#complete and utter crashout

[3-aem]

That anon must be wilding if clearing your name and defending yourself is "bullying" (you even took time to make sure that smaller account was okay/not getting harassed, two things a genuine bully wouldn't even do). I'm sorry people are still giving you shit for this.

I RETWEETED PAOS POST I LITERALLY DM’D PPL TO STOP HARASSING THEM.

SHORT OF DELETING MY DEFENSE AND LETTING THEM CONTINUE TO SLANDER ME HOWEVER THEY WANT, WHAT THE FK DO THEY WANT FROM ME FR

[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ THE BOYS X CRASHOUT!READER

ᯓ★ reader has serious anger issues, lots of cursing, drinking irresponsibly, violence (not too graphic), reader goes by they/them (gender: New York), I love crashing out

When I say you're a crashout, you are.

How you even got to be apart of the boys in the first place was all because of Mallory.

She knew one way or another that Butcher's pride and ego would cause the team to die, and that nobody would be able to reach his level in order to stop him.

So that's where you come in.

Your mouth dirtier than the sewers of New York and your eyes sharper than any blade to ever be made.

You're literally a ticking bomb.

"You're not doing it right" Hughie said, sitting at the back seat of the van as you try to hot wire it.

It was one of those plans where things had gone completely sideways.

It ALSO happens to be the days where you're most over the edge.

"I don't know man..." You uttered.

"Maybe... maybe SOME BITCHASS M0THERFUCKER WOULD SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP WHINING LIKE A 2 YEAD OLD, WE'D BE OUT OF HERE BY NOW!! WOULDN'T THAT BE WONDERFUL??!?!" You shouted at him and you can see him sinking into his seat each time a word comes out of your mouth.

"R-Right..." He gulps.

Cue another hour of you trying to hot wire the thing.

..

You guys ended up calling an uber.

Anything triggers you, the way someone's breathing, smacking their lips, even the way their eyeballs move. It makes you wanna destroy anything you set your eyes on.

Everytime you're at the office, you're either complaining, shouting, kicking things over or all of the above.

It happens so frequently that the others started to bet what you'd do first and see who wins the cash.

"Oh shit, they're here...!" Frenchie pats Kimiko on the shoulder and they quickly went back to their places, acting as though they have been working the entire time.

Even though you were still walking up the stairs, your loud voice talking over the phone could be heard. The thing is you're not even shouting, that's just the volume and you just can't tone it down.

"Fuck you mean you can't go through with my order!" You raised your voice and the two that were secretly eavesdropping made eye contact with each other.

Clearly anticipating what you'll do next.

You stood by the open window and after a while of whatever it was the person was telling you over the phone. You took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.

The two shared a knowing look.

Oh boy here it comes...

"Okay fine, you can cancel the order. I don't really care" You sighed, almost too calmly and the two were confused, communicating with each other using facial expressions.

"But you know what I care about? WhoeVER THE FUCK APPROVED YOUR SHIT ASS BAKERY!! YOU CANT EVEN MAKE A CAKE ON TIME!! HA AH I MEAN YOU GOT A HIDDEN TALENT OR SOMETHING??!! NO NO, YOU DON'T TELL ME TO SHUT UP!! HOW ARE YOU, A SAD EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING WAS ABLE TO RUIN A CAKE?? EVEN THE KIDS ON THAT FUCK ASS TV SHOW COULD DO BETTER THAN YOU!! I—" You were gonna throw more insults until you stopped at the sound of them hanging up on you.

You stare at your phone for a moment before shouting words like 'fuck' and 'bitch' while at the same time grabbing the nearest vase of flowers and throwing it to the wall.

But that wasn't all, you then proceeded to grab a wooden chair and started smashing it on the flower until it's all completely ruined.

At the same the chair was broken, if the legs didn't break you would have went on.

You were busy catching your breath, the legs of the chair still in your hand and once you look up to see if anyone was watching.

Frenchie and Kimiko were quick to look away, pretending to be busy with the tasks given them.

"Fuck this, I'm getting drunk" You threw what's left of the chair and began walking away.

Once you were gone, Kimiko looked at Frenchie with a smirk, her hand signalling him to give over her bet money.

Here comes the good stuff.

Butcher hates you very dearly.

His accent just magically becomes thicker whenever he's angry.

His british versus your nyc is literally the fight of the century.

"We’re goin’ after that prick tomorrow as told. So if you lot wanna debate like a bunch of schoolgirls at a tea party, I’ll be at the armory loadin" He said, clearly sensing the doubt on everyone's face.

"Let me just be honest. Your plan sucks ass, and it's not the smooth firm ones but the hairy unshaved, shit stained cracks" You said and he looks at you, doing his typical head tilt.

"O yeah? Ya head full of piss couldn’t even plan a fookin’ picnic if a map was stuck to yur face. Now piss of' before I re'rrange ya fookin’ teeth"

"ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER!! REMEMBER YOUR FUCKING VOWELS!"

You both will never get along. That's why in every mission you're paired with not him.

Neither does MM but he has no say in it 🤷‍♂️

He's tried giving you therapy but you just end up getting mad and start hitting things.

"I don't know I'm just born this way" You said, back leaned against the chair. He nods.

"Well have you ever considered taking medication?" He suggested and it ticked you off.

"Medication?? You think I got some fucking mental illness??" He tenses up, realising he has said the wrong thing after making sure he was being careful with his words for the past few minutes.

He lifts both his hands up, as if trying to calm you down as he soothes you by saying

"Alright, that's on me, I was just—"

"NONONO YOU DON'T TALK TO ME IN THAT CALM VOICE. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK ARE?? CHRIS PRATT FROM JURASSIC WORLD?!?!" Without even realising, you were already reaching for his desk lamp and throwing it at him, which he manages to dodge in time.

If you happen to be a supe, this would be your superpower.

Bhad Bhabie got nothing on you.

Homelander's first impression of you was literally you insulting him while you were pinned down by him in a fight.

He still remembers it word for word.

Your insults so wild he forgot what he was even doing anymore.

He prays to never see you again because he does not want to hear more from you. Like how you called him a Facebook's dad wet dream and his suit a rejected Magic Mike costume.

Congratulations, you just gave him another insecurity to think about 😭😭

Regardless of whatever people think of you, you've proven to the team how you're a valuable asset by pretty much being the reason why 50% of the missions were executed well.

Turns out your dirty mouth came with a clean set of skills.

However you also happen to like to get your hands dirty.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Butcher asked as you regroup with everyone else.

Some fabric of your clothes torn and you're completely soaked in blood, but it's not yours so you just grunted at him.

"Doing your fucking job while you were busy getting a blow job by your boss"

Yes, you do have several stress toys which Kimiko got for you but you happen to have this ability to destroy all of them.

So what helps you? Music obviously. If its not that then it's one of your hobbies that feels therapeutic to you.

Obviously it'd be no surprise that a rage room would be one of them.

Except every room is a rage room for you 😞

Even though the boys are scared of you, they still let you stick around because to be fair, everyone's fcked up in the group.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Good Boy | Sub!Jey Uso x Dom!Damian Priest (with a little bit of Switch!Rhea at the end) | SMUT! 18+

Description: Damian Priest puts a Bratty Jey Uso in his place.

Warnings: Degradation, Man handling, Praise, Handjob, Oral, love bites, teasing, edging, swallowing, begging, petnames, face fucking, multiple partners, Dom/sub dynamic - or more particularly Dom/Switch/Switch dynamic.

Requested by: @lov3rla03 and some of her lovely horny anons.

Shoutout to @acute-crashout-jeyuso for the Spanish tips!

My Masterlist can be found here.

It had to have been at least an hour of Damian going off on him in a mixture of English and Spanish for his reckless air headed behavior.

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When Jey had agreed to sharing a hotel room with Rhea and Damian on this live show tour he had no idea Rhea would disappear on them leaving him to get lectured by the big man.

Damian glares at Jey, his eyes burning with anger and frustration. "You're a damn fool, you know that?" he says, his voice low and dangerous. "A complete and utter idiot."

Jey tries to protest, but Damian cuts him off with a sharp glare.

"No, don't even try to defend yourself," he says, his tone cold and dismissive. "Mr. 'I don't have any friends on RAW'. Are you kidding me? You'd rather walk into wargames a man down then ask for my help?"

Damian steps closer to Jey, towering over him with a menacing aura.

"You're so damn stubborn," he says, his voice laced with anger. "You're too damn proud to ask for help when you need it, and now look where it's gotten you."

Jey swallows hard, his eyes darting nervously as he looks up at Damian, but he tries not show it. He sucks his teeth, full of attitude. "Man, you had shit going on, uce."

Damian's eyes flash with anger at Jey's response. He grabs Jey by the collar of his shirt and pulls him closer, their faces only inches apart.

"Watch your mouth, Uso," he growls, his grip tightening on Jey's shirt. "I'm not in the mood for your attitude right now."

Jey tries to wrench himself free from Damian's grip, but it's no use. Damian is much stronger than him and he easily holds him in place.

"You need to learn some respect," Damian says, his voice low and dangerous, his chuckle sinister. He had every intention of showing why he'd at one point been referred to as 'the punishment of the judgement day'.

Damian pushes Jey back against the wall, pinning him there with his body. He leans in close, his breath hot against Jey's ear.

"I forgot, you only respond to being pushed around and bullied, huh?" Damian says, his lips curling into a smirk as he looks at Jey's defiant expression. He loves seeing that look on his face.

Damian runs his fingers along Jey's jawline, his touch gentle yet possessive.

"You know, you look so pretty when you're being all bratty," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "All tough and unbreakable, but I know better."

Damian's hand slides down Jey's neck, his fingers tracing a path along his collarbone before coming to rest on his tattooed chest.

"You might put on a brave face, but deep down, you're just a submissive little toy," he says, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And you know it."

Jey grits his teeth, trying to suppress a shiver as Damian's hand moves over his chest. He can feel his resolve wavering, but he refuses to give in so easily.

"No the fuck I'm not," Jey mutters, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

Damian chuckles, enjoying the effect he's having on Jey. He leans in even closer, his lips hovering just millimeters away from Jey's ear.

"Oh?" he whispers, his voice low and sultry. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy, and you're going to love every second of it."

Damian's hand slides lower, his fingers tracing over Jey's abs before coming to rest on his hip. He pulls him closer, their bodies now pressed tightly.

Damian leans in, his lips brushing against Jey's neck, leaving a trail of kisses along his skin. He knows all of Jey's weak spots, and he's not afraid to use them to his advantage.

"You can't resist me," he murmurs, his breath hot against Jey's ear. "No matter how hard you try to be a little brat, you always end up submitting to me."

Damian's hands roam over Jey's body, exploring every inch of him as he continues to tease and torment him. He knows exactly how to make Jey's knees weak and his resolve crumble.

"Now, let's get you out of those clothes." Damian grins.

Damian takes a step back, his eyes roaming over Jey's body with a hungry gaze. He slowly begins to undress him, taking his time to tease and savor every moment.

As he removes each article of clothing, Damian leaves a trail of kisses and bites along Jey's skin, marking him as his own. He takes particular pleasure in the little gasps and moans that escape Jey's lips as he's stripped bare.

"Expect me not to believe you're a submissive lil toy when you run around in these slutty ass crop tops, Jey?" Damian chuckled condescendingly.

Jey flushes with embarrassment at Damian's words, but he can't deny the truth in them. He knows how much Damian loves seeing him in those crop tops, and how much it drives him crazy.

"Shut up," he mutters again, but there's no real bite to his words this time. He's already starting to lose control.

Damian chuckles again, enjoying the way Jey's body responds to his touch, the way his breathing quickens.

"You're so easy to rile up," he says, his hands sliding down to Jey's hips, pulling him closer. "And you're even easier to break."

Damian's lips find their way back to Jey's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. He knows that Jey's neck is one of his most sensitive spots, and he takes full advantage of that knowledge.

He can feel Jey's body trembling in his arms,

Damian's hand wraps around Jey's cock, his touch firm and deliberate. He begins to stroke him slowly, taking his time to build up the tension and tease him mercilessly.

He watches Jey's face closely, enjoying the way his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open in a silent gasp. He knows that Jey is already close to the edge, but he has no intention of letting him reach it just yet.

Damian smirks, enjoying the sight of Jey completely at his mercy. He can see the desperation in his eyes, the need for release that he's denying him.

"Not yet," he says, his voice low and commanding. "You don't get to come until I say so."

Jey whimpers, his body arching towards Damian's touch. He's aching for release, but he knows better than to disobey Damian.

"Please," he whispers, his voice ragged with need. "Please, I need to come."

Damian grins at Jey's plea, enjoying the power he has over him. He continues to stroke him, keeping a slow and steady pace that's driving Jey insane.

"Not. Yet." Damian practically growls.

Jey moans, his body trembling with need. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he knows that Damian won't let him go over until he's good and ready.

"Please, please, please," he begs, his voice rising in desperation. "Papi, Please.."

Damian's heart skips a beat at the sound of Jey calling him "Papi". It's a term of endearment that he secretly loves, and it only serves to make even more possessive and dominant.

He quickens the pace of his strokes, his grip on Jey's cock tightening as he watches his lover fall apart.

Jey's body is taut with tension, every muscle clenched as he struggles to hold back his orgasm. He's on the brink, so close that he can almost taste it.

But Damian isn't done yet. He slows his strokes again, keeping Jey right on the edge but not letting him fall over.

Jey lets out a frustrated cry, his body practically vibrating with need. He's so desperate to come that he's almost sobbing, tears streaming down his face as he begs and pleads for release.

Damian grins, enjoying the sight of Jey so completely undone. He loves seeing him like this, reduced to a begging mess by his touch alone.

Damian finally takes pity on Jey, increasing the pace of his strokes once again. He knows that his lover can't hold on much longer, and he's determined to make this orgasm as intense as possible.

"Come for me, baby," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Let go."

Jey's body arches off the bed as he finally, finally, reaches his peak. He comes with a shout, his cock pulsing in Damian's hand as he spills over his own stomach.

Damian watches him with a satisfied smile, his eyes dark with lust. He loves seeing Jey come undone, knowing that he's the one who caused it.

Damian grins as he watches Jey come down from his orgasm, his chest heaving and his body still trembling from the aftershocks. He leans in, his tongue flicking out to lick up the cum that's splattered across Jey's stomach.

He takes his time, savoring the taste and the way Jey shudders under his touch. He licks and sucks at the skin, making sure to clean up every last drop.

Once he's finished, Damian sits back and admires his handiwork. Jey is a mess beneath him, his skin flushed and sweaty, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Damian runs his hands up and down Jey's thighs, his touch possessive and soothing at the same time. "You're so beautiful like this, Caríno.." he murmurs, his eyes roaming over Jey's body hungrily. "All spent and exhausted."

Jey lets out a soft moan, his body still tingling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He's exhausted, but he can feel his arousal building again as Damian continues to touch him.

Damian can sense the shift in Jey's body, the way his muscles tense and his breathing quickens again. He grins, knowing that he is already ready for more.

"Be a good boy and suck my cock, Jey."

Jey nods weakly, his eyes still hazy with pleasure. He struggles to push himself up onto his elbows, but he manages to scoot forward and position himself between Damian's legs.

He looks up at Damian with a mix of adoration and desire, his lips parted and waiting.

Damian watches as Jey takes him into his mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he's engulfed in the wet heat of his mouth. He tangles his fingers in Jey's messy brown curls holding him in place as he starts to thrust gently into his mouth.

"That's it, baby," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "Just like that."

Jey's mouth is perfect, taking Damian's cock all the way down to the base without complaint. He relaxes his throat, allowing Damian to take control and use his mouth as he pleases.

Damian moans, his grip on Jey's hair tightening as he begins to fuck his mouth in earnest. He knows that Jey can take it, that he loves being used like this.

Jey's eyes flutter closed as he focuses on pleasing Damian, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock with each thrust. He can feel Damian getting close, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate.

Damian's breathing grows ragged, his hips jerking as he gets closer and closer to the edge. He looks down at Jey, his expression one of pure pleasure and adoration.

With a final, rough thrust, Damian comes undone. He spills down Jey's throat, his body tensing as he rides out his orgasm.

Jey swallows everything he's given, his eyes locked on Damian's face as he watches him come apart.

Damian pulls out of Jey's mouth, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He looks down at Jey, a mixture of affection and possessiveness in his gaze.

"You're incredible," he says, his voice still rough from his orgasm. "You take me so well, baby."

Jey smiles up at him, his lips swollen and slick with spit. He leans into Damian's touch as he reaches out to stroke his hair, his body humming with satisfaction.

"Anything for you, Papi," he murmurs, his voice hoarse from the abuse to his throat.

Damian pulls Jey up into his lap, holding him close as they both come down from their respective highs. He runs his hands up and down Jey's back, his touch gentle and soothing.

"You're all mine," he whispers, his lips brushing against Jey's ear.

Jey snuggles into Damian's chest, feeling safe and protected in his embrace. He lets out a contented sigh, basking in the afterglow.

"Always," he whispers back, his arms wrapping tightly around Damian's waist.

"You share with Rhea though." Jey corrected with a sly grin.

Damian chuckles, his grip on Jey tightening slightly. "Mhm, She is the only exception, Amor."

Jey and Damian both adore her. Jey was a switch and so was Rhea. Damian was the only one in their little trio with no submissive bone in his body.

They have a unique dynamic, with Damian being the dominant one in their relationship and Rhea and Jey switching between dominating and submitting to each other but Damian always being truly in charge. It works for them, and they're all incredibly happy with their arrangement. A little group of best friends who happen to fuck and be madly in love. "Where is Mami anyway?" Jey asked

Damian chuckled again, running his fingers through Jey's hair. "Probably plotting our downfall, as usual," he teased. "She had some business to attend to earlier, but she should be back soon."

As if on cue, the door to the room bursts open and Rhea strides in, a smirk on her face. She takes in the scene in front of her, Jey curled up in Damian's lap, both of them still looking thoroughly debauched.

"Well, well, well," she chuckles. "What do we have here?"

Damian grins up at her, his arms still wrapped tightly around Jey. "Just having a little fun with our boy," he says, his voice playful. "But now that you're here, we can have even more fun."

Rhea saunters over to the bed, her eyes glinting with mischief. She climbs onto the bed and straddles Damian's lap, effectively trapping Jey between them.

"I see you've been busy," she says, her gaze raking over Jey's body. "Baby boy looks so wrecked."

Jey shivers under her gaze, his body responding to her presence even as he's still recovering from his earlier orgasm.

Damian chuckles, his hands sliding down to grip Jey's hips. "He's still sensitive," he says, his voice low and rough. "But I'm sure we can coax another orgasm out of him."

Rhea grins wickedly, her eyes locking onto Jey's. "Oh, I'm sure we can," she purrs. "He's such a good boy, always willing to please."

She reaches out and cups Jey's cheek, her touch gentle but possessive. "Isn't that right, my sweet?"

"Yes, Mami." Jey agreed.

[bardthestoner]

also I've been yapping alot today about karrion's (completely justified) crashout and the bullshit that is l*gan p*ul's existence, but I've got more to yap about.

THE COMPLETE AND UTTER DISRESPECT

of giving RANDY ORTON, A GODDAMN LIVING LEGEND, ONE OF THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME,

A FUCKING TWO MINUTE MATCH AT

HIS 20TH WRESTLEMANIA!!!!!!!!!!

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?!?!?

he deserves so much better. AND SO DID JOE!!! THE MAN HAS BEEN WORKING HIS ASS OFF FOR YEARS, HES AN INCREDIBLE ATHLETE, AND A WORLD CHAMPION. HIM AND RANDY COULDVE GIVEN US A BANGER MATCH!!

BUT NO!!! WE HAD TO MAKE SURE LOGAN PAUL HAD A LONGER MATCH

AND TO FILL THE SLOT THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RANDY ORTON AND KEVIN OWENS, A MATCH MONTHS IN THE MAKING, WITH TWO OF THE BEST IN THE BUISNESS WITH A SQUASH MATCH IS COMPLETE BULLSHIT AND IS PLAIN DISRESPECT TO THESE MEN AND WHAT THEY DO!!!!!!

[del-stars]

if the marauders were singers/musicians what type of singers/musicians would they be

this turned into fame au rambling oops

in my head sirius black is charli xcx. like he would be suchhh an internet hotgirl, veryyyyy brat very mugler/jean paul gautier. most of his music is club bops abt partying doing drugs and being obsessed with yourself. i doooooo think it would be a very carefully crafted persona, like he's going for this messy partygirl chic and does achieve it but it is incredibly planned/intentional. he would have a largeeee cult fanbase, model on the side, and inevitably have some sort of early-2000s popstar public crashout that he then uses to promote his next album

i've always seen remus as like a johnny cash figure........ old country, very strong sense of identity. i think he would have an extreme humility to him as an artist - someone who is primarily concerned with making good songs because they deserve to be heard, and all the fame and fortune can come later. he would be incredibly awkward onstage and not show a whole lot of personality in the press. his music is very boygenius/noah kahan/hozier to me and so yes his fanbase is lesbians

peter pettigrew for more than just fc reasons is very lewis capaldi to me, maybe a bit ed sheeran or early sam smith. very heartbreaking love ballads, mostly about losing someone or unrequited love. incredible gift as a songwriter and writes for a lot of other singers

why do i feel like james is the frontman of a boyband... there's something very 2014 harry styles coming to me from him.... like trying a bit too hard, complete and utter heartthrob, loving every single second of it.... i do think he would make very classic pop music, very slightly indie-leaning bops mostly about love and partying

marlene mckinnon is complete and utter rockstar. loves her guitar, very outspoken, very does not give a fuck. she gives me amy taylor from amyl and the sniffers - 70's vibe, rock music mostly speaking out against the establishment, a bit coy but nevertheless completely herself in the media

lily my lily is the indie singer/songwriter goddess of the century. i think aesthetically very the last dinner party or florence welch - very witchy cottagecore, folk music, connecting completely with her audience. a lot of her music is about finding yourself or connection to something greater than yourself etc

mary is sabrina carpenter do i even need to explain. tho i do think a lot abt her as charli and sirius as troye.... more on that later. she is an ultrafemme popstar, brand is centred on her beauty and icon status. solidifies herself as an it-girl for generations to come

[new-berry]

not sure how you feel about gerlonso but this made me cackle and also think about a third option to the teammate transfer - we've seen the miserable/betrayed teammate left behind; we've explored the glorious revenge shag; but i'm not sure if i've seen the complete and utter crashout/spiral reaction explored much yet. any thoughts?

https://www.tumblr.com/virgilvandijk/786690972744548352?source=share

Xabi is playing the loooong game. He waited and waited and waited and will soon post increasingly deranged “look at me and TRENT I stole your scouser!” Posts.

And honestly I appreciate that.

He likes sex in the dark he likes Trent to talk. Not Spanish though.

[cherrydyedsocks]

shikajin thought

inojin: people always say and think I'm the most dramatic in this relationship, but they've never had to witness a shikadai nara crashout. after your fifth one you're entitled to a custom mug.

shikadai: I do not 'crash out'. you are way more dramatic than I ever am.

inojin: you may be mis led by the fact he's nara, and they are very calm and easygoing. which is typically true in shikadai's case, but it's important to note he's only half. the other half? is where the temper comes from.

shikadai: name one time

inojin: literally last tuesday. on the mission

shikadai: well if the guy we were supposed to be guarding would just have listened we would have never walked in an ambush! it's not my fault he's a complete and utter idiot, without an ounce of sense-

inojin: I present exhibit A

shikadai:

shikadai: who are you even talking to?

[sweetbobas]

thinking about ichiro's completely unhinged crashout if he ever fought afo. like, the complete and utter rage he feels. this is the man who took his childhood love from him and is using him as a puppet, stole the quirk of his boyfriend, nearly killed his aunt, hurt his students, took him from tomura...

i doubt he'd be able to control himself. completely succumbed to anger and resentment. a lifetime of pain and suffering boiling to the surface while still in a body he doesn't fully understand. a body he doesn't fully control, instincts he can't comprehend or reign in...

[kozykricket]

another day added to the streak of “didnt have a complete and utter crashout”

[express-archives]

🌻 the beast-yeast storyline except its chaos!beast jumping and running around discipline!ancient in circles and going "join me join me join me join me! join the chaos!" completely forgetting about the soul jam while discipline!ancient is just trying their hardest to not lose it (they are five seconds and one inconvenience away). it'd be very funny i think HJAHAJ

ohhh alice in wonderland kind of chaos... but way worse and actually dangerous– the kind of chaos that once you fall into it you don't know if you'll ever get out of it... and honestly you're not sure if you even want to, for once allowed to do as you please and not bother following the rules, enjoying the restraint-free life, unaware you're just descending further and further into the chaos. just a thought. yeah sm has nothing on them HAJAHSH

i even asked my friend if maybe they know a word that could come close to describe this all but. we got only one which is lethargy– lack of energy and enthusiasm, unwillingness to do anything 💔 its close, i guess not exactly what we are looking for but then i dont think we are going to find anything thats a 100% match

thing is i also fw with both HAHA love the possible dynamic chaos!beast and discipline!ancient could have, love the general idea of creativity as the virtue AHHHH the choice is hard... very hard.

AHHH SO TRUE their dynamic could genuinely be so much fun to explore..... chaos!beast does not even gaf about the soul jam anymore, they fr just want an Evil Friend to commit Evil Misdeeds and Mischiefs with /j /lh you know, all of the ancients have a crashout sprite. i think discipline!ancient needs one after this too

OHHHHHJ MY GODDDD SO TRUE HOLY SHIT?!?!?!?!?!?! and that is the allure of chaos!beast, the thing that draws you in and sinks its claws into your soul (jam) and makes it hard to pull back and resist—its the pure and utter freedom that their chaos promises, the lawlessness, the CHAOS!!!!!! sm has nothing on them fr. as shadow milk offers the sweetness of lies, as mystic flour offers the relief of apathy, as burning spice offers... something 💀 (/LH I HAVEN'T PLAYED THAT CHAPTER YET NGL), so too does chaos!beast offer the hysteria of true and full free will. i love that for them

yeah i think lethargy is definitely close but doesn't quite hit the mark sadly 😔 it would definitely be hard if not impossible to get that 100% match but i swear there has to be some kind of word for it AUGH

hmm well... should we. like. spin a wheel to decide or something HAJSJSKSHS i genuinely love both of these ideas so much (and i could ABSOLUTELY cook with either of the two ancients, i've got ideas for both HAHA; i suppose the question to ask here is which beast do you feel like you would enjoy working with more, if you have a preference?)

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Financial Times Goes Wobbly on Brexit No Deal Impact

Digital Elixir Financial Times Goes Wobbly on Brexit No Deal Impact

The Financial Times has done a lot of important reporting on Brexit, such as being early to warn of the utter lack of customs IT systems preparedness (Customs was almost certain to be getting an inadequate upgrade planned before Brexit in place late) and on the number of agreements the UK would need to renegotiate. But it would also run the occasional too-obviously-planted story, such as ones that took the City’s demands way too seriously.

Today the Financial Times published a supposedly important story (a “Big Read”) on the impact of a Brexit crashout that was stunningly uninformative. Any two posts on Richard North’s blog would be more educational.

It may be that the authors were trying to say something new and the piece didn’t come together well by deadline. But it gives the impression that the analysis, such as it is, was poorly framed so as to make the impact seem less bad and to give near-equal play to harm suffered by the EU.

Having said that, it does have an important chart near the top:

But then it breathlessly promises to tell readers where “the biggest impacts” from a crash out might be, and comes up with an apples and stinky fruit set of categories:

Data flows Financial services Customs Transport Fisheries

Huh? These aren’t commensurable.

Two, financial services and transport, are industry sectors, so for instance, transport includes airlines, Eurostar, and truckers. Fisheries is just one industry. The impact of data flows and customs cuts across many industries, and this short article does not do a great job of parsing that out. By contrast, Richard North has done many deep dives on how the imposition of a hard border between the EU and UK will affect documentation requirements, compliance, and other controls. For instance, North anticipates that a hard Brexit would wipe out the UK live animal shipment business. Herds would be slaughtered because animals once destined for export could not be sold due to the double whammy of tariffs and non-tariff trade barriers, meaning no longer being in compliance with EU regs by virtue of being outside the EU (and not having replacement mechanisms in place). On top of that, North anticipates that these farmers won’t even be able to sell in the UK after they’ve thinned their herds. The UK will almost certainly eliminate tariffs on food imports, which would make these farmers uncompetitive.

The piece reaches conclusions for each item, in order:

VERDICT: Both the UK and the EU face equal damage.

VERDICT: A key part of UK economy faces significant disruption.

VERDICT: The UK is likely to be disproportionately hit by disruption.

VERDICT: Both sides will face temporary disruption.

VERDICT: EU stands to lose more than UK.

It looks like the list was constructed to create the impression that the two sides would suffer similar levels of damage, while conceding the UK will take the worse hit. But come on. The EU is not going to have to worry about food shortages. The EU is not going to have to worry about manufacturers that are party of global supply chains see their non-UK-end-market business stripped from them over time. And US and EU firms will try to take advantage of the hit to the City. Even if UK firms hold their own, the cost will still be loss of UK-based activity.

The section on data flows is so vague on what the practical impact on particular businesses would be so as to make the problem sound trumped up, particularly since Silicon Valley ignores rules and boundaries until a big regulator tries to hit key players between the eyes with a two by four….which usually turns out to be more like a ruler. No one has been willing to impose fines big enough to make the law-breakers scream “uncle”.

Maybe Clive can translate but despite the apparent illegality of post-crashout data transfers, I don’t see a mechanism by which the officialdom readily finds out about misconduct, much the less intervenes. And it appears the issue is personal data privacy. Can’t firms get waivers from customers?

Specifically:

Vast volumes of personal digital data from EU and UK citizens are transferred by businesses and public sector bodies across the English Channel every day.

Under no-deal, the legality of these data flows will be under question, having an impact on businesses including tech groups, healthcare companies or any services that deal with EU customers. 

The disruption to data flows would be a significant barrier to trade and in the worst cases could force British companies to halt their European operations.

A system of contractual clauses offered by Brussels, allowing non-EU companies to carry out data transfers in compliance with European law, could offer a fallback….small and-medium sized enterprises have little awareness of what a hard Brexit means for them and the contingencies available. 

In the longer term, the UK says it wants to sign an agreement on data-flows with the EU that would effectively treat Britain as if it was still a member state….but Brussels officials have warned it could take “years” for it to be concluded.

In practice, one would assume that government-related data transfers would be held up unless it suited the EU to give interim relief. Elsewhere, query how the EU would find the point of entry to intervene.

Other parts have me again scratching my head. For instance, the comparatively cheery section on transport ignore draft EU ownership rules that could give some important UK carriers real grief. From AirlineGeeks in February:

The measured proposed by EU officials in a draft law, involves European carriers requiring at least 50 pecent EU ownership and control in order to obtain or maintain full flying rights across the continent. This presents additional challenges for some of the region’s most important airline groups to maintain operations within the EU bloc and will potentially require the forced sale of UK and non-EU owned shares from some operators to meet legislative measures.

EasyJet, on one hand, has been preparing for such scenario, by increasing EU ownership on UK registered EasyJet plc, which owns EasyJet’s subsidiaries in Austria and Switzerland to meet European Union requirements on ownership and control. Up to now, 47 percent of EasyJet plc shares have already been transferred to European owners.

On the other hand, under its current ownership structure, only 25 percent of IAG’s shareholders are from within the European Union, which is causing concerns amongst EU officials.

The parent company of British Airways and Iberia, presented a contingency plan late last year in case of a non-deal Brexit; which would involve individual airlines being domestically owned through trusts and companies in order to maintain operating rights in both the UK and the EU. Yet, this move has been questioned by authorities as it would maintain IAG’s headquarters in London, with Iberia, Vueling and Level being based in Spain; raising further questions about the group’s ownership structure post-Brexit.

To allow airlines time to find a way around this, EU officials have proposed a seven-month grace period for airlines to present a plan that complies with EU ownership legislation.

Some of this may have been resolved but if so, the press has been slow on updates.

And this bit is maddening:

UK truckers — the lifeblood of goods trade with the EU — will be granted temporary haulage rights to ensure “basic connectivity” to help minimise disruption and queues at ports like Calais. The measures will stay in place until the end of 2019 but restrict UK lorries to limited deliveries in the EU.

This completely misses the point that UK truckers do round trips into the EU carrying loads both ways. “Limited deliveries” will wreck their routes and their economics. And what will fill in? Plus “to the end of 2019” is hardly any time.

You get the picture.

Is the pink paper punting on tough Brexit talk? Its comment section has a surprisingly high representation of Brexit cheerleaders given its presumably high London/finance industry readership. Or was it just having a bad day?

Financial Times Goes Wobbly on Brexit No Deal Impact

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The Nanny | Solo Sikoa x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: The truth comes out.

Chapter: 6/6

Face Claim: Jasmine Cephas Jones

Warnings: Angst, Arguing, Utter chaos, Toxic parent, Punishment, Dom/sub, spanking, praise, masochism, teasing, riding, degradation, edging, p in v.

This is the Solo x Amanda sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits, Kiss It Better and Baddie and The Beast. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

My masterlist can be found here.

Word count: 5,482

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @acute-crashout-jeyuso @adoreesun

The room is filled with laughter and chatter as everyone gathers at Marina and Cove's first birthday party. Friends and family are gathered around the large table, admiring the beautifully decorated cake and the adorable twins in their matching outfits.

Solo and Amanda are standing together, holding hands and laughing with the others. Amanda seems to be on her best behavior, acting as though nothing is wrong and that everything is perfect.

Kiley spots Iris and Roman across the room and makes her way over to them, a determined look on her face.

Kiley pulls out the folder she received from Tatiana and hands it to Iris. "I have something important to show you," she says, her voice low and serious.

Iris takes the folder, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What is this?" she asks, opening the folder and starting to read the contents.

Roman looks over Iris' shoulder as she reads, his expression growing more and more concerned with each page. They exchange a glance, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Iris' eyes flash with anger as she finishes reading the report. She slams the folder shut and turns to Roman, her voice shaking with fury. "This lying sniveling little bitch lied about her qualifications to take care of our children so she can get to Solo," she says, her eyes blazing. "I will take her to court and fucking destroy her. She showed me a fraudulent early childhood education degree."

Roman quickly grabs Iris' arm, holding her back as she tries to lunge at Amanda. "Babygirl, calm down," he says, his voice firm but soothing. "Not here, not now."

Iris struggles against Roman's grip, her anger making her wild. "Let me go!" she snaps, her eyes fixed on Amanda who is looking around in confusion. "LET ME THE FUCK GO, ROMAN." She shouts, later consequences for yelling at the tribal chief be damned. And the stunned expression on his face most definitely told the story that Iris wouldn't be walking correctly or sitting comfortably after he gets his hands on her later. For now though, she's in mama bear mode.

Jey rushes over to help Roman, wrapping his arms around Iris from behind and holding her tightly. "You need to calm down, sis," he says, his voice calm but firm. "This isn't the time or place."

Everyone's eyes were now on the scene unfolding.

The twins were starting to cry, their innocent little faces scrunching up in confusion and fear. Solo, who was standing beside Amanda, looks completely bewildered by the commotion.

Jax and Myra quickly rush to pick up the twins, holding them in their arms and soothing them gently. They whisper calming words to the babies, trying to distract them from the chaos.

Iris, still seething with anger, manages to compose herself enough to fire Amanda on the spot. "You're fired," she says, her voice shaking with rage. "Get out of my house and never come back."

Amanda looks stunned and taken aback by the sudden dismissal. She glances at Solo, who is watching the scene with a mix of surprise and concern. "But...I..." she starts to say, but Iris cuts her off.

"GET YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT or I will have you arrested for trespassing. I'll sue you and take every penny your bitchass mama has." She says.

Amanda's eyes widen in fear at the threat, and she quickly scurries out of the room, grabbing her things and fleeing the house. The party atmosphere has completely dissolved, replaced by a tense and uncomfortable silence.

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Amanda leans against the wall outside, tears streaming down her face as she waits for her uber. She can't believe she was dumb enough to go along with her mom's plan.

Solo walks up to Amanda, his expression stern and demanding. "What the hell was that about?" he asks, his voice firm.

Amanda looks up at Solo, her face streaked with tears. "I...I can explain," she says, her voice trembling.

Solo crosses his arms and waits for her to continue, his eyes narrowed. "Then explain. I'm waiting."

Amanda takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "My mom..." she starts, but the words get caught in her throat.

Solo raises an eyebrow, his patience running thin. "Your mom what? Spit it out, Amanda."

Amanda finally blurts out the truth. "My mom convinced me to get close to you guys and marry into the family. First with Zilla but then he ended up with Kiley and I got fired. So she got me a fake resume and a fake degree so I could get hired as the Nanny for Iris and Roman, so I could get close to you..." she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Solo stares at her in shock and disbelief. "You're kidding me, right?" he says, his voice laced with anger. "You faked a resume and degree just to get close to me?"

Amanda nods, tears streaming down her face again. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice cracking. "I know it was wrong and stupid, but my mom made me do it. She said it was the only way I could get out of this dead end life."

Solo's heart breaks as he realizes the truth. He had genuinely started to develop feelings for Amanda, but now he realizes that she was only using him for his family's wealth.

He takes a step back, his expression a mix of hurt and anger. "I can't believe I fell for your lies," he says, his voice filled with disappointment. "I thought you actually cared about me."

Amanda reaches out to him, her eyes pleading. "I do care about you, Solo," she says, her voice desperate. "At first, yes, I only cared about the money, the fame. But as I got to know you and your family, I started to care about you as a person. Please believe me."

Solo turns his back on Amanda and walks away, his heart heavy with betrayal. He doesn't want to hear her excuses or apologies. All he can think about is the fact that she had used him and his family for her own gain.

Amanda watches as he walks away, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She knows that she has lost him forever, and that the chance of ever having a real relationship with him is gone.

Amanda arrives at her mother's house, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She is met with a barrage of insults and accusations from her mother, who is furious that her plan failed.

"You stupid girl!" Beatrice shouts.

"You had one job, and you couldn't even do that right," she continues, her voice filled with venom. "You had Solo wrapped around your finger and you blew it. Now what? We're back to square one."

Beatrice paces back and forth, her anger palpable. "We need a new plan, and fast. We can't let this opportunity slip away," she says, her eyes narrowing as she thinks.

For the first time in her life, Amanda feels a spark of defiance and determination. She takes a deep breath and stands up to her mother.

"No," she says firmly. "I'm done being your pawn. I'm done letting you control my life and use me for your own gain."

Beatrice looks taken aback, clearly not expecting her daughter to stand up to her.

"Excuse me? I brought you into this world-" she says, her voice dripping with disbelief.

"Yeah, yeah and you can take me out. You heard me," Amanda says, her voice gaining strength. "I'm done with your schemes and manipulation. I'm going to live my own life and make my own choices."

Beatrice's face turns red with anger. "You ungrateful little brat!" she spits out. "After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me?"

Amanda takes a step back, but her resolve doesn't waver. "Everything you've done for me? You mean using me as a tool to further your own ambitions? To manipulate people and get what you want?"

Beatrice's eyes flash with fury. "You're so naive, Amanda. You don't know anything about the real world. You need me to guide you, to take care of you."

Amanda shakes her head. "No, I don't need you. I can take care of myself. I'm done being a puppet on your strings. I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back."

With that, Amanda turns and walks out the door, not looking back. She feels a weight lifted off her shoulders as she leaves her mother's toxic influence behind. For the first time in her life, she is truly free to make her own choices and live her own life.

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Solo sits at the table in the kitchen, nursing a glass of whiskey. Jacob and Myra, sit across from him. He'd gone to their place after shit hit the fan at the birthday party.

Jacob and Myra listen as Solo pours out his heart, telling them everything that had happened with Amanda. They listen patiently, offering comforting words and a sympathetic ear.

As Solo continues to talk, his voice grows thick with emotion. He can't believe that he was fooled by Amanda, that he had let himself fall for someone who only wanted him for his money.

"I feel so stupid," he says, shaking his head. "I should have seen through her lies from the beginning."

Myra reaches out and places a comforting hand on Solo's arm. "You can't blame yourself for falling for her," she says softly. "Amanda was good at manipulating people, she had us all fooled too. Well, everyone but me and LeLe." she says, Myra had been ready to ride as soon as Kiley had said who Amanda was. One thing Myra was always gon do is be there for her bestie.

Solo looks up at Myra, grateful for her understanding. "I just feel so betrayed," he says, his voice breaking. "I thought I could trust her, It hurts like hell. And the worse part? I think I still love her."

Jacob nods, "Love is complicated and scary, Uce," he says. "Especially when you've been hurt by it. But you're a strong man, Solo. You'll get through this."

Solo takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He knows that Jacob is right, but it's hard to let go of the pain and the love he still feels for Amanda.

"I just don't know how to move on from this," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Myra gives Solo a sympathetic smile. "I know it's hard, but you have to give yourself time to heal," she says. "It's okay to be angry and hurt, but don't let it consume you. Take it one day at a time, and remember that you are loved and supported."

Solo nods, taking in Myra's words. He knows that she's right, that he needs to take things slow and give himself time to process everything that has happened.

"Thank you," he says, looking at both Myra and Jacob. "For being here for me, for listening. I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Myra reaches out and gives Solo a tight hug. "You don't have to thank us," she says. "We're family, and family looks out for each other."

Jacob nods in agreement, clapping his cousin on the back. "We're always here for you, Uce. No matter what. We love you, Solo."

Solo takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of comfort and relief wash over him.

"You know what? I think I'm feeling a bit better," he admits. "Ion know if it's the whiskey or the talking."

"Either way, you gon have to Uber on home so yo cousin can dick me down already." Myra jokes to lighten the mood.

Solo laughs at Myra's joke, grateful for the moment of levity. He shakes his head, a smirk on his face. "Alright alright. I'm out. Have fun you too."

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Amanda arrives at the WWE live show that weekend, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. She had been thinking about Solo constantly over the past week, and she couldn't get his hurt expression out of her mind. She knew she needed to apologize to him, even if it meant risking getting arrested for sneaking backstage.

Amanda finds a way to slip backstage, using her charm and wit to get past security. She moves through the corridors, trying to find Solo's locker room. Her heart pounds in her chest as she searches, knowing that she might not be welcome here.

Finally, she finds the right locker room, the one labeled 'bloodline' and takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. She waits anxiously, hoping that Solo will answer.

After a moment, the door swings open. "My tribal chief, Amanda is here." Paul announces to Roman immediately.

Roman's eyes widen in surprise as he sees Amanda standing there. He's shocked to see her after everything that happened at the twins birthday party. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his tone a mix of surprise and anger.

Amanda takes a step forward, looking up at Roman with pleading eyes. "I need to talk to Solo," she says. "Please, it's important."

Roman hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should let her in. But he knows that he can't keep her away from Solo forever. Not when his baby cousin had been moping around like a lost puppy without her. "Five minutes.You have five minutes." He sighs and steps aside, gesturing for her to enter the locker room.

Amanda enters the locker room, her heart pounding in her chest. She sees Solo sitting on the couch, looking up at her in shock.

"Amanda? What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice laced with surprise and a hint of anger.

Amanda takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I came to apologize," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "I know I hurt you, and I'm so sorry."

Solo's expression hardens as he looks at Amanda. "Apologize? After everything you did, you think an apology is going to make it all better?" he asks, his voice cold.

Amanda flinches at Solo's words, feeling the sting of his anger. "I know it won't make it all better," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I had to try. I had to tell you how sorry I am, how much I regret everything."

Amanda looks up at Solo, her eyes pleading. "Can we talk in private, please?" she asks, her voice soft and desperate.

Solo looks at her for a moment, considering her request. He's not sure if he wants to be alone with her, he don't know if he can trust himself to not fuck her senseless but he can see the sincerity in her eyes.

"Fine," he says gruffly. "But only for a minute."

"Make it quick, you need to be back in time for the main event." Roman states.

"Of course, my tribal chief." Solo agreed.

Solo leads Amanda out of the locker room and into a secluded hallway. He crosses his arms, looking at her expectantly. "Okay, we're alone. What did you want to talk about?"

Amanda takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. She looks up at Solo, her eyes filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry for everything," she says again. "I never meant to hurt you. I know I was selfish and careless, and I can't take it back. But I need you to know how much I regret it."

Solo looks at her, his expression softening slightly. "You say that, but you have no idea how much you hurt me," he says, his voice laced with pain. "You played with my emotions and toyed with my feelings. And for what? For money? to be in my family's spotlight?"

Amanda looks down, shame and guilt written all over her face. "I know," she says quietly. "I know I hurt you for money, and I'll never be able to make it right. But I do care about you, Solo. I always have."

Solo shakes his head, disbelief in his eyes. "You have a funny way of showing it," he says bitterly. "You lied to me, manipulated me, and played me for a fool in front of my entire bloodline. How am I supposed to believe that you care about me now?"

Amanda takes a step closer to Solo, her eyes pleading. "I did something reckless just to come here and apologize to you," she says earnestly. "I snuck into the venue, past security, and backstage. I took a huge risk just to talk to you, to try and make things right between us."

Solo looks at her, surprise evident in his eyes. He hadn't expected her to take such a big risk just to see him.

"You snuck in here? For me?" he asks, his voice softer now.

Amanda nods, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes," she whispers. "I had to see you, had to try and fix things. I know it's too late, I know you probably hate me, but I had to try."

Solo is silent for a moment, processing her words. He can see the sincerity in her eyes, and it's difficult to remain angry when she's standing there looking so vulnerable.

"I don't hate you," he finally says, his voice quiet. "But it's going to take more than just an apology to fix things between us."

Amanda nods, tears streaming down her face. "I know," she says, her voice choked with emotion. "I don't expect you to forgive me right away. I just needed you to know how sorry I am, how much I regret everything. That I finally stood up to my mother."

Solo looks at Amanda for a long moment, a conflicted expression on his face. He's torn between his anger and his desire to forgive her.

"If I forgive you," he says slowly, "I have one condition."

Amanda looks up at him, hope flickering in her eyes. "Anything," she whispers. "I'll do anything to earn your forgiveness."

Solo's eyes darken as he looks at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "You said you'd do anything," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Then you'll submit to my punishment."

Amanda's heart skips a beat as she realizes what he means. She looks up at him, a mixture of fear and desire in her eyes.

Solo takes a step closer to her, towering over her. "Are you going to be a good girl and take your punishment?" he asks, his voice dripping with dominance.

Amanda nods, her voice barely above a whisper. "Y-yes," she stammers.

After the show, Solo leads Amanda back to his house, his hand on the small of her back as they walk. The tension between them is palpable, a mix of unresolved emotions and anticipation.

Once they're inside, Solo closes the door behind them and locks it. He turns to look at Amanda, his eyes raking over her body. "Now that we're alone," he says.

Amanda shivers under his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the weight of his dominance, the promise of pain and pleasure in his words.

Solo walks over to her, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He stands in front of her, looking down at her with a predatory glint in his eyes. "Take off your clothes," he orders, his voice low and commanding.

Amanda hesitates for a moment, but the look in Solo's eyes leaves no room for argument. She slowly begins to undress.

As she undresses, Solo watches intently, his eyes drinking in every inch of her skin. Once she's fully naked, he steps closer to her, his hands reaching out to touch her.

His hands are rough and possessive as they roam over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He runs his fingers along her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Amanda gasps as he touches her, her body responding to his touch despite the circumstances. She tries to maintain her composure, but it's difficult when he's looking at her like that, with such intensity and hunger in his eyes.

"What's your Safeword?" Solo asked.

"Red" Amanda says.

Solo grabs her wrist and leads her over to the couch, pushing her down onto the cushions. He positions himself behind her, his hand resting on her bare back.

"Count for me," he says, his voice firm. "And if you lose count, we'll start again."

Amanda nods, bracing herself for the first spank. She feels his hand on her skin, and then the sharp sting of his palm against her flesh. She gasps, the sensation sending a shockwave through her body.

"One," she manages to say.

Solo smirks at her response, pleased that she's obediently counting for him. He continues the spanking, his hand connecting with her skin again and again.

"Three," she gasps out, tears welling up in her eyes.

With each spank, Amanda feels a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body is on fire, and she can feel herself getting wetter with each blow.

Solo doesn't stop, his hand moving with increasing force and intensity. "You're taking your punishment so well, baby" he says, his voice rough with desire.

Amanda's body is trembling now, her mind a haze of sensation. The sting of his hand, the heat of her skin, the throbbing between her legs - it's all too much.

"Owww, fuck!" she finally manages to gasp out, the word serving as a plea for mercy.

Solo pauses, his hand still raised. He looks down at her, a sly smile on his face. "That's not your safe word," he says, his voice laced with amusement. "You know what your safe word is, don't you?"

Amanda nods, tears streaming down her face. She knows her safe word, but she doesn't want to use it. She wants to feel the pain, to endure the punishment that he's doling out.

Solo chuckles darkly, his hand coming down again. "Then keep counting," he orders.

Amanda lets out a sob as he continues the spanking, her body arching with each blow. The pain is almost unbearable now, but she keeps counting, her voice growing hoarse with each number.

"Eight," she chokes out.

Solo is relentless, his hand coming down with a steady rhythm. He watches her intently, drinking in the way her body writhes beneath him.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and possessive. "You're taking it so well. Just a few more."

Amanda's vision is blurry with tears, but she keeps counting, her voice barely above a whisper now. She's lost count of how many times he's spanked her, her mind consumed by the sensation of his hand on her skin.

"Please," she begs, not even sure what she's asking for anymore.

Solo stops, his hand finally stilling. He takes a step back, admiring the sight of her trembling body.

"You've done well," he says, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and satisfaction. "You took your punishment beautifully."

Amanda lies there, panting and spent. Her body is still on fire, but the spanking has left her feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated.

Solo moves to sit beside her, his hand gently stroking her hair. "You're mine now," he whispers, his voice possessive and commanding.

Amanda leans into his touch, her body seeking comfort after the intensity of the punishment. She's his now, completely and utterly. There's no going back from this, and the realization both terrifies and excites her.

Solo smiles, his hand moving down to caress her face. "You've learned your lesson," he says, his thumb tracing her jawline. "Now, I think it's time for a reward."

He leans in and kisses her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he pulls her into his lap.

Amanda melts into his kiss, her body still sensitive from the spanking. She wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if he's her only lifeline.

Solo's hands roam over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and breasts. He pulls her closer, his body pressed against hers as he deepens the kiss.

As they kiss, Amanda can feel his arousal pressing against her. She rocks her hips against him, a low moan escaping her lips.

Solo breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "Eager, aren't you?" he murmurs, his hands moving to her thighs.

Amanda nods, her body craving more of his touch. She can feel herself getting wet again, her arousal returning with a vengeance.

Solo smirks, his hands sliding up her thighs to her hips. He pulls her closer, his fingers digging into her flesh as he positions her on his lap.

Amanda straddles him, her legs on either side of his hips as she lowers herself onto his cock, the two of them letting out a moan in unison.

Amanda continues to ride him, her body aching for release. She buries her face in his neck, her breath coming in hot, ragged gasps.

Solo lets out a low groan, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he guides her movements. "That's it," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Take what you need."

Solo holds her close, his hands moving up to tangle in her hair. He tilts her head back, forcing her to look at him. "Look at me," he commands, his eyes burning with intensity.

Amanda meets his gaze, her eyes locked on his. She feels exposed and vulnerable, but there's a thrill in being completely at his mercy.

Solo smiles, clearly enjoying the sight of her like this. "Good girl," he says again, his hands sliding down to her ass. "You're so obedient, so willing to please me."

Amanda whimpers as his hands grip her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she rides him.

Solo watches her with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger. "You're such a good slut," he murmurs.

Amanda nods, unable to deny the truth of his words. She is desperate for him, desperate for his touch, his approval, his control.

Solo's hands move to her hips again, stilling her movements. "But you're not allowed to come yet," he says, his voice firm. "Not until I say so."

Amanda lets out a frustrated whine, her body trembling with need. She tries to move against him again, but his grip on her hips is unyielding.

Solo chuckles, clearly enjoying her desperation. "Patience," he chides, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You'll get what you want when I decide you've earned it."

Amanda closes her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart. She knows that he's right, that she needs to obey him if she wants to be rewarded. But the waiting is torture, every second feeling like an eternity.

Solo continues to hold her still, his hands tracing lazy patterns on her skin. He leans in and nibbles on her earlobe, his breath hot against her ear. "Just relax," he whispers. "Let me take care of you."

Amanda lets out a soft whimper, her body trembling with need. She opens her mouth to speak, but the only word that comes out is "Daddy."

Solo's eyes darken with desire at the sound of the word.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his grip on her hips tightening. "Say it again."

He starts to move against her, his body slowly grinding against hers, thrusting upwards.

Amanda moans again, the word "Daddy" falling from her lips like a prayer. She's completely lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure and the need to obey him.

Solo's movements grow more insistent, his body driving against hers with a relentless rhythm. He watches her intently, drinking in the sight of her surrender.

They reach their climax together, their bodies shuddering with release. Amanda cries out his name, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clings to him.

Solo buries his face in her neck, his own groan muffled against her skin. He holds her tightly, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

They collapse against each other, both breathing heavily as they come down from their high. Solo wraps his arms around her, holding her close as they catch their breath.

"You did so well," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm so proud of you."

Amanda nuzzles into his chest, her body still humming with pleasure. She feels exhausted but content, the release she's been craving finally sated.

Solo holds her close, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back. He kisses the top of her head, his touch gentle and possessive.

"Solo..."

"Yes, baby?" he replies, his voice soft. He tilts her chin up, looking into her eyes.

Amanda gazes up at him, her expression full of love and adoration. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath.

Solo's eyes soften, his heart swelling with emotion. He leans down and kisses her gently, his lips brushing against hers.

"I love you too," he murmurs against her mouth.

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Epilogue

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Jimmy and Naomi have been married for years, and while they have a happy and fulfilling relationship, they've been searching for something more. They've tried a few things in the bedroom, but they both know that they need someone else to fulfill their desires. Jimmy is a Dom but Naomi is a Switch.

So they've been searching for a third, someone who can bring something new and exciting to their relationship. They've found a few potential candidates on KinkStar, a discreet and exclusive app.

KinkStar is an exclusive app designed specifically for people with kinks and fetishes. It's similar to other dating apps, but it caters specifically to people who are into more... unconventional things.

The app has a complex matching system that takes into account a user's kinks, preferences, and even their location. It's a safe and secure way for people with specific desires to find others who share their interests.

Once a user has found a potential match, they can communicate privately through the app's messaging system. They can also set up meetups or arrange play dates, depending on their preferences.

Many of the users on KinkStar are people who prefer to keep their kinks and fetishes private. They're celebrities, politicians, CEOs, and other high-profile individuals who want to ensure that their personal information stays just that - personal.

Tatiana, a private investigator, has been hired by the competition, Polyship, to investigate KinkStar. She's been given the task of getting as much information as possible about the app, including its inner workings and user base.

The more she scrolled the more she became interested in the kink itself and created her own profile after the case had wrapped up and her check from Polyship cleared.

Tatiana is surprised when she receives a message from a stunning couple. They introduce themselves as Jimmy and Naomi, and they seem intrigued by her profile.

Tatiana feels a mix of excitement and nervousness as she opens their message. She can't help but be drawn in by their beauty and the prospect of playing with them.

She types out a reply, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she tries to come across as confident and experienced. She asks them a few questions about their interests and what they're looking for in a third.

As she waits for their response, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to be with them. They seem like the perfect couple, both beautiful and dominant.

Jimmy and Naomi reply quickly, their messages flirty and confident. They tell her that they're looking for someone to join them in their BDSM lifestyle, someone who can submit to them and help them explore their desires.

Tatiana feels a thrill run through her body as she reads their words. She's never been with a couple before, let alone one who is into BDSM. The idea of being at their mercy excites her more than she cares to admit.

They continue to chat for a while, discussing their interests and boundaries. Tatiana finds herself becoming more and more intrigued by the couple with every message.

After several days of flirting and talking, they finally arrange a meetup. Tatiana is both excited and nervous as she prepares to meet them in person.

She dresses in a tight black dress that hugs her curves and wears her hair down. She puts on a pair of high heels and a smoky eye look, wanting to make a good impression.

Tatiana looks at herself in the mirror, taking a deep breath as she gives herself a pep talk.

"You've got this," she tells herself, trying to calm her nerves. "You're a kickass PI. You can handle a little date."

She straightens her dress and checks her makeup one last time before heading out the door.

Coming Soon!!!

Jimmy x Naomi x Tatiana ♡