh connects her phone to the car's entertainment system, the little screen in the middle of the dashboard makes it easy to navigate through spotify to find her song, Coldplay and The Chainsmokers with Something Just Like This. It’s a song that seems fitting for her life right now.

Ever since she moved back to Texas, and Mansfield, she felt like her whole life was already planned for her.

She would get a seat at the board of directors alongside her dad and her grandfather in the delivery business on her 21st birthday in December. It would give her a comfortable and financially steady life, but very few choices.

With an exasperated sigh, Calleigh places her purse in the passenger seat. The black leather seat had small stitched details, a lighter shade of burnt orange in color, along the sides, giving it a more luxurious look.

When her dad had offered to buy her a new car, Calleigh had opted for the Mini Cooper, a car she felt was more suitable for her needs. But Jack had his mind made up on a 2020 Chevrolet Impala, black of course, to have it blend in with the other cars in the garage. After a bit of discussing back and forth, Calleigh had just given up. A car was a car, and she needed one. Although she would have given almost anything to have a convertible right now.

She was thankful for the car, it was nice and spacious with its four doors and five seats, it had room enough for both Calleigh and her friends.

The trunk suited all of her needs with enough room for both grocery shopping and a shopping spree at the local mall. The black leather seats with the burnt orange stitching offered comfort with their user friendly adjustment mechanism. The center console, designed with faux wood, held a spacious storage compartment and a double cup holder, one of which now held the almost empty Venti iced caramel latte that Calleigh got from Starbucks this morning.

The comfortable, highly equipped steering wheel made it easy to answer the phone, change songs, adjust the volume, as well as the heat in the winter. The 2020 Chevy Impala did indeed deliver a luxurious and comfortable driving experience.

She grew up in a well off family, both of her parents came from money. Both the Rollins Delivery Service and the Lewis Jewelry line had been around for generations, earning themselves a good reputation and money to live a more than comfortable life. Despite all of this, Calleigh had never seen herself as spoiled. She knew nothing came for free, that she had to work hard in school, and she had to earn her allowance. Her parents, even if they were never together, had made sure of that.

The drive from downtown Mansfield to South Pointe was roughly 10 to 15 minutes long, depending on traffic. But in this heat, Calleigh feels that it took two hours. Her shirt is sticking to her back, and her throat screams for water to the point where she's about to chug the last of the latte that had been sitting in her car all day. All she wanted was to change into a bikini and spend the rest of the weekend relaxing by the pool in the backyard.

Despite having to spend the weekend alone; without her two best friends. Jessica was preparing for her undergraduate degree, and Molly had been assigned to take a HR Masterclass in Seattle. Her dad was away as well, having a tiny legal crisis in Chicago, he had decided to fly over there himself, to oversee the negotiations. Calleigh looked forward to a weekend by the pool.

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As Calleigh approaches the house, she notices the black Pickup truck that's backed all the way into the now open garage door. Not a truck she recognizes, and they rarely had any other unannounced visitors other than her grandparents or Brock from time to time. But Brock was on a work spree these days. Calleigh hadn’t even seen him since she moved back home; which was strange, because in summertime he practically lived in the garage. Fixing her dad’s various vehicles, as well as his own; whilst sharing some beers with her dad. It was almost so that she thought that they had fallen out. But the legal crisis in Chicago had occupied her dad for quite some time, so that might be it. The two men simply didn't have time for social get-togethers these days. Even Friday Night BBQ was put on hold for the time being.

The Friday Night BBQ was one of Calleigh's most cherished traditions. Her dad and Brock manned the grill while she and her friends frolicked in the pool or yard. As they aged, they took on more duties. Molly routinely brought her signature focaccia and salad— a recipe Calleigh unsuccessfully tried recreating time and time again. Jess handled dessert; her Texas-style peach cobbler was unrivaled, the moist and buttery delight created a sweet symphony on her pallads, and topped with a scoop of peach ice cream, it became unresistable no matter how much anyone had for dinner. Occasionally Molly's mom and Jess's parents joined, packing the expansious backyard with joy, nostalgia, and hearty laughter.

With the memories of time well spent, playing like a movie in her head, Calleigh drives past the house at 2 mph as she examines the truck that's parked in front of the garage. A black Silverado, newer model. Having grown up with a father like Jack, with his fondness for cars, she's picked up a thing or ten. Of course it also helped that she spent numerous afternoons at the Rumlow garage in her early teens, when her dad worked late, or her mom spent time with that new boyfriend.

Calleigh's body goes cold when she remembers the 67 Impala in the garage. Jack's favorite car. He spent years finding the perfect one. If someone is trying to steal it, or parts from it; Jack would go ballistic. And given his military background, it'll not be pretty. For a second Calleigh feels like a six-year old, not knowing what to tell her parents when she broke a glass or spilled water on her bed.

Though South Pointe was a gated community, there were no guards on site. To enter, you needed either a code from a resident or a chip that automatically opened the gate. With the recent expansions and the constant flow of workers going in and out, it was easy for anyone to get in, whether they belonged there or not. And with a truck like the new Silverado, you could easily drive in, fill the spacious bed with whatever you were stealing; and then drive back out, without anyone raising a brow.

Calleigh takes a deep breath, weighing her options. Should she call the police or confront the person in the garage herself? Having spent four years in New York, she knows how to handle situations and always keeps pepper spray in her purse, even in Mansfield, where crime rates are lower. Despite the safer environment, she's aware that appearances can be deceiving, and anyone could pose a threat.

Turning her car at the end of the street, Calleigh retrieves her phone from her purse, its cute pink cover with butterflies and faux diamonds contrasting with the ominous atmosphere she envisions in the garage. Without overthinking, she dials 9-1-1.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” a calm female voice responds after a few rings.

“I'm.…I think someone is breaking into my house,” Calleigh says, suddenly unsure if 9-1-1 was the right choice.

“Are you in the house, ma’am?” The voice persists. Calleigh hesitates, considering whether to hang up and face the intruder alone. “Ma’am, are you inside the house?” the voice repeats.

“N..no. I.. I'm outside.. In my car. I don't know what to do. I… I..” Calleigh is desperate, on the verge of crying. She can't remember the last time she didn't want to be home alone. But this is one of those times.

“What's your name ma'am?” The voice continues, still in that calm tone.

Calleigh takes a breath “Calleigh Lewis Rollins.” She replies, with a shaky breath. Trying to calm down her beating heart.

“Do you know if they're armed?” The woman on the phone continues. Calleigh feels that ice cold feeling in her stomach. Armed? She didn't think about that at all. What if they're armed, what does she do then?

“I don't know. I don't know!” She shakily replies. Her voice on the verge of breaking. Without realizing that she does, she reaches for her pepper spray. The little 3 inch pink container designed as a keychain was easy to carry around, easy to use and it had a neutral design, which made it perfect to carry around for self defense.

“Calleigh, calm down. You're going to be fine. I'll dispatch a unit to your location. What's your address?” The voice continues in a calm soothing manner, which helps to calm Calleigh down.

“2837 Chandler Court” Calleigh replies, happy that she remembered the address. She hasn't lived here too long, and in this particular situation it's things like that that usually slips.

“Do you have any firearms in the house?” Another question about guns. It's not that Calleigh wasn't used to them, it was just that in this situation, guns didn't feel like a safe topic. And this is Texas, everyone has firearms.

“Y..Yeah, we have some. Seven or ten maybe.” Calleigh replies as she does a mental runthrough of the house, trying to remember where Jack keeps all his guns. The gun cabinet in the living room, the hide away cabinet in his bedroom, and the safe in the….. garage. Calleigh takes another shaky breath as she imagines some bad ass crocks breaking into that safe.

“I've dispatched a unit to your location. They'll be there in about ten minutes. And Calleigh, please lock the doors, and stay in the car until the unit arrives.” The voice on the phone informs her, still calm and collected. Calleigh can't believe how they manage to be this calm with people in shock, pain, rage, people who're scared out of their minds. But now, today, she's extremely thankful for it.

Clenching the container with pepper spray in her hand, Calleigh almost whispers into the phone “Yes. Thank you.”

“Calleigh, please stay in the car.” The lady on the phone says again. But Calleigh can hardly hear it. She flips the top of the container in her hand, as she hangs up the phone, and slowly exits the car.

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With half an eye on the wrench around the unwilling screw, and half an eye on the bucket for the oil, Brock tries to get the screw to give. His left foot firmly planted on the concrete garage floor to steady himself, as he struggles to get the screw loose. His biceps flexing, the veins on his arm popping. His teeth clenched in concentration, and the sweat dripped from his forehead.

Brock applies just a bit more muscle power, determined to get the screw to give. The sweat on his hands makes him lose his grip around the wrench. His hand flies up, hitting the car, as the wrench falls to the floor, creating an echo around the oversized garage. “Aaaa, fuck,” he almost screams, as he shakes his hand to try to ease the pain.

The sound of metal hitting concrete, the echo that follows and the screaming make Calleigh jump. Her heart is beating out of her chest, and that ice cold feeling in her stomach comes back. Yes, the 9-1-1 dispatcher told her to lock the doors and stay in the car. But ten minutes? They should know how much damage that can be done within ten minutes. She had to leave the car. But with the screaming and the noise. Maybe she should've stayed put. Anyway, it's too late for that now.

Calleigh places her thumb on the top of the pepper spray container. “Stop what you're doing I have a weapon!” She yells, surprised by how firm her voice is, she lifts the container, ready to attack.

Brock jumps under the car from the voice yelling, something about a weapon. Startled, he tries to sit up, but since he's under the car, sitting up only serves for him to bang his head against the car. “Fuck! Shit! Don't shoot, I'm unarmed!” He yells back in a haste. Quickly moving the creeper, so he can stand up.

Getting up faster than he's ever done before, raising his arms to show whoever it is that he is indeed unarmed. “Don't shoot! I'm un-,” when he sees Calleigh he stops for a second “armed….” He breathes out in surprise at the woman standing before him. Beautiful. That's the only thing he can say about her; Silently in his mind of course.

Calleigh carefully drinks in the man in front of her. His well-worn jeans sit comfortably on his hips, a cloth tucked into the right side. His V-shaped lower abdomen is unlike anything she's seen before, leading up to a six-pack and impressive pecs that could be straight out of a commercial. The oil stains and sweat on his upper body add a sexy touch. Moving upward, she notices strong pecs lightly dusted with chest hair. As she lifts her face, broad-toned shoulders barely register in her mind compared to the veiny upper arms that make her knees feel weak. Before fully revealing the rest, she takes a breath and discovers a strong jawline, dark facial hair, followed by soft, playful, and kissable lips, a broad nose perfectly placed on his flawless face. As her gaze reaches further, she encounters two soft hazel brown eyes adorned with dark lashes and brows. Calleigh's heart skips a beat, and in surprise, she breathes out, "Brock?”

Brock had never seen such beauty and grace. Calleigh had blossomed into a stunning woman, with shoulder-length blonde locks with a few curls framing her face. Her soft pink lips were slightly parted in surprise, complementing her petite nose and accentuating the delicate curves of her upper lip. Her emerald eyes shone like gemstones, undoubtedly a Rollins family trait.

Brock swallows, his heart does a jump in his chest. “Calleigh?” His voice carried a bit of surprise. He remembered Calleigh as a rebellious 16-year old, getting belly-button piercings without permission. He did not expect this God sent beauty. And he's not sure how he should react. This is Jack's daughter. He shouldn't feel his heart jump like this because of her.

Jesus Christ, Calleigh thinks for herself. Did she just think about Brock's lips as kissable? Brock Rumlow? Her dad's best friend. Naha, no way. Take it back, take it back, take it back; she repeats the three words again and again in her head, like a mantra. It's all in vain, when Brock's lips slowly curl up into a half smile. His upper lip on the left side curls up, revealing his teeth. Calleigh feels drawn to it. It's like magnetism, an invisible force that's dragging her towards him. She swallows in a desperate attempt to keep her heart out of her throat. It's Brock, Calleigh! He's over 40 years old, and your dad's best friend; the voice in her head screams to her at this point.

"What errr..." Brock takes the cloth from his jeans and wipes his hands on it before continuing. "What are you doing here?" he questions, his eyes traveling over her. Her short-sleeved white shirt reveals the small dips by her collarbone, and Brock's fingers twitch as his mind imagines gliding his fingertips over them. He knows he shouldn't feel this way. Why does he feel this way? Further down the shirt lays tight over her breasts, Brock swallows from the sight of them. Jesus, get it together, Brock; he silently curses at himself.

“I live here.” Calleigh replies, before he can take in the rest of her. She rubs her hand on her neck. The garage offers shade and a living temperature, but she can still feel the heat from outside. And looking at Brock all sweaty and sexy isn't helping at all. “What are you doing here?” She continues, she knows that's a stupid question. He was on his creeper, under the car when she came in, and the oil stains are also a big giveaway.

“I'm fixing your Dad’s car,” Brock answers her question with a little smile, and a tap on the hood of the Impala. “How's that neighborhood watch thing going for ya?” He adds with a little chuckle.

“Huh?” Calleigh feels like she just fell out of the sky. And she imagines that it must look that way too.

Brock gestures with his head to the container in her right hand, and Calleigh looks down to see her thumb still firmly placed on the top of it. Quickly putting the cap back on, she puts her hand behind her back. “It's nothing. It's just…” she tries, but the damage is already done. The only thing she can hope for now, is that Brock won't tell Jack about it.

“For protection?” Brock asks, as he wipes his abs with the cloth. When Calleigh doesn't answer, he continues. “New York taught you a few things huh?” He delivers the question with an understanding head tilt.

Calleigh takes a breath “Yeah I guess you could say—“ she’s interrupted by sirens approaching.

Brock lets out a little laugh “You called the cops on me.” It's more of a statement than a question. Calleigh feels a rush of embarrassment, as Brock lets out another friendly laugh.

“Not so much on you.. I..” Calleigh starts, moving her legs nervously. “I.. I thought you were someone else,” she tries, but without any kind of words to complete that sentence.

“Well, guess I can only hope that they won't arrest me,” Brock continues to chuckle, as he swings the cloth over his left shoulder, and walks outside to face the police.

Calleigh stays behind for a second or two before she shakes her head and lets out an exasperating breath. This is too embarrassing. Did she really call the cops on Brock? Jesus, she's never going to hear the end of this. This'll be one of those stories that'll be mentioned in a speech at her wedding. She can just hear it in her head ‘And you can feel totally safe, Calleigh will protect her terf whatever the cost. I remember…’ Shaking her head again, she walks outside as well.

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Not one, not two, but three units showed up. Thank you so much brain, for mentioning all the firearms in the house. Calleigh thinks to herself. Thankfully the misunderstanding was easy to clear up. Two of the officers knew Brock, which was understandable since Brock owned the only garage around that was certified to work on the police vehicles. And of course it helped that both the Lewis and the Rollins name was well known around these parts.

Just as the officers are leaving, Calleigh spots Mrs. Callahan across the street, coming out of her house with her walker. Mrs. Callahan was this tiny 4’9" little old lady, with long gray frizzy hair, she always wore white compression socks, a skirt with flower patterns on, a white shirt, a home knitted cardigan and brown slippers, she had lived across the street since forever. She was a really nice old lady, but she put her nose into absolutely everything.

“Miss Calleigh.” She yells across the street, with what little voice she has left. “Miss Calleigh, is everything alright?” She continues, as she walks across the street towards them.

“Yeah, Mrs. Callahan, everything is fine. Don’t worry.” Calleigh smiles at the old lady.

“I saw the police. Are you sure everything is alright? How's your father? Jack is such a sweetheart, don't you think?” Mrs. Callahan continues to talk. The thing with Mrs. Callahan was that after her husband passed away a few years ago, she had become very chatty. And if she started, there was almost no way of stopping her.

“Everything is perfectly fine Mrs. Callahan. It was just a misunderstanding” Brock shoots in, sending Calleigh an amused look when he says misunderstanding. “I can assure you that you can sleep safely.” He continues, giving the old lady a protective smile.

“O..Okay” Mrs. Callahan nods to Brock. Then she stops. “Would you be so kind as to walk an old lady back home, Brock?” She continues with her distinct old lady voice.

Brock sends Calleigh a small smile, before he offers his arm to Mrs. Callahan. When they start the short walk over the street, Calleigh can hear her say ‘Such a sweetheart, such a sweetheart’ over and over again. Calleigh can't help but smile. Both from the old lady calling Brock a sweetheart, and from the fact that Brock seriously makes her heart jump, and her stomach swoop. Both of which are feelings she's never had before.

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Calleigh has just finished maneuvering her car into the garage when Brock returns. Still wearing nothing but his well worn work jeans, with oil stains and rips on them. And then that body. Calleigh swallows hard to not let out any type of sound that can give away how she reacts to this man.

“You want Apple pie?” Brock asks, holding up two Apple pies, one in each hand. “Because I have two of them,” he continues, looking from Calleigh to the pies, and then back to Calleigh again.

Mrs. Callahan might be nosy to the point where Calleigh almost felt uneasy about it. But the old lady did make the most delicious Apple pies. Sweet, zesty and sugary. With the most amazing Granny Smith apples, cooked until perfection, with that sweet taste of cinnamon, a pinch of nutmeg and sugar. Calleigh remembers them from the block parties when she was a little girl. Finishing up her dinner as fast as possible, to make sure she could grab a slice before they were all gone. Her mouth still goes watery when she thinks about it.

“She gave you two?” Calleigh laughs. Smiling wide. Partly for the thought of eating Mrs. Callahan's Apple pies again and partly from the thought that she might sit down with Brock and eat them. Why is that thought so prominent? It's not like Brock hasn't had dinner or food in general in this house before. She practically grew up with him around.

“Two isn't enough?” Brock questions, placing the two pies on the roof of Calleigh's car, before he starts to turn around. “Because I'm pretty sure I can get like five more,” he continues as he starts to leave the garage. Brock chides himself. What the hell is wrong with him? Why is he suddenly acting like a fuckin' teenager? Playing stupid flirting games, so that Calleigh will try to stop him, touch him. Jesus, Brock. He thinks for himself. Calleigh must think he's insane.

“No, no, no,” Calleigh hastily replies, grabbing Brock's wrist. “Two is –,” she involuntarily stops mid sentence from the sensation of Brock's skin against her palm. “Two is fine.. it's –” she continues, meeting his eyes as she lets go of his wrist. One of Brock's fingertips brushes over her palm, sending waves of shivers up her arm “perfect” she breathes out.

“Alrighty then,” Brock smiles, as he once again takes the pies. “Just heat them on 350, for 15 to 20 minutes, and we'll have ourselves a treat,” he continues as he opens the door that leads from the garage into the house.

Calleigh examines his broad and perfectly toned backside. His jeans fit perfectly over his behind. Calleigh swallows again. Stop it, she once again tells herself. “Maybe have a shower first?” She suggests, before she follows Brock. A shower? Really, Calleigh? She thinks to herself, the thought of naked Brock in the shower makes her want to slap herself. Cold shower it is. A really cold shower.

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Calleigh locks the door to the downstairs bathroom, before leaning her forehead against the door. Oh,God. Is she stupid? It's frickin Brock for God's sake. What is she thinking? Turning around, she leans her back against the door, as she glances over the bathroom.

The bathroom had undergone a luxurious renovation. The once white walls were now covered in sleek black and gold marble tiles that gave the space a rich feel. The wood-look flooring stretched out, making the room seem spacious. Acoustic panels in complementary black and wood tones lined the ceiling. Gone was the indoor jacuzzi that Calleigh loved as a child, replaced by a double waterfall shower. Concrete shelves anchored the masculine vanity area. Perched atop were two oval basins crafted from natural river stone, marrying masculinity with luxury. A sauna for four to six sat in one corner, unused but admittedly stylish. Though unfamiliar, Calleigh had to concede the new bathroom was rather nice looking.

Stepping away from the door, Calleigh removes her work clothes, tossing them in the laundry basket by the door. Before she steps into the shower, she once again takes a look at herself in the mirror. She looks… What's the word? Young and inexperienced. Small breasts, though still firm and pointing the ‘right’ way, they're still small. Narrow hips. Damnit! Why does she care so much about this all of a sudden? Brock.. Like he would ever want someone like her. “Why do you care, Calleigh?” She says to the mirror, before she enters the shower.

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The guest bathroom upstairs offers every accommodation a guest might need, whether it was a short or a longer stay. The modern design, such as the subway tiles in the shower, the floating shelves for towels and toiletries, the bathtub, with it's spa-like bath pillow, and the shower curtain, resting on a black shower rod, that stretched from one wall to another, mixed with the intricate black and white pattern on the floor tiles it gave the room a contemporary yet nostalgic charm.

Brock leans forward in the shower, leaning his arms against the wall as he lets the water wash over his neck, dripping down over his eyes and nose. He takes a deep breath. He'd almost forgotten that feeling. Aside from the fact that he'd promised himself to never go down that path again, he had to admit that it did feel good. That warm feeling, that was pumped out in his entire body with every heartbeat. That childish need for physical contact. But no. He couldn't do this. Not with her. Not with Calleigh. He's 26 years older than her, old compared to her. Though he was in good physical shape, he was still older than her. A lot older. After he took his therapist's advice to work out more to clear his head, his workout routine had become his safe place. A place where he didn’t have to think about Iraq or Afghanistan or Taylor. Just thinking about her name makes him feel cold. Calleigh, he thinks for himself. Calleigh with the gemstone eyes and perfect lips. Calleigh with the soft skin he felt when his fingers brushed over her palm. Calleigh… Yeah, Calleigh’s better. Calleigh’s definitely better. Fuck, what is he doing?

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Calleigh looks between the knee-length tights and the white cotton shorts, weighing her options. The tights that cover more of her body or the comfortable shorts that's more suitable for this weather. God, this is just stupid. And why would Brock care anyway? Why does she care? Since when did what she wore around Brock become an issue? Opting for the shorts, she rolls her eyes at herself and her teenage-like thinking. The shorts fit better with the top anyway, and for some reason it feels important to look good right now.

After meticulously applying her make-up, Calleigh takes a good long look in the mirror. Her white shirt, with the blue and white butterfly pattern on the front sits perfectly on her body, hugging what's supposed to be hugged. Well, more like what's there to actually be hugged. Pouting a bit to her reflection and shaking her head at herself, she turns around checking if everything is in its right place. The straps on her bra are visible due to the shirts open back. After a few unsuccessful attempts trying to fix that issue, Calleigh gives up. Visible straps are better than a bikini anyway. No poolside relaxing today, there's no way she'll be strolling around in a tiny bikini with Brock around.

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The red light that indicates that the oven has reached its wanted temperature turns off, and Calleigh places the two pies into the oven. Thankful that Brock wasn't done upstairs yet. Those feelings she gets when he's around. They're… Calleigh doesn't even have the words to describe them. Sure she's been in love before, or at least smittened. She even had boyfriends, not too many or to long lasting, but still. But the feeling never lasted. And it was never like this. That feeling of her stomach doing gymnastics inside of her. What is that? Looking at the pies warming in the oven. Calleigh tries to make some sense out of all these emotions.

“Wouldn't it be funnier to… I don't know, watch a movie or something?” The voice suddenly talking over Calleigh's head startles her to the point where she hastily stands up. Banging her head into Brock's chin. “Ouch” Brock breathes out as he lets his hand glide over his chin.

“Oh, God,” Calleigh replies. Her expression is a mix of embarrassment and guilt. “I'm so sorry. Are you okay?” She continues, and without realizing that she does she lifts her arm to touch him where they collided. His rugged facial hair tickles her fingers as she carefully let them glide over his chin.

“I gotta say that your self-defense technique is a little unorthodox,” Brock smiles. “But it works, it definitely works,” he continues. The feeling he gets from Calleigh's touch is unlike anything he's ever felt before. A mix of excitement, guilt and that warm feeling spreading throughout his body.

Calleigh can't help but laugh. Brock always used to be funny, kinda like the cool uncle she never had since both her parents were an only child. She can remember millions of times when she was younger. Brock taking her to amusement parks, Brock dressing up as various animals or superheroes for her birthday parties, Brock letting her ride shotgun with him, even though Jack had told him not to. But for some reason the funny he shows her now, that funny feels different.

Suddenly realizing she's still touching him, Calleigh reatracts her hand, covering it with the other hand as she gives Brock an apologetic smile. What's gotten into her? Why does she feel like this around him all of a sudden?

“Is your head alright?” Brock asks, almost instantly regretting his poor choice of words. “From the… err.. bump,” he adds, when he sees the confusion on Calleigh's face. He lifts his hand, and carefully lets it glide over her head.

“Yeah”, Calleigh breathes out as she once again meets Brock's eyes. “I'm…” she continues, as Brock's hand glides down to her neck before stopping on her shoulder. “Good..” Whispering the last word so low that she's not sure Brock even hears it. It's definitely a connection between them. Or is it? Is she fooling herself? And if that's the case, then why?

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The evening goes on. With Apple pies, ice cream, a movie on TV and a phone call from a worried Jack.

Mrs. Callahan had called him, and told him about the police being at the house. No surprise there. After about 14 failed attempts to call Calleigh, Jack had resolved to call Brock. Overprotective as he was, he was worried out of his mind. Before Brock explained how everything really went down, Jack was like two seconds away from jumping on the first flight back home. But after some discussion back and forth Brock had told him that he'd stay with Calleigh for the duration of Jack's stay in Chicago. For Calleigh, Jack's overprotectiveness in this situation was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing since this meant that she could spend some more time with Brock, and a curse for that exact same reason.

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After getting ready for bed, and before she turns off the lights, Calleigh sends a message in the group chat she shares with Molly and Jess.

‘Call me ASAP. I need to talk.’

No matter if there's a connection there or not, Calleigh needs to talk to someone about this. It's way too heavy to carry by herself. And what better people to talk to, than her two best friends.

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My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Sixty - Have You Thought About Names At All?

For the next couple of weeks, you lay out your plan. Brock and Jack are good at this, you just follow along. Both Brock and Jack have several safe houses around the City that SHIELD doesn't know about. Having been best friends since the military, the two guys knew and trusted each other.

You knew that SHIELD had access to almost any weapon around, but the arsenal Brock and Jack have accumulated through the years, still takes your breath away. Every weapon known to man are there. From pepper spray and tasers, hand grenades and tear-gass to machine guns and small handguns.

None of them goes back to SHIELD. Too risky, they both say. Since Pierce actually saw them saving you. And Brock did what he did. Dixon feeds you with information whenever he can. And Brock and Jack gather up their military friends, stations them on various locations, to keep Pierce under surveillance.

To keep it from getting too obvious what you're up to, you're still staying in your apartment. But every time you leave, you turn on a silent alarm, so that you'll know if someone is waiting for you when you return. The whole thing makes you feel like you're in the middle of an action movie. It's thrilling, but at the same time scary. You feel like Rumlow almost sleeps with his eyes open.

You try to go on with your daily lives. Going to check ups for the baby, shopping for baby stuff. Try to make everything seem as normal as possible. As Brock tells you, you can never be too careful. Grow an extra set of eyes in your neck. You can never know who's who, when it comes to SHIELD. Pierce have people deep in his pockets, even people you might consider to be your friends.

Brock and Jack are good teachers. You already know combat, now you have to learn stakeout, and to be as Stealth as possible. And you don't have much time to do it. Pierce feels like a bomb, a bomb that could go off any second. Will you be ready for that?

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The night before your first ultrasound, you finally get some time alone with Brock. And since you decided that tomorrow, ultrasound day was going to be a day off. You can finally relax in his arms again. Without thinking plans, Guns and murder.

- How do you feel, princess?

He asks, as he caresses your stomach. It has gotten a bit bigger. At least you feel so. Brock doesn't seem to mind.

- And how is he doing?

He leans down and places a kiss on your stomach. Smiles up at you, you smile back.

- I'm still pretty sure it's a girl.

Another kiss on your stomach.

- Do you think we'll find out tomorrow?

He asks, as he makes his way up to your face, kissing you.

- I don't know. I have no idea when you can see that.

He lies down beside you. Just looks at you. His hazel brown eyes, radiating love.

- Have you thought about names at all?

You give him a little smile.

- Well, if it's a boy. I thought maybe Jacob. I don't know. I just always loved that name.

You say. You never thought about actually having to name a baby. And that you two together have to agree on a name.

- I like it..

He replies.

- And if it's a girl?

You look away for a second. You're not exactly scared. But you do wonder how he will react to your suggestion. You haven't exactly talked about it much. And you don't know if he really wants to. Maybe it's too painful for him.

- What's wrong?

He gently grabs your face, kisses you again, soft.

- You can tell me anything. You know that, right?

- I... I thought.. Maybe.... Isabella, after your mom..

You keep eye contact with him. Waiting for a reaction. He smiles.

- What do you think about Abigail Isabella?

You move closer to him, and he puts an arm around you.

- Abigail, huh?

You say, looking at him again.

- Yes. It means "fathers joy". And that's what she'll be. And you of course.

You nuzzle your face into his neck.

- It's perfect!

You answer, taking a deep breath. Taking in his scent. Hoping that you'll remember this moment forever.

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When you sit down to wait at the doctors office, you suddenly feel nervous. You grab Rumlows hand. He interlocks his fingers with yours, before looking up at you.

- Everything alright, YN?

You look down on his hand in yours.

- I don't know. What if something is wrong? What if something happened when I...

Rumlow places a kiss on your forehead. Like he always does, to show how much he cares about you. And when he want's to protect you.

- Medical gave you both a clean bill of health. And if there is something wrong, then we'll deal with it together.

- But what if...

You don't get to say anything else, before the doctor calls your name. You take a deep breath, before you walk into the office.

You both shake the doctors hand. Before he tells you to lie down, and lift up your shirt. You let go of Rumlows hand, while you lift up your shirt, only to grab it again the second you're finished.

- This might feel a bit cold.

The doctor says, before he pours some gel on your stomach, and turns on the ultrasound. Moving the little device around your stomach. Measuring, writing stuff down on a piece of paper.

- As you can see there..

He points to the screen.

- A healthy, good heartbeat. And right here...

He points again.

- You can see the spine. Everything is perfect. She lives like a Queen in there.

- She??!!??

Both you and Rumlow say it at the same time.

- Oh. I'm sorry. You didn't want to know?

Rumlow stands up.

- No, no harm done. You, were right, YN! A girl!

He leans down and kisses you.

- Abigail Isabella.

You say, smiling up at him.

- And she's going to be such a daddys girl.

You add. Before Rumlow gives you yet another kiss.

- Can we get some kind of picture of her, you know from in there?

Rumlow is overloading with joy and pride. You can see it in his eyes. And that makes you love him even more.

- I'm sure she'll look like you, YN. The most beautiful girl in the world.

He says, as he once again looks at the screen.

- I hope she gets your eyes.

You say, before you have to close your eyes, and let a few tears of joy escape them.

Everything is perfect, you're going to be a mom. Just one more obstacle, and then life can finally start.

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Wrong Address (Brock Rumlow One-Shot)

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The picture on the screen almost screams to you. “Order me, use me, you need me”. The magic wand on the screen is black, with some blue details on, you read the description again, and stop at that one sentence “guaranteed to bring you to orgasm”. Fuck, how you need this now. After a month as a single woman, you’re tired of using your fingers. You need this. You press order, and then “continue shopping”. You find a couple of other things you’d like to try as well. You’re single now, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.

PLACE ORDER (EXPRESS DELIVERY) the price for express delivery is ridiculous, but with the way you’re feeling right now, you just can’t wait. The order confirmation mail tells you that the package would be delivered in about two hours. You take a breath. You can wait for two hours. Right? Take a shower, that might help. Even though you’d be on your own with these toys, you can still shave, and look good. That will probably make the fantasy easier to really feel.

You take your time in the shower, both to pass time, and to really make sure you look your best. Not one hair out of place, and not one hair in places they shouldn’t be.

When you’re done in the shower, and fully dressed again, you pour yourself a glass of white wine, and turn on your TV. You contemplate putting on an adult movie, but you push it away. That can wait. You need your toys first.

PIP!

Your phone tells you that you received a message. You grab it, and read “your package has been delivered to your door!” You almost jump up from your couch, and open your door. But you can’t see any package. You look up and down the hallway in your building. Nothing. Could someone have snatched it, in those three seconds it took you to open the door? This is so typical! Typical your luck! Screw this!

You slam the door shut, and call the delivery company.

– UPS delivery service, how can I help you?

A lady says on the other line.

– Err.. Yes, this is YN YLN. I just got confirmation that my package was delivered to my door. But there’s nothing there.

You say, upset.

– OK, let’s see, what number did you get your confirmation from?

The lady asks. And you give her the number.

– I’ll call the person who delivered it, and see what I can find out, and I’ll call you right back!

You hang up. Fuck this shit. Those things you ordered aren’t exactly something you want the whole world to know about. Not that you care that people know, but it’s not like you broadcast it.

PIP!

Your phone tells you you got another message. A picture this time. A picture of your package outside a door. A door that is not yours. It’s not even in your building. The floor and the walls are different. Where did they deliver your package? And to whom? Your phone beeps again, it’s the UPS service calling back.

– Yes!

You say, angry this time.

– Did you get the confirmation picture ma’am?

The lady on the other line sounds upset as well.

– Yes, but that’s not my door!

You answer, still angry.

– The package was delivered to the correct address ma’am! Maybe you should check again!

She continues.

– The delivery person is sure of that. They delivered it to the correct address.

Now she sounds angry as well.

– Well I didn’t move in the last two hours, so that’s not my address!

You say, before you hang up. Fuck this shit. You could study the picture, and try to find out where the package was delivered. But that will be almost impossible. FUCK! Anyway, you need to relax before you even think about doing that. So fingers it is…. Again. Screw UPS! You were looking forward to trying something new tonight. And to actually get an orgasm for a change.

You make sure that your door is locked, before you make yourself comfortable on the couch. Let your hand slowly glide into your underwear. You close your eyes. Trying to see your dream guy in front of your face. Trying to convince yourself that he’s the one touching you. God, how amazing that’d be. To have that tall, dark, muscular strong man, with brown eyes, touching you like this. Kissing your neck, and whispering sexy phrases in your ear, with that husky voice you imagine he has. To have his strong hands grabbing your wrists, and tell you to stay still and let him do his thing. You can almost smell the imaginary perfume. Fuck, you’re getting wet as fuck just by thinking about it. You let your index finger glide over your clit. You let out a soft moan. Fuck, you can’t take this anymore. You push two of your fingers inside you, massaging your walls with them, clenching your muscles. Fuck. You moan again. Jesus, are you actually going to make yourself cum. You pick up the intensitet on your fingers, your other hand helping by rubbing your clit.

– Ahhhh..

You let out. Fuck this feels good. Your eyes still closed, as you conjure your dream guy in your head. What he feels like, how he smells. His fingers inside you, and his lips on your neck. FUCK! Your back arches off the couch, your toes curling, you’re breathing so heavy it makes your mouth go dry.

Then there’s a knock on your door.

FUCK! Why is this happening to you? You can’t even have an orgasm without people interfering! This better be important! Or else the person knocking will get a BIG piece of your mind!

You angrily unlock and open the door, ready to yell at whoever’s outside. But when you open the door, and look at the person standing there. You almost fall backwards. HOLY FUCK! Did you actually conjure your dream guy? That is some powerful masturbation. You can’t get a single word out. This guy, standing outside your door has rendered you speechless.

– Err.. Hi?

He says.

– Eh…

That is the only sound you’re able to make.

– Are you, YN YLN?

He continues.

– Ehmm..

God, YN. Say something! Right now you probably both look and sound like a fish on dry land.

– Is this your package?

He says, lifting up the package.

– W… what?

You say. Unable to take your eyes away from this guy’s face. He is literally the spitting image of the guy you conjured in your head just a few seconds ago.

– Your package?

He says again.

– It was delivered to me, by mistake. You are YN YLN right?

He says, looking at you.

– Yes, yes. That’s me!

You finally manage to say.

– Thank God! You’re a hard person to find. I feel like I’ve been in every building in a four mile radius.

He says, as he gives you your package and takes a breath.

– Thank you!

You say, continue to look at him. He even has the right shade of brown in his eyes. How did this happen?

– Err.. Do you want to come in for a cup of coffee?

You ask. What are you doing? He could be an ax murderer or something worse even. But for some reason you can’t seem to believe that an ax murderer can look this fricking good.

– Sure, a coffee sounds great.

He says, as he enters your apartment. You look at his back. He has a tshirt on, and jeans. Fricking hot body. You just stand there and look. Move, YN, move. You think for yourself, but your eyes are glued to this guy’s back.

He turns around.

– Err.. Weren’t you going to make coffee?

He asks, smiling. Fuck, even his smile is perfect. And you didn’t have that orgasm. This guy isn’t exactly helping your body to get over that fact.

– Yes, yes.. Sure! Just sit down….

You look at the couch you just lied on, and you desperately try to find another spot for him. But you’re too late. He sits down on your couch.

– There…

You say, defeated.

– Nice place you have!

He says, as you turn on your coffee machine. Then you hear a small pffts, and the machine goes dead.

– Fuck!

You almost yell. He turns around to look at you.

– Something wrong?

He says, getting up, and walks over to you.

– Nah… Just my fucking coffee machine…

You say, putting the two coffee cups down in the sink.

– No worries. This wine is good!

He says, lifting up a bottle of wine. You look at him. What is his deal? Not that you would say no to a glass of wine with this guy. But, where is he getting all this self confidence from?

He walks back to the couch.

– Looks like you already started. Did you know I was coming?

He asks, when he sees your wine glass on the table. What in the world? You think. You’ve never met anyone like him before, and it intrigues you. Not only because of his looks.

– What? I can’t enjoy a glass of wine by myself?

You say, trying to sound as confident as he is. But you’re unsure if it’s working.

– You’re single, aren’t you?

He asks, letting his tongue glide over his bottom lip. That move alone makes the spot between your legs throb.

– As of recently, yes!

You answer, as you sit down, and pours you both a glass.

– I can tell! Aren’t you going to open your package?

He asks, taking a big gulp of his wine. You look at him. Taking a gulp yourself.

– Nah, it can wait.

You say, putting your glass back on the table.

– It said express delivery. Felt like it was important to you.

He continues. Pouring more wine for both you and him. You clear your throat.

– Well, I have company now, so it can wait.

You answer, sending him a small smile. And lift up your glass to drink some more wine. All this talk about your package makes you a bit embarrassed. After all, you know what’s inside.

– Something in the package you don’t want me to see? Something private?

The way he says the last word makes you choke on your wine, you calf like crazy. He pats your back.

– Hey, you OK?

He asks, you nod. You don’t dare to speak, afraid that your voice will break, and you’ll start to calf again. He keeps his hand on your back. And you like how his touch feels.

– I’m Brock, by the way. I think I forgot to tell you that.

He says, as he lets his hand gently glide up and down your back.

– YN! But you already knew that.

You say, and look at him. You can’t believe that someone can actually look this good.

– Well, YN!

He says, clears his throat.

– I… I think I might owe you an apology..

He continues, clears his throat again.

– Eh..

You say. Apology? You don’t even know this guy. The only thing he should apologize for, is the fact that he knocked on your door right the second you were about to have an orgasm.

– I… I kinda opened your package..

He says, letting his hand rest on your lower back.

– What??!!? Why did you do that??

You almost yell. Embarrassed out of your mind, and probably red as a tomato in your face. Brock laughs a bit.

– I was waiting for a package myself. So when I got this one…

He puts the package in your lap.

– I thought it was mine. I kinda understood that it wasn’t when I opened it.

He says, laughs a bit again. You look at him again. Trying to at least pretend that you’re not embarrassed.

– Were you going to have some fun tonight?

He asks, letting his hand glide up to your shoulder, and down your arm. For some reason you let him.

– What makes you think that?

You ask. Trying to sound confident. He just points to the note that says “Express Delivery”, then he smiles at you, a teasing smile.

– Want to test them out?

He asks, letting his fingertips glide over your hand.

– I wasn’t..

You say. He gently grabs your wrist, lifting your hand up to his face, smelling your fingers. Smiles at you again.

– It kinda smells like you want to test them out..

He says, before he lets his tongue touch your fingers. You let out something that sounds like a moan.

– See.. I told you..

He says, leaning in closer, you do the same.

– So? Should we open your package?

He asks. You nod, slowly. Swallowing. He leans in even closer, whispers in your ear.

– That black thing will make you scream my name!

He whispers, lingers next to your ear for a while, before he slowly moves his lips to meet yours.

– Mmhmm..

You say, when he pulls back again. Then you slowly start to open your package. The whole time you can feel his eyes on you.

When you’re finally done opening it, and all the four items you ordered, lies on the table, he picks up the box with the magic wand. Carefully open it, and take it out.

– Beautiful, isn’t it?

He says, moving his eyes from the wand, to you.

– Do you have any batteries?

He continues. You nod, slowly. For some reason you really want to see this through.

– You might want to go and get them.

He says again, letting his hand slowly glide up your thigh.

You get up, and get the batteries. When you sit back down again, he takes them from you, and gets the wand ready. Then he proceeds to your other devices. You follow his movements with your eyes, swallow.

– Lie down!

He says, when he’s finished. You slowly lie down on the couch. Keeping your eyes on him. When you’re on your back, he lifts your skirt up, slowly removing your underwear,and then he places your leg up on the back of the couch. Now you’re completely open to him. You take a shaking breath.

He lets his fingertips glide over the inside of your thigh.

– Ahhhmmmmm…

You let out, and he smiles at you.

– I knew you’d like this…

He says, before he starts to place kisses on your inner thighs. All the way up. Then he stops for a second. You let out a whimper.

– You want me to continue?

He asks. You nod.

– You want me to taste you? To taste this beautiful wet part of you?

He continues, as he uses two fingers to open you up, exposing you even more.

– Yes!

You say. Bucking your hips.

– So eager…

He says, before he leans down, and lets his tongue glide over you. Painfully slow.

– Fuck!

You almost scream. Shit! This is better than any toy. He lets his finger tease your entrance, before he slips it inside, quickly joined by another.

– Ahhh..

You moan, as he closes his lips over your clit, sucking on it. You desperately bucky your hips, as he finds that sweet sensitive spot, and focuses solely on that.

– Yes, that’s it!

He murmurs into your wet flesh. His breath on your already sensitive clit, makes it throb even more.

– I want you!

You moan out, grabbing his hair. He gently gets himself out of your grip, stands up, and removes his clothes. You follow him with your eyes. His body is in lack of a better word, amazing. Broad shoulders, dark skin, and a six pack that screams “touch me”. You let your eyes trail further down. Some dark hairs showing the way down to his erection. It takes all you have, not to reach out and touch it. Fuck this guy is good looking.

– Want to feel it?

He asks, looking from his erection to you. You nod. Fuck how you want to touch it, feel it, taste it.

He picks up the magic wand from the table. Turn it on, smiling at you. You slightly turn your head, to get better access to him, before you close your fist around him.

– Ahhh.. Mmmm..

He says, when you let your tongue glide over his head. He slowly moves the wand down between your legs, and you close your lips around him, swirl your tongue around, before you slowly take him down.

– Aaaaa.. Yes!

He moans, letting the want touch your clit.

– Fuck, girl!

He lets out, before he puts some more strength on the wand.

– Mmmmmm..

You moan around his cock. You can feel it throbbing, and you taste the precum. Fuck! He ups the pace on the wand. You move your head away from him. Look up at his face

– I want you inside me!

You can hear yourself say, as your eyes meet. You don’t have to ask twice. He’s on top of you in milliseconds, entering you right away.

– Aaahh. Fuck! So tight!

He grunts into your ear.

– Fuck me, Brock!

You moan into the skin of his neck, as he grabs your shoulders, and fucks you into the couch. The way his cock is massaging your walls mixed with his breath on you, and his words. It almost pushes you over the edge. You can feel your orgasm start to build.

– Ahhhh.. Fuck! Shit!

You scream, as you clench your muscles around him.

Then he stops, sits up between your legs, looking at you.

– Don’t stop!

You say, almost angry. He smiles.

– So hungry for it…

He says, before he grabs your hips, and drags you up in his lap, before he enters you again.

– Fuck, this looks amazing!

He grunts, as he slowly glides in and out of you.

– To see you gripping around me, desperate to have me inside. You wetness glistening all over me! Fuck!

He continues, as he painfully slowly massages your walls with each thrust.

– Please!

You beg, falling down on the couch.

– Plh…

You try again, but you can’t even finish the word, before the wand touches your clit again, and he ups his pace.

– Fuuuuckkeehhhh…

You scream out. Grabbing whatever you can. Fucking hell. You’ve never felt anything like this before.

– YES!!

He moans.

– I can feel this thing vibrating on my cock! Fucking amazing. Want to cum?

He grunts, as he keeps thrusting into you.

– Yes! I want.. Need to cum!

You moan.

– Are you a squirter?

He asks. Your head is all wrapped up in that Electric feeling inside, but you get what he’s asking.

– I don’t know, I’ve never felt this befoooooooooo… Fuuuckeheee..!

You scream, moan, and shake without any control. God in heaven. Fuck! You feel like you’re about to lose yourself completely. You’re wildly bucking your hips, and you can feel his hands on your inner thighs. They are gliding up and down, caressing your thighs. You slowly start to come back to reality.

– You’re a squirter alright.

He says, when your eyes meet again.

– You might need to clean your couch..

You take a breath.

– They kept their promise…

You finally say, smiling.

– Promise?

He looks at you.

– Orgasm guarantee..

You say, then you both start to laugh.

– To be fair, I think I deserve half the Credit for that.

He says, when you’re done laughing. You look at him. Tilt your head a bit.

– I think it was the wand…

You say, with a teasing smirk.

– Oh, really?

He says, carefully leaning over you, slipping both his arms under your back, before he lifts you up, so you straddle him.

– How about you give me a chance to prove you wrong?

His erection still stands proud. You grind your lower body into him.

– Mmmhmm.. I’m all yours…

You say, leaning your head back. He leans in and places a kiss on your neck.

– No machine can compare to the real thing.

He says, as he slowly enters you again…

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Frank Grillo Characters Masterlist

One of my absolute favorite people in the whole wide world. I absolutely adore Frank. His amazing personality, and the range he shows in his acting skills, makes him one of the most inspirational people I´ve ever had the privilege to talk to. The fact the he still doesn't have an Oscar surprises me.

This is where you´ll find my collection of my Frank Grillo Characters fics. Happy Reading. Comments, reblogs and a red heart is highly appreciated.

ONE-SHOTS!

Private Workout (Alvey Kulina X Reader One-Shot)

Alvey´s Game (Alvey Kulina X Reader One-Shot)

Wrong Address (Brock Rumlow One-Shot)

A Helping Hand (Hydra Husbands One-Shot)

Bloody Nose (Brock Rumlow X Reader)

FINISHED STORIES!

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Wheelman

My Saviour

Ongoing Stories!

My Brother`s Best Friend

Bound & Brockened

Escort To The Multiverse

Home Sweet Home

Friendly Fire

You are the new medic at Navy Street, assigned to make sure the fighters are fit to fight, and to stitch them up if they get injured.

You've been in the game before. And you know Alvey, better than most people.

Shelby & Lisa hired you, without consulting with Alvey. And Alvey is not happy when he sees you.

You suddenly find yourself in the middle of a half broken up Kulina family, drug and alcohol abuse, and a Navy Street gym that is about to wreck itself from the inside out.

Will your strong will and smart mouth get them out of the ditch they dug for themselves? Or will you go down with them?

DISCLAMER: I'm not the biggest Lisa fan, so she's a side character in this one, she already left, and is not coming back. Remember this is Fiction, so don't hate me for changing parts of the story. I know a lot of you are BIG Kingdom fans (so am I). I just wanted to make this story my own. I Hope you'll like it.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Drug and alcohol abuse Graphic Sexual Description Violence Strong Language Public Sex

UPCOMING STORIES!

YN Stark, Tony Starks oldest daughter just moved into the Stark towers after a messy break up. she immediantly bonds with Natasha. With her smart mouth and her IDFC attitude she manages to keep almost everyone at arms length. Mind made up at "Every Guy Is An Asshole". YN will never ever let another man into her life.

But then….

…. She meets Brock Rumlow at one of her dads parties..

Brock Rumlow don't want another girl. Every girl he's been with always seems to want him for one thing, and one thing only. Not that he minds that. Intimacy is great once in a while. But no girlfriends. Not now, not ever.

But when he one night gets seated next to Tony Starks daughter, things change. She is everything he's not. Caring, loving…. Beautiful. He want's her. But he'll have to work for it. Is it worth the risk?

Tony Stark loves his daughter, although he wasn't exactly ready to father her again when she was over 30 years old. But when she moves in. Tony sees that she inherited his smart mouth, and his sense of humor. The bond between father and daughter grows. It's even better than before. That's why he doesn't care one bit for it when YN starts to talk to SHIELD agent Brock Rumlow.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ Family dispute, emotional baggage, Graphic sexual description, drinking, Description of nudity, emotions, strong language

Do not interact with this story if ANY of this is triggering to you. Stay safe ❤️

Brock Rumlow. The university's star quarterback. A talented fotball player, with an inability to behave himself.

You! Psychology Major, about to write your doctorate!

When your paths cross. You will both learn a thing or two about each other, and about yourself.

18+ story⚠️

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY IF YOU'RE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

Story will contain Graphic sexual descriptions, graphic descriptions of violence, emotional trauma, domestic abuse, mental illness, emotional baggage!

These are Trigger warnings. Please read them and respect them!

Stay safe & Happy reading❤️

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Home Sweet Home (AU Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Nine - Perfect Day!

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Sorry for being MIA a while. I haven´t been feeling too good. But hopefully I´m back now. And chapter nine of Home Sweet Home is here for you to enjoy!

Pairing: Brock Rumlow (Mechanic ex Military Brock) X Reader

Word Count: 2433

Summary: What do you tell your friends, when you just did it for the first time?

Warnings: Age-Gap, friendship, fluff bordering on smut, mentions of sex

DISCLAIMER: This is an AU story. But I still don´t own any of the MARVEL characters, only my original ones.

HAPPY READING!

You wake up the next morning from Brock placing a kiss on your forehead, letting you know he's leaving for his run. And just as yesterday, you have a cup of coffee ready for him, when he returns.

- Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, YN?

Brock says, turning towards you, after putting your empty coffee cups in the dishwasher.

You've never had anyone tell you anything like that before, and you're not exactly sure what to answer. Brock lets his thumb glide over your lips.

- You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.

He says, before leaning in for a kiss. His arms gently sliding around your waist when you kiss him.

- Mmmmmm

You say, when he pulls back. He looks at you, smiling. Is his smile brighter today? You smile back.

- I want to wake up to this every day?

You say, instantly regretting it. Although you've known Brock your entire life. This is way too soon, to blurt out something like that.

- I mean...

You start, but you don't get to say anything else, before Brock lifts you up on the kitchen counter, and kisses you again.

- Me too, YN! Me too!

He says, before he plants yet another kiss on your lips.

- But I don't think Jack is quite ready for me to move in..

He continues, with a little smile. But you know that he's serious. Your dad will be gone maybe three or four more days. And when he gets back, Brock won't be in the guest room anymore. The thought of that makes your heart sink. You look at each other, and then he lets his hand glide up on the side of your face, just like that night in the pool.

- Hey, where's that light in your eyes, that I love so much?

He asks. You smile from his question. And he smiles back at you.

- There it is!

He says, lifting you off the counter again. Kissing you one last time, before you drive to work.

Around lunchtime, both Molly and Jess show up at your office, placing a ton of food items on your desk. But none of them are burgers.

- Hey! Where's my burger?

You ask, as Molly and Jess sit down.

- Oh, no no.. This isn't a burger talk! THIS is a SPICY food talk!

Jess states, biting down on a haljapeno popper.

You look over the items scattered around your desk.

- Did you like buy every single item they had?

You ask. Laughing a bit.

- I didn't get the baked potato.

Jess answers, taking yet another big bite of her popper. You look at her, then you look over at Molly, gesturing with your hands that you don't have a clue what she's doing.

- Oh, she said she could eat, because you were going to talk.

Molly says, glancing over at Jess, who nods eagerly.

- Talk about what?

You ask.

- Mmhggmmsjj

Jess says, with her mouth full of haljapeno popper. You start to laugh.

- You're going to have to repeat that. I didn't quite get it.

You say. And then Molly bursts out in laughter as well. Jess is frantically trying to chew up, so she can talk again. That only serves for Molly and you to laugh even harder.

- I want... No, let me get this right... This is important stuff. I NEED to know how my advice worked out for you last night!

Jess finally says, when she's done chewing.

Molly looks from Jess to you, and then back to Jess again.

- Hey! Why aren't I in the mix here? What don't I know?

Molly says, looking back and forth between you and Jess.

- YN slept with Brock last night!

Jess says, triumphantly. Making herself more comfortable in the chair she sits in.

- NO!

Molly blurts out, almost before Jess is done talking. Looking at you.

You roll your eyes at Jess, before you sit down in your chair, and bite down on a hot wing.

- Oh, come on, YN!

Jess says, eagerly waiting for your response.

- Look me in the eye, and tell me you didn't sleep with him!

She continues, leaning forward in the chair.

- Did you…. Sleep with him?

Molly finally enters the conversation.

- I did….

You finally say, smiling. You don't know why, but every time you think about it, you smile.

- YOU DID!!!! How was he?

Molly almost screams, then instantly puts her hands in front of her mouth.

- IT! I ment how was IT?

Molly continues. Red like a tomato, and desperately trying to hold in her excitement.

- No, you didn't!

Jess states, looking at Molly.

- So… How was he?

Jess continues, turning her head towards you, and folding her hands in her lap, to show you that she's ready to listen to you. Molly does the same.

- See? She also wants to know!

Jess says, finishing off her little "how was he" speech.

You lean back in your chair.

- He was so….

You let the sentence hang in the air. How do you explain this?

- …. Considerate

You finally say. You don't know what other words to use. And it's not like you have anything or anyone to compare him to.

- Considerate? You had considerate sex?

Jess says, raising her eyebrows.

- Jess, shush! This is romantic!

Molly says. Looking back at you.

- It was romantic…

You agree, leaning your head back and looking up.

- Did he say anything?

Molly asks, not taking her eyes away from you.

- I love you! He said "I love you"

You answer, closing your eyes, smiling wider from the memory of his eyes looking into yours, and those three words.

- Aaawww…

Molly and Jess say, at the same time. Looking at each other.

- Wait, what.. He loves you? He said he loves you???

Molly suddenly comes back to reality.

- Mhm..

You answer, still in the middle of your memory.

- Do you know what this means?

Jess says, her voice loud, as she sets her eyes on you.

- YN has a boyfriend! Aaawww. That's so sweet!

Molly says, with stars in her eyes.

- No!

Jess says. Letting her hands hit her thighs.

- It means that she has no spicy stuff to tell me.

She continues. You smile at her.

- Sorry, Jess. Guess you'll just have to wait.

You say, with a friendly tilt with your head.

- This is so romantic. We don't need the Spice, right Jess?

Molly asks, looking at Jess, and raises her eyebrows to show Jess that she should embrace the romanse.

- I know, I know. But, I don't HAVE a boyfriend right now. I have to live vicariously through HER!

Jess states, pointing at you.

- I do love the romance, though!

She continues.

- He really said that he loves you?

Jess asks, ending the whole spicy discussion.

- He did!

You say, still smiling wide.

- Twice!

You add, lifting up two fingers, to stress the twice statement. Halfway gliding into the memory again.

- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Jess yells, jumping up from the chair!

- Fuck, my boss is going to KILL me. Molly, we have to go, go, go!

Jess continues to yell, as she yanks open your door.

- I'll never get back to work in ten minutes!

She continues, and runs out the door.

- Don't speed!

You yell after her, before you lean back in your chair again, put your hands behind your head, and once again glide into the memory of last night.

It's almost 8.pm when you finally park your car in the driveway. Brock's truck is already parked. You spent a couple of more hours in the office that you originally planned on, but you had to get those orders through. Now you just wanted to spend the last hours of the day with Brock. Not worry about a thing.

When you enter your house, you smell food. Is Brock cooking?

- Hello?

You shout.

- I'm home!

You continue, and walk into the kitchen.

You can see Brocks back, he's taking something out of the oven. When he gets the tray up on the counter, he turns to you, drags his hand through his hair.

- YN! Right on time! Hungry?

He asks. You look at what he made. Then you smile.

- You made this?

You ask, walking over to him.

- Yeah, well, since I made you burn the bread last time. I thought I'd make it up to you. Hungry?

He says, before he kisses you.

- Starving. I can't believe you used my recipe.

You say, looking at the garlic bread, and the cheese and herb bread, perfectly cooked on the tray. Man, this guy is perfect. This whole day is perfect.

- What can I say? It's a good recipe!

He says, leaning in for another kiss.

- This tastes a whole lot better though.

He continues, kissing you again. Slipping his arms around you. You almost can't stand. His words, the way he kisses you. makes your legs feel like jell-o. Brock lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. His lips instantly hits your neck.

- Mmmmm.. Brock!

You say, leaning your head to the side, to give him better access.

- And this….

He murmurs into your neck.

- ….. your skin…

He continues.

- I want you, Brock!

You almost moan the words out.

- I know…

He replies, continuously kissing your neck. Placing you up on the kitchen counter again. Moving his lips so they meet yours again.

- Couch, Brock!

You say. You have no idea how he'll respond to that. All you know is that you want him. Like right now.

He smiles against your lips. But he doesn't move away from you. He just continues to kiss you. Moves his lips down to your neck again, before continuing up to your ear.

- YN!

He moans into your ear.

- Take me to the couch, Brock!

You say, grabbing his lower back, pushing you closer together. He plants yet another kiss on your lips, before he pulls away. Clears his throat.

- Let's take it easy for a bit, YN! OK?

He says, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. You don't understand a thing. You slept together last night, and now he pulls away. And you feel that this actually makes you a bit irritated.

- You had me in bed last night, Brock!

You say, sliding yourself off the counter. Still irritated. How can he make you feel like this, and just take it away like that?

Brock clears his throat again. Before he takes a gentle hold of your face. Kisses you again.

- And let's keep it in the bed for a while. OK, YN? I don't want to rush you into something you're not ready for.

He says, kissing you again. Looking into your eyes, searching for a response.

You know he's just trying to be nice, and to take care of you. But it still bugs you. You already slept together. What's the difference between the bed and the couch?

- So, we're just gonna keep it in the bed, like an old married couple forever?

You ask, your voice a bit harder than you intended it to be. Brock lets his thumb glide over your bottom lip, before he gives you another kiss.

- Hey! I just want to be sure that you're absolutely comfortable with everything that's happening between us. I want you to feel safe and appreciated every time. And until I am absolutely sure of that. I want to have that one safe place.

He keeps looking at you as he talks. His eyes are so caring and compassionate, it almost makes you tear up.

- I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in ANY way. So as much as I WANT to take you over to the couch.. I'm not going to. I will however, take you upstairs later. Please, YN.

Brock almost looks sad. You lean in and kiss him. Then you nod, slowly.

- I love you, YN! And I want you to feel safe around me. Always.

He says, as he wraps you in a hug. Again you close your eyes, and take in that smell of perfume and garage. Should you say that you love him too?

A while later, you sit on the couch. You really shouldn't have eaten this much. But it was so good. And Brock made it for you. Sweet, sweet Brock. You lean back on the couch and close your eyes, just to take in the moment.

Brock pulls out a piece of the cheese and herb bread, and brings it up to your mouth. You can smell it.

- Here. Just for you..

He says, almost laughing.

- Brock. I can't, I'm stuffed to the brim.

You say, not opening your eyes.

- Then I'm just gonna place this right here….

Brock says, before he carefully places the piece of bread on your nose. You open your eyes, removing the piece of bread.

- Brock!

You say. Looking at him.

- Now I have herbs and melted butter on my nose..

You try to make a sad face, but you feel so happy that you're unsure if you manage. Brock gives you a little smile.

- I can help you with that. We just have to do this!

Brock says, before he kisses your nose. You let out a little happy scream again. Brock continues, placing small kisses all over your face. You continue to scream in joy.

Before you know it, he's on top of you in the couch, looking down at you, letting his hand caress your hair, before he leans down and kisses you. Your hands instantly move to his shirt, dragging it up his back, he reaches back, grabs it, and drags it over his head, before he kisses you again. You spread your legs, so you can really feel him against you. His lips move down to your neck. His breath on you makes you buck your hips. With the way he's lying on top of you, you can really Explore his sides, you slowly let your hands glide up and down them. Feeling every little bump. Every muscle. Then you let your fingertips glide back and forth down by the lining of his boxers. Brock moves his lips up to your ear.

- Want to go upstairs?

He breathes the words into your ear, it sends thousands of shivers down your spine.

- Mhm…

You answer, unable to use any real words. Brock gives you one more kiss, before he gets to his feet, and offers his hand. You take it, your eyes never leaving his. His hand feels even better than before. Safe and strong. You never want to let it go.

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Home Sweet Home (AU Rumlow X Reader) Chapter One - Something Just Like This!

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So, since I´ve gained a few Callan Mulvey fans as followers lately, I decided to start to post this story even if I´m not quite finished posting My Saviour yet. I hope you enjoy reading this story, just as much as I enjoy writing it. Every chapter in this story will be named after a song. And I strongly advice you to listen to the song, and you´ll get a better feel of the chapter

Pairing: Brock Rumlow (Mechanic ex Military Brock) X Reader

Word Count: 1825

Summary: Reader is Jack Rollins 20 year old daughter. Brock Rumlow is Jack Rollins 46 year old best friend.

Warnings: Age-Gap (no explicit material yet)

DISCLAIMER: This is an AU story. But I still don´t own any of the MARVEL characters, only my original ones.

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Shit, the weather man wasn't lying when he said this would be a hot day. You lock the door to work, and move towards your car. Why did you chose to move back to Texas again? Oh, yeah. Because your boss in New York was a total asshole, and so was your mothers new boyfriend. So you had no choice but to ask your dad if you could stay with him.

Thankfully he said yes, although you suspected that he didn't like it too much. You moving into his house, taking parts of his private life away. But he gave you a job, doing inventory at his delivery business. And he sometimes took long trips to deliver stuff, so you had the house to yourself now and then.

Like now. Your dad was on a trip to Chicago, and would be gone for at least another week. Perfect, with these temperatures the air condition would probably stop working. And you had no idea how to fix it. At least you had a pool in your backyard, you could cool off there.

Thank God it's Friday, and you have two days off work. You could really use a beer right about now. The only problem, you're only 20. It's stupid really. You've been able to drive a car since you were 16, but you can't buy beer. You could try, but the Rollins name is a well known name in these parts, so you probably won't be able too. Well, let's hope your dad have something in his liquor cabinet at home.

You open the drivers door to your car, and the hot air from inside hits you like fire. Fuck. You roll down your windows the instant you turn on your car. You'd never be able to drive home otherwise. You crank up the music, before you start to drive home.

It's not long, about a 15 minutes drive. But you feel like it takes forever. You just want to get back home, and change into a bikini or something, and chill by the pool. You can feel your shirt sticking to your back, as you turn into the driveway. A PickUp truck is parked in your spot, and the garage door is open. Your dad didn't say anything about visitors. Is someone breaking in?

You park the car, and turn off the engine, before you slowly exit the car. Should you call the cops? Probably not, at least see who it is first. Your dad is well off, and that is well known around these parts. Someone could break in. Maybe you should call.

You pick up your phone, and call 911.

- 911 what's your emergency?

A lady answers.

- Yeah, it's YN Rollins, I think someone is breaking into my house.

You're almost whispering, hiding behind the PickUp truck.

- Ok, stay where you are, mam. What's your address?

You give her your address.

- I'll send a car right away. Do you know if they're armed?

Armed? Fuck, you didn't think of that.

- No, I don't know!

You answer.

- Ok, mam. Do you have any firearms in the house?

Do you have firearms? This is fricking Texas, of course you have firearms.

- Mam, Do you have firearms in your house?

The lady asks again.

- Yes! We have some.

You answer.

- A car will be at your address in ten minutes. Just stay where you are mam.

You hang up, and almost immediately after you hear something falling to the floor in the garage. Sounds like something metal. You move towards the sound. You know they told you to stay put, but you're too curious not to.

You fish your pepperspray up from your purse, and take a hold of it. You've been carrying pepperspray for some time now. New York at night isn't exactly the safest place for young girls. And pepperspray made you feel a bit safer. Around these parts, no one dared to mess with you. The Rollins name came with a deep respect in Texas.

You keep moving towards the sounds in the garage, slowly, careful not to make any noise. You kinda hope that the cops will arrive before you encounter whoever's in your garage. Maybe you should call your dad? No, he'd probably be scared out of his mind for you, and double back.

You keep moving towards the sound. What the fuck are they stealing? Your dads tools? God, please don't have a gun. As you enter the garage, you can see someone moving. You prepare your pepperspray.

Just a couple more steps..

You lift your pepperspray, as you round the corner.

- The cops are on their way!

You yell, as you lift the pepperspray, spraying the persons face. He screams, covering his face.

- YN! What the hell are you doing?

He says, desperately trying to shield his face.

- Brock?

You say, surprised.

- God, I'm so sorry!

You continue, as you hand him a bottle of water for him to wash some of the pepperspray of.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm fixing Jacks car. But no one told me that I was in danger of being peppered down.

He says, pouring water on his face.

- God, Brock. I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were like... Going to be here.

You take a look at his face. Thankfully he got to wash most of it off, but he's still red around the eyes.

- So, do you usually carry pepperspray and spray people down?

He asks.

- This is actually the first time I've used it. I'm sorry...

- Well, I'm honoured!

He says, with a smile. Thank God, for Brocks humor.

Sirens approaching. You suddenly feel really embarrassed.

- Wait? You called the cops on me?

Brock looks at you.

- I'm sorry. I tell them it was a mistake.

You walk out of the garage, Brock follows.

- You sure know how to welcome people, YN!

You feel beyond embarrassed when you tell the officers about the mistake.

You actually called the cops on Brock. Your dads best friend. Someone you've known your entire life. You still remember how Brock used to tell the best stories, when you came to visit your dad. Brock is no thief. How come you didn't check who it was first? This hot weather is messing with your mind.

When the cops leaves, you turn towards Brock again. He is shirtless, his toned skin glistening with sweat, and his work pants resting on his hips, revealing the lining of his boxers. Some dark spots here and there on his upper body and his face, probably from the oil. Fucking God! Did he look this good the last time you saw him?

- Look at you! All grown up!

He says.

- Err.. Yeah.. You too.. Err.. I mean...

You have no idea what to say. His looks. God. Like straight out of heaven.

- Hey, don't think about the pepperspray..

He says, giving you a hug.

- Or the cops..

He continues.

- Well, you can feel a bit bad for the pepperspray.

He adds.

- Oh my God!

You say, looking at his face again. He's flaming red around the eyes.

- I'll help you with that. Just come inside, and I'll see what I can do to help.

In the living room, you tell him to sit down on the couch, before you go and grab some soap and shampoo from the bathroom, to rinse with.

You sit down next to him, using some of your supplies to wash his face. You try not to look at his bare upper body, but it's almost impossible. His muscles, six pack. Some tattoos on his upper arms. Have he been working out like 12 times a week? It should be illegal to look this good.

- At least there is nothing wrong with your aim.

He suddenly says. You're so focused on not to look at him, that his voice makes you jump.

- Huh?

You say.

- Although you should work on your welcoming skills.

He laughs a bit. You always liked Brocks humor. He always made you laugh when you were younger. But now, in this particular situation, he makes you extremely nervous.

- Well, no one told me you'd be around. I thought you were a burglar!

He laughs again.

- At least I can tell Jack, that he doesn't need to get a guard dog.

Finally you manage to laugh with him. You laugh until your stomach and your chin hurts. Before you once again look at him. The red around the eyes looks a bit better now. You lift your hand, and touch his temple.

- Does it hurt?

He smiles.

- I'll live. Hey. I have some beers in my truck. Say we have some, and forget about this whole burglary thing.

- I...

You start.

- I know you're only 20, YN. But I know for a fact that never stopped Jack. If it did, I don't think you'd even be born. So I know he won't mind.

You smile, and nod.

You always had a good almost friend like relationship with your parents friends. Could be because they were really young when you were born. It's only 20 years between you and your dad, and only 18 between you and your mom. So when you reached 16, and started to drive, you actually picked them up from parties. Probably not the best parental work. But you didn't mind. You actually thought it was cool, and your friends thought so too.

- I'm just gonna have a shower. Looks like you could use one as well.

You gather all the supplies from before, and walk towards the bathroom.

- Just let me know when you're done. Want some food?

You can hear him say, when you lock the bathroom door behind you.

- There's a menu on the fridge!

You yell back, before you eagerly get out of your sweaty work clothes.

When you come out of the shower again, you realise that you didn't bring new clothes. Fuck! This whole heatwave thing, and Brock all sweaty and sexy really messed with your mind. You wrap a towel around you, and carefully open the door. Brock isn't in the living room. Thank God for that, you hurry up the stairs, and towards your room.

When you're almost at your door, the door to the upstairs bathroom opens, and Brock comes out, wet from the shower with a towel around his waist. You jump so much that you choke on your own saliva, and calf like crazy. Brock pats your back.

- Hey, you OK? I didn't mean to scare you.

You look at him again. Fuck that body, and with wet hair. God! How old is he now? 40? No, he's older than your dad. 44? 46? Stop it, YN!

- Yes, I'm fine.. I Just need some clothes.

He looks at you, concerned.

- Meet you downstairs then. The food will be here soon.

You walk into your room, and put on some new clothes. Food? Drinks? What is this? Like a date?

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My Saviour Masterlist!

The first story I ever wrote. I´m still in love with this one.

My Saviour is a Rumlow X Reader story. This story will contain Graphic Sexual Description, Graphic Description of Violence, Death, Murder, angst, trauma, Domestic Abuse and Past Abuse. Read on own risk. This is a story where I portray Brock Rumlow as a decent human being. He also has a backstory. If you don´t like Brock Rumlow yet. You will, after reading this story.

Chapter One - We Don´t Treat Women Like That!

Chapter Two - Can I Tell You A Little Secret?

Chapter Three - What Someone Like Me, Does To Little Brats Like You

Chapter Four - Who Is In Charge?

Chapter Five - Good Girls Gets Rewarded

Chapter Six - The Morning After

Chapter Seven - First Day At Work

Chapter Eight - I Want To Protect You

Chapter Nine - That´s Right, You Disobeyed Me!

Chapter Ten - Pick One!

Chapter Eleven - Mine! Say It!

Chapter Twelve - I´ll Find Him!

Chapter Thirteen - Want To Play A Game?

Chapter Fourteen - Pull Over!

Chapter Fifteen - What Do You Want Me To Do?

Chapter Sixteen - Want Me To Look For It?

Chapter Seventeen - Did You Lock The Door?

Chapter Eighteen - That Girl You Like So Much!

Chapter Nineteen - It´s A Date!

Chapter Twenty - When You Call Me Brock

Chapter Twentyone - See What You Get When You Ask Nicely

Chapter Twentytwo - Come For Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentythree - Please Don´t Leave Me!

Chapter Twentyfour - I Fucking Love You!

Chapter Twentyfive - Are You Alright?

Chapter Twentysix - You Disobeyed Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentyseven - Will It Be Dangerous, This Mission?

Chapter Twentyeight - Have You Ever Used A Gun Before, YN?

Chapter Twentynine - SHIELD Is The Safest Place To Be!

Chapter Thirty - Alexander Pierce

Chapter Thirtyone - Why Is This Happening To You?

Chapter Thirtytwo - How Did You End Up Here?

Chapter Thirtythree - This One Is Not!

Chapter Thirtyfour - Please Don´t Be Mad At Me!

Chapter Thirtyfive - Who Said Anything About Winning?

Chapter Thirtysix - I Love You, YN!

Chapter Thirtyseven - Good Agents Don´t Disobey Orders, YN!

Chapter Thirtyeight - You Are Fired Though!

Chapter Thirtynine - What´s Wrong With You, Brock?

Chapter Fourty - Well Played, YN! You´re Still Dead Though!

Chapter Fourtyone - What Did You Do To deserve This Treatment?

Chapter Fourtytwo - She´s Messing With Your Mind, Brock! Be Careful!

Chapter Fourtythree - I realise that I know nothing about him

Chapter Fourtyfour - You´re worth nothing. NOTHING!

Chapter Fourtyfive - He Really Does Like You!

Chapter Fourtysix - You´ve Done This Before, Haven´t you?

Chapter Fourtyseven - Red!

Chapter Fourtyeight - Do You Have A Child?

Chapter Fourtynine - Get Away From Me, YN!

Chapter Fifty - How can you be so calm about this? I stabbed you!

Chapter Fiftyone - We´re Gonna Play!

Chapter Fiftytwo - I Love You, YN!

Chapter Fiftythree - Where Are Your Parents?

Chapter Fiftyfour - Anything You Want. Brock!

Chapter Fiftyfive - Good Girl!

Chapter Fiftysix - Not You, Agent!

Chapter Fiftyseven - NOT HER!

Chapter Fiftyeight - You Should Listen To This!

Chapter Fiftynine - I´m Gonna Kill Him!

Chapter Sixty - Have You Thought About Names At All?

Chapter Sixtyone - Get Caught!

Chapter Sixtytwo - I Wouldn´t Do That If I Were You!

Chapter Sisxtythree - I´m So Sorry!

Epilogue!

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Home Sweet Home (AU Rumlow X Reader) Masterlist!

Jack Rollins became a father early in life. Too early some might say. He wasn't even in love with the mother of his child. But he always did his best to father you. So, when you, at the age of 20 lose your job, and suddenly stand without a place to live, he takes you in.

Now some might say that was a bad idea.

He gives you a job at his delivery business, and life starts to go your way again. You pay rent to live in his house, and you do well at work.

But then someone comes along, who will change everything.

Some relationships should never happen, and some relationships should remain a secret!

Chapter One - Something Just Like This!

Chapter Two - Red Lights!

Chapter Three - You!

Chapter Four - Here Right Now!

Chapter Five - Best Friends!

Chapter Six - Feel The Love!

Chapter Seven - What Are You Waiting For?

Chapter Eight - Set It On Fire!

Chapter Nine - Perfect Day!

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My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Sixtythree - I´m So Sorry!

Rumlow's pov:

The smoke filling the room makes it impossible to see clearly. He tried to reach for you, when you came over, but he couldn't reach you. And then he saw Rollins getting you down on the floor, shielding you. Thank you, Rollins. He thinks, before he empties his gun towards the guys shooting up the room. It's almost impossible to see who's who. He can only hope that he didn't shoot any of his own.

Change the magazine, two seconds looking away, that's all it took. He saw your eyes for two seconds, before a set of rounds hit his west, knocked him down. The knife wound from before makes it impossible to get back up. Did he hear a scream? Was it you? He looks around. Please, Jack, please get her out. Do your part. Don't try to be a hero now. Don't make her lose both of us.

Something touches his hand. Trying to grab it, before it gets dragged away. Get them out of here, Jack! Get my girls out! Another scream, you screaming his name. Pretend to be dead, Brock. Stay still, don't move. You're strong, you can make this. Please don't force me to leave them. Abigail isn't even born yet.

He stays still for something that feels like an eternity. Trying to think, to keep his head occupied, so he doesn't pass out. Slows his breathing down. Hoping for the best. "I hope she get's your eyes". "I was thinking, maybe Isabella, after your mom". God how he loves you. His whole life with you, that was his plan. And now Pierce was gone, by his hand, and your life together should have started now. He closes his eyes. It doesn't even hurt anymore.

- I always knew you were disloyal! And now I have you alone!

He can hear someone talking. The shooting stopped. No one is even moving around. Is it over? Maybe he has a chance to survive. He moves his head. One of Pierces guys stands over Dixon. Pointing his gun at him. Click, as he arms it. Brock takes a breath. You and Abigail are the only two people in his head. What kind of father will I ever be, if I can't even save a friend, an ally? What will Abigail think of her father if he chickened out in this situation? What would you think? With his last remaining energy, Brock lifts his gun. Steadying himself, so he has a clean shot.

- He's not alone!

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

5 shots fired, before the Agent goes down, Dixon looks over at him, sends him a thankful smile, and nods his head. Brock takes a breath. I love you both, YN. You and Abigail. I'm so sorry. That's the last thing he manages to think, before everything goes pitch black.....

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The smell of the roasted turkey reaches your nostrils, as you rock yourself back and forth in the rocking chair and look down on the little bundle of joy feeding in your lap. You're lucky, you feel lucky. To have Abigail and Jack in your life. After everything that has happened in your life, up until this point, you feel contempt here. Celebrating Thanksgiving with good friends, and the people you love the most. You couldn't really ask for more. Well, maybe one more thing..

Footsteps behind you, along with a bit of the cold air from outside.

- Now, YN! If you're sitting here, feeding the little one. Who is making that delicious food I can smell from the kitchen?

You look up at Dixon, and smile at him.

- That would be your wife, Marcus. And I can't wait to taste her famous mashed potatoes I've heard so much about.

Dixon takes off his shoes, before he looks down at the little one.

- You just wait until you taste her gravy. It is the best there is.

- I'm sure it is, Marcus. But anyway you're biast.

You say with a little laugh, as you get up from the chair, and place the baby back in the crib.

- Let's see if your wife needs some help, setting the table. The guys will be here any second.

Dixon follows you into the kitchen, and gives his wife a hug and a kiss. You look at them. Married for all those years, and still so much in love. And you can't help but wonder if you'll ever get that. Marriage was never actually on your mind. You never actually thought you'd ever want to get married. After everything with your parents, David, the congregation, all of that. Marriage always felt like a prison rather than a union. But now, here, today, looking at how happy Marcus and his wife are. Maybe you do want marriage.

You take a look at the table, already set for all of you.

- I'm sorry that I couldn't help more. How did you manage this all by yourself?

Dixons wife gives you a warm hug.

- Oh, YN. I have a husband and two kids. That will make you learn how to multitask. You just wait and see.

A soft cry sounds from the living room. You turn to go out there, when you hear Jacks voice.

- Hi little one. Did you wake up? Did you miss your uncle, Jack.... Thank God you look like your mother.

Oh, please, not that again. That joke never gets old. Dixons wife looks at you, and gestures for you to walk out to Jack.

- Yeah, yeah.. I know you guys share a name, but Jack! I'm still his dad.

You get between Jack and Brock. Look at them both.

- Hey! No fighting in front of the baby. What took you so long?

As soon as BabyJack hears your voice he cries for you, so Jack gives him back. He calms down the instant you wrap your arms around him. Carefully rocking him in your arms.

- I just needed to take care of something.

Brock says, before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss.

- On thanksgiving?

You ask, before he gives you yet another kiss.

- Yes. Is dinner ready?

- Yees..

You say, looking after Brock. Jack is standing next to you, smiling from ear to ear. You look up at him. He looks back.

- I'm not saying anything!

You tilt your head a little.

- If I had more time you would.

He laughs a little. Before he helps you bring the crib into the kitchen.

- Brock. Would you wheel in Abbi and the rest of the big kids?

Brock smiles to you.

- She's three, YN. I'm not ready to call her big yet.

Once again he leans down, to place a kiss on your lips. Lingers close to your face for a bit.

- She thinks she is. She asked to borrow your t-shirt this morning.

You say, as you put the now sleeping baby down in his crib.

Brock wraps you in a hug.

- I'm sure it looked perfect on her, just like it does on you.

He whispers in your ear, as he lets his hands gently grab your behind.

- Oooook.. Public display of affection going on. You know you have a room upstairs for that, right?

Jack says with a small chuckle, as he brings his hands up to his face.

Brock turns around to face him with a grin, before pointing his index finger at him.

- YOU, go get yourself a girl. And let me have mine!

Then he once again, leans down to kiss you.

- Brock! Abbi.. The food is getting cold.

Brock smiles to you, rearranges his shirt, before slightly bending his knees, and turns towards the family room. You smile from what you know will happen next. The relationship Brock and Abigail have is the kind you always wanted to have with your dad. And now you finally get to watch it unfold every day.

- Ok, Abbi. Ready or not. Here I come!

Brock says, before stomping his feet to the floor. And you can hear a happy scream from the other room, and then a thump, as Abigail jumps behind the couch.

- Now, where are you, Abbi? Mommy says dinner is ready.

You can hear Abbi laughing behind the couch.

- Are you under the table?

Another laugh from behind the couch, as Brock leans down to look under the table. You laugh a bit, and shake your head. This is one of your favorite parts of the day. The before dinner routine.

- Are you behind the curtain?

Brock asks, as he lifts the curtains to look behind them.

- I'm here, Daddy!

You can hear, Abbi yell, before standing up, only the top of her head is visible from her hiding spot behind your couch.

- There you are, my little princess. I swear, one day I might not find you. Come on, want to take off and fly into the kitchen, and eat some food?

- Can we fly bumpy?

- You know it, princess..

You smile when you hear Brock making engine noises, before Abbi screams of joy, as he lifts her up. A short minute after, they enter the kitchen, and Brock does a touchdown with Abbi in her chair. Before once again giving you a kiss.

You take your places around the table. You take a good look at them all. Over the past three and a half year, you've all been through a lot. SHIELD fell, and everyone who worked there had to get new jobs. Thank God for Brock and Jacks military background. If not, you don't know what you would have done. They even got Dixon a new job. Yes, you were truly blessed.

Before you start with the food, Jack clears his throat.

- Well, Rumlow gave me the honour of starting this year. So I just want to say that I'm thankful for all of you. I'm thankful for YN and Brock. That let's me stay here. And I'm honoured that you chose to name our newest group member after me.

After Jack finishes his little speech. Everyone else follows. It's nice, this giving thanks thing. You never had a family growing up. And you imagine this is how a family feels like.

When Dixon is finished with his talk, you hear Abbi whispering something to Brock. You can't make out what it is. But you notice that Brock nods.

- Are you keeping secrets from mommy?

You look at Abigail. Smiling, to show her that it's ok. She smiles back.

- I was just asking daddy if we could give you your gift now.

You look at Brock. Smiling

- A gift, huh?

He nervously rubs his thighs.

- Err.. Yeah..

You look at him some more.

- You didn't buy that redicously expensive stroller, did you?

Brock clears his throat.

- No.. It was redicously expensive.. Err.. expensive. But it wasn't a stroller.

Brock keeps rubbing his thighs.

- It's just a ring, daddy. Mommy likes rings..

Jack laugh's a bit.

- Thankfully your amazing and innocent daughter knows how to break the ice.

Brock looks up at you.

- If it helps at all.. I'm gonna say yes.

You say, smiling so wide, your chin hurts.

- Yeah.. That helps a lot.

Brock says. Taking your hand.

- YN. Amazing, YN. Will you do me the honour of marrying me?

You don't say anything. And he just looks at you. And you can see the nervousness Welling up in his face.

- I still want to see the ring though..

Brock jumps. Letting go of your hands.

- Oh, yes... Yes, sure, of course.. The ring..

He gets it up from his pocket, and carefully places it on your finger. Before pulling you in for a kiss. Jack applauds, along with Dixon and his wife and kids.

- Now, can we please eat? I'm starving, and I seriously thought Brock would sit there, rubbing his thighs for the rest of the night. Good thing you have a trusty wing woman over there.

Jack nods his head towards Abbi. Brock looks from you to Abbi, and then back to you.

- Yeah.. She takes after her mama.

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My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Fiftynine - I´m Gonna Kill Him!

It gets late before you're finally discharged from medical. Rumlow never leaves your side. Holding your hand in his. Even when you're driving home, he holds your hand. Like he wants to feel that you're really there. Should you talk about what happened? You don't remember much after you cut yourself. Just the fear, and that gruesom thought that you would never be able to tell Brock that you're pregnant.

You only found out this morning. That's why you were late for training. You took one home test in one of the bathrooms, before going to medical to make sure. And the home test didn't lie. They estimated 8 weeks. And you still can't understand how you could not notice that you didn't get your period for two months. A baby. You still can't quite believe it.

Up in the apartment, Rumlow sits you down on the couch. Wraps a blanket around you, and places a kiss on your forehead.

- Do you want anything? Food? Something to drink? Anything!

You look up at him, smiling. He's kinda cute when he's this stressed out. But you do get where he's coming from. You'd probably react the same way, if the tables were turned.

- Can I just lie down on your lap?

You ask. Tilting your head a little. He comes over and sits down on the couch right away. You lie down on your back, resting your head in his lap. Looking up at him. He puts one of his hands on your stomach. Smiling at you. Carefully moving his hand all over your stomach.

- I love you, YN. Both of you. So so much.

You look down on his hand on your stomach, before you look up at him.

- We love you too, Brock.

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When it's time for bed. Rumlow makes sure that you're comfortably wrapped in blankets, and that your pillow is in the right place. He lets his hand rest on your head. Putting a pillow behind his back, before leaning against the headboard. You look at him.

- You're not gonna sleep?

- No. Not tonight. I need to make sure that you two are safe.

He leans down kissing you.

- What about work?

You say, suddenly feeling guilty that you're keeping him up.

- Don't worry. I won't go back there, unless it's for one thing..

His expression suddenly hard.

- And one thing only!

You don't have to ask. You get that he's mad at Pierce, in a way you are to. But it could be a perfectly normal explanation to this. Maybe he can't swim, or maybe he's scared of water. If he was out to get you, he could have killed you a long time ago, or he could have just fired you after that incident with David. And you'd be long gone by now.

It's no use to argue with him about this. At least not right now. You're tired, and he is pumped full of adrenaline. You can talk more about this tomorrow. You feel safe with him watching over you, you fall asleep almost the second you close your eyes.

The sunlight peaking through the bedroom window wakes you up. You look over on Rumlows side of the bed. He's not there. Did he go into work anyway? You stretch, and sit up. Yawn.

You hear voices from the living room. Brock and Jack.... And Pierce? What? You walk towards the door. No. Pierce isn't here. But he's talking. You try to listen. You don't get everything, but you manage to snatch up some of the things he's saying. What. The. Fuck!??! You can't keep still anymore. This is insane. And if Brock knew this, why didn't he tell you?

You push the door open, it makes a loud bang, when it hits a cabinet. Both Brock and Jack jumps in the couch. Turns towards you. Looks from you to each other, and then back yo you again. Then they look at a recording system of some kind, in front of them. Pierce's voice still sounding from it. You swallow, looking at Brock. Folding your arms in front of your chest.

- Err.. Guess there's no use in turning this off?

Jack says. Looking at Brock again. Brock has his eyes locked on you.

- You want to tell me what this is about?

You say, while walking over to the couch.

- Pierce... I recently learned that...

- OK. Someone who can actually talk! Jack! Explaine this!!

Your voice angrier than you intended, but to be honest, what you just heard Pierce say. Scares the living shit out of you.

- Err.. Well.. Dixon gave me this.. Right before... Right before you..

Jack let's the sentence die out.

Furious, you take a seat between them, and once again press play on the recorder. Several voices. You know only two of them. Dixon and Pierce. By the sound of it, someone hid the recording device in a pocket or something. Pierce does most of the talking. Only a few times you can hear Dixon and those other voices answering. Not much else. But it's not the voices that scares you. It's what Pierce is saying.

Rumlow can feel that you tense up, so he puts an arm around you. When the recording stops for the second time, you lean your head against Rumlows shoulder.

- We'll get him, YN! We'll get him for this. I'll fucking kill him myself!

Jack clears his throat.

- We have to make sure it's real first. It could be a set up.

- It's fucking real....

You grab Rumlows face. Kiss him quick. You heard on his voice where this was about to end up. And you do not want to go there.

- Jack is right, Brock.

You kiss him again

- It could be a perfectly reasonable explanation for this.

Rumlow looks at you. You can see that he is mad, but at the same time, you can see that it's not you that he's mad at.

- Reasonable? You heard what he said, YN. What the fuck is reasonable with that?

- He could maybe try to set those other guys up..

You try.

- Pierce has absolutely NO reason for sending lower level Agents into a trap. Except for Dixon it was only new guys. You've trained longer than them, YN!

You take a deep breath. Look from Rumlow to Rollins, before looking back to Rumlow again.

- So..What's the plan?

Rumlow gets up. Walks over to his gun cabinet, and gets his bag out, placing it on the floor in front of you.

- I'm gonna kill him!

You reach down in the bag, pick up a Glock. Checking the magazine, pushing it back in, before pointing the gun at the wall.

- You'll need help.

You say, while getting up. Rumlow grabs your shoulders. Stops you.

- Hey.. Whoa.. There is NO WAY, you're gonna come with. I said I'd protect you, and that's what I'm gonna do.

- Right?

You say, nodding your head.

- Because I'm a woman. You of all people should know what I'm capable of. Both of you. You trained me for fucks sake.

Rumlow plants a kiss on your forehead.

- Because you're pregnant, YN!

- Yes, I'm fucking pregnant. And do you know what the last thought that went through my head was, when I was in that water??!!??

You're almost screaming to Rumlow. But you can't help it. You want to help out with this. With what you just found out about Pierce, makes you furious.

Rumlow just looks at you. Shaking his head.

- That I'd never get the opportunity to tell you that I was pregnant! He tried to kill me, Brock! He tried to kill my baby! OUR BABY!!

Rumlow looks at you for a while. Before he leans his forehead against yours.

- OK! Alright. You're in! But, please don't do anything irrational.

He wraps his arms around you, pulls you close.

- Like you won't...

You almost whisper into his neck.

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Home Sweet Home (AU Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Eight - Set It On Fire!

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Pairing: Brock Rumlow (Mechanic ex Military Brock) X Reader

Word Count: 1988

Summary: Reader takes the first step, and things happens.

Warnings: Age-Gap, fluff, smut, graphic descriptions of smut

DISCLAIMER: This is an AU story. But I still don´t own any of the MARVEL characters, only my original ones.

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You jump in the shower the second you get inside. Eager to get out of your sweaty clothes, and to clear your head. Jess' words still sounds deafening. "God, just do it already", "This is your time, YN! So go do it!". What is he waiting for? You've slept in his bed, next to him for three nights now, and all he's done is having his arms around you. Underwear still on. Is he really waiting for you to make a move? Could Jess be right about that? Should you. Make a move. And how do you even do that? Sleep naked doesn't sound like a statement that's strong enough. And you did say that you were ready last night. At least in some ways. Should you just tell him? That you want him? That you don't want to wait anymore…

When you dry off, you hear him coming home. You hear him opening and closing the door to the guest room. You stand in front of the mirror for a while, looking at yourself, your body. You ARE ready. More than ready. You want this. You want HIM! You close your eyes, trying to feel how it'll be. Trying to push back the fear that it'll hurt so bad, you won't be able to. Do it, YN! You say to yourself, before you put your robe on, and walk into the guest room.

Brock turns towards you, when he hear you coming in.

- YN!

He says, smile to you.

- How was your day?

He continues, before he sits down on the bed. You swallow. Before you let your robe fall to the floor. He looks at you, swallows.

- YN…

He says, nervous.

- Get undressed, Brock!

You say. You have no idea how you manage to deliver that line with a straight face. But you do. His eyes moves up and down your naked body, before he comes over to you. Slowly lifts his hands, and lets them glide up your sides.

- You look divine!

He says, before he kisses you.

- Get undressed, Brock!

You say again. A tiny bit more unsure this time. What if he doesn't want to? What if he puts your robe back on you? What do you do then? He looks at you for something that feels like an eternity, before he takes your face between his hands.

- Are you sure you're ready for this, YN?

He asks. Intently looking into your eyes. You nod, slowly. He slowly removes his shirt. His eyes never leaves yours. You swallow again. Is he really getting undressed? Is this really going to happen?

You lift your hands and touch his abs, let your palms feel every bit of them, as Brock unbuckles himself. When the last of his clothes hits the floor, he gives you a kiss that is so intense you almost lose your balance.

He gently takes your hand and walks over to the bed. You lie down. Look up at him. You take a breath. Is this real? He looks at you for a second, swallows, before he lies down next to you.

- Put your hands on me, Brock.

You say. Again you don't understand how you manage to say the words, you just do. You look at him. He kisses you again, and let his hand slide up your side, up to your breast, gently glides his hand over it. You gasp. You never had anyone touch you like this before. Your heart is beating out of your chest.

- Are you sure, YN?

He asks again, again you nod. He gently gets on top of you. God, you feel all of him now. His arms glides in underneath yours, up to your face, caressing your hair. You let your hands glide up and down his arms. Another intense kiss. It almost takes your breath away. Or maybe it's the whole situation that leaves you breathless.

- You are so beautiful…

Brock says, then he gives you another kiss. Before his lips moves down to your neck. You moan. This is so fucking amazing. Why haven't you done this before?

He lifts himself up on his arms. Looking down on you, before he leans down again and lets his lips touch your neck, slowly moving down to your collar bone, placing soft kisses. His hands gently moving down to your breasts, feeling them both. He moves his lips further down, letting them brush over one of your nipples.

- Brock!

You gasp. He stops right away, looks up at you.

- Are you OK?

He asks, almost scared. His eyes. Searching yours. Looking at you. God those eyes.

- Don't stop!

You say. That's the only words you manage to get out. You're almost out of breath.

He leans down again, kissing your breasts, before moving down your stomach. Just as careful and considerate as always. Looking up on you from time to time, as to make sure you're fine with what's happening. He moves slow. Slow and passionate.

You spread your legs when his lips touch your lower stomach. Brock sits up between them. Puts his hands on your knees. Looks at you. You nod.

He slowly lets his hands glide down on the inside of your thighs. You're shivering. He leans down, and places a kiss on the inside of your thigh. You grab the sheet. Shit, this feels good. You let out another soft moan. He looks at you, smiling, before he places a soft kiss between your legs. You gasp. Fuck!

His hands so soft on your skin. You never want him to stop touching you. You close your eyes.

Brock lets his tongue glide over you, slow, soft, careful.

- Oh. My. God!!

You feel like you're almost screaming. Grabbing the sheet harder. Fuck, this feels good! His hand touches you, he lets it slowly glide over you, before his tongue is there again, slowly gliding over your clit. You can't make any other sounds than "mmmmm", as he continues to let his tongue slowly glide over you. Slow and careful, over and over. His hands so gently on the inside of your thighs. You almost don't dare to open your eyes. Afraid that the feeling will go away if you do.

He adjusts between your legs, Moving one of his hands between your legs, lets it glide over you again, before he closes his lips over your clit. Still slow and careful.

- BROCK!

You scream his name. Grab his hair. Bucking your hips. Fuck! This is amazing. You've NEVER felt ANYTHING like this before. Ever!

His tongue so soft, warm and wet, gliding over your wet flesh, like it was ment for just that. Like you two were built for each other. You arch your back. Moaning like crazy. It feels like you're about to die, like your heart is pounding it's way out of your chest. You didn't even know you were capable of making these sounds. It feels like you're leaving your own body.

- Shit! Brock!

You scream again, as your lower belly clenches in a way you've never felt before. It's like your whole body concentrates on that one spot, and sends every single feeling in history there. It's like all the blood in your body suddenly changes direction, and moves down to your lower stomach. Then it's like fireworks exploding inside you. Taking over your entire body. Every single muscle you have is working. Your toes curling, your back arching, your hands grabbing Brocks hair so hard, you're afraid you hurt him. You buck your hips, and lean your head so far back you're afraid you'll strain your neck. You have no control what so ever. Your body is moving on it's own. And the feeling is euphoric. Unlike anything you've ever felt before. You didn't even know that it was possible to feel this way. Will you ever come back down?

When you finally start to relax again, and open your eyes. Brock is leaning on his arms, looking down at you, smiling.

- Are you, OK, YN?

He asks, and let one of his hand glide over your hair.

- Yes… That was… Totally.. Amazing

You say, trying to catch your breath. Brock leans down, and kisses your neck again.

- Brock!

You say. He looks at you again, before he reaches down in his bag by the bed, taking up a pack of condoms. You follow his movements. He sits up, between your legs again. You look at him, as he gets the condom out, and puts it on. You take a breath. God! This is it, isn't it? It's really going to happen. Now. Here. With him.

He slowly makes his way up to your face again, kisses you.

- Sure?

He asks again. You can't form words anymore, so you just nod.

He guides himself to your entrance, his eyes not leaving yours. The second he carefully starts to enter you, your face shows that it hurts. You don't want to, but it does hurt. God, how is this possible? What he just did was so fucking good, and now..

He stops. Looks at you.

- No, Brock! I want this!

You say. He slowly moves again. You clench your face, but you hold him in place with your hands. You want this, you need this. You're ready for this. He leans down, and kisses you. Slowly pushing himself further in. You take a breath. It hurts, sure. But it'll pass. Jess told you that.

Brock is careful, and he takes his time, constantly making sure you're OK. Continuously looking into your eyes. And you look into his. Your hands gripping his sides, for every new push inside. His eyes searching yours, his lips meets yours in soft kisses, again and again. His breath, his strong arms on each side of your face. Biceps flexing. You're doing it. You're actually doing it. This is insane!

The whole experience is so intense, your mind is spinning like crazy, but there's no thoughts, and your heart still beating so fast, you're afraid it'll pop right out of your chest.

Brock lies down on top of you. Kisses your neck. You let out a new moan.

- Does it hurt?

Brock asks, lifting his face.

No, it doesn't hurt anymore. You shake your head. Brock carefully moves his lower body.

- Does this hurt?

He asks again. You look at him, smiling. Shaking your head again.

- Good!

He says, slowly moving his lower body again. You can feel him inside, every time he moves, you feel him massaging your walls. To be this close. As close as you can possibly get. He's INSIDE of you. Fuck!

- So good!

You say, leaning your head back. Brock kisses your neck again. Continuing to move himself in and out of you. Letting his arms glide in underneath yours. Forehead to forehead, intently looking into each others eyes, his body moves on top of yours. Your lips meet from time to time, the sounds your bodies make every time they hit each other. The feeling of having him inside. His breath, his moans. He's enjoying this just as much as you. You never thought you'd ever be able to make another human being feel like this.

He leans down again, into your neck. His moans intensifies, and his muscles working hard. His breath tickles your neck, it feels amazing.

- Ahhh…Mmmm

He murmurs into your neck, before his whole body relaxes again, on top of yours. He lies there for a while, just breathing into your neck. His breath is so warm. And you just take in the feeling. You did it, you actually did it. And it was so so amazing. You never want to stop doing this.

Brock lifts himself up on his forearms, looks at you, before he leans down, and kisses you. Slow, intense.. When he pulls back. He looks at you. Intently. Lets his hand glide over your hair again.

- I love you!

He finally says. Leans down and kisses you again.

- I love you, YN!

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