#Mama Kingston

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Sean Kingston's Mom Taken Into Custody During Mansion Raid

Sean Kingston's mother was taken into custody this morning after law officials raided the rapper-singer's rented Southwest Ranches mansion in South Florida.

Sean Kingston's Mom Taken Into Custody During Mansion Raid

On Thursday (May 23), Sean Kingston's mom, Janice Turner, was detained on numerous fraud and theft charges after police officers raided her son Sean Kingston's rented Southwest Ranches mansion in Dania Beach, Fla. The Broward County Sheriff's Office has released the following statement to XXL about the incident.

"Following an investigation that began in the city of Dania Beach, this morning, May 23, Broward Sheriff’s Office Dania Beach District detectives along with members of BSO’s Strategic Investigations Unit and Davie Police SWAT, served arrest and search warrants at a residence in Southwest Ranches," the statement reads. "As a result of the investigation, an adult female, Janice Turner, was taken into custody on numerous fraud and theft charges. This investigation is active and ongoing." According to local news outlet NBC 6 South Florida, the raid is linked to a lawsuit filed by Ver Ver Entertainment, which claims that Sean has reportedly failed to pay monthly installments and the installation fee for a 232-inch television they sold him.

In the video above, Dennis Card, an attorney who represents the company, says that the Jamaican-American artist is known to flaunt his riches, calling Sean's acts an "organized systematic fraud."

"He likes having bling, he likes showing off, he's a showman," attorney Dennis Card stated to news reporters. "My client has a $150,000 television sound system that's in there, there's also about $1 million worth of watches that are in there, there's a $80,000 custom bed that was ordered. This is an organized systematic fraud."

Card elaborated by detailing Sean Kingston's alleged fabricated lifestyle.

"He's got basically a script," Dennis Card continued. "He says that he works with Justin Bieber and that he obviously puts on a big show here. This is a rental house. He doesn't own it, and he lures people using his celebrity into having them release things without him paying for it, and then he simply never pays."

Card went on to insist the musician is a scammer. "He's 100 percent a scammer," he added. "He's on felony probation right now for trafficking in stolen property. He's got judgments against him for procuring more than $1 million in watches without paying for them. This is just an ongoing pattern for Sean."

Hip-Hop Jeweler Johnny Dang Speaks About Raid

After DJ Akademiks hopped on Instagram and posted about the news surrounding Sean Kingston's rented home, Johnny Dang, a well-respected jeweler in the hip-hop community, seemed to piggyback off the accusations surrounding Sean Kingston's failure to pay for purchased assets. His comment underneath Ak's IG post, which can be seen below, suggested that the artist owes him a pretty penny as well. "Damnn I need to collect my $ too loll," Johnny Dang wrote.

Sean Kingston Reacts to Raid

Hours after the raid, Sean Kingston hopped on his Instagram Story and spoke more about what happened. The artist wrote that he and his mother were in good spirits and that he was taking legal action.

"People love negative energy!" Sean penned. "I am good and so is my mother!..my lawyers are handling everything as we speak." The image can be seen below.

XXL has reached out to Sean Kingston's team for comment.

Read More: Sean Kingston Allegedly Punches and Pulls Gun on Music Video Director - Report

Sean Kingston Sued for Failing to Pay for Rolex

Sean Kingston has a history of not paying for purchased items. In April of 2017, the "Beautiful Girls" hitmaker faced legal trouble for reportedly paying half the amount for a Rolex that was worth $46,000.

According to TMZ, Sean Kingston paid $10,000 upfront to Norman Silver Diamonds and then sent a check for $36,000 to have the watch shipped to his business associate. Eventually, the jeweler discovered that the musician's check didn't clear. Since their encounter in 2013, the man who sued Sean Kingston received $15,000 for the Rolex. The court documents revealed that Kingston still owed about $21,353 for the purchase.

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Sean Kingston’s Mom Released on Bail After Fraud Arrest

New footage emerged on Monday morning, revealing that Janice Turner, the mother of Sean Kingston, was released from custody following her arrest last Thursday. Known popularly as Mama Kingston, she appeared in court on Friday and was granted a $160,000 bond. After spending four days in jail, Mama Kingston was released on bail on May 27, having been arrested on charges of fraud and…

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Introducing for the first time ever: Mr and Mrs Zechariah Church!

(With photos and an exclusive interview with the stylist!)

Written and Edited by: Anna-Marie Kingston-Layne

You heard right folks, a new power couple has made their official debut! On a beautifully warm and sunny afternoon at Newcrest Wedding Chapel, A-List stylist to the stars, Amaya Kingston-Brown, married the San-Myshuno Times Bestselling Author after just over two years of dating. The wedding, hosted three Sundays ago, was witnessed by the pair's extremely close friends and family members, including World famous rapper, August Lovett and his entrepreneur/influencer wife, Alanna Lovett.

Fresh from their honeymoon, I sat down with Kingston-Brown to hear her thoughts on that special day and how her relationship came to be.

First and foremost, congratulations on your nuptials! How did you manage to pull off such a small, intimate wedding as someone who is well known?

“Thank you, Ms. Layne. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I wanted to have a family centered wedding,” Kingston-Brown stated. “From the maid of honour and best man to the officiant, I wanted everything to be our family members. I'm fortunate enough to be loved by a man with similar values. We were very meticulous about choosing where we wanted to hold our ceremony. Newcrest is often seen as a dead zone and we both live there, it just fell into place.”

Above: Pictures of Zechariah Church and Amaya Kingston-Brown, with the wedding officiant, B-Tier street Artist, Jeremy Layne.

What was the inspiration behind your wedding theme?

“Funnily enough, we had no theme. My whole life is about creating trends and themes but for my own wedding? We just did everything based on feeling and some how, it came together seamlessly.”

Seriously, no theme?

Nope. Just love and vibes.

So you bought your dress without having any direction?

“Actually, my friend and fellow stylist, Darovan made my dress. She insisted. So I was the first person to wear a dress from her now released bridal collection! When I put the dress on, I knew that no matter how our wedding looked, it would be perfect. She made sure Riah's accents on his tux also matched my dress. We were surrounded by people who knew us so well, we didn't have to do much so we could just enjoy being engaged. It was such a blessing.”

I'm seriously impressed. Tell me then, how did this relationship even come to be? In our interview a few years ago, you said that you were indifferent to romance.

“Hahaha, I can't believe you remember that! Honestly, I have my youngest sister Crystal to thank for that. Zechariah and I were neighbours and I never looked his way because I didn't think there'd be anything there. I was definitely interested, but I'm so dang introverted, there was no way I was asking him out.”

Photos from the reception

Who made the first move, then?

“He did! It came completely out of the blue for me. We spent a few months growing from neighbours to friends and then one random day in the spring, he asked me out. He didn't even get the question out before I said yes,” she laughs. “I was so tense during our first date that I thought I'd ruined my chances. We'd went to the park near by and spent the afternoon there for a picnic. I was avoiding eye contact, speaking very few sentences but he was so patient with me. At one point, he slid his finger under my chin to get me to look at him. I don't know where the confidence came from but I ended up planting one right on him!”

So you kissed him first?

“Yes! And then swiftly ran away. I was so embarrassed, I had a tiny crying fit in my room, over analyzing every where I went wrong, thinking he probably thought I was weird. At this time, I knew I had it BAD for Riah, so if he found me weird, I was 100% prepared to disappear into the abyss.”

Well clearly that didn't happen! So, what did?

She smiled faintly before starting again. “A few hours later, he stopped by the house with a bouquet of tulips and asked for us to be exclusive. Apparently, my nervous rambling was— and still is a major turn on for him, haha!”

More photos from the reception.

How did you know Zechariah was the one for you?

She smiles faintly. “When I stopped questioning myself when I was with him. When I realized I could be 100% myself with him without feeling self-conscious. Not only does Riah make me feel safe, he makes me feel so loved. Despite how difficult I was, he chose to love me everyday in spite of it. Also, he's not afraid to tell me where I messed up and how I can improve. He's always putting my needs before his own. He's so selfless, it's ridiculous.”

He actually said something very similar about you! You two are very in sync.

“Really? Wow. You know, personality wise we're so different but we're soulmates in every sense of the word.”

What are some of your fondest date memories with you and your now husband?

“Ahh, you said husband!” She glowed brightly, continuing. "Gosh, we've had so many great ones. My favourites are definitely the ones where we talked all night under the stars or when he'd pick me up just before dawn to watch the sunrise.”

Are you planning on sticking with your current branding or are you rebranding with your new name?

“As much as I like my last name, I'm very excited to be Mrs. Church. When we'd just got engaged, I practiced writing out my name to see how I could potentially incorporate it into my brand. Then I decided, I wanted to keep my professional and personal lives separate. The best way to do that was to keep both of my names. So on paper, I'm Amaya Church. When I'm working, however, I'm Amaya Kingston-Brown. Who knows, I may feel different in the future but this is currently what's happening.”

The Churches, pictured above, in front of their new home.

Last questions, Mrs. Church: how was your honeymoon and what's next for this relationship?

“It was absolutely wonderful, a well needed vacation. Tartosa is beautiful at this time of year and the locals were lovely. We stayed right on the beach.”

Pictured above: Amaya Kingston-Brown (front) and myself, Anna-Marie Kingston-Layne (back).

“As for what's next, we recently bought a house in our hometown and since we're both financially stable and we've done our own self reflection, like working on our mental and emotional health, we're thinking about maybe adding a few additions to our little family in a few months or years, maybe a dog or maybe a baby. I have a feeling it'll be soon, if the way Riah looks at me is any indication 😏.”

Interviewing Kingston-Brown is always a treat. She proceeded to disclose some plans for her brand being made public very soon so be sure to stay on the lookout! She also told us that Church's new romance book duet will also be releasing at the end of the month.

As for me, I couldn't be happier for my older sister and my new brother in-love. Congratulations to you both again!

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Aew reacts to you falling asleep in most random places or falling asleep on them

You can choose either one

Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader nick Wayne x fem

AEW STARS React to: You Falling Asleep in Random Places/On Them

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, Nick Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 937

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, i'm keeping my promise. Hopefully this is the start of making up for lost time, sorry for being away. I miss writing tbh. But antiways, thanks for being patient. NOW BACK TO MY SCHEMES. Plz remember that you are loved and appriecated.

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

Warnings: slightly proofread, failed comedy, GIFS AINT MINE AGAIN GIFS AINT MINE (rights are to the original creators)

Orange Cassidy (Random place):

He’s not fazed

Homeboy is impressed that you can fall asleep anywhere

In fact, he joins you

He has seen you in every random place in the house

Bathroom, linen closet, the kitchen, and how you fell asleep on the steps of the porch??

He’ll never know

It’s a regular occurrence to play “Where’s Y/N?”

One time Trent and Kris came over and saw the two of you sleeping on the porch steps

He just left a sign beside y’all that said “come back later”

After your neighbor called the police for a wellness check

MJF (Random Place/On them):

He thought you were joking when you said you can sleep anywhere

But was genuinely concerned about how you fell asleep in the laundry room

Makes fun of you on Twitter and uses your pictures to describe other people’s matches

If you fell asleep on him, he would melt

I think he would show off that his S/O is sleeping on him with a smirk

Would yell at someone for disturbing you and would blame the other person for you waking up

“No babe, it was Adam’s dumbass voice that woke you up, not me.”

Will bring you closer if you move in your sleep

But make no mistake, if his cat falls asleep on him, you’re sleeping on the floor

Hook (On them):

I can see this man being stiff as a log when you fall asleep on him

Strokes your hair to keep you calm

Doesn’t eat chips for fear that they will awake you

He woke you up once…and that was enough for him

Only answer his friends if they’re asking yes or no questions (will only nod)

Drapes a blanket over you if you don’t have his hoodie on

Eventually, he will fall asleep with you

But he quickly moves to sleep next to you cause you a wild sleeper

One time you were boxing him in your sleep…and won…

Eddie Kingston (Random Place/On them):

Mans would try out your random sleeping places before waking up and crawling back in the bed

“I don’t know how lil mama does it…that shit hurt.”

However, he made a ranking list and the best place is the dining room floor

Finds it funny yet very disciplining, might use it as a punishment for when he misses workout sessions

Will carry you to bed with him cause again….he aint doin that shit

When you fall asleep on him, he just becomes a big ole teddy bear

If he needs to argue or tell someone off, he’ll whisper yell

Will make sure that you are warm by wrapping his hoodie over you

Once you’re asleep, Eddie will never move you or himself

Ricky Starks (On them):

I feel like as long as you don’t drool you’re fine

Or leave makeup on his shirt

If you do, you won’t hear anything about it until you wake up

“I love you babe, but next time, there will be a paper towel barrier.”

Tbh, depending on how tired he is, Ricky will fall asleep on top of you

I can see him just talking you to sleep per your request

Even after you fall asleep, Ricky still be talking cause why not

Like those above, he will scold people if they disturb you

Will put your phone on dnd

Kenny Omega (Random place/weird positions):

At first, cause he couldn’t find you, he would be in distress

He would look in every single bedroom or cushion-based location

Would feel better once he finds you in the bathroom tub (cause he heard your snoring)

I think Kenny would catch on to your locations very quickly

But if you find a new one, he’ll add it to your location list

Knowing Kenny, he would make this into a bit on Being The Elite (BTE)

Like every time there is a fight or argument, you are seen sleeping in a weird position (like back twisting or somethin)

“Y/N sleeping so we have to fight in slo-mo”

Christian Cage (On them):

MANS WOULD FEEL SO PROUD AND POWERFUL

He would feel so happy that you feel comfortable enough for you to fall asleep on him

Anytime you get sleepy, it doesn’t matter where you are, he will offer his shoulder or chest as a pillow

Places kisses on your forehead while your sleep

He moves a lot tho, not on purpose

But you quickly got use to it and would snuggle closer to him

Would use you sleeping as an excuse not to fight

“You better be lucky that Y/N is sleeping or I- wait, I don’t need to fight anyways. Luchasuarus, get him.”

Nick Wayne (Random place):

I am 100 percent certain that this man is easily influenced

Therefore

He will follow suit with your weird sleeping habits

If he sees you sleeping, he sleeping too so move over

Like Cassidy, he would actually like the random sleeping places

He would fall asleep anywhere

I feel like when’s he stressed, he would just sleep in a random place…even if he’s at work

Christian and Luchasuarus would be like where is Nick

And Nick would be asleep on a ladder

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List of people who are confirmed being in Team Elite:

Christian Cage and The Patriarchy (Nick Wayne, Luchasaurus, Mama Wayne)

Mogul Embassy (Bishop Kaun, Brian Cage, Toa Liona)

Chris Jericho

Brandon Cutler

Mercedes Moné

List of people who are confirmed being in Team AEW

Swerve Strickland

Kenny Omega

FTR

Stokely Hathaway

Bryan Danielson

Eddie Kingston

Darby Allin

Mark Briscoe

Tazz

The Acclaimed

Daddy Ass

This list will continue being updated.

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sage

pairing: eddie kingston x black reader warning: lovey dovey smut. minors pls dni! authors note: this one is for my eddie girls lol word count: 1900 tagging: @harmshake @kill-the-artiste

brooklyn is quiet. the slow lazy drone of his car engine and soft to skirt steps as bleary nightlife party goers usher themselves along the street. brooklyn is quiet. annoyingly so. eddie itching to make it to your three story walk up. a right turn and then a left. a few miles of a drive and the slothful change of red street lights. his shoulders stiff and his eyes a little lower than usual. exhaustion rife. near a full consumption. but eddie is a stubborn prick about the things he wants. fights against himself as he makes his hands to parallel park. the short quick lock of his car before he's out and prepping tired bones for a trifling trek up too old steps. his head shaking. a wry smile and disbelief. fitting his car into too tight ass spaces—some people just couldn't fucking park to save a life—and begging his weary over wrestled body to endure the creaky and slightly tattered steps of an old brick house. 

some woman you are. and some fucking storm of adoration he's in. taking messy interstate highway traffic on the chin. slim bits of road rage and the calm delicate memory of your skin to appease the natural heat of his nature. 

the key you got made for him twisting in the door. a soft entry. your place still and smelling of warm vanilla. his tongue running hot and mindless at his lip, shuffling slow into your bedroom. body delicate and sleeping. light deep breaths and the wrap over of fine silk against your body. curled into the fluff of a pillow. 

his fingers itching. shoes forgotten as he steps up towards the bed. palms gentle, taking to the silk of the robe that covers your belly. a caressing shift of his hand, something delicate and lacking urgency. his mouth close to the heat of your skin as it runs over. pursing light to kiss along the sweet exposure of your neck. a tight jump of a reaction, your hands grabbing, pulled out of sleep. nails sinking in before they settle. "eddie", you sigh. still attempting to pull yourself from that harsh lingering drowsiness. your touch growing loving. soothing over where your nails had bitten into him. his thick fingers playing at curling into you, a knee dipping into the bed. his cap falling off along the sheets. lips going still, up the line of your neck till they linger at your jaw. gentle takes at your skin. his chest bursting hot with content as your sigh into the sweetness he gives. 

"missed you mama", he gives. a tender rasp that makes your skin shiver. his mouth spreading to a teasing little smile. intent lively in his hand as it roams. over soft silk till its reaching to hide at your inner thighs. warm and supple. your throat singing soft. feeling the generous weight of it.

your lips find his. pillowy and tender as they purse for a kiss. your thighs rubbing against the hold of his palm. a soft moan that undulates over him. legs parting slight. settling further into the plush of the bed. 

"missed you", airy before it delves into another little song of pleasure. a moan that heats his cheeks. your hands reaching to run along his beard. tongue slipping to wet your lips. a slight against his mouth that invites him to groan for you. "didn't realize i was sleep", you give. nailing at the fresh cut of his hair. 

"s'alright". a short pat to your leg before he leaves you splayed along the bed. riled up and wanting. eyes low and lingering along his little maneuvers around your room. free and comfortable with an easy undress of his clothes. short burly grunts as he feels his muscles tense and flame up sore. your lashes giving him a sweet batting flutter. rolling over on your belly. face in your hands. staring at him with an overly hot intentions. "m'feelin that green though", he says. chin jutting to point out the color of your silk robe. a mellow sage color that attempts to match the color of his eyes.

his shirt and pants forgotten. steps padding to your bathroom. the sweet tired carry of your voice tugging the base of his belly. a sound he wouldn't mind hearing more often. "s'more to feel underneath it". and he can hear the smile over your words. toying with his sore exhaustion till its a mere faint thing playing along his body. coaxing him to endure for the sake of something lighter than wrestling born injuries. his imagination threatening to run wild amidst the quiet of your bathroom. "is that right?" eddie gives. shower running fast and warm as it steps in.

a faint "yeah", blending with the rain over of the water. his movements quick and efficient. letting the heat of the water and the cleanse of your little minty soap subdue him enough till he's toweling off to meet you back on the bed. your robe forgotten. idle along the floor. his palms nearly filled to the brim with impatience as he draws back the covers. a silent maneuvering, skin slipping against skin, his back propped up along your nest of pillows as you settle atop his lap. 

the quiet of the night filling with the wet slip of your mouth against his. a shifting caress along your thighs and the steady growth of heavy breaths. thick fingers everywhere they can touch, prying and slotting till they skim under the pretty pastel sage of your panties. a cautioned touch seeking to breathe life back into the stillness of his memory. wrestling and traveling forcing a slight forgetfulness. but such simple touches is all he needs. the take of your hot needy tongue and the roll over of your hips. thin panties teasing up against the cotton of his boxers till he's groaning and firming up the gentleness of his touch. lips a little less easy and the lick of his tongue more amorous. 

eddie groans. takes a deep fall into his well of adoration. feels a squeezing in his chest and the skid of a shiver up his spine. your thumbs pressing into the grey-black of his beard. lips a deep twist along his till they break. your breaths heavy as he finds sensitive skin to nip at. a trail along the vanilla scent of your neck. 

"love holdin you", his words slipping over your skin. lips pushing into your pulse as he mumbles ardently. "love feelin you all up on me". 

your hips rock into him. fragile panties roughing up against the thick ache of his dick. a sucker for his little words of affirmation. but you've always been that way. subdued easy by his coarse tone and lax demeanor. eager for the full consumption of his touch and his late night mumbling passions. his fingers hot everywhere still. a quick unclasp of your bra before its tossed and forgotten. the bristle of his beard running up against your tender skin. mouth leaving a wet trail in the wake of lingering kisses. tongue led and nipping slight to beautify already beautiful skin. 

his intentions lead him faithfully. the thick pads of overworked fingers taking to a gentleness that melts you into him. firm and secure as he peels away your panties to slot against the slick quiver of your slit. lower lips working to open without much hesitancy as your hips chase the run of them. his mouth finding yours again. never being able to stray too far before they tingle needy and impatient. searching for the fullness that riles them to grow sloppy and singleminded. the wispy charm of moans too broken to be whole working to perform a sweet ache in his belly. throbbing hot and ready as your hips work with a greater fervor. chasing the prod of his fingers. 

"what else do you love?"  your palms cradling his head to keep him close. seeking the security of his adoration. lapping lazily at his tongue. making him dizzy. 

his lips pull away. a short break from their cling to you before his beard his running against your cheek. an aimless knock of his nose against yours as he slips further through the growing mess of your slit. middle and ring fingers gently teasing as they make to dip into you before a sneaky retreat. a cyclic process that dismembers your patience and reduces your little pleasured songs to whines. lips swollen as you search for his again. hips dragging still for friction. for the press of his hard achy dick. another little whine that lets him know just how desperate you are for him.

"love this pretty little face of yours", eddie gives. 

tender kisses to your jaw. your hands cradling him still. 

"love your pretty face too".

and he snorts. thinks you're too deep and lost in him to realize your strange stringing together of words. 

"my mug?", mouth against the seam of yours. "yeah fuckin right".

"m'being serious eddie". your eyes falling into him. the cradle about his head less loose and aimless. fixed in.

a stutter in his chest, the short irregularity just as sweet as your mouth. 

"i hear you baby", taken by the severity of your eyes. the support they give your words. "i hear you". 

a sigh of relief as your body performs good for him. always so good and pliant. dripping messily and clinging desperate as he slots his fingers into you. a surety coming with such deft ministrations. a groan singing heavily from his chest as he roughs you closer. a thick hand prying till they spread you further. an angle that makes the wet stroke of his fingers easier. his tongue lapping at your pulse as your hips grind to fuck against his fingers. his teeth giving into the skin to nip and tug. lazy melodic moans breaking off into the breathy quiet of the room. adoration taking to mix amongst the cool green of his eyes. something like butterfly's bullying his belly, but the feeling lacks that classic shyness so easily attached to it. a heated burden that neither makes him skittish or unsure. settling to live there as you rock over him. your clit messy and swollen as it rushes over the fabric of his briefs. and fuck, maybe the burden is just the overwork of his nerves. body exhausted and sensitive in its own right. 

he'd barely touched you yet and you him. and already he's on the precipice of coming undone like a fucking teenager.

an amused little smile painting into your chest as his head falls there. kissing the hard bud of a nipple. tongue lapping and your pussy clenching along with such a delicious sensation. surrendering to such a sweet burning as you moan still atop him. 

his fingers working diligent still. deepening as they stroke against that wet tender spot that forces your resolve to deadened. legs opening over him more. a steady rhythm in your hips. face tucking into his neck as you kiss and curse delicate at his skin. working yourself to a sweet finish. 

"forgot how soft and warm you are", he rasps. shifting along the pillows to lay against them. "love the way she opens up for me". 

beautiful as ever. fully consumed. pretty lips parted as your jaw goes lax. "right there baby", small and fragile. slipping into the air faint and pleading. 

and who is he not to oblige? who is he not to please you well? 

"yeah? got you feelin good huh?"

"yes". you groan. a light seize over him as you pulse and shudder. soaking his fingers as he strokes you to work through release. catching at his lips for a sleepy kiss. sloppy tongue and your hips rutting still. the night quiet save for the coupling of groans. 

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🎧 | playlist roulette, 500+ follower celebration!

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🎰 -> lip gallagher, carmen berzatto, richie jerimovich, mikey berzatto, sydney adamu, carl grimes, negan smith.

📚 -> smut, angst, fluff etc…

just inbox a character + song and i’ll write a short fic/blurb about it! songs marked 🔥 are exclusively NSFW due to, well… the nature of the song. otherwise, feel free to suggest a genre you’d prefer, or none at all, and i’ll go with the whatever suits it best. i’ve gone with songs that give a good mix of different vibes and ideas for some variety.

artists are in alphabetical order and are from my personal playlists, you’ll find: childish gambino, doja cat, faye webster, kendrick lamar, lana del rey, nicki minaj, paramore, phoebe bridgers, tyler the creator, taylor swift…

☆ childish gambino, heartbeat: ✅

⟡ richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall, and i feel sick.

☆ childish gambino, me and your mama:

⟡ negan smith.

i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la / i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, agora hills: ✅

⟡ carmen berzatto.

somethin' different about you / love it when he hit and smack too / baby, lemme lick on your tattoos / that’s true that i like PDA / take it to a seedy place / suck a little dick in the bathroom.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, cyber sex: ✅

⟡ lip gallagher.

when he off work, he calling me on skype (yeah!) / trust me when i meet him, i’m fucking him on sight (yeah) / lemme see you can beat it, i’m feelin' just like mike (okay, okay).

☆ faye webster, kingston:

⟡ richie jerimovich.

he said, "baby, " that's what he called me, "i love you" / every single word you say makes me feel some type of way / it’s the thought of you that slightly scares me / but it takes my breath away, forget what i was gonna say.

☆ kendrick lamar, father time:

⟡ carmen berzatto.

oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent / oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice / tactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues.

☆ lana del rey, margaret:

⟡ lip gallagher.

alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause / 'cause when you know, you know / and when you're old, you're old / like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring.

☆ nicki minaj, anaconda:

i-i-i’m high as hell, i only took a half a pill / i’m on some dumb shit / by-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? / he can tell I ain't missing no meals.

☆ nicki minaj, pink friday girls:

lookin' for my lipgloss and my liner (liner) / lookin' for me, told him meet me at the diner (diner) / got him smilin' 'cause he know i outshine her ('shine her) / had to pop her just to remind her.

☆ paramore, thick skull:

i am a magnet for broken pieces / i am attracted to broken people / i pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding / and it looks like my fault / and it looks like i’m caught red-handed.

☆ phoebe bridgers, saviour complex:

baby, you're a vampire / you want blood and i promised / i’m a bad liar / with a savior complex.

☆ phoebe bridgers, waiting room:

⟡ sydney adamu.

and i can wish all that i want, but it won't bring us together / plus, i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better.

☆ taylor swift, love story:

⟡ lip gallagher.

that you were romeo, you were throwin' pebbles / and my daddy said, "stay away from juliet" / and I was cryin' on the staircase / beggin' you, "please don't go.”

☆ taylor swift, paper rings:

⟡ lip gallagher.

i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings / uh huh, that's right / darling, you're the one i want, and / i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

☆ tyler the creator, are we still friends?: ✅

⟡ mikey berzatto.

don’t get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact) / don’t say, "goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later) / nah, i can't / i don't want to end this season on a bad episode.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁ .

and on a more serious note: thank you for all the support on my works!! this blog has been my little safespace for indulging in all my silly little thoughts, and it makes me so happy that others can appreciate what i make too.

i’m excited to explore more tv shows and movies and let my blog and writing grow along with my interests, so i hope you’ll all stick around for the ride!

nervous about finally posting this, i’ve been thinking about doing it for a long time….i wanna write every song on here, so i’m really excited about it!!! feel free to send in multiple if you want ;P

[midnightsun-if]

Since some of you have been curious about the ROs parents, I thought I’d just make a comprehensive list for you all! It’ll also help me in having something to easily reference back to when it’s needed.

Arthur Kingston — Father

Personality: Holds a great love for the outdoors — fishing, gardening, bird watching, etc — there isn’t anything like being surrounded by the crisp air of nature. A steadfast presence, never wavering or faltering, Arthur stands by his family through any storm; always willing to be a rock, always willing to shoulder their burdens if it meant they’d smile just a bit brighter.

Appearance: Standing at around 6’6”, Arthur has a lumberjack physique — strong but still looking huggable. Medium brown skin causes the gold within his honey brown eyes to stand out, complementing the dark black of his curly hair; that he typically cuts short, only ever allowing it to grow out during the winter months.

Ursula Kingston — Mother

Personality: Stricter than her husband, Ursula expects order and discipline within her house, but, despite that, she’s extremely loving and never feels more at peace than when her cubs are with her. Even if she’s hard to read at times, and her barking orders can be quite intimidating, there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for her family. The absolute epitome of a mama bear.

Appearance: With a taller stature, around 6’3”, Ursula has a stout physique. Medium brown skin complements the sharp brown of her gaze, allowing for her dark brown curls, that she typically has styled to just beneath her chin, to stand out elegantly. She’s a woman that exudes strength and serenity in equal measures.

Alaric Voltaire — Father

Personality: Alaric is a steadfast man that doesn’t take failure lightly. To some he can seem cruel — even to his own family — but he’s deeply committed to the vampiric race; ensuring its continued survival well into the future. He’s cunning, ambitious, perceptive, and, above all, intelligent enough to use the aforementioned traits of himself like weapons.

Appearance: He’s an imposingly tall man, standing at around 6’9”, with a muscular physique. Chilling sea green eyes, that are reminiscent of an endless winter, offsets the almost boyish onyx curls that frame his face, the longest of which falls to just over his shoulders; bringing focus to the dips of his cheeks and sharpness of his jaw. He has a fair complexion.

Yvonne Voltaire — Step Mother — ⟡

Personality: Yvonne, despite what some may expect, is a gently soft-spoken woman that offsets the chill her husband constantly brings. However, don’t let her sweet smiles and docile disposition fool you — there’s a reason she caught Alaric’s eyes enough for him to marry her. She’s a woman that would do anything to get what she wants or to protect her family.

Appearance: Dwarfed by her husband by a foot, as she stands only at 5’9”, Yvonne makes up for it by the general aura of her presence upon entering a room. Golden white hair falls to the middle of her back in waves, bringing out the honeyed undertone to her porcelain complexion, and complementing the ocean blue of her gaze. She has a slender build with a light musculature.

Lucian Aurelia — Father

Personality: He’s the kind of man to be in the middle of court with his child proudly situated on his thigh. Family, to him, has always meant the most — it’s fortunate that his wife has a propensity for dealing with the nobles and dignitaries. Soft-hearted and soft spoken, it’s of no surprise that many liken him to a teddy bear.

Appearance: Standing at a modest 5’6”, King Lucian has never let what he lacks vertically influence him the slightest. Thick honey-blonde locks of hair fall across his a beige-toned forehead, always being met with a flippant comb-through by his fingers, which brings out the warm gold within his gaze; crimson rarely ever making an appearance. From days of throwing his children into the air, or practicing with his guard, or running through the halls of the palace in a game of tag, King Lucian has developed a rather buff physique.

Elena Aurelia — Mother

Personality: She puts her responsibilities to the Eclipse Throne above all — even if it means she’s absent at times — but Elena has never wavered in shielding her children from any harm; even if her husband is the one they typically go to. Having a quick wit, paired with a silver tongue, and an attention to detail, Elena has done much for the supernatural world as a whole.

Appearance: Queen Elena stands at around 6’4”, her tall stature complementing her lithe physique. Raven black hair, that seems iridescent underneath the sun, falls down to her hips in a beautiful cascade; bringing out the pink hue of her full lips. Golden tanned skin causes the crimson within her dual-colored gaze to stand out, but the soft aureate quality acts as a gentle backdrop.

Dante Grant — Father

Personality: An apex predator, if there was ever one. Dante Grant enjoys the thrill of the hunt, the anticipation that thrums through his being, bloodlust coursing through his veins. He’s sadistic, only rarely showing mercy, but even then you’d probably wish you were dead, and revels in the fear he instills in others. It’s an intoxicating drug that he’ll forever chase the high of.

Appearance: An intimidating man standing at 6’8”, with an olive complexion. Black hair is styled neatly, with the sides cropped short and the top a bit longer, sometimes causing the strands to fall across his forehead. He has dark brown, nearly black, eyes that are as cold as obsidian. Dante has numerous tattoos: both his arms have sleeves, across his chest, and on the left side of his neck. He has a muscular physique.

Lucinda Grant — Mother — ⟡

Personality: Many who meet Lucinda Grant liken her to a viper with one key difference; a viper doesn’t smile before it strikes. Getting people to do her bidding isn’t a challenge — her powers of persuasion making it easy for people to listen; never realizing they’re being played. She’s said to not have a gentle bone in her body, but it’s an unspoken rule to never mess with her pups.

Appearance: Lucinda stands at 6’2”, having a lean physique that belies the strength her lupine form possesses. Dark brown hair, that has soft curls strewn throughout, falls to her shoulder blades, always elegantly styled and maintained. Her golden-olive toned complexion brings out the sapphire blue of her gaze, filled with a cunning intelligence.

Deimos Wilde — Father

Personality: Emotionally unavailable (read: awkward) is one way to put him. He doesn’t truly know how to convey the thoughts within his head into words, which is why they typically translate into actions; even said action is only a pat on the shoulder. Extremely loyal, willing to lay down his life for the pack, he’s tough and won’t ever back down from a fight.

Appearance: Deimos stands at around 6’0”, with an athletic physique. Golden brown skin — marked with a few tattoos — brings out the sharp black of his gaze, the left one being a stony gray — a scar running through the brow to the top of his cheek — after a fight gone wrong. Ebony black hair is cropped short; another scar running from the base of his skull, a little behind his right ear, to the top of his shoulder. He takes great pride in the scars dotted across his body as they showcase his willingness to sacrifice for his pack.

Lyraea Noire — Mother

Personality: One never truly know what’s going on within her mind; a master at carefully choosing her words to never fully commit, or implicate, herself, but still offering some substance to keep someone interested. Flirtatious and seductive, common qualities among succubi and incubi, Lyraea seems to exemplify it — a goddess among them… One that many have tried, and failed, to tie down. Her only true commitment being to that of being a mother.

Appearance: With an hourglass figure, Lyraea complements her stature with the heels that typically adorn her feet; bringing her height of 5’11” to upwards of 6’3”. Shimmering purple eyes, that are reminiscent of an amethyst, bring out the gold within her silvery-blonde hair, allowing for her golden tanned complexion to stand out even more; her skin marked by three tattoos.

Nathaniel Presley — Father — ⟡

Personality: An inquisitive nature is the first thing anyone would take note when it comes to Nathaniel Presley — an undeniable thirst to learn more, to find out the hidden wonders of the world — it’s that exact that he’s passed off to his child. He adores the world and all the wonders it brings — from a mighty waterfall, to a delicate butterfly, and a rolling storm — with an almost childlike sense of awe.

Appearance: Not standing much taller than his wife at about 5’5”. Light brown hair typically falls haphazardly across his forehead, as he typically forgets to style it, which complements the tanned complexion of his skin. Gentle hazel eyes taking in the world from behind thin-rimmed glasses. He has a slender physique.

Althea Presley — Mother

Personality: Home cooked meals and big family gatherings are the crux of who Althea is; extremely family oriented, she’d break her back if it meant getting everything prepared for everyone to enjoy. With a gentle, yet firm, touch, she doesn’t play around when it comes to academics and hobbies, but she’d always support her children in their endeavors — no matter what.

Appearance: Having a stature of only 5’0”, Althea truly brings life to the phrase “tiny but mighty”. Golden brown hair falls to just over shoulders, bringing out the golden undertone to her beige complexion, and complementing the underlying gray within her cobalt blue gaze. She has a petite physique.

⟡ — Symbolizes the RO prefers them over the other; if it’s not included then they don’t have a favorite (or don’t prefer one over the other).

Important Note: Caden has been excluded as they don’t have any (living) parents — and referencing their family in general is spoilers. Blake’s other parent is a mystery in general and Sloane’s family is complicated in general (the only one I can truly reference being their father).

[the-letterbox-archives]

file (1)4-49-000: Iine of dialogue (x2)

thank you so much @gioiaalbanoart for the tag! this is a quote tag game. i'm quite inexperienced in this type of game, but i'm glad i've been tagged in a few. the quotes i was given were "can we keep it?" and "we already had this conversation." i'll be using faye and her mother (gasp, mother reveal) from on kingston alley!

F. O’CALLAHAN is poking something in a red bucket. She laughs as she does, showing the bucket with beaming pride to her mother, when she enters. F. O’CALLAHAN: Can we keep it, Mama? Her mother, M. O’CALLAHAN, peers into the bucket. She recoils instantly, holding back a gag. M. O’CALLAHAN: What is that? It’s disgusting! F. O’CALLAHAN: It’s a frog, Mama. Don’t worry, he’s a good frog! M. O’CALLAHAN: For Christ’s sake, Faye, we already had this conversation. F. O’CALLAHAN: No we didn’t! M. O’CALLAHAN: Yes, we have, Faye. M. O’CALLAHAN snatches the bucket from her daughter, keeping it a safe distance from her own body. M. O’CALLAHAN (cont’d): This is an expensive house, even in such an eyesore town. I won’t have you getting… frog… all over the carpet. F. O’CALLAHAN: But… but he likes me, Mama. M. O’CALLAHAN: I don’t care what the frog likes, Faye, this thing isn’t a substitute for real friends. She holds the bucket higher as F. O’CALLAHAN tries to reach it. M. O’CALLAHAN (cont’d): Human friends. Beat. F. O’CALLAHAN can’t come up with a response right away. F. O’CALLAHAN (sullen): They don’t like me. They think I’m weird. M. O’CALLAHAN: Oh, honey…  For a moment, it’s almost like M. O’CALLAHAN is going to comfort her daughter. M. O’CALLAHAN (cont’d): Nobody’s weird when their mother’s a lawyer. F. O’CALLAHAN (quietly): … Okay. M. O’CALLAHAN (coaxing): Okay? F. O’CALLAHAN (louder): Okay. M. O’CALLAHAN: That’s my girl. Now get rid of this. She hands F. O’CALLAHAN the bucket once more. She goes to move outside to dispose of the frog, but she stops short. F. O’CALLAHAN: I’m sorry, Mama. M. O’CALLAHAN: You’re forgiven. Don’t let it happen again.

this one may be reformatted as a minisode at some point, but i hope you enjoyed it!

your quote is "i'll never forget it." or if you prefer, you can select one that i was given!

tagging @introchasingstars, @honeybewrites, @paeliae-occasionally, @ominous-feychild, @the-golden-comet,

@noxxytocin, @moltenwrites, @tc-doherty, @the-ellia-west, @theverumproject,

@thecrazyalchemist, @laylathewordwitch, @dragonedged-if, @leitereads, @autism-purgatory,

@drchenquill, @fenmere, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @melpomene-grey,

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@davycoquette, @glassfrogforest, @princeofhags, @wyked-ao3, @fantasy-things-and-such, + open tag!

[himbos-hotline]

who are your favorite wrestlers to trans their gender????

The ones I remember off the top of my head

Moxley -> AMAB nonbinary, has top surgery scars due to gynaecomastia. when asked about gender you get "what are you a cop?!"

Wheeler Yuta -> trans man, top and bottom surgery has been done, is super proud of his scars cuz he fought hard to get them! is super happy that mox also the scars cuz sometimes he gets super uncomfy over it

Hook -> also a trans man but in the loose sense of the term. Not really identify as a *man* but is one. has those janky top surgery scars that kinda look like hes just been bitten. Also hes gray ace

Adam cole -> trans woman, on E injections [got super excited on having the girl meds, she forgot she was scared of needles]

The young bucks -> you wave a cis gender at the young bucks and they super kick you. Matty is bigender and nicky is vaguely every gender at the same time.

Orange cassidy -> agender. literally his gender is "whatever"

Chuck taylor -> nonbinary/demi boy, literally wife and husband, mama and daddy you know

eddie kingston -> nobinary as well, doesnt label it because why the fuck should he?!

william regal -> your local gay grandfather, not exactly sure what his gender would be but totally fruity. a safe place for trans wrestlers

Kenny omega -> a very loose term of gender so if he had to label it its totally like a demiboy/gender fawn but for now its just *robot voice* "human male"

Hangman page -> gets too worried and overwhelmed looking into what gender is and so just exists as a bloke. nonbinary tho and would so use they/them pronouns if they were used more and not in place of just "i dont know this persons gender while talking about them"

danhausen -> demon. demons dont have gender

Kris stratlander -> alien, also doesnt have a gender

jack perry -> angry trans man

[koffeesfancy]

How Mikayla reacts to your time of the month

A/N: I was dismayed at the lack of Koffee content on here and decided to do something about it. Feedback appreciated.

You spent the night a few weeks ago and never left. What initially felt like a sleepover, became a beautiful routine of domesticity.

You awoke next to each other with smiles and light wrestling. You'd catch each other's gazes in the mirror while brushing your teeth and laugh. She'd stare as you attempted to style your hair before asking to try and having fun brushing it in different directions.

You'd make her your momma's pancake recipe and she'd put on a kettle for tea. Your legs would be glued to each other's under the table while you ate. You'd wash dishes together, giggling at the silly remixes of songs you'd freestyle.

You'd hug very tightly at the door, making sure Mikayla didn't leave anything behind. You'd sit on the couch, looking out at the hilly view of Kingston before pulling out your laptop for school work.

Normally, you'd be watching Netflix or in the kitchen starting dinner when Mikayla would make it home in the evening, yet today you were nowhere to be found.

"Mama," she called out, depositing her shoes on the rack and keys at the counter. "Gyal, yuh a leave me?" She shuffled around the apartment, opening doors, heartbeat rising thinking you'd left without a word. Almost accepting the sinking feeling of being jilted, she reached for her phone to call you before hearing a noise from the bedroom.

Mikayla opened the closet door to find you in a fortress of pillows and blankets watching a Netflix show on your tablet with headphones. Your eyes squinted and your neck craned up at the bright intrusion of the door being opened.

"Uh-uh Mama, what yuh fi do in here?" she exasperated, climbing into the mess of pillows. A look of relief and amusement enveloped her face.

"Hi, sorry, I didn't hear you come in," you groaned, worming your way deeper into the corner. Mikayla reached over with a frown, checking your forehead with her hand.

"Oh Mama, you're hotting up, we need fi give yuh some medicine," she arose, "and yuh haffi catch yuh bed and sleep," You groaned at that.

"I'm fine, I get like this every month," you say, rolling over onto your side. You heard Mikayla sigh. "Why yuh nuh tell me nuttin, gyal?" she whispered, hands finding your back to give a few rubs.

At your behest, she pulled you free of the blankets and assisted you onto the bed. She left you in the room with a forehead kiss and after a few minutes of clanging cabinets and beeping appliances, returned with an armful of things.

She set them on the nightstand and lifted the bottom of your shirt with a comforting smile. She grabbed a warm towel from the stash and lay it snug over your abdomen.

"Better now?" she asked, a look of endearment reaching her eyes. You blinked and shook your head in affirmation, enjoying the comfort spreading through your aches.

Next, she handed you a steaming cup of tea and rubbed your messy hair as you drank. You sighed in content, earning a laugh from Mikayla. She presented you with the remote and a few snacks before returning to the closet to collect the remnants of your nest.

She returned and stood on the bed, reaching over you to stretch a blanket across the back of the headboard. You looked up with wide eyes to admire the cozy fortress. She chuckled at your amazement and slid next to you to enjoy whatever show you put on the TV. You naturally fell into her side, head resting on her shoulder. Your hands found each others' and locked. This became your favorite time of the month.

[heididthat]

Random Texts between Amaya and Zechariah in no particular order

(Okay the next two go together):

Bonus: how Zechariah told Amaya he loved her:

(He did, in fact, propose in six months)

[kings-paintbrush]

What's a headcanon you have for one of your favorite characters that you take very seriously?

All of my YJ age regression headcanons. For any of them I would DIE on this hill I made by digging the dirt with my BARE HANDS.

ESPECIALLY regressor Lottie and Misty…. And mama Shauna :(((

but uhm in terms of angst. LOTTIESHAUNA. I have lottieshauna brainrot. Any hc I have about them I take so seriously bc it makes me sick. They both blame themselves for Jackie’s death. Lottie would do WHATEVER to make Shauna feel a semblance of comfort although it’s impossible. It’s an endless cycle of misery on both sides.

(But I think I take my agere headcanons the most serious)

Great time to flex the legendary story of Kingston… there used to be SIX Yellowjackets posts on the Yellowjackets Agere tag… then I started requesting and posting and now look at it :3 I’m so proud of me

[timdrakesbussy]

SDV Bachelorettes and Three Songs I Think They Would Listen To

Bachelors here.

(For context, I always see them set in the late 90s so I won't be putting any songs from the turn of the millennium onwards. Also these are my opinions so feel free to disagree or add your own headcanons but be respectful.)

Abigail

Monitor - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Black Planet - Sisters of Mercy

Rid of Me - PJ Harvey

Emily

Let's Groove - Earth, Wind & Fire

Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix

N.I.B. - Black Sabbath

Haley

Like a Prayer - Madonna

Take A Chance On Me - ABBA

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

Leah

Where Have All The Flowers Gone? - The Kingston Trio

The Circle Game - Joni Mitchell

Who Knows Where The Time Goes? - Sandy Denny

Maru

Venus as a Boy - Björk

Space Oddity - David Bowie

Lorelei - Cocteau Twins

Penny

Maybe It's You - Carpenters

My Girl - The Mamas & The Papas

Ode To My Family - The Cranberries

[casasupernovas]

Martha: Bob Marley said the biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman's love with no intention of loving her.

The Doctor: Bob Marley had 1000 baby mamas.

Martha: And how do YOU know that, big man?

The Doctor: Didn't you know Gallifrey is in Kingston 😏 🇯🇲

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Where I Belong Series

Summary: Let’s get small glimpses of Eddie, Salem and Fox’s daily lives. No order required, read it as you wish.

Pairings: Eddie Kingston x Fox (reader), Salem (daughter)

Eddie finds out about Salem’s AEW’s crush

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Salem felt her cheeks flush the minute she spotted MJF coming into the wardrobe department. This was Salem’s safe place whenever you and her came to one of Eddie’s AEW shows. Salem always loved anything sewing related, so this was by far her favorite place to come to as she waited for the show to get started. She never imagined she would bump into her ultimate crush though.

She bit the inside of her cheeks nervously as Max came in the room, he instantly spotted her, and softly frowned before his eyebrows raised “You’re new here. When did you start?”.

Salem felt her cheeks burning like peppers and she was undoubtedly red by now “I- I don’t work here”

“So what are you doing here?” Max narrowed his eyes at her “Are you a newbie or something?”. When Salem shook her head Max tried “Wrestler’s girlfriend?” She shook her head again.

“Affair? Ring rat?”

“No” Salem answered softly and Max heard Cassandra - the head of the wardrobe department - reprimanding him “Max, leave the poor girl alone”.

“What? I’m just asking a question” He shrugged and got closer to Salem “How old are you?”

“18” She mumbled shyly

Max gave her a wide smile and asked “What’s your name?”

“Salem” She mumbled shyly, and Max got even closer to her “You’re pretty cute, Salem, you know that?” He tossed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to his body. Salem felt her cheeks burning at the feeling of Max’s body against hers and the scent of his cologne that would undoubtedly be printed on her shirt.

“Wanna do something after the show, sweetheart?”

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU MOTHERFUCKER?!” Eddie’s loud screams reached Salem’s ears.

“Dad, stop it” Salem murmured at Eddie who was now in front of them

“Woah, woah, woah, hang on. Dad?” Max’s eyes widened in pure shock “Holly shit, Kingston. This is your kid?” He whistled loudly while measuring Salem from head to toe “She’s smoking hot! Damn, her mama must be something else because fortunately, she looks nothing like you”

“I’mma whoop yo ass, boy” Eddie launched forward to hit Max in the jaw, but you quickly tried to hold him back in place. “Eddie, don’t!”

“Dad!” Salem stepped away from Max’s embrace to help you keep Eddie away from Max. Luckily for you, Mox was passing by when he saw the commotion and came in to help keep Eddie from hitting Max.

“Oh, Edward. You lucky son of a bitch! What did you do for your sorry ass to end up with a woman like that? Sure as hell it ain’t money or your ripped body”. Max mocked as Eddie tried to get away from Mox’s grip.

“I’mma kill you, boy! Touch my daughter again and I’mma rip your fucking head off”

“Eddie, please!” You pleaded

“Dad, stop! What the hell?”

“Alright, Max. Get the fuck out” Mox spoke calmly as he felt Eddie trying to escape from his grip

“How am I the bad guy here? Mr. Beast-ton over there is the one who’s clearly overreacting. I was just asking a beautiful girl - who’s 18 by the way - out. What’s wrong with that, Jon? Are you gonna tell me you’ve never asked a hot girl out in your golden years before?”

“And the fact that she’s Eddie’s kid has nothing to do with that?” Mox quirked his eyebrow

“I didn’t know she was Kingston’s daughter - although that doesn’t change a fucking thing. C’mon! She’s gorgeous and hot as fuck! The last person I thought would be her dad is the Yonkers’ Animal over there!”

Eddie tried to swing at Max and that small action caused the younger man to take a step back.

“Get near or touch my daughter again, and I’ll make sure to feed you your dick for breakfast!”

“Feisty, aren’t we?” Max chuckled “Relax, grandpa. I’ll make sure to allow your entrance at the wedding” He winked at Salem who blushed and smiled before he left out the door “See you after the show, sweetheart”. Max announced before you, Mox, and Salem let go of Eddie.

“You’re not meeting that fucking prick anywhere, am I clear?!” Eddie pointed at Salem who just huffed “Dad, give me a fucking break”

“I’m serious, Salem! I’ll fucking handcuff you to the hotel bed if I have to! I don’t want you anywhere near that asshole!”

“So my thoughts don’t count at all?” Your daughter crossed her arms defiantly

“Not if we’re talking about him! If I catch you anywhere near that boy, Salem…So help me God, I’ll lock you up in the basement! And don’t you dare think I’m playing with you, girl. Because you know I’m crazy enough to do it!”

“Argh, fuck off!” She groaned before stomping out of the room.

“Salem!” You reprimanded your daughter, before chasing after her down the hall

“You’re fucking it up, Eddie” Mox warned “The more you try to keep her away from him, the more you’ll incite her to be with him”

“Fuck you! The day your daughter is old enough for pricks to hover over her like fucking vultures you come and talk to me, until then, shut the fuck up!”

Mox chuckled before slapping Eddie on the shoulder “You’re throwing her into his arms with that attitude, man. She’ll stay with him just out of spite if you keep that up. Should I remind you of you and Y/N? Her dad hated your guts and what did that do? It only encouraged you to meet her in every hotel, parking lot, park, movie theater, mall, arena, locker room, or whatever place you could find! Not to mention what you did in all of those places”.

Eddie flipped the bird at Mox who just chuckled in return. “Look, you’re her dad, do whatever you want. I’m just warning you of the possible damages ahead” Mox shrugged “Besides, she already has a huge crush on him, so you’re at a disadvantage here, my man”.

“Salem has a crush on MJF? Salem, MY daughter, MY baby girl, has a crush on the world’s biggest asshole? No, that’s not possible” Eddie chuckled in disdain, but when Mox only nodded, Eddie’s face went pale from fright “How the fuck do you know that?”

“Sae told Renée, and then she came asking me about Max”

“Asking what?”

“Things about how he was really like, you know, day to day. Asked if he had a girlfriend, or if I knew what kind of girls he liked. Then she asked if I thought she stood a chance with him, and finally she said she has this huge ass crush on him. She can’t see him or talk about him without turning red like a fire truck” Mox chuckled “It’s kinda cute, actually. It’s like watching the nerdy girl talk about the hot quarterback”.

“Ain’t nothing cute about that!” Eddie groaned in return “She’s a kid!”

“Oh, for crying out loud, Eddie. She’s 18! Get it over with, papa bear. As much as it hurts me to say, she’s not the 5-year-old who used to come backstage with her purple leggings, sparkling pink tutu skirt paired with your merch, and one of your snapbacks” Mox reached for his friend and squeezed his shoulder when tears pooled in Eddie’s green eyes. “Look, Sae is my goddaughter and I love as if she’s my own kid, Eddie. But we gotta be realistic here, man. The time has come, our little girl has grown up. She’s not a baby anymore”.

“I know she ain’t, man. And sometimes I wish I could go back to that time again. I’m not ready for this whole dating shit to start happening, Mox. I don’t think my heart can take it”

“You’ll make it, Eddie. Don’t be dramatic” Mox chuckled playfully “It’s not easy, and trust me when I say that I’m not looking forward to this happening to me any time soon, but it will eventually, and we gotta brace ourselves for it. Otherwise, how are we gonna be able to punch some asshole’s face after they break our little girl’s hearts?”

“The day that happens, those motherfuckers won’t leave to tell their tale. I can guarantee you that!”

“That’s more like it” Mox slapped Eddie on the back as he teased “At least she didn’t choose the worst asshole in here. It could be a lot worse”.

Eddie huffed a small laugh “How?”

“Well…she could have a crush on Sammy Guevara” Mox shrugged and a loud laugh escaped his lips when Eddie looked at him with pure rage written all over his features.

“You better shut the fuck up, take that back, and knock on wood right fucking now!”