#Brock Rumlow Edit

[nix-sacrificium]

"You've got quite the soft spot for our little pet project, don't you?

You can't save him, Captain.

The Soldier’s beyond redemption, and he's never going to thank you for trying-

Face it, Rogers, your boy's a lost cause."

[appleforaheart]

[c-mulvey]

@hydra-husbands

[rose-gold-radiance]

Rumtorres

Joaquín Torres x Brock Rumlow

For @rowinablx

[steverumlow]

[mytrashbin]

[nekoannie-chan]

Home

Title: Home.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 464 words.

Square: 6, 7 & 9 “Massages, Showering together & Taking a nap together”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Nothing like home.

Major Tags: Fluff.

Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Plural Edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my writing skills in English. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.

I don’t grant permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or in other languages (I translate my work) or for the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this). I created them exclusively for my fics; please respect my work and refrain from stealing it. Some people here make dividers that anyone can use; mine is not this type, so please look for the other people's dividers. The only exceptions are those I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. Please let me know if you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish:  Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter. 

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The rain fell softly against the windows of the apartment. The air smelled clean, musty, and soapy...like home.

Brock had returned from a mission the night before. Exhausted. Wounded in the leg, nothing serious according to him, but you knew when he pretended to be fine. That morning, he had allowed himself to receive care without much protest, and for the first time in days, he appeared to be willing to relax. to relax. Not as a soldier. Not as an agent. Just as Brock. Your Brock.

Brock was already in the shower when you walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes in your arms. The steam was starting to fog up the mirrors. Brock was standing in front of the sink, his pajama pants down around his hips, and his gray T-shirt wrinkled. He was removing the bandage from his leg with slow movements.

“Were you going to take a shower without me?” you asked quietly. Her gaze lifted to you through the reflection in the mirror, and a smile appeared on her lips.

“You know I can't refuse you anything when you tell me so,” he replied, turned slowly, and held out his hand. “C’mere.”

You joined him under the water; his hands slid down your back gently. You did the same, sliding towards him, caressing his broad shoulders, the scar across his collarbone, the slight trembling of his muscles as he struggled to hold himself steady.

You rinsed the soap from his hair carefully, massaged his scalp, and he closed his eyes as he rested his forehead on yours.

“I could stay here with you all afternoon,” he murmured, almost in a whisper.

“Then stay,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him.

After drying off, Brock let himself be guided to the bed. The sheets were still warm from the sun that had broken through earlier in the day. You took the bottle of oil you kept for his sore muscles and sat down next to him.

 You positioned yourself behind him and began massaging his back, each pressure with your fingers seeking to ease the knots of tension that had built up over weeks. Brock exhaled slowly, eyes closed, one hand on your leg.

“Your hands should be classified as a weapon,” he murmured, and you laughed softly, leaning in to kiss his neck. He shivered slightly at the contact.

When you finished, he turned to face you, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you gently to his chest.

“Come here. It's my turn to take care of you,” he said, wrapping his body around you as you both settled on the bed.

 Brock buried his face in your neck and hugged you tightly. You caressed his back slowly until you both fell asleep for a nap.

[22bananapudding]

first time in deep cover mode

[5ummit]

Frank Grillo as Brock Rumlow (x)

[nix-sacrificium]

Brock Rumlow + Textposts

[nixies-creations]

For @kalika999, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the second of the three aesthetics I made for Kali, for MTH 2022!

Brock/Jack- Hallmark But With A Twist.

Read on Ao3.

[toomanyfandomsblog]

So I did a thing:

The boys. My otp. They are goals. 🤲🏻

Hope you all like it!

The edit may not be perfect but I'm still proud!

[coffeetxl]

Crossbones Pitbull Terrier Edit

[steverumlow]

[kodalinx]

Shieldbones oneshot is almost done!

[nekoannie-chan]

Mission interrupted

Title: Mission interrupted.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 270 words.

Square: 9 “I can't let you do that”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Brock wouldn't let anyone hurt you.

Major Tags: Mission interrupted, feelings confession.

Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Book Night Edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my writing skills in English. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.

I don’t give any permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or in other languages (I translate my work myself) or for the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this). I did them exclusively for my fics; please respect my work and don't steal it. Some people here make dividers that anyone can use; mine is not this type, so please look for the other people's dividers. The only exceptions are those I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. Please let me know if you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish:  Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter. 

If you like it, please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

Tags: @sinceimetyou @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @shield-agent78 @charmed-asylum @pandaxnienke @real-fbi @Smokeandnailz @white-wolf1940 @tenaciousperfectionunknown @xoxonotme @bluemusickid @leyannrae @Harrysthiccthighss @Marvelatthisone @caplanbuckybarnes @sapphire-rogers @lizzieolseniskinda @notyourtypicalrose @hallecarey1 @nana1000night @talia-rumlow @writingshae @alexxavicry @azulatodoryuga @daemonslittlebitch @chaoticcollectivenightmare @endlesstwanted @chemtrails-club  @marigoldreamer @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @Here4thefanfics @theestorm @patzammit @kmc1989 @somegirlfromasgard @rogersbarber

The wind whistled through the skyscrapers, carrying with it the smell of gunpowder and burnt metal. Your pulse was steady. Your breathing, controlled. Every muscle in your body is ready. This mission was yours.

You had planned it with great precision. You knew every move exactly, the safety patterns, the escape routes. You could not fail. You were not going to fail.

But then Brock appeared. His rifle was slung over his shoulder.

“Move, Rumlow,” you ordered him.

He didn't move.

“I can't let you do that.”

You frowned. Your grip on the gun tightened.

“It's not your problem.

“It is.”

It wasn't the first time your paths had met, but this time... this time it was different.

This time, you saw it in his eyes.

It wasn't just a confrontation.

It wasn't just a conflict of interest.

It was him, the man who looked at you that way on every mission, the man who found excuses to talk to you in the hallways.

“You have to back off.” It was a warning you gave him.

“I can't.”

You took a deep breath.

“Why?”

His face reflected something different, something you couldn't decipher until... It was fear... It was desperation.

“Because I don't want to lose you,” he finally admitted.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“It's not your decision, Rumlow,” you muttered.

“Maybe not,” he acknowledged, ”but I can't stand still either.”

He was willing to stop you.

And you... You weren't sure you wanted to face him.

“Brock...”

“Please... Stay. with me.”

That “with me” changed everything.

Because he wasn't ordering you to do anything.

He was begging you.