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normsdaughter · 1 year

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Speak up, Love. - Pt. 1

Miles Quaritch x fem!reader

Summary - Selectively mute!reader is an incredibly important scientist + medic who was killed while tending to soldiers in an active warzone before becoming a recom and getting taken under the wing of renounced colonel, Miles Quaritch.

Warnings - Explicit content, no smut, selectively mute + smart reader, sub reader, mention of blood (he spits blood into her mouth), fighting, alludes to bullying (Lyle to reader, other soldiers to reader), smut in future parts, petnames ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, and ‘good girl’ used

‘"they're simply jealous. Like the assholes earlier. They were jealous of you. I wished to speak to you, whereas I got disgusted by even looking at them."’

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Colonel Quaritch is wrapping up his orientation speech to the rest of the recoms, yourself included. Amongst the tall blue aliens all of you have found yourselves representing as, you are visibly smaller than most, if not the entirety of the crowd. Even in your human form, you would’ve seemed pitiful compared to them.

It would be easy for anyone here to portray you as inferior to them. You’re not a soldier. You don’t hold the rank they do.

You’re unimportant; simply a medic who was somehow trusted enough by your superiors to be present on a hostile planet, yet idiotic enough to have wound up fatally injured.

Very few, maybe even none, of these people are aware that given the incentive, you could end them without a second thought.

"Ah, Corporal Wainfleet. Good to see you again." The colonel says after wrapping up his speech, looking at the man next to you, Lyle Wainfleet. You've never even made eye contact with the guy, yet he dislikes you.

You’ve heard the way he speaks of you when he assumes you can’t. The way he degrades your work, your intelligence, you.

Lyle nods in respect, shaking Colonel Quaritch's hand as he stands and leaves.

"Ah." The colonel says as he steps to the side, leering over you as you look up from your seat. "Hello." He tilts your head up, his fingers pressing under your chin.

Your eyes narrow, but only slightly. Lyle halts in his tracks. He looks back towards your conversation, as do most of the recoms still in earshot. Hums and Haws start to slip from their mouths.

So, they’ve pinned you as an outsider then.

Corporal Lyle leans his weight onto the foot closest to you. He sucks in a breath. “She’s, um.. That is-”

The colonel leans back on the heels of his boots. He’s looking at Lyle through the corner of his eyes, not bothering to dull his harsh expression.

“I know very well who she is, Lyle.” His voice drawls on the other man’s name, his tongue running over his teeth as his inferior hurries to justify the stuttered attempt of an introduction that Col. Quaritch didn’t want nor need.

"She doesn't speak very often, sir.” Lyle offers finally, a smirk dancing across his lips as he finishes the sentence. “In all honesty, we don’t think she can, except for when she is displaying her quote en quote, ‘revolutionary’, scientific work.”

He laughs. “I think she might be too cowardly to face peoples reactions when she opens herself up to conversations that don’t affirm her high opinion of herself.”

The colonel raises his eyebrows at you, a soft expression of concern, his fingertips grazing your jaw as he turns away. "Hm, Lyle?"

"Yes, sir?"

“It would do you well to mind your own business.”

His eyes flick back down, returning his undivided attention to you, while lowering his voice for just your ears to hear. "Oh, I definitely know who you are. Would you be interested in, well I don’t know, proving your competence to your superior?"

As your eyes widen, you realise that it would probably be in your best interest to respond to him. You ought not to be disrespectful to your superior, so you move to nod in response.

If you speak, you will either embarrass yourself and attract even more attention towards you and the colonel, or you will try and your voice will simply not comply, humiliating yourself in front of one of the few superior officers who has not yet been properly acquainted with you, or your work.

Colonel Quaritch’s fingertips hold you in place, depriving you of a silent manner of response. You can hear his voice in your ears, despite it not leaving his lips. ‘If you want to say yes to me, you have to find a better way to do it.’

You open your mouth, your shoulders shaking in tune with your voice as it fails you. "Y- ye, I.. hm."

His fingers leave your face, taking pity upon you, allowing you the privilege to respond to him without losing any more decency than you have already, which if you consider it, may be statistically impossible.

As soon as he allows you the ability to move your eyes away from his, you do. You glue your eyes to the ground, giving a small nod. Noticeable enough to satisfy him as a response, yet not so frantic as to prompt mocking comments about your enthusiasm.

Muffled snickers make their way to your ears from across the room, and your heart falls. You had assumed that the colonel’s squad of recoms had left the room, or removed themselves from earshot at the very least.

Colonel Quaritch turns to face the group of recoms in the opposite corner of the room, his face twisted in irritation. Clearly, he is a man that doesn’t approve of being interrupted. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" He snarls, his hand resting on your shoulder. The group of eavesdropping soldiers quickly scatter, trailing off in the direction of the mess hall. If they are in search of food, they shall be disappointed. Any leftovers were likely cleaned away a while ago.

"C'mon." He commands, tugging on your shoulder. You stand, finding the height difference between him and yourself impressive. He must’ve been one of, if not the tallest in the room. There must be at least a foot between you. You could probably find his file somewhere, get his exact height. The colonel interrupts your train of thought, placing his hand in a fist around your wrist. It’s gentle, allowing him to have leverage without putting you in pain.

He leads you behind him through the RDA base, drawing attention with every step he takes. While you walk, - he walks, while you get dragged - You attempt to make it seem as if the staring is lost on you, distracting yourself by watching his tail slide along the back of his calf, every so often lifting up and swishing across the front of yours.

On your tippy-toes, you reach out and use your free hand to tap on his, very muscular, upper arm and grab his attention. He wouldn't notice you otherwise, you think. Even if you stood in front of him and stopped him from walking, he would simply shove you aside. The colonel seems to be lost in his own world most of the time. Not in the way you are, though. In a cocky way. He holds himself in a way that says 'I don't care what you think of me. I don't care about you, why should I? Do you care about the roach that crawls over your shoe? About the millions of ants you squash throughout your lifetime? You are nothing but a mere insect to me, why should you matter?'.

He stops in his tracks and turns to face you. If the two of you hadn't already attracted enough attention, you're gaining more by the second. "What is it?"

You raise your eyebrows and point ahead of you, careful not to accidentally gesture towards anyone. Where are we going? You want to know.

"Oh darl, I have heard legends about the way you fight, your insane talent in mere hand to hand combat that most men cannot equal with any weapon known to mankind.. You have no idea what I would've done to get you in the ring. Yet, you - for some reason - opted out of being a soldier.”

You nod with a smile dawning on your face, him slowly matching it with his when he senses the pride that he instilled in you. His grip, almost loosened to the point of letting you go completely, tightens again as you walk towards the gym. A path clears in the colonel’s wake, your eyes facing the floor to avoid accidentally catching anyone else's as you pass. The colonel slows as he notices your discomfort, swapping his grip on your wrist for his arm slung across your waist. You lean into him, as if when you get close enough you can melt into him and disappear.

He pulls you down a hallway with next to nobody down it, "Shortcut. Less stares, if that was troubling you." He glances to the side, giving you his eyes. You nod. You dislike the attention that Colonel Quaritch is drawing to you.

His grip on your waist loosens slowly, and eventually he lets you slip out of his grip and trail a few steps behind, likely because of the severe decrease in crowding around you. You glance up from your feet when the soft thudding of his footsteps disappears, to find that he's stopped in front of a heavy-looking door and is fumbling in his pockets.

You run your eyes over him, zoning in on a shiny ring hooked to one of his belt loops. Hanging from the ring are a few keys, and a square card that gives him access to his room. You presume he's looking for one of the keys that are resting against the fabric of his pants, and remove the loop from his body while he rummages through his pockets.

You take a few steps forward, slipping past the colonel, and kneel down to look at the keyhole. Colonel Quaritch steps towards you in wonderment as you slide in the door’s key. You turn the key in its hole, and receive the affirming click.

You pull the key out and step back to let the colonel open the door, but you forgot he was directly behind you. You falter from the impact of stepping into him, stumbling downwards, but his arms snake around your waist on instinct as your back hits his chest. You let out a sigh of embarrassment.

You try to resume your plan of moving back to the side and following Quaritch into the gym, but his arms tighten around me, holding you in place.

"Not yet darl. How did you unlock that?"

"You were looking for the key, and I saw your keys. I took the keys, then I looked at the keyhole and I matched the key with it. I was right about all of that, so now the door is unlocked. If you would let me g- g, g-"

"Wow. That was a bit of a breakthrough for you huh, sweetheart? That's a lot of words in a short time. Good job darlin.”

You move your hands around funnily to accompany words that will not come out, slipping out of Colonel Quaritch’s arms and turning to face him. The Colonel raises his eyebrows patiently, watching you, slightly amused. He gives you his tablet to type on.

You nod softly, your fingers immediately beginning to type.

'I don't really like speaking. I never have. Eventually I just became accustomed to staying silent. Sometimes I just can’t bring myself to get words out. I find it easy to speak about my intelligence though, except when I feel like I am going to be singled out for it. I like explaining the process of my thoughts. People don't like it when they can't understand things, I like it when I can help them understand.'

When you turn the tablet around to show it to him, he takes a second, making sure to read it carefully and correctly. He doesn't want to miss a word.

"I'm glad you can speak about your intelligence darl. I'm sorry that people single you out for it, they're simply jealous. Like the assholes earlier. They were jealous of you. I wished to speak to you, whereas I got disgusted by even looking at them."

The blood rushes to your face as the colonel watches you carefully, taking you in. He taps the tablet lightly, tilting his head. 'Do you have something to say?'

You take the tablet from his hands, staring at the tablet blankly, before shaking it to erase the previous writing.

'Thank you, Colonel Quaritch.' You type.

"Colonel Quaritch is long. Colonel is fine." He mutters, his eyes on the tablet.

You shake the tablet to erase your writing once again, raising your eyebrows and biting your lip as you type.

'Just colonel?’

"Yes."

You slowly hand the colonel his tablet back as he leads you into the gym. He goes through the door first, capturing any possible attention, dragging it away from you. You follow through after him, glad to find that there's nobody inside.

The colonel grabs your wrist again, and pulls you towards the wrestling ring in the corner. He stops halfway, positioning you in front of a punching bag, and supplying you with a pair of boxing gloves. He stands behind you, the sight of his shadow towering over yours nearly bringing you to your knees with the wish of sinking into the ground.

You pull on the boxing gloves and tighten them appropriately, and stand still while the colonel repositions you. He lays a piece of tape a few centimetres in front of your feet, and you bring a foot forward to rest the tip of your boot against it.

You try to buck out of his grasp when he places his hands on your hips, but he simply pulls you backwards and grips you tighter, fingertips already forming bruises. He tilts your hips at an angle, and promptly releases you. "Sorry, darl, but you have got to be tougher than that."

You nod, quickly and apologetically, while he steps out from behind you. He stands, on the edge of getting in the way, far enough to be safe from accidentally getting wiped out by the punching bag, but not out of reach if you happen to do it on purpose.

'Square up' he gestures, and you follow his command, lean your weight into your toes, and throw a punch. A hard punch. It could've been harder, though. Even so, the punching bag is flung into the air. You step aside as it comes back down, catching it as it swings past you. Having slowed it down, you release it, and let it fall back to its original position.

"Good girl," the colonel snarls, positioning himself behind the punching bag. He takes a few steps back, for his own safety.

You shift your weight ever so slightly, and take a second punch. To the colonel's dismay, you hold back, and the bag doesn't swing into his face.

"Don't do that."

"W-?" You tilt your head slightly

"Don’t hold back on me. I'm strong enough to take whatever you throw at me, darling."

You nod, punching again, as hard as you'll go, so the chain that's hoisting the punching bag doesn't break or come unravelled. The force of falling to the floor usually splits the bag open. It's happened before. Quite a few times actually.

Colonel catches the bag, almost half effortlessly. He throws it back. You punch it once more.

He nods slightly while catching it. "Good job." He passes it back, and you throw another perfect punch.

Catch, throw, punch. Positive affirmation. Repeat, repeat.

The colonel catches, throws, makes his way behind you, distracts you. You step aside, and Colonel Quaritch gets hit square in the chest with a punching bag. He stumbles back and falls to the floor. After giving a small, quiet chuckle, you walk over and kneel next to him.

"Sorry darl, that was my fault.." He winces. You tilt your head softly, giving him a patronising thumbs up. He rolls his eyes, and smacks your hand down. You cradle your wrist to your chest in overly exaggerated pain. "You can punch harder than that. We both know it."

You shake your head, calling his bluff.

"Oh darling. Stop lying to me. I was there. I know what you can do."

You scrunch up your nose, tilting your head to the side in confusion .

"I saw you knock down those punching bags. Every. Single. One. Every time."

Blood rushes to your face again, your cheeks flushing a deep purple.

"Yeah, there you go. You know what I'm talking about. You know you're proud of yourself. You should be sweetheart."

I nod quickly, waiting for him to get to the point.

"You know what I want you to do, darling. You need to punch it as hard as you can, you want to and you know it. You want to break it. Can you do that for me darl?"

You smile through pursed lips, an attempt of hiding your pride in your own strength. You bring yourself to your feet, positioning yourself in front of the punching bag. When you look towards the colonel for his approval, you find his gaze already glued on you. He nods affirmation, and you take a deep breath while getting into position. Shifting your hips, you squeeze your eyes shut. Once you open them, you let out a deep sigh, and throw your fist against the firm exterior of the punching bag.

You step aside, breathing in and out with relief as the bag circles the rafter it's dangling from. The chain, rusted, ancient, and distressed, gets halfway unravelled before snapping off. The bag slaps the floor beside the colonel with a loud thump, and fortunately without splitting.

The colonel rises to his feet, and once you pull off the boxing gloves, he shakes your hand. You gesture towards the ring and he nods once, sharply. Your hair brushes the insides of his thighs as you bend down to retrieve your gloves, and he takes a sharp intake of breath before getting a pair of his own. You slip under the bottom rope, and he climbs over the opposing top one.

You meet in the middle of the ring, and the colonel's voice softly counts down.

"Three, two, one-"

You throw a punch to his chest, and he's forced to take a couple steps back and regain his breath. He doesn't get the chance though, as you throw yourself against the ropes to propel a kick into his stomach.

He coughs softly, spitting a little bit. He places his gloved hands on your waist, and throws you onto the ground. He places one of his feet on your spine to flatten your back, and sends a kick bouncing off your skull. Your gloves reach above your head, grabbing onto his ankle. You tug it, and the loss of balance removes his foot from your back and brings him down to your level.

Jumping to your feet, you force a foot under the colonel's stomach, and flip him onto his back. You bring a knee to his stomach, leaning all your weight onto him. Colonel Quaritch squirms. sputtering, trying to shove you off of him. He eventually topples you, your head slamming against the floor. His feet outstretch, trying to push you out of the ring and onto the ground as he squirms. Once he realises his efforts are going to waste, it's already too late, and you’re straddling his stomach. While you send a punch to his nose, his hands come to your waist, ready to throw you off. You slam one of your hands to one of his wrists, but it's too little too late. The hand you assaulted goes to the ground, but his other one pulls you down with it. He climbs on top of you, making you whimper slightly.

He's crushing you with his weight. You tilt your head back onto the floor and scrunch up your face before you look back up to face him. You take in his features for a mere few seconds before his gloved knuckles slam into your right cheek, the left side of your face landing against the ground so hard that you’re sure there's a black eye forming. A drop of the colonel's blood falls onto your bruised cheek, and you look up to see the blood from his nose dripping into his mouth, and dripping off his face.

"Need a break darling? Too much?" The colonel chuckles, looking down at you condescendingly.

A smile dawns across your face, before you punch him in the eye hard enough to send it spinning for a full 360 in the socket. His smile matches yours, and so does his attitude. The colonel punches you in the chest, making you gasp for air. He takes the chance and spits his blood into your mouth. You gag, choking on his blood, and turn to the side to spit it out. Well, you try to, but his fingers stop you from moving. Before you get the chance to resolve it by just turning to the other side, his hand slips from the side of your cheek to under your chin, holding you in place.

"What a fucking bitch." He grunts with a chuckle, and you shake your head as violently as you can with your face in his grip. "No, darling. You are. Yeah, you are."

You glare up at him, your eyes holding his.

"I knew you were strong, but god, sweetheart. You are fucking magnificent. Swallow." He growls, the familiar snarl you’ve heard him use many times before seeping into his voice, and a drop of blood falls from his philtrum onto your bruised cheekbone.

You gather up saliva to return his blood and spit, but his hand slides over your mouth and forces your head down on the ground as more of his blood drips onto your face.

"Nah, darling. Don't do that." He lets your head come up slightly, just to bring it back down to the ground, somewhat gently.

Your gaze softens as his hardens, and you reluctantly swallow, the metallic taste of blood sticking around as it usually does.

"Hm." He chuckles. "Good girl. Good girl."

You squint your eyes at him in anger, quickly flipping him on his back. Kneeling one knee next to him, you bring the other to his crotch, and strike as hard as you can. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. Fi-

He grabs you by your collar and hoists you up to face level, making eye contact with you. He doesn't want you to miss a word he says.

"You cannot win, darl. You're strong. You might be stronger than me. But I am smarter, and I am bigger, and I am faster. I am purely better than you darling, and there is nothing you will ever be able to do about it."

You like the colonel in the ring. He thinks the way you do. He's cockier, yes, but that's because he thinks he can win. And he will. He's like you, you think you can win anything that you want to. You don't think you want to win this.

You don't like most people, but you like Colonel Quaritch. You like the colonel from the hallway, the person who gave you a voice and listened to every word it said. You like the colonel from the punching bag, the guy who fed your ego, was interested in your strength, was cocky enough to stand behind your punching bag. The guy who was strong enough to take it. You like the colonel in the ring, the dickhead who got blood all over you, who thinks he could win if you didn't want him to, who says what comes to mind without hesitating about if it's going to hurt you. It doesn't, by the way. He might be able to hurt you, but his words can't.

He wasn't incorrect, per se. He is smarter than you, but only tactically speaking, your job isn’t to win the war, it’s to make sure he can. He is bigger than you, his height is much, much larger than yours. The span of his shoulders is too. As is the size of his muscles. You don't think he's faster than you, but you’ll get the chance to find out. You memorised his room number. You could challenge him to a race, presuming he has any free time. But he is not using any of his superior properties, he is trying to outdo you in sheer strength alone. He could crush you if he wanted to, squash you like a bug in under a minute without so much as a second thought. But he doesn't know how to. You must show him.

You blink, slowly, encouraging him to make a move against you, give himself an advantage. The colonel looks you over a couple times, analysing your weak spots, questioning how to defeat you. Finding stability by wrapping your hands around the ropes bordering the ring, you hoist yourself up to sit atop them. You bring your hands to your chest, and throw a few weak, less-than-half hearted punches into his.

"Wh.. what are we doing here. Are you bored with this? Are you toying with me? You can punch harder than that. A lot harder than that." The colonel snarls, his frown deepening with each word.

You shrug, your legs growing restless, swinging back and forth, landing soft kicks above his knees every so often. He takes a deep breath, getting increasingly irritated, before pulling off his boxing gloves and lifting you from the ropes to the ground.

"What do you want." He sighs defeatedly, dragging his tablet out of his pocket and handing it to you.

You start to type.

'You can defeat me. I am inferior to you, but for some reason you are trying to outdo me in the area I excel in. I am as strong as you, but you are more tactical. And you are taller, bigger. If you wanted to squash me, you could. If you commanded me to lose, I would. If you had thought for two seconds before pulling out the hotheaded soldier who spewed his hormonal blood-saliva cross contamination into my mouth, I may respect you a bit more. Colonel.'

Once he takes the tablet from your outstretched hand, his eyebrows practically shoot off his face as he reads. Shaking away the writing, he slides the tablet into his pocket before giving you his full, undivided attention, which is accompanied by piercing eye contact.

"Big move, calling me hotheaded, the very second after explaining exactly how easy I would find it to 'squash you' like a bug. Oh and sweetheart," He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning slightly closer to you, as if trying to hear something you were going to say.

"Judging by the way you get all flustered and purple when I lean over you, the way I am now, I figure you shouldn’t be so high and mighty over my 'hormonal cross contamination' being inside of you so much." As he pulls back, one of his hands reaches out to cup your cheek as he tilts his head and examines you. He removes his hand from your face and stands back, semi-weary while awaiting your response.

You extend your hands, asking for help with removing your boxing gloves. You move slowly, to not threaten him or provoke him to lash out violently. He raises his eyebrows, and his fingers go to the velcro on the gloves. You nod, pushing your hands out more "can y- pl-"

"Yes darl. I've got you."

He removes the gloves from your hands, velcroing them together. He repeats the process with his own gloves after picking them up from the floor, then he slips under the ropes and places both pairs back on the stand.

You trail a few steps behind him, like a lost puppy. You figure that now that you’re done with him in the ring, You should feel free to go. You should probably return to your quarters, and stretch and nap or something, on your own. It would be comforting to be alone after having so much attention drawn to you. To go relax in your room, with nobody able to bother you.

But, for some reason, you'd much rather stay here, with the colonel. You find some sense of.. calmness, and pleasure, in following his footsteps, like a ghost indebted to him.

He halts in his tracks, turning around to face you. You tilt your head to the side, questioning his sudden stop.

"Give me back my keys."

Oh. You fish into the pockets of your cargo pants, and retrieve the hoop that has his room card and keys dangling from it, holding it out by gripping his keycard. The colonel snatches it from your hand.

"Why are you still here? What do you need darlin?" He murmurs, hooking the keys back onto his belt loop.

You shake your head, you don't need anything. He nods in understanding.

"You're dismissed." He commands.

You give a small bob of your head in acknowledgment, and return to your quarters.

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amarriageoftrueminds · 7 months

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How long did Steve actually know Peggy?

(with pictures!)

[ post with just the images here ]

Short Answer:

626 days total / 20 months, 15 days, and only spoke on 8 separate days.

Long Answer:

Steve got his last 4F / first 1A on 14th of June, 1943.

When Steve arrived at Camp Lehigh, Peggy introduced herself and the SSR.

Directly afterwards, Col. Phillips introduced himself and explained that they would be there for a week only before choosing someone to be given serum:

If they had any common sense, they would’ve said Steve was at Basic Training for a while before being drafted into Project Rebirth.

This being Marvel, however...

[ full meta under cut ]

What If...?, Marvel’s Instagram, and Marvel Studios' The Marvel Cinematic Universe: An Official Timeline book gave the ‘official’ date of Steve’s serum as June 22, 1943.

This means:

Steve was enlisted June 14th 1943,

shipped out to Camp Lehigh June 15th 1943,

was there for just a week (til June 21st 1943),

Had a conversation with Erskine about why he was chosen on evening of June 21st.

and was back in Brooklyn and receiving serum on June 22nd 1943.

Poor lad barely had any time to pack and unpack! 😲

Sidenote:

The first date shown in the movie is March 1942:

When Red Skull acquired the Tesseract.

This implies (but does not conclusively prove) that Dr Erskine must have been captured by the Allies before March 1942, because:

when he has his conversation with Steve, he merely said Red Skull believed “that there is a great power hidden in the earth, left here by the gods.” IE. he wasn’t aware that Red Skull had successfully seized that power (the Tesseract).

Stark is flummoxed by Tesseract-related tech when he sees it, which he surely wouldn’t be if Erskine had known about Red Skull having the Tesseract because Erskine could’ve just told him.

Anyway, back to the present and Steve was already in the local newspapers by Wednesday, 23rd June 1943:

Anyway, he and Peggy only spoke for 1-2 days during that time: June 22nd, the day he received serum, and (what was probably) June 23rd, the day after.

IMO it seems like it’s just the day after because:

everyone who was at the blown-up Brooklyn base is there 👆 (wherever ‘there’ is) as if no time has passed at all...

...but we know that time must have passed, because Senator Brandt shows Steve a paper dated the 23rd [see above.] 👆 So enough time has passed for the newspapers to hear about Steve, for a journalist to write about it, print it, and for the Senator to get a hold of a copy.

Enough time has passed for the SSR to get the saboteur’s Hydra sub out of the water at the Brooklyn Navy Yard in order for Howard Stark to be flummoxed by it, as he is in this scene. (And he is still in the pit with it; he hasn’t had long enough to look at it already. Ergo, not much time has passed.)

You could say that it’s a later date, and Brandt just happens to have a newspaper from the 23rd. Except...

...Phillips mentions having talked to the president that morning... which makes more sense as something he would do immediately after the whole Hydra-saboteur bomb kerfuffle, not later. That’s not a phone call he could put off for days. That’s a call you make straight away.

Although that doesn’t automatically mean that that-morning’s phone call is the first or only phone call Phillips has made to the President, since the Hydra-saboteur-kerfuffle, meaning this could be a date later than June 23rd.

But the fact that:

everyone who was at the bomb site is still there,

Howard is still in the pit looking at the Hydra sub and admitting he’s clueless about it, as if that is new information he’s announcing,

they’re taking Steve’s blood, also not something to delay on,

and Brandt is asking basic questions about Hydra. If more than a day had passed, he would already know the answers to these questions, even if he had been distracted by the Press.

Suggesting it is very soon after.

The lack of delay in Phillips’s actions also supports this idea. Earlier on in the movie he moaned to Erskine about having had to talk to senators multiple times before he could get the ball rolling on Project Rebirth. But now he’s cheerful and decisive. Which to me suggests he’s had one decisive phone call with the President, where they exchanged all the information they needed, and that’s it. (He doesn’t say “I spoke to the President again this morning,” for example.)

Brandt asks Phillips what he’s going to do about Hydra. Phillips smirks and answers that the SSR is being re-tasked to go after them. As if he anticipated the question and got the President to sign off on that just prior; close enough to this moment that Phillips is only acting on those orders just now.

"This morning" implies that this scene is taking place later on in the day of June 23rd 1943; after the morning, so that Phillips isn’t saying he called the president just now, for example.

There’s strong sunlight coming in from the window behind Steve 👆, so I’d say we can place this scene at afternoon, June 23rd.

And we can infer that it isn’t evening yet, because Phillips refers to flying out “tonight,” as if if the night of June 23rd has not yet arrived.

(Another maddening possibility: it’s all happening on the same day, a day that Phillips just happened to have spoken to the President on the phone in the morning already, but either the prop makers got the date wrong on the newspaper or the official Marvel instagram got the date of Steve’s serum wrong. 🤦‍♀️)

So, timeline:

June 22nd, 1943: serum, bomb/saboteur, Erskine’s death.

(possibly but not definitively) June 23rd, 1943: morning, newspapers reporting on Steve are printed (Senator Brandt sees them), the Hydra sub is shipped to dry dock for Howard to look at, and the President tells Phillips via the phone that the SSR is being retasked “as of today.”

afternoon, Steve has his blood drawn, Phillips relays the President’s orders to him, Brandt, Peggy and Stark. Steve objects. Brandt recruits Steve for the USO.

night, Phillips, Peggy and Howard fly out.

Unless it’s all the same day, in which case the events go:

June 22nd or 23rd:

morning, Phillips talks to the President who officially re-tasks the SSR, Steve gets serum, blown up, Erskine killed.

afternoon, the Hydra sub put in dry dock for Howard to examine, newspapers rushed out an edition about Steve, Brandt recruited Steve for the USO using said paper.

night, Peggy, Phillips and Howard flew out to London.

So Peggy was flown out to London that night, being (probably but not conclusively) the night of either June 22nd or June 23rd, 1943.

And then Steve was on tour with the USO for 4 months (from July 1943).

Probably starting mid/late July / early August, to give them enough time to find 20+ chorus girls, create and fit costumes, build sets, book venues, choreograph and plan a show, and do some rehearsals... though apparently not enough for Steve to have learned his lines. 🤦‍♀️

During this period, as the USO shows grow ever more elaborate (up to 40 showgirls, bigger sets, a fake Hitler, a military band, and harley davidson motorcycles) Steve also films multiple propaganda reels, signs autographs, takes photos with the public (and Senator Brandt), appears in his own comics, sneaks into the cinema to watch himself on screen, and travels to Buffalo, Milwaukee, Philadelphia, Chicago, and New York! 😵

Senator Brandt’s smooth patter in recruiting Steve for the USO, how he acts during it, and the fact that there was a cameraman there to take photos of Steve just before he got serum, to me suggests that Brandt was planning to do this USO show with whoever the serum worked on.

So it’s possible a lot of the show logistics and planning were already underway before Steve was even chosen for serum. That would mean the USO show kicked off much sooner after Steve got serum (which might account for why he’s so nervous on stage...)

And it would explain how they were able to cram so much activity into four short months.

Meanwhile, in October 1943, in Azzano, Italy...

And then Steve goes to Italy, five miles from the front

on the 3rd of November, 1943:

We can see that Steve and Peggy were not in contact in between these times / while he was on USO Tour, because:

no reference to any such contact is ever shown or implied (and Kevin Feige said Steve was sleeping with someone else while on tour).

Steve looks surprised to see her when she shows up. He hasn’t invited her to come -- which he could, by letter -- and asks her what she’s doing there.

She’s cagey about why she’s there/what she’s been up to; so she’s not someone who even can carry on a correspondence, given the classified nature of her work.

If they had somehow been corresponding anyway, she would already have told Steve by now that she can’t talk about her being there/why. So he wouldn’t need to ask.

As well as Steve not knowing basic things about her, she also still doesn’t know basic things about Steve, that a casual correspondent of four months would know by now [see below].

We know the rescue of the 107 was on the night of November 3rd, 1943.

Because Phillips cites that date when he’s typing up Steve’s official KIA letter:

The sequence before Steve’s rescue of the 107 also implies that Bucky et al were only captured very recently at Azzano, because:

the rest of the 107 are still there (haven’t been deployed elsewhere),

wounded are still being brought in,

Col. Phillips is still engaged in writing up condolence letters about the lost soldiers when Steve barges into his tent.

(Why is the head of the SSR in Italy, writing condolence letters about the 107 when he specifically said he and his agents were flying out to London, where his HQ is? Here’s a clue from wikipedia: “Alsos personnel followed close behind the front lines in Italy, France, and Germany, occasionally crossing into enemy-held territory to secure valuable resources before they could be destroyed or scientists escape or fall into rival hands.”

However, those personnel would not include the head honcho (Phillips), the entire Army’s number one weapons contractor (Stark), or a desk jockey whose opinion is neither sought nor valued (Peggy).

And the rest of the movie shows them back in London (and therefore not featuring in field footage of the Commandos), while Steve & Co. destroy Hydra weapons factories (not sweep them for intell.)

And they stay in London, until the entire army hits a very important base at the very end of the movie. And even then, Stark isn’t shown attending!

So maybe he was just in Italy for the chorus girls...? 🤷‍♀️

Steve and the Howlies had to have to covered 35 miles as the crow flies (30 miles behind enemy lines + 5 miles to the Army base), with wounded soldiers, and through what Phillips describes as “some of the most heavily fortified territory in Europe” which was also mountainous. They would’ve had to seek a flat route to get the jeeps through. And this with no resources -- like food, medicine, specialised clothing, etc.

Covering 5 miles a day under those extremely difficult and dangerous circumstances, it takes them a week to get back to Camp.

(Sidenote, I looked up a modern estimate of hikers on the Swiss Alps, and it said they’d traverse a 105 mile trail over 7-10 days. Viz. potentially 10.5 miles a day!)

Making the day of Steve’s return 👆 at least, November 10th, 1943.

Marvel Studios' The Marvel Cinematic Universe: An Official Timeline confirms this:

Afterwards, it seems they went straight to London.

(No contact with Peggy in transit is shown or implied).

Sidenote: although no other locations and no other interaction is shown in November, between the 107 returning and Steve being in London, it seems as if some time has passed.

And once again, we can tell that because of Senator Brandt and newspapers.

There has been enough time for more than one newspaper (The Daily Mail, and Stars and Stripes), to publish stories about Steve. 👆

For Senator Brandt to announce that he’ll be giving Steve a medal for valour, and for that news to have travelled back to the UK.

And, at the very least, enough time has elapsed since the 10th of November for the Senator to believe that Steve could feasibly travel back to America in time to receive his medal in person.

(Which he declines to do. LOLOL.)

So, say:

11th: newspapers report (Steve & Co travelling back to London).

12th: news reaches America / Brandt decides / announces the medal.

13th: Brandt expecting Steve to fly from Europe to America (which would’ve taken over 17 hours, then.) Doesn’t necessarily have to be the very next day, but based on past behaviour Brandt expects action to be taken the very same day as the press reporting on Steve! So...

14th: for the actual medal ceremony? (so that Steve isn’t travelling for 17 hours and then immediately appearing in public) Which seems like it’s happening simultaneously with Steve being in London; I don’t think he’d delay on relating his intell about Hydra.

(And that last day would also account for how the news has travelled back to the UK from the US in order to appear in The Daily Mail.)

We know that this day Steve is in London is supposed to be the day he’s receiving his medal, in person, because of this CATFA deleted scene:

So IMO we’re looking at this date being 14th November, 1943 at a very strict minimum.

NB: All this pre-supposes that it takes 4 days to move the Howlies from the Continent back to London, which it feasibly might if they had Stark and his plane, still in Italy. Stark’s deleted-scene surprise at seeing Steve in London suggests either he was not the pilot / his was not the plane responsible for flying Steve to London, or that he was / his was the plane but he expected Steve to move straight on back to the US. We know the SSR had at least one plane in the US Army base in Italy, because someone was flying multiple reconnaissance flights, trying to spot the 107 -- the last of which returned Nov 10th.

In London, Steve and Peggy are shown talking on 2 separate days, total:

1) In the London HQ, relaying the intell about Hydra weapons-parts factories, gathered from the Krausberg weapons-parts factory and from Bucky, when Steve tells Phillips he has got his own team together.

And in the pub, on the evening of that same night, when Steve goes to Assemble the Howling Commandos for the first time.

(I’m saying it’s the same night as that day^ because no time passing between these conversations is implied or stated, not via montage or any other means. It’s a straight cut, and Steve is wearing the same clothes. Also: assembling his team is not something Steve could delay on, after already telling his CO he had one. In fact it’s kinda nuts Steve didn’t think to do this before telling Phillips he had a team already. What would he have done if they’d said no?? 😂)

2) in the London HQ, the morning of the day after (8am) when Peggy shoots at him.

(Won’t dignify either of those scenes with triggery screencaps!)

So Steve and the Howlies are officially a team from let’s say 14th November, 1943.

(We know there must’ve been a bit of a time delay before the Howlies were deployed, to give Stark time to build Steve the version of the Cap suit he requested as well as supplying him with those Harley Davidsons WLA ‘Liberators.’ That Cap suit is the only thing Steve is shown fighting Hydra in, thereafter, meaning the Howlies did in fact wait until it was ready before deploying (they didn’t, for example, send Steve out in something else at first and then get the suit shipped out later on. That isn’t shown.)

Since Bucky was the one who suggested him keeping ‘the outfit’ I’ll bet he had some input on that suit. 🤔

So depending on how long you think that would take, could be the Howlies weren’t out on the Continent kickin’ ass ‘til December ‘43 or January '44.

But despite this delay, no contact with Peggy is shown or implied in the interim.)

For the next 15 months & 15 days there is also no direct contact shown between Steve and Peggy, while Steve is on the continent and she is in London.

At first glance it looks like we can deduce roughly the dates of when Bucky died and Steve returned to London.

Because after capturing him Phillips tells Zola he sent a telegram about him*

*a prop which is not shown directly on screen

...a prop dated (the morning of) February 3rd, 1945:

Soon followed by a tight 24-hour turnaround for the Howlies to go and attack the Valkyrie base in Austria, which we know from this 👇 piece of dialogue between Col. Phillips and Gabe Jones:

But.

We don’t know:

1) that the date on the telegram is accurate. This prop is not directly shown in the movie. And, in the scene, Phillips hints at this telegram being intercepted by Hydra and this being bad news for Zola (because it says he is working for SSR. The Foreshadowing is INSANE!)

So Phillips might have lied on that telegram -- backdated it to make it look to Schmidt like Zola had betrayed him and been working for the SSR since before the Howlies ‘captured’ him. Making the day of his interrogation... later than the Feb 3rd on the telegram.

2) that Zola Therefore told Phillips ‘you have 24 hours’ on February 3rd. Since the telegram date could be false.

Even if it wasn’t, Zola could’ve said this to Phillips on a subsequent day. He could’ve just told Phillips when the date Red Skull was planning to do something was, and not necessarily 24 hours before that date.

Meaning we can’t tell by the telegram what date the HQ briefing about the Valkyrie mission, and therefore what date the Valkyrie mission.

However, Agents of Shield 2.01: Shadows...

and Marvel Studios' The Marvel Cinematic Universe: An Official Timeline tie in book, put Steve’s only possible death date as:

Thursday, the 1st of March, 1945.

(AOS’s Morita and Dum-dum capture Werner Reinhardt on 2nd of March, 1945, and Reinhardt remarks that Red Skull is dead.

Given that Steve ‘died’ on the same day in March, and it’s already known about by the 2nd, that leaves the 1st of March as physically the only March date, before that point, at which the Valkyrie mission could possibly have taken place.)

And we know (from CATWS canon) that Steve’s death was reported (as a disappearance) on

Monday, 5th March, 1945:

So I think we can definitively state that MCU intends for Steve to have ‘died’ on Thursday, 1st March, 1945. 😥

And the KGB opened a file on Bucky on Friday the 23rd of March, 1945.

It is not categorically stated that the mission where Bucky ‘died’ happened immediately before these late-February scenes in London.👆

He could, theoretically, have died in late 1944, as his exhibit in the Smithsonian in CATWS claims:

However, that exhibit makes multiple other errors...

(Such as: listing two different dates of birth on the same display, saying Bucky enlisted shortly after Pearl Harbour (nothing in CATFA shows this and his dog-tag number suggests he was drafted), saying he shipped out to Italy and was captured ‘that fall’ of 1942, when that year was definitely shown as 1943, and the Marvel Timeline tie-in book also shows Azzano as happening in October ‘43, etc.)

...So I think we can safely rule this out 👆 as a prop-maker’s mistake!

Plus, Steve’s grief in the pub feels very raw, very immediate, which to me suggest a very-recent bereavement, not something he’s had a couple weeks or months to weep over already. Steve’s a pretty stoic guy. So we know Bucky ‘died’ near to March 1st/end of February 1945.

The only canon suggestion of time passing between Bucky’s ‘death’ and the pub scene is Steve having already had a chance to get back to London and write a report about it, in order to mention said report to Peggy and feasibly expect her to have read it.

If we follow the previous observations / logic in this meta, then Steve reports things ASAP and actions are expected to be taken ASAP.

As a soldier with a CO to answer to, that report about Bucky/Zola is not something Steve could delay on delivering. If Steve drinking in the pub is afternoon/evening, say this was the day he delivered his report (probably in the morning).

Well that’s enough time to reasonably expect Peggy to have read the report, and for Steve to be drinking after delivering it, but still be neatly groomed in his immaculate on-duty uniform, having just gone off-duty (not, eg. dressed down as if this is another, later day, a day off).

On the surface of it, it looks like we can’t say for certain that Steve’s drinking day is the day before Phillips interrogates Zola. Even if it’s framed as if the stoicism he exhibits at the end of that sequence is the signal that he is now galvanised to act ASAP, ie. the very next day, with one scene leading to / causing another...

Bucky’s ‘death’ date might have been any number of days before.

Except: Zola is a hugely valuable acquisition.

I don’t think Steve et al would’ve captured and brought Zola back to London, at extraordinary personal cost, only for Phillips to waste days before interrogating Zola.

I think Phillips would’ve been in to interrogate Zola immediately.

That to me is the closest to ‘proof’ that Steve is back in London, delivering his report and then drinking in the pub, either on or as close to the day of Zola’s interrogation as physically possible.

(IMO this can’t all be happening on the same day. I don’t think Steve is the kind of guy to deliver a report in the morning, go off and try to get shit-faced while still on duty / in uniform, and then go back to HQ after drinking for a mission-briefing. Not under normal circumstances, let alone when the mission (to avenge Bucky! and stop Red Skull!) is so important! Steve appears to know already that he can’t get drunk... but that doesn’t stop him from trying. I don’t think he’d do that if he knew he was expected back to plan the very-important Bucky-Avenging Mission on the same day. CATFA writers may disagree and say this all happened on the same day, but that idea’s kinda wild to me!)

So when was that interrogation date?

I think we can deduce that it also must’ve been as-close-as-possible to the Valkyrie mission briefing date.

The fact that Gabe is asking how long they have means that that intell was fresh information to the Howlies on the HQ mission briefing date (which was 28th of February = 24 hours before 1st March.)

Now, if Phillips knew about 1st March being significant in advance of 28th February:

it would be incredibly stupid of him to not tell anyone until only 24 hours before.

he would’ve told the Howlies already / Gabe wouldn’t need to ask.

But if Zola only revealed the date of the Valkyrie Mission Day very close to the mission briefing date... that would explain why Phillips didn’t mention it sooner. Another point: A lot of what Phillips says in the mission briefing sounds like a summary and continuation of what we see Zola telling him in the interrogation scene. As if there has been no further interrogation / no more intell to relate since that interrogation, a point in favour of it being the only time he has interrogated Zola (meaning it must be happening on 27th of February).

As in: Phillips went into see Zola as soon as they got him (27th of February) and Zola told him the Valkyrie mission was happening March 1st, and that was their only interaction.

This interrogation scene comes before Steve is shown drinking, alone. (Implying Steve is drinking in the later pm, since it’s ‘dinner’ time for Zola, just before.)

Assuming Phillips’ telegram about Zola is false (which is neater, and it being a lie is mentioned in the scene, and although we have the prop the prop is not directly shown on-screen in the movie).

Sunday, 25th February. Bucky probably 'died?’

Monday, 26th February. Howlies flying back to London, with Zola?? And since Phillips wouldn’t wait days to deal with Zola:

Tuesday, 27th of February. Morning, Steve delivers his report. Phillips reads the report, and sends a falsely-dated telegram about Zola to Washington via SHAEF HQ. Dinner time, Phillips interrogates Zola, tells him about the telegram, and Zola tells him about 1st March / Valkyrie Day. Steve goes drinking, alone.

Wednesday, 28th February 1945, Valkyrie Mission briefing.

Thursday, 1st March 1945, Valkyrie Mission day.

NB: This pre-supposes that it only takes a day to move from the Continent back to London, which it would if they had a plane like Stark’s ready to pick them up any time.

They well might, given how important it is to get Zola back to London, and get the Howlies out to take down the Valkyrie base.

If they didn’t have such a plane, of course, it would take them longer. However, nothing in the movie (such as, eg. a travel-montage) does show it taking longer. It seems to imply a very short turnaround.

Sidenote:

Steve never does anything Peggy says or does, always does the exact opposite -- which is the moral, heroic, selfless thing -- and also never asks what she thinks he should do. (They also try to create the illusion of Steve following Peggy’s orders, in the denouement, by having her irrelevantly interrupt to remind Steve to do what he was already doing anyway.*)

This is a symptom of poor / misogynist writing, whereby Token ‘Strong Female Character’ Love Interest is relegated to a Sexy Lamp with post-it note stuck to it* + behaving like a generic male bully in a female skin + idiot hetero-norms in writing that make any straight couple automatic foils, who must bicker miserably and be on the opposite sides of every argument in order to generate ‘Chemistry.’ 🙄

Ergo, Steve never does what Peggy says, because as his foil what she says it always the opposite of what he says. Making what she says, defacto, the [unethical, cowardly, self-serving, tactically unsound] thing to Steve’s [moral, heroic, selfless, also tactically correct] thing.

. (disclaimer: any other aspects of Peggy being unpleasant must be put down to Atwell’s performance choices.) .

Her show erroneously claims that Steve relied heavily upon her for “courage, strategy, and moral guidance."

Passing over the insulting and demonstrably-untrue suggestion that Steve needed external courage or ethical guidance...

(Metas on why this is untrue, and would actually make the plot impossible if it were true! HERE, HERE, and HERE .👈)

...If what Peggy is saying were true, this would mean Steve is somehow relying upon a person whom he doesn’t even speak to for 467 of the 473 days when strategic input was even relevant to his life. So he must have been clueless the vast majority of his life. 🤦‍♀️

The numbers don’t lie. Steve physically cannot have been relying upon Peggy for anything when they weren’t even in contact. That’s quite literally not physically possible. 🤷‍♀️

This simultaneously puts the lie to the idea of Peggy following the Howlies around Europe to collate intell in the places they hit.

A) because the Howlies aren’t shown sweeping these factories for information. They’re shown reducing them to fiery rubble, which you don’t do if you’re looking for documents. They’re not looking for documents; they’re looking for Zola.

B) even if the Howlies weren’t destroying the factories and were sweeping them for ABC (atomic, biological, chemical) Peggy isn’t the kind of specialist who would even know what to look for.

She’s an intelligence liaison, not a scientist. Not even a linguist. That’s not her area of expertise at all.

Whereas the Howlies themselves by contrast are surprisingly well-qualified. They’ve worked in a Hydra weapons factory, so they know what’s important. Gabe is a fluent German-speaker. Frenchie knows ordinance. Morita looks like a radio expert / is shown operating captured Hydra tech more than once. Bucky as a sniper can do distance recon. And Steve has a photographic memory.

So they really don’t need an eighth wheel telling them how to recognise or blow up Hydra factories (how would she even know?)

That’s already their forte.

C) even if Peggy was a technical expert somehow better qualified than them (which she isn’t), her opinion is repeatedly denigrated by Phillips who says she was a chancey (ie. ill-qualified) hire.

He wouldn’t send someone to judge important documents who is ill-qualified to do so and whose opinion doesn’t carry any weight with him. He comes with an inch of firing her in this movie for this very reason.

D) The only time she’s shown taking part in a mission, it’s actually more of a full blown Army Operation, where even the old man Phillips goes along in person. This is an unusual occurrence, i.e. not something she normally does.

AOS ineptly tries to retcon that she was with the Howlies more often.

(The Agent Carter show undermines this intent, because Dum-Dum is discombobulated by Peggy’s presence on a mission and doesn’t know how to act around her.

This is showing that it’s not a familiar sensation for him, which it would be if she was an honorary Howlie. Ergo, even when they think they’re showing she was a Howlie, they’re actually showing she wasn’t.

And this is why she didn’t join Steve on the mission to rescue the 107 -- that’s just not her job.)

But just like I can’t claim that Howard Stark fought alongside the Howlies in person throughout the war, if that is not what is shown, they cannot claim that Peggy did so either.

Because that is not shown.

*As mentioned: in the middle of the denouement, when Peggy asks Steve if he was about to do X important thing, and he goes ‘right!’ and carries on...

And later, her interrupting at a crucial point to make it about herself (to make Steve kiss her the same way Lorraine sexually assaulted him earlier on) and then telling him to carry on...

Peggy telling him to do it is both the classic conditioning behaviour of someone who wants to control another person (by creating a mental association between their commands and the victim’s actions) and/or the behaviour of someone with a delusion of importance.

They are ineptly trying to create the appearance of Steve doing what Peggy says, because she says so. But Steve is doing what he was already going to do anyway, before she spoke.

Her input is not a deciding factor in what Steve does, nor on the plot. Her net moral/strategic impact on Steve is still zero; and she’s still replaceable with a Sexy Lamp.

So that aforementioned claim that Steve relied on her, listened to her, would do what she says, etc. is false.

And they can’t claim he listened to her at any other point, because that is not shown; they weren’t in contact.

Conclusion...

Steve and Peggy knew OF each other for 626 days

or 20 months & 15 days.

(From mid-June 1943 to the beginning of March, 1945.)

They spoke on 2 days max in June, 1943 (the 22nd and probably 23rd, the day of his serum and day after) despite being in the same place for a week prior and sharing a prior car ride!

They spoke on 4 days max in November 1943.

3rd day-- Nov 3rd, in Italy, pre-107 rescue, 4th day-- Nov 10th, in Italy, post-107 rescue, 5th day-- Nov 14th(?) In London, the day Steve relayed Hydra intell and told Col. Phillips he was assembling his own team, while Brandt was expecting him to be in America receiving his medal for valour; probably the same day the Howlies were founded. 6th day-- Nov 15th(?) 8am, in London, when Peggy shot him.

They spoke on 2 days in February & March, 1945:

7th day-- in the pub in London (Tuesday, 27th February?) 8th day-- the day of the Valkyrie raid (Thursday, 1st March.)

(While they are shown in the same place on another intervening day, February 28th, when they are both at London HQ during planning for the Valkyrie Mission, and it’s possible or even plausible that they did interact at that point... they are not actually shown speaking to each other on that day.)

Totalling: a maximum of 8 days.

(could be as low as 6.)

And 6 months later, Peggy, Stark and Phillips founded SHIELD and had already recruited Zola into it in order for it to be front page news by

Tuesday, 14th August, 1945:

(Thus putting the lie to the ridiculous idea that they didn’t know they’d recruited Nazis or what they were up to, btw. 👆)

So of the 20 months & 15 days total they knew of each other, Steve and Peggy were only shown being in the same place and in contact during (but not for the entirety of) 4 months -- Jun and Nov ‘43, and Feb and March ‘45.

For 19 months & 15 days of the 20 months & 15 days they knew of each other, they were not even in the same place:

4 months while Steve was on one side of the Atlantic, during the late June-October USO Tour, she was in Europe.

And 15 months & 15 days / 473 days when he was on the continent doing Hydra weapons-parts factory raids (from probably mid-Nov 1943 - Mar 1945) and she was in London.

And this is deliberate by the film-makers, to depict theirs as a thwarted relationship-that-never-was, a Casablanca style ‘we never dated’ situation. Not a romance, but what could’ve been a romance, had circumstances been different. Them not being together is literally the point.

They show zero direct or indirect contact between the two during those 15 months & 15 days, and multiple things imply that there was none.

For example:

She doesn’t know that Steve has a friend in the 107 (which a correspondent would).

Steve is surprised to see her (a correspondent wouldn’t be).

Steve tells her about what he’s been up to, as if it’ll be new information to her. (It wouldn’t be, to a correspondent.) Sidenote: as per She Hulk, Bruce Banner is under the impression Steve slept with some woman during this time. SIGH.

Despite Agent Carter show’s attempts to retcon her history with Bucky’s stolen valour / war record (nonsensically, since he is a soldier and she’s supposed to be a spy), the film and script are clear that she isn’t in Europe with the Howlies.

She complains about having every door shut in her face, professionally, and Phillips says she was only at a desk job because he “took a chance with” hiring her. Ergo she’s complaining about not being in the field.

Steve wouldn’t be carrying a photo of someone he sees in person for work all the time. The compass is physical evidence that she wasn’t there. Sidenote: Steve wouldn’t be dating anyone Period, since he specifically said he didn’t want to do that. And Peggy also said she wouldn’t date until after the war is over. But anyway!

And, logically, if she's supposed to be a spy she also wouldn’t have her face broadcast in cinemas, making any cover she had useless, as Steve would know. But anyway! It just highlights how they’re not really doing their jobs of writing her as a spy properly.

Steve wouldn’t need to take a photo out of a paper or SSR personnel file (which is what it looks like) if he saw Peggy regularly in person for work, or if they had been corresponding by letter, because she could’ve given him a proper photo personally.

(This simultaneously rules out the possibility that she went out with the Howlies, and then went back to London; because if she had, she still could’ve given Steve a proper photo of herself, either via letter or in person.)

Likewise, Peggy wouldn’t need to steal a photo of Steve out of a personnel file if they had been in regular contact, either in person or by letter. (Because he could’ve given her a proper photo if they had been in contact.)

Steve and the Howlies are shown in direct contact with... each other, easily implying a long-standing relationship without having to go to a lot of film-making effort, via montage... but she is not.

Whereas she is shown in the montage, but not being in direct contact. If the film-makers had wanted to show direct contact between them during this montage, they very easily could have. But they didn’t. If she had been there with the Howlies, and it was the film-makers intention to imply that, she would be in the footage with the Howlies, not sitting in a cinema in London watching footage of a mere photo of herself in the newsreels. Whatever your headcanon, you cannot retcon/change what canon is; the canon is that she wasn’t there in person.

By February 1945 she still isn’t on first-name terms with Bucky, Steve’s second in command. That would be odd, if she was there in person.

As mentioned earlier, in her own show Dum-dum Dugan is disquieted by Peggy’s presence and reacts to her being in the field with the men as if it’s a fresh, disorientating experience for him, and he doesn’t know how to act. If she had actually been in the field with the Howlies in WWII, this could not be the case. He couldn’t be disorientated by something he was already used to.

Steve’s time in London in WWII was so minimal that when he goes drinking to grieve Bucky, he goes drinking in the Whip & Fiddle even though it’s in ruins. That pub is chosen for its emotionally significant connection to Bucky... but if Bucky (Steve & the Howlies) had been in London a lot, they could’ve gone to other places, too, and there would be no reason to attach any particular significance to that one pub. But Steve does. And no other footage of the Howlies in London is shown. Ergo, the Howlies were in London for such a short period that the pool of places Steve could be is so small there’s only one (1) option. The alternative is that they were in London for ages and drinking in loads of places (and they never showed it for some reason) and that Peggy had to go around loads of pubs until she found the one Steve was in. But that would be daft.

We are never shown the Howlies returning to that pub or London at all until after Steve is also ‘dead’ (ie. no proof of them going there multiple times. They easily could have shown that, in montage, if the Howlies had been back in London. But they didn’t.) They treat it as a special, 'one-off Solemn Event’ type of place. Not a regular haunt.

And Steve is still surprised to see Peggy there, meaning he doesn’t think she knows him well enough to guess where he would go / that he didn’t tell her he was going there (possibly one of the Howlies did). So the reason she finds him can’t be because they interacted prior.

She still has to ask Steve whether he respected “your friend” Bucky (when even Col. Phillips knows to refer to Bucky as Steve’s oldest friend, by this point).

Steve tells her he can’t get drunk and has to ask whether she knows that already or not. This is yet another example of something a close confidante or correspondent of 15+ months would know, and that Steve wouldn’t ask because he would know/assume she already knew, if they had been in continuing contact. (It’s unlikely that Steve himself didn’t know, before this moment. Soldiers who founded their unit in a pub? haven’t done any drinking for 15 months and 15 days? Not likely!)

CEvans’s acting lends an air of despair and futility to the scene, too -- Steve trying to drink away his sorrows, even though he knows it won’t work. Had his tone been different, it would’ve connoted something else, eg. ‘hey, I’ve just found this new thing about my metabolism, did you know?’

Not being able to get drunk is canonically the very kind of thing Steve would complain about to her (and canonically also the very kind of thing she would tell him more about). If Steve was in contact with Peggy then he would’ve complained about it before, eg. via letter, too. But he didn’t, because he doesn’t know whether or not she knows. So they weren’t in contact.

The Howlies are only shown being in Phillips’s War Rooms / in the bunker in London once. But Peggy is shown being there through the war. If the Howlies (including Steve) were there on a regular basis, the film makers could’ve shown that in the montage. Instead the Howlies were shown on the Continent. viz. they never went back to London, and Peggy never went out to the Continent, until the very last mission.

It is shown that the updated intelligence of what Steve and the Howlies are accomplishing in Europe during 1944 is being relayed back to HQ in London, because Peggy and other personnel are shown taking Hydra base flags off their maps, as Steve and the Howlies take them out.

(As a consequence of Steve et al taking them out, it’s implied.)

However... it is not shown that Steve directly relayed that information to Peggy or that it’s Peggy’s job to gather that intell from them directly.

Peggy herself says that Phillips is in charge of devising strategy, not herself, and Steve soon disregards any strategy suggestions she makes anyway -- in fact, he gives her orders, not the other way around.

So if Steve was telling anyone what the Howlies are up to in Europe, it would be his superior officer Phillips.

Not an agent like Peggy, of no military rank.

(This is supported by the scene where Steve, having returned from rescuing the 107, goes straight to Phillips to report his successful mission. Not to Peggy, who is right there.)

Plus, the Howlie shown handling communications isn’t Steve...

...it’s Morita. 👆 (And guess who interrupts him and shoves him out of his seat?)

So while the Howlies were in contact during the 15 months & 15 days of Howling Commando Hydra weapons-factory raids:

it would’ve been very difficult / limited / all shop talk.

it must’ve been so insignificant that we don’t hear what was said, or see who said it, in the film.

(Given that they insist on showing us every possible plot-irrelevant* sexy lamp heterosexual interaction, the fact that they don’t show Steve talking to Peggy on the radio all year is the biggest proof that it didn’t happen. IMO we would’ve seen it.)

so either it’s considered grunt work and would’ve been done by eg. Morita(?) to a similarly lower-ranked person at HQ (maybe even Lorraine!), who at best would’ve relayed it to Peggy who then relayed it to Phillips. But that’s still no contact between Steve and Peggy.

or it’s so important that only someone as important as Steve would report it directly to someone as important (viz. Phillips) as Steve does when coming back from rescuing the 107 (still wasn’t significant enough to be seen in the film.)

While I can see Peggy kicking a lower-ranked person off their chair, to butt in on the call, if Steve was on the line -- as she later does to Morita -- the fact that we didn’t see that happen. Again, basic writing rules apply: if it isn’t shown it didn’t happen.

there were only six prospective Hydra weapons factories mentioned as targets for Steve and the Howlies, so only six more occasions when they even might’ve officially interacted from the Continent:

Roughly:

And while there are more Hydra bases indicated as existing on the maps/via flags removed from the maps...

...None of these 👆 are explicitly linked to Steve and the Howlies, there’s no indication that the existence of these was discovered or relayed (or that they specifically were destroyed) by Steve and Co.

And it’s made out to be a Big Deal that they find out where the Seventh base is, (the base Bucky told Steve they were shipping weapons parts to). Because that’s where Red Skull is.

In total the Howlies would’ve had 9 missions during this time:

6 Hydra factories

1 mission to capture Zola

1 mission in winter to save 1000 men (if the Smithsonian footage is true)

1 mission on D-Day (if the Smithsonian footage is true)

the Valkyrie mission would be the 10th mission.

T I M E L I N E :

1943

JUNE: Mon 14th, Bucky gets his orders, Steve gets a 4F, visits the Stark Expo, meets Erskine, enlists and gets a 1A. Tues 15th, Bucky ships out, Steve arrives at Camp Lehigh. Mon 21st, Steve is chosen for serum. He and Erskine discuss it in the evening. Tues 22nd, Steve receives serum, Erskine is killed, Steve stops the Hydra saboteur, and is photographed by a NYE journalist. Wed 23rd morning, Phillips speaks to the President and the SSR is immediately re-tasked, Steve appears on the front page of The New York Examiner, the Hydra sub is moved to dry dock. afternoon, Steve has his blood drawn, Stark examines the Hydra sub, Phillips relays the President’s orders, Brandt recruits Steve into the USO when he objects to Phillips's orders. night, Phillips, Stark, and Peggy, fly out to London.

JULY-OCT: Steve in the USO, travelling across America.

OCT/NOV: Bucky and the Howlies are captured by Hydra at Azzano.

NOVEMBER: 3rd, afternoon, Steve does USO show in Italy, 5 miles behind enemy lines. evening, Steve rescues 107.

10th, Steve returns to base with 400 soldiers of the 107, having safely travelled 35 miles including 30 miles of mountainous heavily fortified enemy terrain, with wounded in tow.

? 11th-14th, Steve's rescue is reported in Stars and Stripes, Senator Brandt decides to give him a medal for valour, news gets back to UK and appears in The Daily Mail. Brandt expects Steve to come back to the US to receive his medal in person. Steve declines.

? 14th, London, HQ, Steve relays Hydra intell to Phillips and Peggy, night, Steve recruits Bucky & the Howlies, takes Bucky's input on the suit.

? 15th, London, HQ, 8am, Steve gets sexually assaulted, Steve gets physically assaulted (Peggy shoots at him), Steve picks the shield, Steve relays Cap uniform ideas to Stark. .

1944

Howlies deployed in Europe for 15 months and 15 days, taking out 6 Hydra weapons factories shown in Italy, Greece, France, Czechslovakia. and Poland.

(The original CATFA script also mentions factories in Belgium and Russia, but these aren’t referenced in the canon movie.

Avengers 1 deleted scene shows Steve taking part in the planning of D-Day, which would’ve put him and the Howlies in France, from 6 June 1944 - August. Probably means they would’ve had to be back in England in the run up to D-Day, to take part in rehearsals.

If the Smithsonian mention of a winter blockade-breaking mission also happened, that might be part of the Battle of the Bulge, so that would be Dec-Jan ‘44-45. In total it would be 9 missions, and the Valkyrie mission makes 10.)

1945

FEBRUARY: (possible) Sun 25th, Bucky ‘KIA.’ (possible) Mon 26th, Howlies & Zola travelling back to London.

(possible) Tues 27th, London am, Steve writes/delivers a report about Bucky. Phillips (reads Steve’s report? knows about Bucky) sends a misleading telegram about Zola, back-dated February 3rd, to Washington via SHAEF. pm, Phillips interrogates Zola and finds out 1st March is Valkyrie Day. Steve goes drinking to grieve Bucky.

Wed 28th, London, HQ, Valkyrie Mission briefing.

MARCH: Thurs 1st, Atlantic. Steve and Red Skull 'KIA.' Last contact with Peggy. Fri 2nd, Moria and Dum-dum capture Werner Reinhardt. Mon 5th, Steve reported "disappeared" in newspaper. Fri 23rd, KGB opens file on Bucky.

APRIL: Surviving Howlies are mopping up remaining Hydra personnel in Europe? MAY. Tues 8th, V-E Day. London. The Howlies reunite at the Whip & Fiddle, for the first time since they were founded there, to drink a toast in remembrance of Steve.

AUGUST: Tues 14th, Stark, Phillips and Carter have founded SHIELD and recruited Zola and more, which is reported on front page news.

the number of individual occasions he spoke to her would be: 13

pre serum (22nd June, 1943)

post serum (23rd June, 1943)

pre rescue (day; 3rd November, 1943)

during rescue (night; 3rd November, 1943)

post rescue (10th November, 1943)

at HQ (day; 14th? November 1943)

in the pub (night; 14th? November 1943)

at HQ (morning; 15th? November 1943)

in the pub (night; 27th? February, 1945)

pre Valkyrie (1st March, 1945)

during Valkyrie (1st March, 1945).

TL;DR: They knew of each other for 626 days total, (from 15th June 1943 - 1st March 1945), aka: 20 months 14 days; 19 months & 15 days of which they weren’t in the same place, and only spoke on 13 occasions over 8 separate days.

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really wish i could be like those men on the band of brothers sub reddit who can look at nix and dick and just literally go, 'those guys were hetero-life-mates.' instead of literally turning over every line dick has ever said about nixon, anything easy has ever said about dick and nixon. like i'm being paid to close read all the different ways that incident of nix getting hit and nearly killed south of vechel is recounted by dick in his memoirs.

or how in one memoir he recounts running down the stairs of the church belfry and laughing hysterically with nixon by the time they hit the landing. but never mentions that glee in the two other books.

this line, “he would not take this kind of behavior from any other man and was not sure why he tolerated it from nixon.”

dick saying, “on reflection, nixon always seemed to be around.” a thought checked and signed off by col. sink who says about nix, “hell, every time i need him he’s always here with you anyway. he may as well stay.” he may as well stay, dick. you may as well keep him.

how literally the prefix of "my friend" is only ever attached to lewis nixon, deetta. my friend lewis nixon. my friend deetta. normal thoughts. normal ruminations.

#you know how people say 'every love song reminds me of them' but theyre talking about a crush?#me but instead of a crush its winnix. instead of a love song its literally everything god put on this earth #monday and ive already gone over the deep end #likely place for me to be #winnix #dick winters #lewis nixon

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Need to know if I'm not the only one who thinks Vergil is into femdom? Like, he just seems like he'd be into that-

I would write some small scenario type thing but I am not good at writing femdom XD All I know is that Vergil definitely wants a woman to come show him how it's done ;⁠)

-🐉

OH,,??? I ACTUALLY HSD A FEW THIUGHTS ON THIS NOT TOO LONG AGO… KISSES UR FOREHEAD… UR COOKING ITS OKAY

cw: nsfw

no because laik i SEE whatchu mean.. zont get me wrong, his obsession with power DOESS tend to get in the way and influence more dominant traits—but on the chance that he MANAGES to CALM thee fuck deown on his lil hunt, there’s zefinitely some underlying desire to get absolutely FOLDED IN HALF by a woman

at first he’s a lil hesitant abt revealing such a thing;; he has never quite been stripped of power like that or in general really! you’ll probably have to do a lot of convincing before he actually ever lets you take the reins,, and— hey!! are you being gentle?? stop that, he doesn’t need your dumb reassuring words, he’s not made of glass yu kno >:(!!! fucker is a pretty demanding sub…

but he quickly shuts up when you shove your fingers in his mouth. that’s new—he’s stumped, doesn’t know what to do or how to react, until you tell him to suck.

it’s ridiculous, it’s unbecoming of a son from the sparda bloodline—and yet he proceeds to suck on your wedding and middle finger, coating your digits in his warm saliva. he may gag a few times, but he’ll do his best to stifle the sounds, not wanting to appear as if he couldn’t take something as simple as your fingers down his throat.

..the weakness vergil feels as of now is a different type. not the familiar type where the need to fight back in order to survive is triggered. instead, it’s something intoxicating. even if his eyes get a bit watery, even if his breaths grow staggered, there is something so safe about you, it makes his entire mind go muddy and his body pliant.

have you casted some type of magic on him? is that why he feels the need to obey your every word? he doesn’t even realize he's laying on his back as you thrust your pussy onto his face, using his tongue as a dildo and tugging at his hair to redirect him as if he were a misbehaving, leashed canine.

how humiliating. but the most common betrayal is that of the body—his cock stirring at how you treat him so carelessly, the blush-red tip already drooling. you taunt him, and while he usually has some sort of comeback at the ready, his words fall flat this time, rather using his tongue to savor the taste of your dripping cunt.

…once the time finally arrives, vergil isn’t sure if he should or shouldn’t feel proud at how he manages to take the strap-on so easily, his cock jolting at the slightest of movements. his asshole clenches around the silicone, hair in disarray much like the rest of him.

slap his ass until the mark of your hand can be seen in a faint red, dig your nails into his thighs until you pierce the skin and draw droplets of blood. it’ll coerce a few groans and grunts out of him, growls being the most prominent sound apart from panting.

watching you thrust so ruthlessly into his asshole with your breaths fanning his face, your voice murmuring faux jeers, whilst the fake cock forces itself into his depths time and time again—is just enough for vergil to grunt out your name with a wavering tone, squeezing his eyes shut as pain and pleasure blur together. he lets out the tiniest gasp when your hands force his head back, prompting him to arch his back like the common street whore.

vergil’s cock spurts out thick ropes of cum, each falling onto his rapidly rising and falling stomach and chest. he’s somewhat dizzy, in disbelief that he could actually let someone take control of him like that.

there is, however, no repulsion.

he feels you move again, your lips suggesting—No, promising— the gift of a collar around his neck with your name on it. your other hand goes to his throat to provide a demonstration of the future collar’s strength, slowly and carefully cutting off a safe amount of his oxygen with your grip.

…vergil opens his eyes, and his cock hardens and twitches with need once more.

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UWA HELL I GOT CARRIED AWAYUHHMM.. can u tell i am super passionate abt vergil….;;

#vergil x you #vergil sparda x reader #vergil dmc #dmc vergil #vergil devil may cry #vergil sparda #vergil x reader #devil may cry #🐉non #dolly thinks

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Ultimately Fucked

Paring: Colby Brock x Sam Golbach

Summary:

Colby woke up rock hard, his hips rocking desperately, seeking friction from the mattress underneath him.

“Cole, if you need to take care of your…erection you can you know that right?”

Warnings:

Smut!, Mature themes, mature language, Masturbation, Light Dom/sub dynamics, needy!colby, sharing clothes, Colby has a nipple piercing, come swallowing, no plot, Use Of Colby's Real Name (Cole) By Sam a few times, Mizpah Hotel

Notes:

the girls rode to & from the hotel in a different car to Sam and Colby

Word Count: 0.9k

Date Written: 28/02/24

Colby woke up rock hard, his hips rocking desperately, seeking friction from the mattress underneath him. It took a minute for Colby to get his bearings, where he is Colby immediately stilled his hips.

Well it seems that Evelyn/Miss Rose Does like him. Colby doesn’t know now how he feels about that. Colby decided it’s not a good idea to get off while she might be watching. Colby’s dick throbbed at the loss of contact but he pushed up out of the bed & ignored the race of his pulse, the heat pooling low in his gut & making his way to shower.

Even after Colby got out of the cold shower he’s still rock hard as he was about to give in the urges Sam knocked on his door

“Cole you awake?” Sam's voice came slightly muffled through the door, “yeah, come in,” Colby called out, and Sam walked in. “We'll check out in 10 then we’ll get breakfast before heading home.” Colby slipped into his jeans regretting bringing them with how sensitive his body felt.

“ Can I borrow your shirt, the ribcage one?” Colby knew if he wore his own he’d be in pain from his nipples rubbing against the rough fabric all day. “Sure” Sam left the room.

Colby hoped that when they left the hotel his arousal would disappear the thought of being hard in his jeans the whole drive home made Colby groan he wouldn’t be able to handle that

“Here” Sam tossed Colby the shirt. Colby bit back the whine that threatened to leave his mouth & embarrass him as the shirt rubbed over his sensitive nipples as he put the shirt on

“You ok man?” Colby looked up at Sam from where he sat on the bed.

“I think miss rose took a liking to me” Colby grimaced “she…” sam’s eyes widened “no we didn’t but i woke up horny as fuck & my everything is sensitive as shit, i can’t move without getting horny” Colby confessed, sam’s cheeks turned pink “i think she has a thing for you because i don’t feel different than normal” sam shrugged.

“I don’t know how i’m going to survive 4 hours in the car’ colby ran a hand over his face “hey, it’ll be ok it’s probably the Lady In Red screwing with you” sam assured “ that’s what i’m hoping it is” colby agreed” if you need to i’ll drive and you can rest in the back & you can rest in the back” suggested, resting a hand on colby’s shoulder, a shiver ran through him (cole)

“Hey guys we checked out” Amanda called as she walked into the room “cool, i guess than it’s food time” Sam smiled brightly.

Time Skip: In The Car Like Sam suggested, Colby is laying down in the back seat, cock rock hard from the car’s movement Colby laid on his back trying to hold in the noises that wanted to escape.

“Cole, if you need to take care of your…erection you can you know take that right?” Sam commented, sick of watching Colby suffer, not being able to help him.

“Are you sure?” Colby's voice is deep & gravelly from arousal. Colby sat up so that he could see get a better look at sam’s face although he couldn’t see it through the rearview mirror “yes i am sure, whatever you need to feel better man” sam kept his focus on the empty highway in front of them to give colby some privacy to jerk off

Colby unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his boxers down & started stroking his cock a few times, moaning at the feeling, colby’s cock already dripping with pre-cum from being so hard for so long “fuck that feels good” colby ran his thumb over the slit causing his hips to jump forward, cock throbbing into his hand.

Colby’s left hand trailed up his torso to play with his nipples , he tugged at the barbell there “god fucking damn it, forgot how good it feels to stroke my cock” Colby muttered, whining as he rolled his nipple between his fingers. Colby’s fingers rubbed at his frenulum (the vein under his cock).

Colby could feel himself get close. He wished he could edge himself but he can’t with Sam in the car.

“Does it feel good when you play with your nipples?” sam asked in a shy voice, colby jumped slightly having forgotten that sam is listening

“Yeah, the. Oh fuuuuuck just like that, fuck. The percings make my nipples super sensitive especially…oh yes…fuck when i first got them” colby sped up the pace on his cock only being able to think about close he is to cumming & how good it’ll feel once he does

“So you like them played with & sucked on” sam teased lightly “yes, oh yes love hem being sucked on, pinched, pulled on or bitten, anything just need them touched” colby moaned, his silver ring rubbing against the underside of his cock in just the right way, then he’s coming all over his hand as he rode out his orgasm.

Colby’s eyes are closed, his jaw slack with pleasure. Sam’s jeans suddenly feel a lot tighter than they were before a quiet moan leaving his lips at the sight.

Colby’s eyes slowly opened & he looked straight at Sam through the rearview mirror, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. Colby didn’t break eye contact as he licked his hand clean; a whimper left Sam's mouth as Colby's soft, pink lips wrapped around each individual finger, his tongue swirling around it, making sure his cum was all cleaned up. When he’s done he winks at Sam then lays back down and fell asleep.

It was a long time before Sam's cock settled down.

#solby #solby smut #Sam Golbach x Colby Brcok smut #sam and colby #colby brock #smut #fanfiction #work of crimsoncorpse

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Plot:Colson says he can't make it to your birthday party due to him being on the road

Parings:Y/n x Colson

Warnings/tags:drinking,partying,smoking,smut,dom!colson,sub!y/n,oral (female receiving),etc

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Colson had just called you,telling you he wasn't going to be able to come to your birthday party.You were disappointed to say the least,but you knew he was busy. You sat on your bedroom floor,brushing through your hair. You were already ready,you just needed to touch up your hair and then wait for your friends to get there. Your phone buzzed and you picked it up to find a text from Colson.

"Have a good time,i'll call you when the party's over.I love you." It read,you replied with "I love you too."

You slid your phone back in your pocket then walked outside where your friends were getting out of their cars. "Hi,Y/n!" A couple of them shouted. You smiled at them. "Hi!" You responded,letting all of them into your house. Ten of your friends were there,not including their plus ones. You were planning on going out to the bar for your birthday but Colson not being able to come made you want to switch your plans and just hang out at your house with your friends.

After you all sat down you turned on your music and poured everyone a drink. You did a toast,then talked to your friends over the loud music.

A couple of hours went by of drinking and dancing and you and your friends walked out to your back patio. You lit a blunt,passing it around to your friends. "To 31." You said,taking a hit. Your friends all cheered and clapped as you inhaled the thick smoke. You coughed slightly,passing it around the circle. "What's up,yn? You seem off." Your friend Mel said. "Nothing i'm okay. I just wish Colson was here." You said.

"Don't worry about men!" You have us." She said. "I know,thank you guys for being here." You smiled,waiting for them to pass back the blunt.

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Your friends eventually all left,it was now pitch black out. You were rubbing makeup remover on your face as you heard your front door slowly unlock. You turned away from the mirror then walked out to the living room where you saw Colson standing in the door frame. His hair was messy,his curls almost covering his eyes. "Colson? I thought you couldn't make it." You said. He brushed his fingers gently against your cheek,kissing your lips. "I made it here." He said.His hands went to either sides of your waist,his fingers slowly wandering around your body.

"How was your party?" He asked,playing with a piece of your hair. "It was good,missed you though." You responded,his lips inches away from yours. "I missed you more." He said in an almost whisper,his breath coated in a cigarette smell. There was something different about him today,different about his touch. He was touching you and talking to you like he craved you. "You look good." He said into your neck.

Every word he said sent shivers down your spine. "Colson.." You mumbled. "Mhm?" He asked,his hands slowly trailing up your dress. "Why are you teasing me?" You asked,one of his hands wrapping around your thigh. "It's fun,is it not?" He responded,his lips slowly starting to suck on your neck. "Col,you know i'm sensitive." You said,your body shivering with pleasure.

"I know.I need to taste you,though. Have to give my girl her first birthday gift now don't I?" He spoke. You nodded,giving him complete access to your whole body. "You might hate the teasing,but you'll thank me for the pleasure." He said. His voice was raspy,and you loved it. His fingers went to your lips,parting them. He gently put one of his fingers in your mouth,the cold metal of his ring hitting your tongue. "Mm." You groaned around his finger. "Good girl." He said,pulling it out of your mouth. "Should we go upstairs? Should I finally give you what you want?" He asked. "Yes,please." You immediately said back.

He spread your legs,putting them on either side of his body as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom. He laid you down on the bed,hovering over you. His blue eyes stared into yours,making you excited for what he was about to do to you. "I bet you missed my touch when I was gone,huh?" He said. You nodded. "Tell me about it." He said,spreading your legs and lifting up your dress as he pulled your underwear down.

His fingers immediately went to your clit,your wetness covering his fingers. You let out a shaky breath,desperate for friction. "Col,please." You whined. He pulled his fingers away and you soon felt his tongue flicking over your clit. "Fuck." You moaned,your hand going to his curls. He sucked on your clit,his warm tongue starting to feel familiar again. Your eyes forced themselves closed,your legs becoming weak as he sucked and sucked.

You knew you wouldn't be able to last another second with the way he was licking you and sucking on you like he hasn't tasted you in years. "Col." You moaned,your head falling back harshly against the pillows. "I can't hold it,i'm gonna cum." You whined as you finished on his tounge. He swallowed every single drop then slowly pulled himself away. "You taste so fucking good." He said,his lips going to your neck. "I love you." You said,out of breath. "I love you." He repeated back,his fingers tracing over the hickeys he just left on you.

He ran his hand through his slightly sweaty hair then he helped you sit up and sat next to you. He pulled your dress down for you then pulled out a small box from his jeans pocket. "I bought you a little something for your birthday." He spoke,his voice slightly deeper with each word. He opened the box and revealed a sliver chain with a small "c" charm. "Oh my god. It's beautiful." You said,still catching your breath.

He held your hair up,carefully putting the necklace around your neck. "It looks so good on you." He said with a smile. He pulled his hoodie sleeve up,showing a silver bracket around his wrist. It had your initial on it. "Now everyone knows i'm yours and you're mine." He said,pressing his forehead against yours as he kissed you. "Happy birthday baby." He spoke.

#mgk #colson baker #machine gun kelly #fanfic #smut #oneshot #fic writing #degrading k1nk

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what’s runic magic in CoL? :0

Runic Magic is sorta a weird mix of elemental, physical & spiritual magic. Able to either manefest/create objects OR enchant a item.

It existed way before Animus did (in my wof universe) & it has a few sub sets. One of them being the psyche based one, which may or may not evolved into the Animus we know today- (but at this point it literally became it own thing that we really can't call it Runic anymore can we?)

As forit consequences of using it. Here's the thing, there's only consequences IF YOU USE IT FOR EVIL! Which is why a lot of tribes (especially the Gaiawings) have strict rules about it.

Now it isn't truly powerful, but if used correctly, it can be. But it can be powerful in 2 ways, helpfully or... dangerously...

Also objects enchanted by/created by Runic-born dragons are referred to as "Runes" & there's a few types of them. Here's the ones currently: Elemental, Spiritual, psychological, & physical.

Psychological Runes are considered as "threats" & are SCRICTLY to be handled by trusted individuals. Anyone who DARES uses ANY Psychological Rune for evil will be considered a terrorist & thrown down into the pits of the dammed.

Thats... kinda it ig? Idk this concept has been with me for awhile since my screb days & recently I just stated to make lore for it.

#neptuniadoesstuff #bub's writes stuff #QnA #WoF AU #claws of light #Runic Magic (CoL)

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bangtanitalianchannel · 3 months

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#bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #twitter #tweet #240613 #ita #bts official #jin #kim seokjin #seokjin

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Recovered Correspondence from the Basgiath IT Help Desk

Lt. Pyrige,

Congratulations on your new posting to the Basgiath Help Desk. I'm looking forward to having someone with rider experience working on our systems, and I'm certain your Reboot signet will be a major asset.

Your commanding officer will be Col. Markham and the Help Desk offices are located in the Archives- please ensure you do not work any unscheduled overtime as we would not be responsible for your death. The server room is located in the sub-basement next to the forges so IT emergencies can be handled 24/7 as needed.

As a fully-trained rider, you may also be called out for support as needed. We'll be providing you with two Scribe cadets to train as help desk interns to cover in such an emergency. The morning account deactivation list will be provided to you shortly after the death rolls are read in formation.

Welcome aboard, Gen. Lilith Sorrengail PS. Please immediately deactivate [email protected] and recreate as [email protected]

#empyrean shitposting #plotbunny hutch #basgaiath it dept

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chiptaylorsfirst · 2 years

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Kinkmas: Day 5

Day 5 - Training

Word Count: 1,527

Pairing: soft!dom!Colin Zabel x sub!fem!Reader

Warning: Slight praise kink, sex toys, smut, anal play, edging, mutual masturbation

Summary: You finally convince your boyfriend to give you what you’ve been wanting for a while and he delivers.

Colin was always a busy man, working all day to keep the world a more protected place for others and being the natural hero he was. So when he told you that he’d be off work for a week, you took it as a miracle and an opportunity to do everything you missed doing in your relationship. He had been surprised, to say the least when you made him shop for sex toys with you, arguing that it was for whenever he didn’t have enough energy. When the two of you got home, you kissed him and practically forced him to walk to the bedroom.

“I didn’t think you missed me that much, Y/N. What do you have planned?” You smiled as you put the different sex toys you picked on display. “Well Colin, I noticed you were kind of tense and stressed today. Which, I understand because it is your first day back. So, I wanted you to take all of that out on me today and see what I can take.” He stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes raking over you. “I don’t want to hurt you.” You walked to him, putting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re not going to, Col. You remember what we went over that one day you were home about what my safeword will be and things like that?” He nodded. “I’m gonna use them if I can’t take anymore. This is to make sure you aren’t stressed, okay? I want to help you and have some fun out of it while I’m helping you.” He smiled and nodded. “Okay, okay. Only because you said so.” You loved how he was doing this to make you proud but also to get some help. He understood you and he said he wanted to spice things up instead of the vanilla sex life he was used to.

He was slightly afraid that he wouldn’t do well but when he looked into your eyes, he could see that it didn’t matter to you. “So, you can boss me around now. Don’t just stare at me.” He sighed before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “I want you to strip naked for me and lay on the bed.” You nodded and started to remove your clothes. You saw him walk over to the drawer and look at the toys that were presented. He started to sort them out, moving some to the left and keeping the others in their original area. When he was finished and you were laying on the bed naked, he pointed to the toys that he kept in their original place. “These are the ones that I plan on using on you just for today.”

You looked at where he pointed, your eyes widening at the items. “You are comfortable with that, right?” You nodded. “Yes, I am. It’s just a lot of stuff, Col. Damn, how long have you been thinking about this?” He smiled shyly and looked at the ground. “A few weeks maybe?” “You could’ve told me, babe.” He shook his head. “Pretty hard to do when you’re working on cases and paperwork all the time.” You laughed lightly. You saw him remove his coat and unbutton the buttons of the shirt he’d been wearing before letting it drop to the floor. He grabbed a dildo and tossed it on the bed. He then grabbed some lube from the dresser and looked at you.

“You don’t mind anal play, do you?” “No.” He walked towards you and flipped your body over. He put some lube around your hole before he slipped in a finger, making sure you were stretched out enough. He then took the butt plug he had and put some lube on it too. He then slipped it inside of you, listening to your breath hitch. “How does it feel?” You couldn’t find words to describe it. “It feels okay, kind of weird but not a bad weird, a good weird.” He flipped you back over.

“I want you to use that dildo and masturbate while I watch and I want you to look into my eyes while you do it.” You were speechless at his words. You weren’t used to him saying such explicit and descriptive things. You did as he asked, watching as he stood further away from you and looked him in his eyes. You grabbed the dildo and sucked on it. Once it was covered with your saliva, you placed it under you and slipped it inside. You were on your knees with your legs spread far apart as you started to bounce on the silicone toy, wishing it were Colin.

His eyes were focused on you, the fabric of his pants now straining against his very apparent hard-on.

You felt the pleasure build up as you continued, your walls repeatedly clenching. Colin read your body like a book, his eyes looking over the lewd sight and watching as you were just about to tumble right over the edge. “Now, remove the toy from yourself.” You stopped immediately, your eyes on his and your face looking like the one of a scolded puppy. “Col,” you started. “Don’t make me spank you.” You reluctantly did as he asked, catching on to what you were training your body for. “I know that holding off your own orgasm is difficult but you will get a reward at the end of all of this. You just have to be patient.”

He took the dildo and placed it somewhere for cleaning, bringing a vibrator bullet to you along with the remote. “Use this on yourself the same way like you did with the dildo and keep it powered at the minimum pace it can go. If I see you orgasm, you’ll have to ride my thigh and you won’t get to have sex with me at all tonight.” You wondered how Colin was already doing so well at being dominant considering that he’d never done this before. You took the bullet and the remote, enjoying the low vibrations on your clit.

It felt as if it wasn’t enough, making you wish to use your fingers also but you knew Colin let you. You did your best at being patient, looking at your boyfriend as he finally unzipped his pants. Your mouth watered as you watched him strip naked. The tip of his cock was an angry red, leaking pre cum. You wished to suck him off badly and you watched as he started to touch himself at the sight of you. You were drawn closer to your climax from the action. “Col,” you moaned out, almost like a plea. “Yes, princess?” You started to squirm on the bed, almost tipping over the edge but stopping the bullet completely. “Please let me help you,” you said. “No, this is about you, not me. You can focus on me another time.”

He did the same with the remote and bullet as he did with the dildo. You saw him grab another toy and you could tell that it was anal beads. “Lay on your stomach and touch yourself for me. I want your fingers to go as far as they can, okay? Don’t hold back but don’t cum.” You started to bring your fingers inside of you as deep as they could go before curling them. Soft moans escaped from you and you felt the butt plug being slipped out of you and replaced with something else. You moaned when you felt different sizes of the beads inside of you. “You’re doing so well, princess.” You felt yourself clench from the praise.

Your legs trembled and you were close. “Col-Colin, mm.” You did your best to hold it off and after a few minutes, you were told that you could stop. You felt the beads slip out of you then you were turned onto your back. Colin was standing in front of you, a smile on his face as he looked at you. He got in the bed, positioning himself between your legs before slipping inside of you. He started slowly, aware of how sensitive you were from edging yourself. He kissed you with such tender love and passion that you felt you might pass away then and there.

With a few more strokes, you finally met your high at his command. He brought you down from it, pulling out of you shortly after and placing a kiss on your cheek. “You did so good, baby.” You saw him get up. “Colin,” you called. “Yes,” he turned around to look at you. “You didn’t--” “I know, I know. I told you this was about your pleasure. I’m about to clean these and I promise I’ll be right back.” He kept his promise, getting in bed with you as soon as he was finished. You laid on his chest, cuddling with him. Your hand slid down to feel his semi-hard cock and you smiled at him. “I said--” “Hush, Col. I know what you said but you deserve some pleasure too. Don’t argue with me.” The day went on just like that, you both pleasing one another.

#colin zabel #colin zabel x reader #colin zabel x you #colin zabel x y/n #colin zabel smut #mare of easttown #mare of easttown fanfic #mare of easttown smut #kinkmas

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pokemonunderdogtournament · 10 months

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From running these, does it seem like older Pokemon tend to be more popular versus newer ones, or is it any pokemons game? I feel like I tend to see older 'mons winning in matchups against newer ones the majority of the time, but that might be some sort of confirmation bias on my end.

Whew ok! Sorry this took me so long to reply to. This kinda caught me right at the start of the busy period, and I didn't want to give it a half-assed answer, especially because I wasn't really super sure if I was seeing any notable trends. (Most of the time I dedicate to maintaining this event is spent setting things up instead of reviewing data!)

Here are some rough and probably not precisely accurate numbers:

For my health I don't have the time to write out proper descriptions, so hopefully my discussion will be helpful enough, especially because it can be fairly easy to draw some inaccurate conclusions from this specifically because it uses a lot of hard numbers vs ratios.

You can find that down here ⬇ (readmored for scrollability)

First table:

Gen 2 and Gen 7 (!) are performing the strongest overall. Gen 9 and Gen 5 (!!) are performing the most poorly. I figure Gen 9 isn't faring too well for a multitude of reasons -- most notably, I think, people haven't really had time to grow attached to these guys yet. To speculate on Gen 5, I have a few theories. Gen 5 introduced a lot of new Pokemon, interest gets spread out (though I am surprised that age-group nostalgia isn't helping it more along here...). If I recall correctly, a lot of the designs were also quite heavily critiqued, though I've never paid much attention to that sort of commentary.

I'm honestly surprised that Gen 1 is that close to even, but then I don't think it helps that a lot of the less popular designs keep popping up to be repeatedly swept... The data set isn't large enough to avoid being easily influenced by various sub-tournaments haha.

Second table:

This one looks at each generation and how it compares to matches where it was paired with older generations. Earlier generation results are less helpful because, for instance, Gen 2 only has to contend with Gen 1, but Gen 8 has to contend with Gens 1-7... I wasn't sure how to break this up more properly, and I've already spent so much time on this 😅 I could probably figure it out with time but I don't want to keep this ask on hold for like 3 more months. I think it's interesting to see how notably well Gen 7 performs here, like it has a notable number of wins though it's dealing with 6 entire generations.

Anyway, more red in the ratios (basically, more instances where Pokemon of a given generation lost to older gens more than they won) supports the hypothesis.

Third table:

Basically the opposite of the above. More green means more generations that fared better against the generations after it. Gen 5 is the only one who doesn't have this, but it's even. It's won as many Gen 6-9 polls as it's lost

Gen 8 being the strongest here is a little funny, but it just means that Gen 8 has been performing super well when specifically placed in contrast to Gen 9. The fact that there are so few polls in this category probably is why the ratio can get so high at all though.

Generation Gap Average:

This one's a bit hard for me to explain but it basically is concerned with how much the earliest generations perform against the latest generations, but close-generation matches take a lot of weight out of the end result. Basically though a smaller number means that the Generations aren't AS stratified. There's enough love for newer Gens vs older ones. This number hovered much closer to 1 for most of the data gathering.

Idk if this is helpful, but here's the formula:

=AVERAGE(ARRAYFORMULA(IF(B2:B-A2:A<>0, B2:B-A2:A,)))

The A col lists the winners and the losers are in B, so it's literally just averaging the difference between the winner and the loser. The best conclusion we can draw from this is that there is a preference toward older generations. If there was a preference toward newer ones, the number would be negative.

Old/New:

Literally just the number of older generation wins divided by newer generation wins, which you can see right next to that, so yeah older Gens, relative to the other Gen in the poll, have quite a bit of a lead.

Other notes:

In more recent polls, voting is actually skewing more toward later generations, but at the start, which notably voted on starters, voting was HEAVILY skewed toward older generations vs newer ones. It was unfortunately because I noticed this that I ended up having to collect data from all the (relevant) polls because those trends pretty strongly impacted the results...

Anyway! I don't feel confident to make any conclusions outright, but now at least we have an idea of what the numbers look like right now! Lots can be gleaned from this.

#inquiries #apologies if i wrote something that doesn't make like . syntactical sense. i can't process words very well right now #so i can't reliably proof my own writing. rip.#on account of. having a truly shamefully small amount of sleep over the past hm. i guess week at this point

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 4 months

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Fixations

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Eight)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, past abuse, past SA, past miscarriage, baby fic, d/s dynamics, sex as distraction, needy boys, cuffs, dominant Kells, sub Dom, control issues, triggering by accident, teasing, mentions of past stalking (playful), mentions of murder, gagging, improper use of underwear, past theft, sense play (ish?), grinding, praise, rough sex, strength display, breaking things (fun way this time), power play, deep talks (past loss, future ideas), post coital truth, hurt/comfort, alpha posturing (in a sexy way), desperation, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit AF

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

Dom tried not to whimper so early, he could feel the switch in his mate's mood and it promised he was in for it. His lover always did this, went hard on him when he couldn't get control of his own emotions and while the Alpha wanted to help he was almost scared to let himself drop when he knew those bastards were in their home city. He felt like he needed to be ready for anything but his partner obviously didn't think so. Col’s gaze was bright gold already as he pulled off his belt and snapped it between his hands. The sound didn't exactly get the reaction he probably thought when the killer twitched and cringed. His dad always used a belt.

“Shit. Sorry.” The omega bit his lip and tossed the accessory away. He rubbed a hand through his hair and sighed deep. “This isn't going like I need it to.” He wasn't blaming his fiancé, he was pissed at the universe. How dare they come so close to his family? How dare that fucker speak to him? He couldn't handle it. He needed his mind to be quiet.

Dom watched his lover and knew he was fighting his own demons. He normally made sure to fight his reactions because he never wanted Kells to think he triggered him but that one he couldn't help. He didn't mean to let it show. He pushed himself up off the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He kicked his shoes off and worked open his slacks, pushing them down before he went to his omega's special drawer. He knew mentally he couldn't handle much but if Colson needed control he could allow it. He found what he needed and laid back down, snapping a cuff around his own wrist. He quietly threaded the chain through the hidden hook on their bed as he got comfortable, took a deep breath, and locked himself in. The anxiety was immediate since they hadn't tried this before but he was desperate to help the other's state of mind.

Col watched every movement until Dom was spreading his legs wide, the fucker hadn't even worn underwear that day so he was a naked gift for his eyes. The Alpha didn't ask for permission but he knew what the boy was doing. The perfect psycho was trying to help. “You know I lost the key to that set years ago.” He teased but Dom only swallowed hard once before he rolled his eyes. He knew his fiancé, Kells would never lose something like that. It would feel like chaos to keep something he couldn't work properly and besides, the Alpha could break it if he needed to. “What if that's not what I wanted?” He tried to keep a threatening tone but his cock was proving his lies. He was throbbing in his boxer briefs as he stared down at the killer. He just still couldn't decide who should fuck whom.

“Ya sure look ‘appy wiv it. But if you ain't…” He trailed off, tugging just hard enough to make the chain strain. When he proved his strength so blatantly it fucked Colson up, he could feel his thighs dripping wet already.

“Show off.” He huffed back, peeling his underwear down his legs which he kept in his palm while he crawled in bed. He waited for Dom to try to speak again and he stuffed the wet fabric between his lips. He couldn't leave it long, he liked kissing him too much but the sight of Dom’s eyes flashing crimson and his dick jerking against his belly was worth it. Col needed the ego boost. “Bring back any memories stalker?”

Dom just growled playfully around the flavor of his lover's cunt and tried to grin. The first day they'd met he'd stolen a pair of Col’s boxer briefs which he sucked clean and never returned. Even with them living together they were still in one of the killer's drawers, they were special to him now. He'd never quite heard the end of it since even Colson's unmentionables were expensive as fuck, but he didn't care. Those proved what they did to each other and all they were together. They were the beginning of everything along with the knife he'd cut the man with. Kells always thought his stalker box was silly but he'd added to it as well, now it held the blade they'd used to cut Punk’s cord as well.

“How needy are you today?” The omega purred, his fingertips trailing down the other's happy trail.

Dom couldn't speak but he tried to be honest with his shrug, he wasn't the one feeling broken and he would be alright no matter what his fiancé needed. Col could fuck him or ride him and he'd be satisfied, he just wanted to help his partner however he could.

Colson sat back to stare at his lover, the way his arms stretched straight and almost seemed painfully pulled made the man bite his lip. He didn't know why it was so hot the killer was bendy but it always turned him on. He could feel the boy's nerves but that just added spice to his need, they hadn't attempted this yet so it meant a lot to him that Dom wanted to try. He knew it was fucked that he took away every form of communication the Alpha had and now the other had to trust he wouldn't push too far. He could do anything he wanted and he couldn't be stopped. It was exhilarating, but he wouldn't break that trust.

“Close your eyes?” Colson asked softly and Dom obeyed without a second thought. The faith the psycho had in him was almost terrifying and he had to take a moment and swallow his own building nerves. He sighed deep when he realized he was already trembling, he had been since the moment in the lobby.

Dominic listened to everything around him, his other senses taking up for the lack of sight. He was a predator by nature and couldn't help it but he tried to relax every limb. He felt the bed move as his mate did, the heat from his partner warmed his skin as Col hovered over him. The sound and scent of the omega's cunt got stronger until he swore he could feel the air wet over his thighs. The older man made sure not to touch him anywhere until he suddenly did and all Dom's awareness zeroed down to the first drop of slick on his cock. It was torture not to open his eyes but he felt himself jerk, his dick's instincts to get closer was just like the rest of him. He wanted to pull his wrists free and grab for his mate.

The first touch of drenched folds against the hard line of his shaft made him groan and he let all his attention fall to the feel of his lover grinding against him. His fangs bit down on the fabric between his teeth and his toes curled to keep himself from bucking up. Kells chuckled and the light dimmed behind his eyelids as the man drew closer, hovering above the Alpha just out of reach. “Look at you. Such a little bitch for me. You'd beg if you could talk couldn't you?”

The Alpha nodded and it felt like his dick tried to as well. He could feel himself hard and leaking against his belly and he couldn't wait for the tight hot press of his lover's inner walls. He wanted to open his eyes, he wanted to touch, he wanted to taste, to explore, and fuck. He must have muttered something that sounded like his last thought because Col laughed and licked a stripe over his cheek before attacking his ear with his tongue and teeth and Dom thought he might come out of his skin if he didn't get relief soon. He wasn't dropping really, he didn't feel safe doing so, but he was letting his partner lead.

Colson was fighting himself not to moan at his bitch’s reaction. The boy looked so pretty under him, his skin shining with sweat and already turning pink from the strain of controlling himself. His hips rolled as he teased himself to his lover's tip and back to the base over and over but before long it was getting to be too much for him as well. That was the only place they were touching besides his lips and teeth against the boy's earlobe and he needed more. He couldn't get off the way he was playing but he knew his mate was getting closer with every pass. He was pushing himself too close to breaking. He leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around the headboard as he rode his killer's cock to the head again. He paused there, taking a deep breath as he felt Dom move- the first time the Alpha couldn't stop himself.

Dominic groaned as he canted his ass back and felt his cockhead catch against his lover's hole. He wasn't supposed to help but he was too desperate to feel the other from the inside. Technically they still weren't allowed and they'd only broken that one night but they were ignoring the rules once again. He couldn't seem to make himself care as Col accepted him and started sinking down and they both whimpered in tandem at the feel. His body arched and he tugged on his restraints but he wouldn't fight too much. Not yet. He could feel himself drooling into the already wet fabric but he wouldn't even open his eyes. He was trying so hard to be good. Be what Kells needed.

“Bad boy.” The omega teased but he took him to the base and clenched. He wanted to start moving automatically but he gave himself a moment to adjust. They were already in trouble, he wouldn't break himself along with the rules. He was just desperate to feel loved, to remind himself that being an omega was safe for him now. He needed to feel the reason he was happy to be what he was and chase darker memories out of his mind. He dropped his hands to tangle in Dom's where they laid cuffed and fisted. The Alpha squeezed him back and fought not to circle his hips. He wasn't supposed to move but it felt impossible. Everything felt impossible. How was he supposed to keep from looking or kissing or touching? He was a tactile handsy bitch but he'd done this to himself.

With a deep breath and a playful clench the omega pushed himself up to find a steady pace. The stretch was overwhelming but it always was, his lover was a tamed monster all for him. He could feel the boy deep in his stomach and he knew if he looked down Dom's cock would be visible again. Fuck he'd missed that all through his pregnancy. He nipped softly at the killer's earlobe once more before letting go of their hold and pushing himself back, his touch landing on his partner's knees as he arched his back and stretched his torso out.

Dom groaned when he felt his dick slip deeper and his fingers spasmed since he couldn't reach for the other man. He couldn't tell what Kells was doing without looking but he kept himself in check. He could obey his mate if it made him happy. The hot wet press surrounding his cock had him shaking. He could feel slick dripping over his thighs and stomach. He always ended up a mess when they fucked and he loved every bit of it. He felt claimed by his omega when he was drenched in his scent.

“Fuuuuck you should see this. You're so deep. Can you feel it?” Colson panted as he watched his stomach move with every thrust. He knew he was being an ass because Dom would do as he was told but he couldn't help teasing. He laid one palm against his belly and pressed down hard and they both shuddered at the feel. The Alpha couldn't help but buck his hips, driving him somehow even deeper. “Shit baby, you're so- mmm-” His voice broke off on a soft moan that sounded slutty to his own ears. His lips curled in a smirk as he slammed himself down a little harder. He was already too close for his own good. Something about seeing his mate inside him always pushed him there, they really needed to film themselves at some point.

Dom whimpered when his lover lunged back to face him and the move was so fast it almost startled his eyes open. He kept control but wondered what the fuck was happening as his fiancé grinded down against him and his breath caught when he felt the other's breath against his face. Colson bit the other end of the underwear in his mouth and dragged it free, helping Dom wet his lips again by spitting on his tongue. Col kissed like he fucked, rough and messy and wet as hell. How could it be anything else when his partner's mouth was better than any cunt? The killer overwhelmed him with every kiss.

Kells kept his hand against his inked stomach, holding a tight pressure around Dom’s already trying to pop knot. It made the Alpha's cock press so hard against his spot he honestly thought he might pass out when he came. “How bad do you wanna touch me?” He asked, his fangs nipping at the boy's bottom lip and tugging.

Dom couldn't do much more than grunt and try not to pump his hips at all. “B-bad. Need you.” He forced his mouth to speak but it was a hard thing. He just wanted to melt into a puddle of pleasure. The omega just chuckled at him and the sound danced over his skin like silk. He felt goosebumps on his skin all over. They were drenched with sweat, slick, and precum, their bodies trying to stick together wherever they touched. He always felt so alive under his mate.

The omega waited until he felt that pressure build in his core and he pressed his lips to the other's as he purred- “Then fucking do it.”

The Alpha growled low and snapped the chain like it was nothing, almost pulling the hook out of the headboard. His arms wrapped around his lover as his knees pulled up behind Col’s ass. He didn't know if he was meant to take over everything but he was too far gone to care. He panted his partner's air as he bucked his hips up, finding a hard rhythm to match his need.

It didn't take long for them both to be a whining mess and between one thrust and the next Colson broke for his lover. That swollen spot inside him felt too much and Dom moved just the right way. A soft cry escaped him that his Alpha tried to swallow as he gushed for the other who was grinding his cock deep. It only took a nod and a nibble from Kells to make him shatter, he was still too controlled by the man to cum without permission. “I shouldn't-” He tried to say but those golden eyes glared at him. Col wasn't having any of it.

The feeling of Dom’s knot locking them together pushed Colson over the edge again- or still. He wasn't sure and he soaked their skin and mattress even more as he felt his Alpha fill him. “Good boy.” He sighed and tried to smile but he was too lost in his rapture and he wasn't sure if any of it was understood.

They held each other close as their bodies rocked together. They couldn't decide whether to let themselves come down or to keep going, keep the real world away for a little longer. With just that simple thought he knew the answer and he had to press his face against his lover's neck to hide. Dom was perfect as always, petting along his spine and keeping quiet, he always allowed the other to feel when and however he needed. He knew if he kept going the killer would follow his lead no matter what and just that had him stilling his body and holding the other man tighter.

“I miss them.” He whispered something he never had really admitted before and he wasn't sure if it even made sense.

“I know.” The Alpha sighed and kissed his fiancé’s temple. He wouldn't do anything but try to help. They always found it easier to be honest and open in their room alone. Especially after sex when they were spent and flooded with happy chemicals.

“I didn't want them. Hell, I didn't even fucking know until-” Col’s voice felt wet and he had to swallow hard. He didn't want to let himself cry.

“I know.”

“It doesn't make any fucking sense.” He huffed.

“I fink it does. You was young and ‘urt and it weren't the right time or the right person but ‘ey was still a part of you. You're allowed to miss ‘em. I would too. ‘Ell I miss kids I took care of as a boy and ‘ey weren't part of me.” Dom tried to soothe. He wasn't sure if he should but he didn't want his lover getting down on himself. He deserved to feel understood and seen.

“I guess so. I'm scared I fucked up.” He sighed and he felt the other's confusion in the tension in his muscles under his touch. “The blockers and everything. What if Punk is a fluke?”

“Punk ain't a fluke. We can ‘ave more babies whenever you ready. I know we can.”

“Never would have pegged you for an optimist.” Colson laughed, pressing a kiss to his mate's jaw where he could reach. He still couldn't make himself sit up and look at him but he wanted the other to feel loved and appreciated.

“But ya do peg me.” Dom giggled, he couldn't pass up the joke.

“Mmm, I fuck you. I don't need a fake dick for your sexy ass.” He didn't mean to let himself feel the thought so much but they both noticed when his cock twitched between their bellies.

“Fairs.” The Alpha hummed but it was breathy as hell. He'd been trying to explain a point before the man distracted him. Bollocks. “I trust us.” He shook himself free of his budding need and pulled his lover closer. “The world has fucked us over too much and it bloody well owes us. Our biology or what the fuck ever overcame all tha'. I believe it will again. If not I'll jus’ kill someone else and bring ya a baby next time.” He halfway teased. He was sure there were asshole Alphas who deserved his blade with babies. He didn't think it would ever come to that though and he got what he wanted from the statement, his partner laughed.

“What if I'm ready now? Like, next heat?” Col asked as he calmed down. He could feel how much Dom’s body liked that thought when his dick jerked another load inside him. It made his cheeks flush and he was glad the boy couldn't see his face.

The Alpha tilted his head and cupped his mate's cheek to get their gazes to meet. He wanted his omega to hear and believe him completely. “If ya ready ‘en I am. Don't doubt after ya next ‘eat you'll be full of more ‘an jus' me cum.” His voice dropped enough to make Col’s eyes flash gold and his body trembled.

“Yeah?” Kells whimpered, surprised at his own reaction but he always loved when his partner sounded proud of himself.

“Breed you up good omega. Don't doubt me.” It was the most Alpha sounding thing Dom had ever uttered and it made a heat rush through Colson's core. His toes curled and his pussy clenched. He didn't think he should like it so fucking much.

“Should we practice?” He teased but his voice was soft and needy and it made Dom smile as he rolled them over and he hovered over his mate.

“If you fink you can take it.”

“Fuck you, of course I can.” It was an empty promise, they both knew they should be careful but it wouldn't hurt to at least try. Besides, like Dom had said, they deserved better from the universe and this is what they could do for each other. It felt good to lose themselves for a night like they used to.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

Oof, I hope this was good. I quite enjoyed it 🤭 I'm not totally sure they're handling things the way they should but at the moment it seems to work for them. I just wonder after everything Col went through with Punk if he's really as ready as he thinks he is. I guess we'll find out. Hope you're still enjoying it ❤️‍🔥🖤

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