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cryofavalkyrie​:

She had heard someone trying to get in but it wasn’t until they banged on her door that she swung it open pushing him back and narrowing her eyes. She noticed he was clearly drunk and rolled her eyes, “if you don’t know where the fuck your room is you got the wrong one. Go to the front desk and they might help. If your drunk ass can find it.” She said rolling her eyes and noticing him glaring back at her. “What?! Move the fuck on.” 

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He nearly fell forward as the door swung open, his hand clung to the doorframe to steady himself. Edward’s head snapped towards the submissive in front of him, chafing at her tone. His brown eyes glared daggers into her face, “Marie. It’s so nice to see you, too.” 

The ecstasy may have even been from her own wares, although damn if he could remember at the moment. But that sliver of possible knowledge made him feel like she shared some responsibility in getting him to this state. “Oh but I’d much rather share in your warm, inviting, demure company.” He gave her a mocking grin. “Wouldn’t you love to invite me into your home and let me get my bearings? Or hell, just show me where the fuck I’m supposed to go.”

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rzeqvrtz​:

“Och, pieprz mnie…” Kaz half spat, half scowled in disgust. How many number of drunken, pretty-boy guests was she going to bump into since her prison sentence to Rosewood? Her steel-blue eyes rolled upward to the ceiling in a visible display of annoyance. The submissive took a wide step around the stumbling man – making a clear bank around him with the full intention of leaving him to his own fate – before she’d slowed. After the shit show at the fairytale party only a few nights ago, maybe this was the time she needed to get in some… good behavior. Not for Kael – no way in fucking hell would that ever happen – but maybe it would be her smartest in her goal of self preservation with eventual escape. Plus… plus, maybe the hellcat that was Kazia Novak felt the tiniest hint of sympathy.

Not enough to get buddy buddy and help him into his night clothes ans bed, but at least enough to help him get the key in the door. 

“Hold on, hold on,” Kazia snapped at him, twirling on her toes to face him and all but drag them back over to him. She grabbed him by the wrist, holding it upward so that it hovered between their faces. She spoke slowly, like teaching a child, irritation and Polish accent dripping over each word. “Your key is upside down, tak? You have to flip it the right way, or the card won’t read.” 

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He visibly chafed at her tone. Act like a child, get treated like one, he mentally repeated the mantra of one of his nannies, only making his temper worse. Logically, he knew it was his fault to have let himself get so carried away he couldn’t even remember his room number. He really should have asked one of the employees or live-in submissives to accompany him to his room, maybe then he could have even had an encore for the night before bed. 

And yet he had refused any help and now here he was with a submissive deigning to grab ahold of him. Edward allowed her to lift his wrist and talk to him like a dull child, his upper lip pulling into a snarl. He pulled his hand savagely out of her grip, and straightened himself. “Yes, of course.”

Making a show of it, he flipped the card the other way and put it into the reader. The lights flashed a quick green and the door flew open. He smiled triumphantly, “I knew it was this one!” 

Flippantly, he glanced back at her. Maybe he could still get that encore he craved, his eyes raked her figure. So he presumptuously posed, “Care to come in?”

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lacomtesse​:

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It was already late at night when Gayle left the company of her latest client — a fun distraction that left her with a barely noticeable but still present limp. She could very well have just spent the night with them, take advantage of the large guest beds and sneak out in the morning like she’d done a few times, but what was the fun in that? She was never gonna be the type of girl who was happy to waste time with sleep, especially not in a place like Rosewood. Night was young, and so was she. She had to endure a few protests from the Dominant who hired her, but all it took was a few smiles and a promise that she would return on the day after and Gayle was free, promptly lighting up a cigarette as she walked the halls of the place she knew so well.

Nothing was a surprise to Gayle at this point when it came to Rosewood. She’d been living there for too long for that, to the point where even the incident at the party was somewhat expected, even if incredibly exciting. So when she ran into the guest struggling to open the door not five minutes after she started her walk, she opened a grin, basking on the never-ending insanity that was the estate. The sub could’ve left him alone, continue walking to find something else to occupy her time with, but the guy looked like he needed the help, and, well, her curiosity was getting the better of her.

The blonde leaned against a wall near the guest to watch him from a moment before speaking out, “you look like you had some fun.” Maybe even more fun than she did, judging by the way he held himself. Suddenly her cigarette didn’t look as existing. “Do you need help with anything? I’m pretty sure you’re trying to break into the cleaning supplies closet,” she tilted her head as she spoke, a delighted grin still very much present in her face. “If you’re trying to score a place for a quickie, I hid the keys behind that plant. But between you and me? There are better places here for that,” she joked.

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He jiggled the doorknob one more time, slamming a fist into the hard wood before her voice startled him to alertness. Edward first used the hinge of the doorframe to right himself before coming to his full height and looking down at the blonde woman in front of him. He looked disdainfully at the plant she gestured to, “I would think in a place like this, hiding in a supply closet for sex would be unnecessary, can’t say I’ve had that particular fantasy.”

He smoothed out the lapels of his silk blazer, trying to will his drunken state away. “But yes, clearly, I am in need of help. These bloody doors all look the same.” Another slam of his fist against the door. Edward’s gaze trailed down her body, making no point to hide his action. He recognized her as one of the many subs crawling around the place, so without a second thought, he gave a command. “My room is the third suite on the top floor. Bring me to it and maybe we can talk about that...” he paused, contemptuously, “’quickie’ for your trouble.” 

Unused to being disobeyed, he took a step in what he believed to be the right direction, staggering slightly to the side. 

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cryofavalkyrie​:

She jumped gently at the sound of his voice, figuring it was Galen and that he had found her again. She smiled and shook her head, “no, I don’t mind.” She said before turning back to her glass and downing the rest of the drink she had asked for, ordering another. “You.. you work in the stables right?” Her brow raising but her dull blue eyes didn’t meet his. “I’m a terrible at riding, but I do think the horses are quite magnificent.” She said picking up her new drink and swirling it. “Do you enjoy them?” She smiled though and shook her head, “you didn’t come over here to talk about horses did you?” 

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He hadn’t recognized her when he first saw her, he wasn’t even quite sure why he’d risen to sit beside her. But when she turned to face him, recognition dawned. A disobedient sub. He chided himself for coming up behind her, truly a stupid move on his part. Many of the submissives around Rosewood, even the obedient ones, were not here willingly. It was practically an open secret now. “Yes, Nathan Maddock, I’m the resident veterinarian. I believe I’ve see you around as well.” Maddock took a long sip of his drink and shrugged, smirking slightly. “I’m not entirely sure what I came to talk about, but yes I could surely bore you with talk of horses if that’s what you want. You seemed lonely and I was feeling that way myself.” 

Maddock had avoided the training of disobedient subs, afraid of what he’d fine there. He was sure it had to be like breaking a wild horse, in the end all the stress was for their own good, but many owners had a violent way of going about it. He took another swig of his drink, “Have you been at the Manor long?”

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nymphcts​:

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Baby wasn’t the sort of girl that anyone ever expected to see around the stables, but there was plenty enough at Rosewood’s farmland to catch her eye and keep her interested. It wasn’t just that there’d been a horse named after her - the prettiest one in the entire barn! - or that she had a particular fondness for the newborn calves…no, it had less to do with the livestock and far more to do with the people who tended to them. Maddock, especially, was the onsite veterinarian, and Baby had wanted him from the moment she’d first laid eyes on him, which, given how long he’d been at the estate for, had been quite some time before her twenty-first birthday. What wasn’t there to like about him, after all? With his dark blonde hair and deep, soulful blue eyes, and not to mention every ounce of hard-earned musculature that his impressively tall frame boasted…he was exactly the sort of man that drew Baby in like a moth to a flame, and the fact that he was nearly twice her age only served to deepen her attraction to him. That, and the simple truth that she’d never quite been able to resist a challenge.

Especially when it came in the package of a handsome, hunky farmhand. 

 It was nearing nightfall by the time she made her way out to the paddock, and after an especially exhausting combination of barre and dance practice, she’d taken a long, sudsy soak in the bath to ensure that every inch of her lush, nubile little frame was squeaky clean and sweetly-scented, and almost entirely on display as well. She’d wanted to dress the part, of course, and had chosen an especially wholesome ensemble in order to do so. Her long, caramel-colored tresses had been arranged neatly into two curly pigtails, the ends of her tresses still glinting lightly with rose-gold from the semi-permanent dye before last week’s party, and all of her careful preparation was worth it the moment she saw the man that all of this was for: Maddock, in the low light of the slowly-setting sun and with a horse in tow at his side, he made quite the dreamy sight, and there was no helping the way that Baby’s young and impressionable heart fluttered just by merely looking at him. Gods, he was gorgeous.

And, as per usual, he was trying to do away with her. “Oh, but - I was hoping to say goodnight to Baby before it got too late! After everything that happened with the fire and all, I figured she’d be pretty darn spooked along with the rest of the horses. But, if you’re certain that she needs her beauty sleep…” She pouted a little bit, her petal-pink bottom lip jutting out just enough to make her displeasure known, but she was all smiles a moment later, stepping up alongside him to gently pet the horse he was leading between the ears. Maddock was always so carefully formal with her, but she hadn’t missed the firmness of his tone just now, and it had the apples of her cheeks flushing with rosy warmth as she looked up at him then, deceptively innocent as she fluttered her long lashes and pressed on with, “You don’t want me to stick around a little while longer and help you close up for the night?” she asked softly, and she gave the horse’s ear one last scritch before reaching out to gingerly smooth out the front of Maddock’s shirt instead, allowing the dainty tips of her fingers to linger against the broad expanse of his chest in the process. “You’re always so hard at work, sir, and my older brother has been trying to get me to help out around the estate for years. Don’t you think that this would be a good place for me to start?”

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The sweet scent of vanilla hit him as she reached up to touch the gelding’s forehead. His eyes betrayed him with a quick scan of her body, clothing entirely inadequate for riding or being in the stables in general. However, he couldn’t doubt the allure of her figure. Maddock’s gaze caught at her chest until her words started to register on his mind. A faint blush flooded his cheeks and he shook himself out of his admiration. A dalliance with Miss Doefoot would likely not excite his employer with the same alacrity it did him. 

“I can promise you she is in the best of hands, likely hardly remembers such a thing even happened.” The touch of her hands against his chest sent heat straight to his cock and tension flooding his muscles. He grasped one of her wrists, gently pulling her away from him and met her gaze, a smile tugging his lips, “I seem to remember taking up this offer before and being duly tortured for it.” In good faith, he had accepted her help and gone back to bed painfully hard and head aching from the number of times he had tried to turn both of their attentions back to the animals. “You are incredibly distracting, Miss Doefoot.”

He dropped her wrist with a squeeze. Even with all of his grievances, he knew forcing her away would make things worse for everyone, so he muttered, “But yes, of course. Follow me.” Maddock tugged on the lead and headed out of the stables, not turning to see if she followed and hoping against hope the fresh air of the pasture would clear his head.

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Maddock & Kat.

@cryofavalkyrie​

Maddock was generally a solitary drinker. Unless some momentous occasion had passed, he preferred to find solace in spirits alone. However, he also wasn’t one to turn down a guest when they offered to buy him a round. One round became two became three, until the guest had needed to leave and take care of some other affair. 

He should’ve left too, but he’d gone ahead and ordered another beer for himself. Typically, he favored stronger spirits, beer rarely went to his head anymore, but he wanted his sobriety about him in public like this. Nathan could only imagine the humiliation of being a blundering drunk in this crowd. Too many dangerous people around to risk the vulnerability. 

Down the bar, another figure caught his eye, her brown hair illuminated by the neon signs dotting the walls. He couldn’t quite see her face, but something brought him to his feet and moving down toward her. He touched her shoulder, “Do you mind if I join you?”

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Maddock & Baby.

@nymphcts​

The evening air drifted through the open windows of the stable, light birdsong trailing across the subtle breeze. The bay gelding in front of him shifted restlessly, shaking his head in impatience. “Aye, you’re alright boy,” Maddock muttered, working the leather straps of his saddle free from his underbelly. “I’m almost done here then it’s out to pasture for you.” Basic stablehand duties were perhaps below Nathan’s station, but whenever a stablehand begged off a break, it was hard to turn down the work. It brought him back to childhood, the crisp smell of hay and the simple providing for an animal. The only things missing were a few large hounds running underfoot and his younger sister teasing him. 

He hung the tack back up in its place and grabbed onto the gelding’s lead. The horse eagerly walked beside him, clearly ready to run and graze. A figure made him halt before he could leave the stable, causing the horse to whinny frustratedly. “Miss Doefoot. I’m afraid all the horses are out to pasture, if you wish to ride you’ll have to come back later, they need their rest.” 

Maddock kept his tone formal, although Dominance threatened to creep through. She had always made him uncomfortable, a young and pretty thing who was all too aware of her affect on people. Nearly twenty years laid between them and yet that wasn’t enough to quell the tension in his body. In fact, it sometimes seemed to liven it. Clearing his throat, he muttered, “Now if you’ll excuse me,” and moved to get past her. 

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Edward & (OPEN)

What an unfortunate predicament he had gotten himself into. He hadn’t been at Rosewood long, definitely not long enough to take in the entire layout of the place. Yet here Edward found himself, high as a kite and a little drunk as well, it felt as if he could feel the world turning on its axis. 

He’d spent a nice night in the dungeons, taking out his frustrations on a few subs, then reluctantly handling aftercare. It hadn’t worked, he was still incredibly frustrated, and even the ecstasy that was fading away hadn’t been much help. Edward still couldn’t believe the audacity of his parents bossing him around like a child. He was a Dominant and yet he had let his submissive mother send him away from his personal playground in London. Like an addict the family wants to hide. It still disgusted him. 

And the bottom of a bottle he’d faced after returning from the dungeons hadn’t helped. He staggered along the hallways dotted with rooms. “Surely mine’s one of these, these damn halls all look the same,” he muttered, using the wall for support. Recognition sparked in his eyes as he came upon one of the heavy doors and he rushed to open it, trying to force his key into the lock and shove it open. 

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forbiddennight​:

Estella & (OPEN)

Location: The maze

Stella hated to admit it but she was impressed with the party. The decorations were amazing and there were plenty of activities to keep the guests busy. When she had grown tired of the ballroom and faking smiles and polite conversations with people, Stella decided it was time to go find some excitement of her own tonight. She decided against the hunt, She was too well dressed to be running around the forest all night, plus she hadn’t worn the proper shoes for hiking. 

Instead she went to the maze. The organizers had promised her surprises around every corner. The sounds of pleasure seemed to come around ever twist and turn of the maze. She turned down a rather dark path and saw a man standing in the middle of the way.  “And who are you supposed to be then?” She asked as she walked over to him. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to bow to a queen?” 

Edward had had a slow start to the day, but he supposed fashionably late was always an option for these kinds of things. He’d napped longer than intended, an escort by his side after a long hour of sharing in drinks and each other. Having all but forgotten the party that had been buzzed about, he’d hastily thrown on his costume and stumbled down to the grounds. The idea of sitting in a stifling ballroom had not interested him in the least, but the idea of chasing subs through the woods was much more attractive. 

He had just stepped down into the grass when he heard the sound of footsteps, something made him stop. Seeing the face that turned around the corner caused a slow smile to tug at his lips, “Well what do we have here? Miss Hollywood. I don’t think I will, I’m afraid I’ve left my manners at home, your Majesty.” Edward gestured to his brown furry ears and large fur coat, something he had thrown together last minute, having not been bothered to find something more extravagant. “Can’t you tell, I’m a werewolf... or something or other.”

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Maddock hadn’t gotten to enjoy the night’s festivities, not for lack of opportunity, but the stables had found themselves overrun with things to do and he hadn’t had it in him to leave the stablehands on their own to get ready. Although it wasn’t quite in his job description as house veterinarian, a night helping out was much preferable to one stuck in a stuffy ballroom. He’d dressed the horses and scolded riders for mishandling them on their hunts through the woods, making sure all horses were fed and watered and looked over before they were let out again. 

The fire had caused more of an issue, the few stablehands left had wrangled the beasts out into the corral. Maddock had rushed to see the wreckage himself after ensuring everything was under control. Hands on his hips, he squinted up at the flames bursting out of the windows. “It’ll cost them a pretty penny, that’s for sure. Only hoping it doesn’t come at the expense of those of us with a salary here.” It was times like these he was happy his lodgings lied in a small cottage outside the manor itself, humble as it was. 

Coming to his senses, he shook himself, turning to Selene. “Forgive me, are you alright? Were you in there when it began?”

@ open : selene + ?

If she’d had a mirror on hand, Selene would absolutely have been taking the opportunity to see just how amazing her outfit looked in the firelight. It was terrible, yes, and not something she said out loud for obvious reasons. But just looking down at her dress and seeing the way the light danced on the sequins was mesmerizing.

Focusing on these shallow, trivial thoughts was a very good distraction from the reality of how close to a horrible demise she and others had been. As far as Selene was concerned, she was functionally immortal by sheer inability to comprehend a world without herself in it. But she’d almost had to confront that possibility tonight, and was now ensuring that she did not have to confront it at all. “I wonder how much it will cost to fix this little disaster,” she mused aloud to the nearest person. “It’s not as though they won’t be able to afford it, but I’m sure it will be more than this dress is worth. And that’s a sizable amount.”

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&&. rumor has it ( nathan maddock ) has stepped into rosewood. ( he ) is a ( 38 ) year old ( dom ) currently residing at the manor as ( equine veterinarian ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( sam heughan ) and is into ( powerplay & body worship ) but not ( ropeplay & feet ). ( he ) has been said to be ( loyal & dutiful ) but also quite ( stubborn & crass ). let’s hope the manor doesn’t devour them whole.

He is a horse boy, he loves horses. And hounds.

Maddock was raised on his family’s farm in Scotland, helping raise their herd of horses and pack of hounds. He’s skilled in horse husbandry, carpentry, and dog training. 

He has one younger sister, a submissive, and his family took a progressive view on doing their best to raise them as similarly as possible. He readily adores her and would fight anyone who tried to hurt her. 

His family was always steadily in the middle class but scrounged up money to help put Maddock through vet school. He was very successful in college and managed to secure a position at the Manor soon after graduation and has now been a part of the staff as a live-in vet for 12 years.

Vet school was an extremely stressful time of his life, it left him with little time to meet his needs and find a sub and quickly he began looking for solace at the bottom of a bottle. He is competent and sober throughout the work day but has a tendency to overdo it once he’s back in his rooms. 

Aside from the tendency to overdrink, he is a very careful and loving dom. Even after the most beastly of scenes, he will sit and cradle a sub in his arms for as long as necessary. He acknowledges that he would never want a dom to mistreat his sister and strives to be a good influence for other dominants. 

Lowkey an advocate for submissive rights. 

His marking is a full moon on his shoulder blade.

Extremely loyal to those he is close to, but can be a little distant from those he doesn’t know.

kinks:

powerplay, body worship, petplay, ddlg, spanking, bondage, aftercare, cnc, consensual voyeurism

anti-kinks:

scat, vore, humiliation

wanted connections

past lover: a sub he was in love with in the past who now has a new life/partner

friends and rivals and crushes

anything tbh

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&&. rumor has it ( edward yao ) has stepped into rosewood. ( he ) is a ( 33 ) year old ( dom ) currently residing at the manor as ( guest ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( harry shum jr ) and is into ( humiliation & exhibitionism ) but not ( scat & vore ). ( he ) has been said to be ( creative & charismatic ) but also quite ( selfish & cruel ). let’s hope the manor doesn’t devour them whole.

The Yao family is well known by anyone who can claim to be anyone. If you were to trace back the family line, it’d be hard to find a single name that wasn’t dripping in wealth and status. 

Working for a living wasn’t necessary, yet Edward’s father carried on the family tradition and became a lawyer, bailing corporations out of their shitty dealings. His mother runs a hobby business as a home cook, including a successful cooking show and line of cookbooks and cookware. 

Edward is the second oldest of five seemingly perfect children. The coveted male dom who was given anything he wanted so long as he kept up a good appearance. A prodigy in piano and violin, proficient in three languages, and competent in all the bullshit that comes with old money manners. 

Edward was often left alone with his siblings or with nannies. From a young age he would act out to try and gain his parents attention, even if it was negative.

His sadistic streak began as a child, finding pleasure in teasing the less fortunate kids in his class and feeling triumph in their tears. 

As a teen, his parents would introduce him to submissive girls, hoping to find him a girl to claim from another successful family. He liked to play the role of prince charming, opening doors and pulling out chairs. But behind closed doors it was another story, toying with their emotions, forcing them to worship him, and using them for his own amusement. 

After graduating high school, he went on several tours playing the piano in music halls. On these tours, he’d frequent dungeons or hire escort services. Any way to whet his appetite for humiliation and powerplay without the desire for commitment he found among his peers. 

He was sent to Rosewood after his mother caught wind of a story of a sub from a respectable family he had led on with the promise to claim her as his own. The family entrusted her to him with the intent he would care for her. He neglected her needs to be dominated, paying attention to other subs who had caught his eye, only giving in to her if she groveled at his feet. 

Appalled, his mother quieted the scandal quickly, sending Edward off to Rosewood in the hopes he would learn from the example of more seasoned doms. Or at the very least get out of the way of the family reputation. 

As a 33 year old man he isn’t exactly happy about this arrangement. 

additionally: 

Edward is closeted bisexual, very dedicated to his instruments and music, his dominant mark is a thorn on his chest

kinks: 

humiliation, exhibitionism, bondage, worship, petplay, power exchange, cnc, spanking, controlled orgasm, roleplay, sadism

anti-kinks:

feminization, ball/nipple/etc torture, infantilization, scat, vore

wanted connections

friends: fellow socialites, drinking buddies, chaotic friends

rivals: a sub willing to stand up for themselves, a dom who doesn’t fuck with what he’s got going on, someone slighted by him or his family or vice versa

favored sub: an escort or sub for hire he frequently sees

fresh meat: a sub that’s caught his eye

and honestly anything else i want all the plots with y’all

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Astonishing from every single angle.