#the wardlow collection

[wardlow]

My new Wardlow came today to add to the collection!!!

[daddyhausen]

brody king and { 14 } — “who knocked you up?” , “that would be me. hi, nice to meet you” bc i am a comedian first

• knocked up — brody king •

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{ summary } — a work colleague’s tries to shoot his shot not knowing that you’re already taken and very obviously pregnant, protective brody mode ensues

{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 595

{ pairing } — fem!reader x brody king

{ genre } — fluff

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{ 14 } — “who knocked you up?” , “that would be me. hi, nice to meet you”

it had been a wonderful even thus far

your work colleague’s birthday celebration had proven to be more than an eventful evening

although the gathering was rather small for such a celebration

the 20 or so patrons that lined her living room plus congregation of older male relatives crowding around the grill in the backyard

you’d mostly found yourself hovering around from room to room

a mix between the kitchen and living room

chatting amongst fellow colleagues and friends

them mostly congratulating you on your pregnancy

caressing your evident baby bump

“woah, y/n you look stunning”

you felt a pair of eyes scanning your frame rather scandalously

almost as if their retinas were burning holes through your chest

your breasts more specifically

he was a fellow co-worker of yours

one that simply would not take no for an answer and even after your constant rejection of him

“thanks” you remarked sharply yet still holding some type of politeness

the dress you were wearing was not even remotely revealing

the fabric was light and flowy, the pastel pink beautifully complemented your skin tone

your chest covered modestly, with the neckline only mildly swooping down

yet you could still feel said coworker’s eyes glaring lustfully at you

“why don’t i get you a drink? and maybe we could talk a bit more”

he mentioned to the nearly-empty glass of brandy in his hand, shaking it lightly in front of your face as if you were a dog waiting obediently for a treat

the connotation of his words left a sick feeling in your stomach

you knew that talking was the last thing on his mind

“i can’t drink” you responded with the same dry tone as before

pointing down to your rather obvious baby bump

you could tell his throat ran dry, absent of words at the moment

his demeanor has shifted from jovial and flirtatious to a more cold and callus glare

“who knocked you up?” he spoke in a rather accusatory tone, his voice deep and dark, almost frightening

you felt a hand protectively snake around your waist

peering down until your gaze met the inky flesh of your husband’s hand

“that would be me. hi, nice to meet you” brody extended his free hand for the co worker to shake

although his efforts were met with silence

brody kept his demeanor calm and collected but you just knew his anger was boiling over

his hand that remained around your waist gingerly caressed your bump as your coworker stared in a mixture of disbelief and disgust

“are you gonna stop harassing my wife? or a we gonna have a problem here?”

brody was seething, words spoken through clenched teeth

your coworker stood there silently for a moment before responding with a meek “no”, eventually leaving

brody breathed a soft sigh of relief as he left, now turning his attention to you

“he didn’t try anything, did he?”

“no, brody. i’m fine”

you gently placed a hand upon his chest for reassurance

he hand came down to cup the swell of your belly

his thumb smoothing across the fabric covering your skin

“how’s the little one been? not giving you too much trouble i hope?”

“not as much as he was…” you remarked, mentioning your now forgotten coworker

brody gave a small hearty chuckle in response, lightly placing a kiss to your temple

“go enjoy yourself, my angel. let me know when you’re ready to leave”

“i kinda just wanna go home now, brody. baby wants to rest”

“alright love, let’s get you two home”

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[mjfsupremacy]

Let's talk about this.

CM Punk was a bigger star than everyone else when he came in. That is 100% fact. We would be crazy to deny it. He came in on legend status, 7 years of fans wondering if they would ever see him again. That's huge and he was a big get and for the first few months, whenever we saw him it felt like a big deal. He was putting in decent matches, he was doing incredible storytelling and he was adding so much value to the company.

That didn't last long. It became apparent well before the all out media scrum that he'd very much gone into business for himself and that he'd allowed his ego to run rampant. The list of names pouring out weekly that he had pissed off just kept getting larger and larger, and no, I don't think all the issues he had were his fault but a great many of them he claimed some fault in at least.

That media scrum was the perfect example of a man whose ego has been left to go unchecked for too long, someone who has clearly decided he's better than everyone else in the room and what he has to say matters more than what anyone else does.

After that, he was no longer the name he came in with. It's surprising that seeing AEW be completely fine without him didn't humble him even a little bit because when he came back, he didn't come back with any integrity or willingness to work to make AEW better, he was clearly, again just there for himself. Maybe at this point, he was already hoping to go back to WWE, who knows, but it was apparent he wasn't there because he cared about AEW and the fans knew it. It's an interesting bit of revisionist history happening right now that apparently WWE fans either willingly or ignorantly don't know that a large collection of AEW fans wanted him gone, because they were so tired of his attitude or they sensed he didn't care about AEW like they did. AEW fans are getting straight bullied on the internet because WWE fans think they are jealous or salty he went to WWE when that, honestly, for most, couldn't be further from the truth.

Of course he doesn't rate the top AEW guys highly, his actions for the entire time he was there showed that he didn't care that this was more than a job for them, this was a dream to put American pro-wrestling on the map again, this was a chance for wrestlers who dont fit the mould to do what they love on a huge stage. (Not a knock on WWE, by the way. They aren't wrestling. They specifically do not brand themselves as such.)

As for the WWE guys in AEW waiting to go back, they should be released. Let them go back. There seems to be this fear that if AEW releases talent that clearly wants to go back to WWE that it's a loss. It shouldn't be, they clearly don't have the companies best interests in mind, and if AEW is going to survive, it need people who believe in it 100%

AEW needs to refocus and they desperately need a restructure. They need more women in leadership for one. They need someone who can keep the egos in check but most importantly they need to remind themselves who they are and why they were so special to begin with. They have always been about heart, and wrestling, and having something to say, and passion. Some of that's been lost this year.

I firmly believe they will find it again, but I think the key is to move on, and keep grinding. Keep putting in work that silences the naysayers and is something to be proud of. I honestly wouldn't even mention Punk ever again, I'd literally scrub him and if the few friends he has left there don't understand why, I'd be asking them if they believe in what's best for AEW or what's best for them.

Anyways, here's a quick list of AEW stars that could carry the company on their back tomorrow and would smoke CM Punk on his best day.

- HANGMAN ADAM PAGE

- Orange Cassidy

- Ricky Starks

- Trent Bereta

- Wheeler Yuta

- Daniel Garcia

- Kris Statlander

- Hikaru Shida

- Julia Hart

- Willow

- Skye Blue

- Eddie Kingston

- Wardlow

- Bandito

- Konosuke Takeshita

- Kyle Fletcher

- Penta

- MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN

(Edit: Darby Allin was originally on this list, I was not aware of his previous SA history with his ex or his alleged behaviours toward homeless people in his past. I'm genuinely sorry if anyone was hurt or offended by this.)

[legend-collection]

Robert Johnson

According to legend, as a young man living on a plantation in rural Mississippi, Johnson had a tremendous desire to become a great blues musician. One of the legends often told says that Johnson was instructed to take his guitar to a crossroad near Dockery Plantation at midnight. (There are claims for other sites as the location of the crossroads.) There he was met by a large black man (the Devil) who took the guitar and tuned it. The Devil played a few songs and then returned the guitar to Johnson, giving him mastery of the instrument. This story of a deal with the Devil at the crossroads mirrors the legend of Faust. In exchange for his soul, Johnson was able to create the blues for which he became famous.

This legend was developed over time and has been chronicled by Gayle Dean Wardlow, Edward Komara and Elijah Wald, who sees the legend as largely dating from Johnson's rediscovery by white fans more than two decades after his death. Son House once told the story to Pete Welding as an explanation of Johnson's astonishingly rapid mastery of the guitar. Other interviewers failed to elicit any confirmation from House and there were fully two years between House's observation of Johnson as first a novice and then a master.

Further details were absorbed from the imaginative retellings by Greil Marcus and Robert Palmer. Most significantly, the detail was added that Johnson received his gift from a large black man at a crossroads. There is dispute as to how and when the crossroads detail was attached to the Robert Johnson story. All the published evidence, including a full chapter on the subject in the biography Crossroads, by Tom Graves, suggests an origin in the story of the blues musician Tommy Johnson. This story was collected from his musical associate Ishman Bracey and his elder brother Ledell in the 1960s. One version of Ledell Johnson's account was published in David Evans's 1971 biography of Tommy Johnson, and was repeated in print in 1982 alongside House's story in the widely read Searching for Robert Johnson, by Peter Guralnick.

In another version, Ledell placed the meeting not at a crossroads but in a graveyard. This resembles the story told to Steve LaVere that Ike Zimmerman of Hazlehurst, Mississippi, learned to play the guitar at midnight while sitting on tombstones. Zimmerman is believed to have influenced the playing of the young Johnson.

Recent research by the blues scholar Bruce Conforth, in Living Blues magazine, makes the story clearer. Johnson and Ike Zimmerman did practice in a graveyard at night, because it was quiet and no one would disturb them, but it was not the Hazlehurst cemetery as had been believed: Zimmerman was not from Hazlehurst but nearby Beauregard, and he did not practice in one graveyard, but in several in the area. Johnson spent about a year living with and learning from Zimmerman, who ultimately accompanied Johnson back to the Delta to look after him.

While Dockery, Hazlehurst and Beauregard have each been claimed as the locations of the mythical crossroads, there are also tourist attractions claiming to be "The Crossroads" in both Clarksdale and Memphis. Residents of Rosedale, Mississippi, claim Johnson sold his soul to the devil at the intersection of Highways 1 and 8 in their town, while the 1986 movie Crossroads was filmed in Beulah, Mississippi. The blues historian Steve Cheseborough wrote that it may be impossible to discover the exact location of the mythical crossroads, because "Robert Johnson was a rambling guy".

Some scholars have argued that the devil in these songs may refer not only to the Christian figure of Satan but also to the trickster god of African origin, Legba, himself associated with crossroads. Folklorist Harry M. Hyatt wrote that, during his research in the South from 1935 to 1939, when African-Americans born in the 19th or early 20th century said they or anyone else had "sold their soul to the devil at the crossroads", they had a different meaning in mind. Hyatt claimed there was evidence indicating African religious retentions surrounding Legba and the making of a "deal" (not selling the soul in the same sense as in the Faustian tradition cited by Graves) with the so-called devil at the crossroads.

The Blues and the Blues singer has really special powers over women, especially. It is said that the Blues singer could possess women and have any woman they wanted. And so when Robert Johnson came back, having left his community as an apparently mediocre musician, with a clear genius in his guitar style and lyrics, people said he must have sold his soul to the devil. And that fits in with this old African association with the crossroads where you find wisdom: you go down to the crossroads to learn, and in his case to learn in a Faustian pact, with the devil. You sell your soul to become the greatest musician in history.

This view that the devil in Johnson's songs is derived from an African deity was disputed by the blues scholar David Evans in an essay published in 1999, "Demythologizing the Blues":

There are ... several serious problems with this crossroads myth. The devil imagery found in the blues is thoroughly familiar from western folklore, and nowhere do blues singers ever mention Legba or any other African deity in their songs or other lore. The actual African music connected with cults of Legba and similar trickster deities sounds nothing like the blues, but rather features polyrhythmic percussion and choral call-and-response singing.

The musicologist Alan Lomax dismissed the myth, stating, "In fact, every blues fiddler, banjo picker, harp blower, piano strummer and guitar framer was, in the opinion of both himself and his peers, a child of the Devil, a consequence of the black view of the European dance embrace as sinful in the extreme".

Both Lomax's and Evans's accounts themselves have been disputed and dismissed by Black scholars and authors including Amiri Baraka and Cornel West. West defines Blues as a creation of a people "who are willing to look unflinchingly at catastrophic conditions", as children of God responding to those conditions. Baraka's words are more directly critical of white writers who study African-American Blues artform and culture from a Western viewpoint, stating that they "They have to do that to make themselves superior in some kind of way: that everything has come from Europe, which is not true". Baraka cites that rather than being formed out of any Western context, Blues derives from an African context of its own. The call-and-response singing Lomax argues is different from Blues has been widely cited as being a central aspect of Blues music.

[plentyoffandoms]

Day 11: Erotic Photos 🎃

Darius Martin x f/Reader

Requested by @hooks-martin

Kinktober 2023

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Oral sex ( m receiving) unprotected sex.

Gifs do not belong to me.

WC: 591

"Look up at me." I said to her.

She looked up at me, her tongue sticking out of her mouth. My cum dribbling over the sides as she waited for me to tell her to swallow.

But I needed to take a photo and add it to my collection of the two of us.

The camera flashed, and she just closed her eyes in time. "Now you can swallow." I watched as she closed her mouth and swallowed. I wiped my thumb over some of the cum that escaped and gathered it on my thumb. I placed my thumb on her bottom lip and took a photo.

I took another as she wrapped her lips around my finger, her moaning at the taste of me. I pulled my thumb out of her mouth.

"Get on the bed, baby. I am not done with you."

She knew what that meant. I needed new photos for when I am on the road next week.

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I had my phone set up to automatically take photos every few seconds, and I had my camera to the side that I could look through later.

We were on our knees, my one arm wrapped around her waist, my head in the spot between her shoulder and neck, sucking and biting.

Leaving my mark on her.

My other arm was gripping her hip so tight, I am sure she will feel it in the upcoming days.

"Darius." She whined after a bit a bit too hard. I soothed the spot with my tongue.

Her pussy was fluttering around my cock as I thrust in and out of her. She was close.

I moved my hand from her hip and started to rub her clit.

Her hands gripped my arms, digging her nails into my skin slightly. "Let go for me." She shook her head no. I rubbed her clit faster and harder, as I let out a growl. "No? Fuckin' cum for me."

"Darius," her voice trailed off into a high-pitched squeal as I pushed her onto the bed, her face first, my thrusts increasing as I fucked her into the mattress.

Completely ignoring the flashing lights around us as our photos were being taken. I lifted her head off the mattress by her hair and had her looking up at me.

"Open your mouth." She did, and I spit right into it. "Keep your mouth open. Don't you close it." I slapped her ass on both cheeks hard when I saw her start to close her mouth.

Her eyes practically crossed when I slapped her ass. "Take this cock. Don't want to cum for me, then you have to take this pounding."

I was moving so fast, I have no idea if I have ever fucked her like this before.

It didn't take her long at this pace for her to cry out my name, with tears streaming down her face as her pussy tightened around my cock, letting me know that she was coming.

I followed right behind her with a few sloppy thrusts and stilled. My mouth hanging open as I came deep inside of her.

I pulled out of her pussy, grabbing my phone and holding it near her pussy, catching it on photograph, the creampie I left for her. I watched as it slowly leaked out of her and onto the mattress.

I stuffed two fingers inside of her, making sure not to miss a single second of this.

"Let's go for a bath. I want photos of you riding me baby."

Day 10: Drunk Sex - Kenny Omega x f/Reader x Wardlow ● Day 12: Hate/Angry Sex - Angelo Parker

Tag list: @lghockey @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla

[mathiasandthefinntrolls]

Just thinking about Adam riding Wardlow and feeling so proud of himself for his big plan and all his hard work and how perfectly untouched and unbothered he is but when he comes he betrays himself and feels the name slipping from his lips, under his breath, breathy, like the ghost of something.

Right as he goes over his eyes slide shut and he sees it in his mind. A memory. One of many. The endorphins rush forward and he's riding the wave. He grips hard muscle and buries his face into strong shoulders that should feel familiar but don't; waits to feel the arms wrap around his back and the soft words in his ear. But there is nothing. Just a detached silence interspersed with heavy breathing.

Adam shudders through it, at last collecting himself. That name like a curse in his mind. He'd finally done it, he'd cut the cord, he'd got away. The plan had worked.

The plan had worked.

He takes a long, deep breath, his tongue flicking out over his lips. He swallows down the name as it threatens again. Suddenly it feels like a lump in his throat.

Max.

[westofessos]

Okay I’ve changed my mind. Max’s tag partners aren’t going to be Kenny and the Bucks. Max’s partners are going to be a collection of three of the guys that are coming after him. Kenny, Joe, and. . . who? Not Wardlow (at least I think), since he seems to really hate Max. Roddy maybe? Or maybe he’ll come around on Caster? I don’t know yet. But I’m convinced that’s what’s happening.

[galadriel1010]

Ficathon gifts round up

First of all, thank you so much to everyone who has aided, abetted and encouraged me in this truly mad undertaking. It has been so wonderful to have the chance to write for so many people, many of whom I've not really met before, and I couldn't have done it without huge amounts of help. I cannot possibly name you all, but know that you are amazing.

The full collection is located here, and the list is below the cut.

Family, in all ways that matter (926 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Mr Butler Additional Tags: Family, Home, Gossip, Mr Butler's family

Summary:

Mr Butler takes a holiday to visit his sister-in-law, and fills her in on his new life at Wardlow.

It Matters (1027 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Georgina Charlesworth & Phryne Fisher Characters: Phryne Fisher, Georgina Charlesworth Additional Tags: Grief, Janey Fisher - Freeform, mentoring

Summary:

Georgina takes a wayward and hurting Phryne under her wing in the wake of Janey's disappearance

Whisky and a Sympathetic Expression (1058 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson, Phryne Fisher & Jack Robinson & Jane Ross, Jack Robinson & Jane Ross Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson, Jane Ross (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries) Additional Tags: Found Family, Family, Home

Summary:

Jack comes home to Wardlow after a bad day in court and finds comfort in his family.

Love Lingers in Corners (1153 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hugh Collins/Dorothy "Dot" Williams, Dorothy "Dot" Williams & Tobias Butler, Phryne Fisher & Dorothy "Dot" Williams Characters: Dorothy "Dot" Williams, Tobias Butler, Cecil "Cec" Yates, Albert "Bert" Johnson Additional Tags: Friendship, Found Family, Loneliness

Summary:

Dot struggles to find herself in Miss Fisher's absence.

The Word on the Muddy Streets (1301 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Robinson & Elsie Tizzard Characters: Jack Robinson, Elsie Tizzard Additional Tags: Friendship

Summary:

Jack gets an unexpected visitor.

You Heard Rumours (1555 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Period Typical Attitudes

Summary:

One of Phryne's clients gets to see the truth of the rumours about Miss Fisher for herself, and has a bit of a personal revelation.

In Your Hands (2300 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson Additional Tags: Pegging, Trust, Praise Kink, Trust Kink, Kink Discovery

Summary:

She'd taken an impish, intoxicating delight in finding all the things that she could do to bring him pleasure. And for his part, he'd found a joy in putting himself so completely in her hands. Phryne pegs Jack for the first time, and they both love it,

What Sundays Were Made For (1698 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elizabeth MacMillan/Rosie Sanderson Characters: Elizabeth MacMillan, Rosie Sanderson Additional Tags: Cunnilingus, Morning Sex, Breast Play

Summary:

Just Mac and Rosie on a lazy Sunday morning

At Home To You (1682 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson Additional Tags: Injury Recovery, Minor Injuries, Caretaking, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Summary:

With Phryne laid up in bed with a broken ankle, Jack comes round to visit and cheer her up.

Trust, Care and Protectiveness (1157 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher & Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson Additional Tags: Minor Injuries, Caretaking, Discreet snooping, Friendship

Summary:

When Jack is lightly injured on the job, Miss Fisher takes him home to apply TCP to his injuries, and takes the opportunity for some discreet looking around his house.

Habit Forming (1940 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elizabeth MacMillan & Dorothy "Dot" Williams, Dorothy "Dot" Williams & Tobias Butler, Hugh Collins/Dorothy "Dot" Williams Characters: Elizabeth MacMillan, Dorothy "Dot" Williams, Hugh Collins, Tobias Butler Additional Tags: Friendship, Women Supporting Women, Some gentle coercion required, Family Politics

Summary:

Dot finds a way to use her specialist skills to support the work of the Women's Hospital. She may need to use some of Miss Fisher's specialist skills as well.

Made to Measure (1117 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Elizabeth MacMillan Additional Tags: Queer History, Queer Themes, Clothing, Backstory

Summary:

Mac gets her first suit fitted

Moonlight Waltzing (1117 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson Additional Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Party

Summary:

Phryne teases Jack all night, then he fucks her in the hotel garden.

Mad Fools (2419 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson, Phryne Fisher & Lyle Compton Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson, Lyle Compton Additional Tags: Historical References, adventuress, Aviation, Established Relationship, Spontaneous Trip, Reunions

Summary:

Phryne and Compton take part in the MacArthur Air Race. Jack travels to Sydney to meet her early.

The Lady Calls (1743 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson Additional Tags: Period Sex, Bathing/Washing, Bath Sex, Caretaking, Power Couple, Established Relationship

Summary:

Jack takes care of Phryne after a long day in court during her time of the month. Dinner, a hot bath and his very skilful hands.

Something in the Rain (864 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson Additional Tags: Dancing in the Rain, London

Summary:

Jack, Phryne, the London rain and the distant sound of jazz.

We Cross These Bridges Together (1468 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Jack Robinson, Phryne Fisher Additional Tags: Abortion, abortion rights

Summary:

When Phryne needs an abortion, Jack is reminded suddenly and painfully of the risks of unsafe abortions, and the dangers imposed by criminalisation.

Your 'What If' (987 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elizabeth MacMillan/Rosie Sanderson Characters: Elizabeth MacMillan, Rosie Sanderson Additional Tags: Background Phryne/Jack, Past Jack Robinson/Rosie Sanderson - Freeform

Summary:

Mac and Rosie talk about the twists and turns in their lives that brought them to the happiness they have found together.

Time Enough (1635 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson Additional Tags: Reunions, Jack follows Phryne, Second Time, Morning After, Morning Cuddles

Summary:

Jack and Phryne in her hotel room the morning after she meets him in Naples.

Making the Most (1814 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Robinson/Rosie Sanderson Characters: Jack Robinson, Rosie Sanderson Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Penis In Vagina Sex, Family Fluff

Summary:

Jack comes home from a night shift, shares breakfast with Rosie and their family, and then she takes care of him.

The Benefits of Friendly Coercion (1677 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elizabeth MacMillan/Rosie Sanderson, Phryne Fisher & Elizabeth MacMillan Characters: Elizabeth MacMillan, Phryne Fisher, Rosie Sanderson Additional Tags: Birthday, Birthday Party, Flirting

Summary:

At Mac's birthday party, she shares a moment with Phryne and is reunited with Rosie Sanderson.

In His Hands (1656 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson Additional Tags: Kink Exploration, Kink Discovery, Light Bondage, Restraint, Overstimulation

Summary:

Phryne asks Jack to tie her to the bed and have his way with her.

The Trying that Counts (1130 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: World War I, Military Backstory, Reunions

Summary:

After her return to Melbourne, Phryne is reunited with a face from her past.

Us and the Roses (2301 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson, Rosie Sanderson, Prudence Stanley, Lyle Compton Additional Tags: Reunions, Rumours and Gossip, wild speculation, Rumoured Jack/Rosie

Summary:

At a party to celebrate her return to Melbourne and her amazing flight, Aunt Prudence breaks the news to Phryne that Jack and Rosie have rekindled their relationship. Phryne doesn't believe it for a second. Honest.

Miss Ross Investigates (1814 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jane Ross (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries) Additional Tags: Case Fic, Boarding School, Girls' School Adventures, Investigations

Summary:

Jane takes it upon herself to investigate a case of bicycle theft at her school.

[wardlow-is-here]

**Open para

Wardlow let out a huff of air as he put down the weights he had lifting and walked over to a chair to sit down. He had been feeling better since the massive hangover from the night before and had decided to go to the gym. He grabbed his water and took a long drink before pulling out his phone to make sure no one was trying to get a hold of him and he didn't realize.

He realized he had been there for almost an hour and a half so he decided to collect his things and start to leave, scrolling through his phone as he walked out of the gym towards his car.

[piratewithvigor]

Things that should happen in AEW

JR reveals he really thought Hangman's thing was "cowboy shiznit" and is baffled that it's actually "cowboy shit"

Tony gets to cuss one (1) person out a night and you never know who it might be

Hook kisses Danhausen like Sammy kisses Tay (I don't actually ship them that hard, I just think it would make Danhausen speechless if he did it just one time)

Every Bret Hart fanboy has a reverse custody match where the winner gets to be adopted by Bret

A gimmick where the guy is super peppy and bubbly and rides a scooter and he and Darby have a cinematic match inside a skating bowl (now if only there was a wrestler who was peppy and happy and drove a scooter)

The ropes are temporarily replaced with licorice

William Regal becomes a permanent commentary mainstay and also records a series of audiobooks

More elderly wrestlers adopt young guys who have similar gimmicks (or dissimilar gimmicks, I just want more dilf content)

Bryan Danielson wrestles in a black long sleeve crop top and cargos (no, NOT like a Kim Possible cosplay 😏)

Eddie Kingston actually gets to finish his dessert without interruptions

Jericho gets a cloak and staff (to be used as a weapon. For the spell called "bonk on head")

Jake Hager's stylist is either fired, or sent to an optometrist

Adam Cole is given an intervention cause he can't pick friends for shit

Yuta gets to wear a flower crown

Chuck makes friends with the new talent so that they have an ally and he has more friends and he and Orange just collect an army of bright-eyed, bushy-tailed youngsters

When Kenny comes back, he comes out to Cult Of Personality, so everyone gets excited for Punk, and then he emerges and it's Kenny and the roof is blown off the place

The Japanese wrestlers just scream whatever they want in Japanese (bonus points if they just yell words of friendship super aggressively, or basically order a Subway sandwich)

One night of just women's matches with a single men's match around the hour mark and no one notes it as being out of the ordinary

Bucks reveal their ring names are actually their reverse birth names (ie, Matt was born Nick and Nick was born Matt)

4 way Playboy Pillow Fight in full lingerie featuring Wardlow, PH Hobbes, Keith Lee and Samoa Joe

[dalekofchaos]

What do you consider the worst booking decisions in AEW?

The Inner Circle going over The Pinnacle and Jericovid beating MJF to end the feud

Santana & Ortiz NEVER becoming Tag Team Champions

Not doing FTR vs Young Bucks 3 at All Out for all the tag team gold and not doing ANYTHING with FTR when they are #1 in the Tag Team rankings EVERY WEEK and almost EVERY MONTH. DO SOMETHING WITH THE BEST TAG TEAM ON YOUR FUCKING ROSTER

Killing Wardlow's momentum

The Nightmare Collective and The Codyverse

Doing Cody vs Shaq, but not saving Shaq for Paul Wight

Continuing the match after Matt Hardy was concussed at All Out 2020

Dan Lambert

The complete lack or care for crafting a functioning women's division

Bringing in Ruby Soho only for her to get back to the same spot she was in WWE, only this time we can't blame Vince. She came in white hot, lost to Britt, got banished to Dark, managed to rebuild herself in the Owen Hart tournament, which she should've won and then fucking lost to Britt AGAIN. And lastly those fucking idiots Sammy and Tay almost broke her neck(keep Saraya away from Tay) and Tay broke her nose. Ruby deserves better, the sad part is WE THOUGHT AEW WOULD BE BETTER FOR HER, SHE'S IN THE SAME SPOT SHE WAS IN WWE.

[wardlow]

I’m just gonna be over here adding the latest edition to the Wardlow collection and being sad about his hair… and maybe re-reading the shit I’ve written on my writing blog. ( @sassbei if you didn’t know… there’s some good shit there!)

[daddyhausen]

{ a/n } : the idea i got was far to long for a headcannon :3

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{ request for @alanangels }

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { kenny omega masterlist } | { matt jackson masterlist } | { nick jackson masterlist }

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{ summary } – with the boys return at full gear, you thought you’d give them a little celebratory gift, despite their loss

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{ warnings } – 18+ { minors do not interact } group sex, public sex, oral sex { male receiving }, male + female masturbation, fingering, facefucking, facials, hair pulling, deepthroating, throatpie, praise kink, double vaginal penetration, anal penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, penetrative sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots, vaginal + anal creampies

{ word count } – 2.5k

{ pairing } – fwb fem!reader x the elite

{ genre } – smut

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pure adrenaline rushed through your veins just at the mere sight of them on your screen again. for what felt like an eternity that they had been away, and even now with their loss. you could not help but feel incredibly proud of them. they were your best friends after all, long before aew was even in its conception, you’d seen them through many championships and title defences, many loses and more.

and that entrance, it no doubt left a chill down your spine. the way all three of them stared down the barrel of the camera lens, the echoing screams of fans in attendance ringing through the speakers, it was almost as if they held their gaze directly into yours. it surely made your thighs clench together with anticipation, the way matt would shoot a playful wink into the lens, kenny repeating the action although with a much more flirtatious action, nick holding his gaze a mere second longer than the two before averting his attention towards the ring.

you could hear their indistinct chatter echoing through the arena hallways, a sensation made itself present between your thighs, you had not heard their collective voices in person for a little over two months or so, to say you missed it was an understatement. first of all, they did not know of your presence in the confines of their personal locker room, nor did you notify them of your sudden appearance beforehand. you wanted to surprise them and their return was definitely in need of celebration.

as their voices grew closer, more ever present in your mind despite trying to quell the arousal that raged between your thighs. you stripped off, throwing your clothes in a pile beside the velvet upholstered couch placed against the back wall, directly opposite the door. you took a seat in the centre of the couch. legs spread so your cunt would be in full view as they entered. you could not help yourself, already so needy and unashamedly wet, allowing two fingers to gingerly graze across your clit.

nick entered first, towel across his shoulder, breath heavy as he tried to regain it, completely oblivious to the sight present before him. matt followed soon after, tying whatever hair had fallen from the loose bun he had tied up, congratulating his brother for their return. you cleared your throat, instantly catching the attention of both brothers, nick stared at you wide eyed for a moment, almost in disbelief, while matt’s mouth hung slightly agape, eyes taking their time to scan your naked frame.

you waved seductively in their direction, a small giggle left your lips as kenny sauntered in. the oldest of the three seemingly in a world of his own, mindlessly chatting away as if the brothers were still listening. only for matt to slap him lightly across the chest to get his attention.

“are you boys just gonna stare or are you gonna say hello?” you remarked with a sultry smirk, prying your hand up from between your thighs, fingertips glossy with your sweetness as you dragged them across your pierced nipples. the three stammered over their words for a moment, it was kenny who was the first to speak up.

“y/n…” he exhaled shakily, as if his words were caught between a moan.

“what are you doing here…?” nick interjected, nudging his brother lightly with his elbow as matt’s mouth still hung agape.

you gave a small chuckle at the sight, arising from your position. their eyes followed your movements, the way your hips swayed slightly, the subtle bounce of your breasts as you made your way towards them.

“well…” you began, in a sort of breathy voice, the sound seemed to arouse the three, their ears pricked up at the sound. you positioned yourself in between matt and nick, wrapping your arms around the oldest of the two who had still yet to say a word. kenny entered the locker room fully, locking the door behind him, clearly understanding your intentions.

“i heard you boys were returning tonight, so i thought i might give you a little celebratory gift” your gaze was fixated on matt for the moment, holding yourself against the older buck’s chest, feeling his growing bulge press lightly against your abdomen

“b-but we lost…”, matt stuttered over his words, trying his best to regain eye contact and not let his eyes wander elsewhere. before you were about to answer, kenny interjected.

”however..” he placed his arm around the shoulder of the older buck. “the occasion still calls for a celebration”

the eldest of the three raised his eyebrows in a suggestive manner to the other two. the bucks seemingly got the hint, with nick grabbing your waist, securing you close to him, lips feverish, already starting to suck and bite against the skin of your neck. matt still seemed hesitant, a gulp thickly rising in his throat.

“c’mon matt, she came all this way” nick spoke, letting his hand fall between your thighs, gathering your sweetness on the pads of his fingertips. “look how fucking wet she is for us…would be a shame to just let it all go to waste”

matt eyed the two of you for a moment, small whimpers and moans fell from your lips as nick’s fingers filled you with such ease. kenny had already begun to strip himself, already down to his boxers in a matter of seconds, joining you and nick, tugging lightly at your nipple piercings all the while planting heated kisses to your lips. matt exhaled heavily, far too overcome with arousal to even convince himself otherwise.

matt threw off his jacket, making his way towards the couch, the rest of his clothes soon following suit. he took his seat at the end of the couch, slowly beginning to stroke his cock as kenny and nick joined him , mimicking his actions. you took your place in front of nick first, kneeling between the younger buck’s thighs. licking a hot stripe up the underside of his shaft, palm wrapped around the base of his cock. nick threw his head back even at the slightest of contact. your tongue twirling around the tip of his cock

kenny and matt watched on in awe, their own cocks resting idly in their palms, awaiting your next move. slowly your head sunk down, lips wrapped around nick’s shaft, taking his entire length down your throat in one fatal gulp.

“fuck…” he groan, making a point not to touch you for now, although it left him suffering, nails digging into his thighs, knuckles almost bone white from the restraint

“she sucks your cock fucking well. i can’t wait to fuck her throat-“ kenny remarked in a jovial tone although his sentence cut off at the end by a choked moan. matt remained, quiet, reserved. avoiding eye contact except for the occasional glance here and there, stroking his cock absentmindedly.

nick’s groans of pleasure echoed through the air, his breath became heavy and laboured. your hand reached up kenny’s thigh, palm barely wrapping around the base of his thick shaft, slowly beginning to jerk him off as nick’s orgasm continued to rise. if only you had the reach, you’d jerk off matt as well.

you peered up into the younger buck’s baby blues, his pupils blown and lust filled, on the verge of release. you sunk your head lower, his entire length hitting the back of your throat with every movement of your head.

“fuck! i’m cumming-“ nick announced, his cum painting the back of your throat white before he could even complete his announcement. you sucked him dry, milked him for every drop of his cum before swallowing his seed greedily. nick made his way down from the couch, taking a couple of seconds to pepper your lips with sweet gentle kisses before moving behind you, fingers slipping between your slick folds, filling your up once more.

you quickly moved onto kenny, the blond giving you no time to adjust yourself to his size as he slammed his cock down your throat. a choked gag left your lips, moans reverberating around the eldest’s cock. you reached up to matt for some kind of reprise, repeating the actions you did with kenny previously, wrapping your hand around his shaft and jerking him off

matt blushed at the sight, hips bucking up to meet the movements of your hand. kenny held fistfuls of your hair, now standing up as he used your throat as his own personal fleshlight.

“your throat feels so fucking good, princess” kenny growled through gritted teeth. sweat still clung in beads at his hairline.

“i just know you love the way we use you, baby” nick grunted, the slickness of your folds giving his fingers easy access. matt still remained silent, even his moans were not to the same calibre as that of kenny and his brother. and you did not seem to understand why.

kenny came down your throat without warning, leaving you choking and gagging on his cum, abruptly pulling out of your mouth as you turned your attention to matt. kenny stood to the side of you, still jerking off his thick cock, wanting to paint your face with his seed. nick’s fingers still ruined you, slowing down his pace for the moment as you wrapped both hands around matt’s shaft, scooting yourself closer as you gave his tip little kitten licks.

“sweetheart…please” matt moaned as you continued to tease him, lips parting the slightest to just wrap around the tip of his cock. your thighs grew weak beneath you, nick’s fingers bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. kenny smirked down at the sight, adoring the way you squirmed back into the younger buck. you hollowed your cheeks around matt’s length in an effort to increase his pleasure, slowly beginning to bob your head as a moan ripped through your throat, reverberating around matt’s cock.

“f-fuck” matt groaned through a whisper, in a failed attempt to keep himself quiet, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen in front of your face. you peered up at him through red, glassy eyes, throat sore and fucked out, yet determined to make him cum. thick pulses of pleasure thrummed between your thighs, pretty cunt clenching around nick’s fingers, the younger buck alerting the other two of your impending orgasm.

“god she’s so fucking close…” nick announced

“fuck…me too” kenny grunted, fingers resuming their place, interlocked in your hair, feverishly pumping his cock. cum dripped down the blonde’s shaft, coating your pristine features in white, all the while your sweetness gushed around nick’s fingers. matt peered down at the sight, your face covered in his best friend’s cum, cunt filled to the brim, with his brother’s fingers. you looked ruined, completely fucked out and the night had barely just begun.

matt let his eyelids flutter shut, savouring the feeling as his cock sunk deeper down the back of your throat. his hips started to buck slowly. the feeling of his orgasm steadily rising, nails gripping the armrest of the couch. his choked out a moan, gasping with pleasure as you milked him of his seed, his hot cum coating your tongue, mingling with your taste buds as you swallowed him thankfully.

you did not allow him time to catch his breath, pushing him back onto the couch, so he was now lying down, your hips now straddling his. kenny and nick were quick to take their positions behind you, nick hovering slightly higher than kenny, the younger buck lining the tip of his cock with your tight ass, letting a glob of spit fall into his palm, stroking himself once more with the absence of lubricant. kenny’s cock teased your cunt, as did matt’s, the two silently arguing who gets to fuck you first.

nick pushed himself deep into your puckered hole, allowing you to adjust to the size of him for a moment. smirking softly as you backed your ass up against him, taking him deeper. slowly you lowered your hips down, feeling matt and kenny’s sizes fill your void. an extended whine left your lips, body succumbing to the feeling of three cocks stuffing your pretty holes completely.

kenny sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, being the first of the three to move, slowly jutting his hip forward, fingers entangled in the mess of your hair, tugging the slightest. your hands rested upon matt’s chest, nails sinking into his skin, the flesh starting to redden, enough to bruise but not to draw blood. the older buck stared up at you for a moment, you on top of him, breathless, panting, stuffed with cock, eyes squeezed shut at the sensation. his pupils were blown with lust, completely shadowing the warm brown of his irises. he leaned up, pecking your lips sweetly, before deepening with a much more aggressive kiss.

“fuckfuckfuck-” you cried against matt’s lips. hips bucking back to meet the vicious thrusts of his brother. nick slammed into you with violent thrusts. your tight hole clinging to his thick size.

“such a good girl for us…” nick growled, leaning back the slightest, watching your pretty ass bounce against his cock.

“her cunt feels so fucking good…don’t you think so, matt?” kenny mentioned, referring to the older of the two siblings, matt could only nod, frantically, on the edge of release himself. nick let his hand come down against your plump ass cheek, spanking the supple flesh as hard as he could muster. a pleasured cry escaped your parted lips, cunt clenching at the sensation, which in turn made kenny and nick groan in arousal

“gonna cum…gonna cum” you chanted, repeating absentmindedly like a mantra. an echo of lustful whines filled their ears, that of corrupted angels singing sinful hymns.

“cum for us, sweetheart…make a mess all over our cocks” matt finally chimed in with more than a one-worded sentence, cupping your cheeks softly. kenny still had his fingers entangled in your hair, pulling back ever so slightly, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. nick was the first to release, a low groan emitting from clenched teeth as he filled you to the brim, breeding your pretty puckered hole until he drained himself dry, pulling himself out, he watched on as kenny soon came close to his own orgasm.

“oh fuck-” kenny panted, slamming into you with such lovely force, nicks cum dripping from your tight little asshole. kenny was the next to cum, slamming into you one final time, burying his cock to the brim upon his release, slowly fucking through his orgasm and your own. you came around kenny and nick, milking their cocks as your cunt clenched around their sizes, juices dripping down their shafts. matt could not hold on much longer, not even needing to announce his orgasm, simply painting your walls white, just like kenny and nick had done previously.

you had never felt so full in your entire life. matt and kenny pulled out, leaving you with an uncertain emptiness, it made you feel uneasy to be without their cocks. your cunt left wet, holes dripping with their seed. kenny gulped thickly through shaky breaths, alerting the to bucks of his next words.

“what do you guys think, how about we go another round?”

“i’m in!” nick chirped

“me too” matt responded, still slightly dazed from his orgasm. “but i get to eat her out first!”

“deal!” kenny remarked, turning to you as you slowly came around

“what do you say, princess? think you can go another round?”

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[pepsi-maxwell]

not sure if you’re still taking prompts but the moments directly after max is betrayed by the firm when he’s alone with his thoughts?

i am absolutely still taking them! this ended up being equally about the firm and the pinnacle (and a touch of punk haunting the narrative as always) but i hope you still like it, anon!

under a cut for length

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It’s a minor set back, that’s all. He doesn’t—doesn’t need them.

Doesn’t need anybody, he thinks, limping off, clutching his stomach. Especially doesn’t need people who don’t follow orders, who involve themselves in his business when he’s specifically told them not to—

Everything hurts.

He’s almost impressed at the immediacy with which they’d collectively turned on him, but the issue is that it’s him that they turned on, him they put the boots to, him they stripped of his shirt in the middle of the ring—

The dizzying vertigo of Ethan fucking Page of all people hoisting him up, throwing him down onto his back. Morrissey grabbing him by the hair, putting him through a table...

At least this time he’d been able to leave of his own volition, humiliating as it had been. Still not as bad as needing to be stretchered off with an oxygen mask strapped to his face.

Speaking of betrayal.

He makes it back to his locker room unscathed. Unassisted. It’s big, too big for one person, really, which only serves to rub in the fact that despite all his attempts to be otherwise, he is, once again, completely alone.

The one constant in his life. That no matter how hard he tries to keep people close to him, everybody always leaves. Everybody leaves and ends up better off than him, and it isn’t fucking fair. Wardlow, with his TNT title. FTR with all of their belts. The Firm, strong and united and ready to take on anyone, all because of him. His work, his efforts, and they’d just...

Thrown it all away. Had helped him get the chip, the title shot and hadn’t had the guts to see it through.

His stomach swoops unpleasantly at the reminder of who the title shot should have been against.

The spectre that haunts him. The one who’d left him first, who’d stuck the knife between his ribs. Who’d left a second time, twisting it, taking away any chance of catharsis. Leaving him adrift. Untethered, when he’d promised that Max would be tethered to him—

He braces himself against the wall. No blood, but he can feel the bruises forming already under his fingers.

He doesn’t need any of them. He doesn’t. And soon, it won’t even matter, because he has a new friend. A better friend, one who’ll help him get what he wants; the title he so rightfully deserves. He’ll show all of them.

Three weeks and counting.

[princess00wifi]

Samoa Joe is my favorite murderous man. He’s just so damn collected with his words. So calm while telling wardlow he’s gonna take his life. I love him.

[mfmmflashchallenge]

This is it! It’s the final heat of the flashfic challenge. Your prompts are below. Go, go, go!

Unreliable Narrator // Romantic Face Punching // Identity Reveal

Fake Character Death // Alternate Universe - Mouse Society Exists Parallel to Human Society // Secret Admirer

Panic attack // accidental marriage // photography

Accidental Drug Use // Pick-up Lines // Bad Ideas

Power Outage // Undercover as Married // Pride and Prejudice References

Unexpected kiss // Jack is a merman // that is not a pirate ship

Undercover as a couple // lipstick // public transportation

Surprise cat // Wardlow // Hugh Collins needs a hug

Sex Pollen // First Time // Feathers

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