* 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 / destroyer .

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Matthew didn’t know what else to say. He couldn’t interfere with the work of other Rosewood employees, even if it made his blood boil thinking about what some of the submissives had to go through to get the job done. He knew though, that whatever Veronica would say to convince him that it was her fault, he knew he in his bones that it wasn’t. He stifled down a growl before indulging in the affection she was looking for. 

She didn’t want to talk about it anymore. That was fine. He wouldn’t push. 

He went along with the soft brushes of her lips against his before finally gripping at her curls to still her. “I do, baby.” He murmured against her lips. He looked around and noted that they were now alone. “But let me make you feel good first.” He pulled her impossibly close before taking her lips with his, deep and long as he closed whatever distance there was between them, covering her completely as he moved his hands down her body only to hoist her up, wrapping her legs around his waist so he could press her up against the wall. 

“It’s been a while.” 

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THERE’S A PAUSE IN HER ACTIONS, Matthew’s hands in her hair eliciting a gasp from the woman. Veronica loves it when he gets like this, malleable under his control. There’s this need to please him and it’s only exemplified by his words. Baby. “You’re so good to me,” she whispers against his lips, opening it slightly to get a taste. Her tongue darts out to meet his, pressing up against him, breathy sighs slipping from her lips at the contact.  

IT’S THE WAY HE LIFTS HER, like she weighs nothing, that’s a reminder to Veronica that he can wreck her in all the right ways. Strong arms keep her balanced, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Back up against the wall, her cunt practically dripping at what’s to come, Veronica dives back in, whining at the excess of clothes between them. “Please,” she moans out, hands cupping his face. “I need you inside me.” Veronica sounds desperate but she’s not above begging, remembering the feeling of his cock inside of her. 

“BEEN TOO LONG,” her agreement holds a tone of disappointment in it. Though she knows they both have their own jobs, their own lives to live, there’s still the craving for the man. “Matthew,” she breathes out his name as if it’s a praise and the taste on her tongue is just as sweet. “Matthew, please.” Veronica grinds down on him then, the action pushing her skirt up even higher. The cool wind nips against her skin and she shivers under his touch. There’s a need for friction, for something, that’s entirely Matthew and she knows the man will definitely deliver. Will he fuck her against the wall? Will he slam her against the table? The possibilities are endless and Veronica’s nipples harden at the thought of it all. There’s even the chance of someone walking in on them and there’s no shame in the woman at just how wet she gets because of it. “Fuck me, baby.” 

THERE ARE SCREAMS THAT REVERBERATE AGAINST THE WALLS. From pain or from pleasure, Veronica can’t tell, but it does send a shiver down her spine. How could she possibly convince Matthew to make her sound like that? Shame tints her cheeks pink at just how the mere notion of it excites her. The moans are definitely apparent now, the sounds of which make her flush, and there’s a whisper of a thought that has Veronica wanting to volunteer. It’s gone as soon as it presents itself. Veronica has someone that can take care of that, but it doesn’t stop the ever growing heat that builds upon her center. She should leave lest she does something stupid and she will -- maybe after a sneak peek. Veronica will definitely use these memories for tonight. She’s not as stealthy as she thinks, wide eyes taking in all that’s new to her. So lost in her thoughts, she doesn’t realize she’s in someone’s way until her form smacks right against the other’s. “I’m so sorry,” the apologies come out quickly, head hung low. “I didn’t mean to be so careless.”

closed @fatalgcld​

As he floated about he could hear the shuffling of feet, then the sound of the water moving as she joined him into the pool. Once he’d floated enough towards the shallow end he stood himself up. He pushed his wet hair back out of his face as he waded towards the woman who’d joined him. “It’s not a problem at all, just letting you know.” He waved his hand a little, brushing off her thanks as he felt she didn’t need to. He was simply commenting on the state of the water in the pool. 

“I’m Levi,” he said, his hand reaching out towards her as he neared, truth be told he hadn’t been expecting to meet anyone. The pool looked a little neglected when he got here, as if it didn’t get a whole lot of use. He’s not complaining, though, as he always accepted company from someone as gorgeous as she was. He walked backwards now until the water reached his chest, as he bobbed a little in the water he spoke again. “How’re you enjoying Rosewood?” He asked, wondering what her opinion of the manor was.

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IT’S RELAXING, it is, and Irina can definitely feel the tension leave her body. It has been a day and while she keeps telling herself that work is work and she shouldn’t let it ruin her mood, she can’t help but let the frustrations pierce through that bubble. Eyes closed, Irina wonders had she been a submissive, would life be easier for a woman of her personality? It’s easier to please people by being nice but there’s something inbuilt of needing other people to please her. It’s the irony in her life and Irina hopes that one day she’d be able to meet a person that shares the same.

THE MAN IS NEARER THEN and she’s caught by surprise. Chuckling at herself -- nice going, Irina -- she takes the hand offered and gives it a shake. “Irina.” There’s a smile thrown his way and it only grows as he continues the conversation. “It’s different from home,” she muses. “But in a good way. Do you work here?” She wonders if there’s company policy on being discreet at what they do, if telling people left and right their roles takes away the allure. The way he holds himself is already a signifier of where he lands, though, so it probably wouldn’t in this case. 

Yadriel didn’t have friends. He’d never seen much point in them, in all honesty, he’d spent most of his life as a lone wolf and preferred it that way. Fucking was one thing—punishing a pretty, disobedient little sub down in the dungeons was another. He didn’t need much else, he lived for the thrill of the hunt that came with stalking his prey and claiming them as his own, and everything else in his life mostly revolved around his work. He’d never settled down, he never intended to either. He’d realized long ago that he wasn’t a man meant for love, and with that came friendships too. He enjoyed his job as a sub breaker, he enjoyed being able to turn every single one of his already barely-existent emotions off and focus solely on the task at hand, which today had been stringing a mouthy little brat of a sub from the ceiling rafters and flogging her till she cried and came at the same time. From there on out, she’d broken easily enough, and Yadriel was confident that he’d be able to deliver her to Luca and Raphael by the end of the week so that she could start properly working as one of the onsite whores. 

He was heading up from the dungeons now, freshly showered and changed into a clean muscle shirt, he was just rounding the corner when he came face to face with … ah. Irina. Somehow the delicate, willowy wisp of a woman was a dom, and somehow she worked as a trainer. She was soft. Looks could have been deceiving, but it was still always a little jarring to see her in the dungeons, he would have liked to watch her work if only to see if any of her subs actually did a damn thing that she told them to. “Coffee?” He raised a brow when she offered it to him. Nobody brought him coffee, nor did he want them to, but he took the offering with a shrug of his broad shoulders and muttered a ‘thanks’ as he took a long sip of it black. Jesus, for a woman of her stature and size, she sure as hell talked a lot. “No. I’m done for the day.” He was short by nature, it wasn’t meant to be unkind but he had always been brusque and—had she just referred to him as her friend? He eyed her a little suspiciously, slowly setting down the coffee she’d brought for him on one of the standing hall tables and arching his brow yet again. “Bored, aren’t you, Polat?” he asked as he took a step towards her, wiping his large, powerful hands off on the towel he’d tucked into the loop of his jeans earlier on in his session. “No sub drops during your little training session, so you’re looking for a bit of amusement elsewhere instead, hmm?” 

IRINA BEAMS, actually beams, when Yadriel accepts the coffee. It’s a little difficult for her to bond with the rest of the staff in the manor and while she doesn’t much care for other people’s opinions, she figures that it would be easier for her in the long run. Life outside Rosewood is a possibility she hasn’t really thought about, but as a person who’s content with everything she has, she doubts that it will be. The hustle and bustle keeps her on her toes and with the variety of guests, Irina is satisfied with the people in her life. Yadriel, however, is harder to crack. They work together, yes, but there should be something beyond being coworkers, right? She hasn’t seen him in action yet, but she knows of his work. Sub breakers usually have similar reputation and Irina wouldn’t expect anything less. It’s fascinating for her and while she doesn’t quite find the appeal, she herself wouldn’t mind being handled roughly. There’s some semblance of control there that borders on erotic. It’s probably how they’re able to take a crack at disobedient subs. Suffice it to say while Irina can feed off of the parental issues a submissive would have, it doesn’t always permeate. Cruelty isn’t her forte, but she does try. Maybe that’s what draws her to Yadriel in the first place. 

SOCIAL CUES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN IRINA’S WEAKNESS and so with clipped, short answers, she thinks she has that in. “Oh how was work for you today?” She could have just offered to watch, but she wants to hear it come from him, as if the words spoken can breathe it into life. While she would never be able to give up control, learning both sides could help her out. Is it rude to ask what happens in someone else’s line of duty? Perhaps she should be a little more courteous. Coffee placed down on the table, Irina’s about to ask Yadriel if she had gotten his order wrong when the question that leaves his lips catches her. “I’m not bored per se. Just have the time. Did you have something else you needed to do?” There’s disappointment there and she can’t fathom as to where it comes from. Irina doesn’t usually look forward to spending time with someone but she figured that today she wouldn’t have to seek out other people she’s not as comfortable with. There’s hilarity in there somewhere, she’s sure of it, finding comfort in someone who clearly doesn’t have time for her, but the woman chooses to ignore it. Maybe one day it’ll come biting her in the ass, but there’s no danger in trying to squeeze oneself in someone’s life, especially someone that’s been as open -- or at least tolerating -- to her as Yadriel has. Confusion etched on her features, Irina stands her ground as he approaches. “I guess? Did you have something specific in mind?” What does amusement mean for Irina anyway? Maybe he’ll show her. 

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He wanted to take care of her. There was something about her that tugged at his heartstrings because curse him for having such a flimsy resistance when it came to women who looked at him the way Veronica seemed to. Lost… confused… It was unhealthy, but a part of Matthew craved to be the person to put her back together and keep her safe. Was this penance for his inability to keep so many people in his life safe? He didn’t want to think about it. 

Instead, he focused on her. He wasn’t at all convinced though, his grip tightening on her waist as he moved them so he was crowding her against a wall. 

“I want you to tell me what happened, darling.” He said, voice low as he grasped her chin so she could meet his gaze once more. In that moment, he realized he missed her. They haven’t been in each others’ beds in a while and holding her, having her lips on him brought back fond memories. His hands slipped underneath the back of her shirt to skim the smooth expanse of her back. 

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DARLING. The words flow through her, settling deep in her center where it spreads. Veronica has never felt this giddy before, never had anyone make her feel this good before. It’s a nerve wracking feeling and while it wouldn’t be wise to practically give herself to the first man that’s shown any kindness to her, it hasn’t given her any reason to regret it yet. With the way Matthew holds her, like she’s something precious, she’s pretty sure she won’t ever need to. 

SHIVERS RUN THROUGH THE SKIN IN WHICH HE TRAILS OVER. It grounds her -- excites her, even. The heat starts pooling low in her belly and it’s only self restraint that has the woman behaving.

“I MAY HAVE TOLD HIM I COULD SING HIM A PRIVATE SONG.” Shame tints her cheeks a soft pink. “He was requesting one and I didn’t want to be rude, but --.” Veronica shakes her head, pushing up against the man to be even closer to him. “I’m okay now, though.” Lips find his with soft brushes. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

“Non,” Hana haughtily replied, the French accent and easy shift from the British one that usually occupied her English words. She wasn’t laughing, but there was no denying the delight in her voice. It was too easy to throw off the man, she wasn’t even trying. It was his fault, anyway, for asking her to sit still for hours. No one had the patience for this. “Tie me up. Make it easier for yourself,” she said, just jumping straight for it. There was no trying to hide that glint in her eyes, the mild taunt in her voice. She knew he would do it. There was no denying the pull of exerting one’s power, especially they knew what roles they fit into in this world. Even if her mark wasn’t always out on display like others, there was no denying the strong dominate vibes that Hana would give off. And if anyone questioned her, they never did after they met her. “Isn’t that what we do?”

IT’S THE ACCENT THAT GRATES HIS NERVES, the amusement behind it only doing more to irritate the man. Mason doesn’t even know why he bothers sometimes but a once over always reminds him of the many ways he wants to shut her up. An eyebrow raises at the idea; how bad does she want it, he doesn’t know, but he can’t deny that he wants it just as bad. “Tie you up,” he repeats, walking over to the woman and pushing her down onto the couch, crowding her frame with his form. “You need to ask nicely,” they both know he’s going to go through with it, the rope in his drawers practically begging him to suspend the woman from the ceiling. No control of her limbs. No chance of escaping. Maybe that would shut her up real nice. Grasping her by the jaw, Mason let the smallest slip of a smirk bloom on his figures. “Of course that’s what we do.” It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where Hana falls in line. Doms have never intrigued him this much before. “But what you’re going to do is make me want it.”

SHE FINDS YADRIEL THEN, brandishing the cup before him. “I’m not sure how you take your coffee,” she admits before pulling out a couple packets of creamer and sugar. “But everyone needs a daily dose of caffeine.” Smile seemingly permanent on her features, she takes a sip from own beverage. Irina rocks back and forth against the balls of her feet, unsure of how to continue the conversation; there wasn’t a game plan to it, thinking she could just wing it, but the opportunity is here and now and she is failing. It isn’t until she moved across the ocean that Irina realized how easy it was for other doms to make her feel flustered. Irritation from arrogance has always been the norm but Yadriel just makes her feel flustered. “So what’s your agenda for today?” Smooth. “Did you need help with anything? I’ve just finished a scene with a sub down in the basement and hey, no drops. Reward is me taking the rest of the day for myself but I didn’t realize how boring that would be.” She’s practically babbling now. “So I figured what better way to spend the day than spend it with a friend, right?”

closed @lupusrcx​

&&. rumor has it ( irina polat ) has stepped into rosewood. ( she ) is a ( 28 ) year old ( dom ) currently residing at the manor as a ( dom trainer ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( dilan ḉiçek deniz ) and is into ( sensory deprivation & sensation play ) but not ( watersports & blood play ). ( she ) has been said to be ( motherly & empathetic ) but also quite ( evasive & possessive ). let’s hope the manor doesn’t devour them whole.

tw: murder, suicide

Jayden wasn’t used too having dominants not like being called ‘sir’ or ‘miss’ right away. It came to a bit of a shock to him that Mason was already against him calling him that. He bites down on his lower lip when the other tells him that he only wants to hear a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ out of him. “Yes.” Jayden said as he looks up at Mason. He doesn’t even remember agreeing to being painted more than just one position. Jayden lets out a groan when the other pushes his him down until his face wasn’t against the cushion. He’s eyeing Mason’s belt as the other states that he should tie him up. It wasn’t like he really had a choice in the matter. Mason was going to do what ever he wanted.

THE SIGHT OF THE MAN BEFORE HIM IS ENOUGH FOR MASON TO SPARK AN INTEREST, but it’s always more fun when it’s drawn out. Reaching out, he pulls the man’s arms behind his back, looping his belt around the wrists to keep them secure. His fingers trail over Jayden’s bare figure, light touches down his spine. “Do you know how to count?” The question leaves his lips huskier than he intends, but there’s no hesitation in positioning himself on the couch behind the other. Hands palm over the man’s ass, cupping the flesh and giving it a squeeze. “You’re going to count out loud for me. Call this artistic muse or whatever. I want to see how red I can get you.” On his knees, Mason has a better vantage point, the cushion of the couch keeping him in place. “Only say the numbers,” he warns the man before pulling his arm back and letting it smack down against his bottom. 

He followed the man as he placed him nearer to where he was before, close to the canvas in which he’d been using. His back now to said canvas he looked at the wall now in front of him, not for long as he looked towards the man. “As you wish.” He couldn’t help but say as he carefully removed his clothing from his body. Being sure to put them in a small pile to the side before going back to the position he was put in before. Now that his clothes were gone he was at the mercy of Mateo, which made him vulnerable, making it harder for him to ignore his natural desire to submit. Turning his head enough so he could see his face a smirk growing on his own, “You won’t be disappointed, that I can promise.” He was ready for whatever position that was thrown at him, despite his nude-ness, he felt pretty confidant. 

AS YOU WISH. The words are meant to mock, Mason’s sure of it, but they can get back to that later. They have the time. Down on his stool, he keeps his eyes trained on the man, letting them wander as he unclothed himself. Instinct tells him to go up and practically rip it off of him, but he stomps down on the thought and waits for Cory to finish. There’s no denying Mason’s interest, proof of which he can already feel. He lets his gaze roam the expanse of his bare person, eyebrow quirking at the comment that leaves the man’s mouth. Arrogance. He can work with that. “I’ve seen a lot more with a lot less. Do better.” His mind runs with all the ways he wants the other, but he settles with --. “Bend down and grab onto your ankles.” There’s a heavy weight on his tone now; Mason’s curiosity is piqued. He wonders how much Cory can take before he snaps. “Keep your back straight and keep that position until I tell you to stop.”

Hearing him repeat her words, Eve felt the urge to question him. Though, the thought left her as Mason tugged her close and cupped her face in his hand. Doe-like eyes looked up at the other, a look of surprise appearing on her face. The smirk and his words made her heart race in her chest, but did her hardest not to show it. Eve’s eyes followed the other, slowly walking over just after his question. “On the pillow?” Eve raised a brow before looking at the pillow on the hard ground. She wanted to make sure she didn’t overestimate and get herself in trouble. “Ten minutes, maybe?” Eve spoke, a blush slowly appearing on her cheeks. “Why?”

THERE’S A SARCASTIC QUIP READY AT THE TIP OF HIS TONGUE, but Mason reels it in. “Yes. On the pillow.” His head cocks in its direction, eyeing the woman as if daring her to question him. “Ten minutes,” he repeats, approaching the other, his hand seizing her by the waist to draw her in closer. Head bent, he lets his lips ghost over her neck, down to her clavicle, and back up to her ear. “I’m sure we can do more than that, can’t we?” There’s a smirk tugging on his features now. “If you’re really good, then you might get something out of this.” Pulling away, he takes a step back, his sights on her entirety. “It’ll be easier if you don’t have clothes on. The friction and all that,” he suggests, before gesturing towards the pillow on the ground. “Down. On your knees.” 

Veronica was someone Matthew didn’t initially see coming. He truly should have known though, for a place like Rosewood always managed to bring people closer, and while things started off relatively platonic, it escalated into something a bit… more. She was like a siren, tugging at his strings till he was nothing more than absolutely enamored by her, accompanied by a strong sense of wanting to protect her from the shadows that seemed to lurk around them. 

They had never spoken too deeply about it, instead, just enjoying each other’s company whenever they got the chance. A fond smile tugged at his lips as she closed the distance between them, his own hands finding purchase on her hips before pulling her in for a proper kiss, tipping her head back to deepen it before pulling back at her last comment, brows furrowing even more. 

“Did they do something to you?” 

THE GRASP ON VERONICA’S HIPS GROUNDS HER. It’s electrifying, this feeling, his lips on hers sending shivers down her spine. She’s sure no one’s ever made her this excited before -- his touch, his taste, the unrelenting need to please him all the more addicting. There’s a pout already forming when he pulls away. Her lips press kisses up and down the column of his neck, to distract or to keep herself from remembering just how scared she was, she’s not sure, but it’s doing wonders to her nerves. 

“MY FAULT. IT’S FINE.” Veronica pulls back, gaze on his and there’s guilt that starts to pool at the bottom of her stomach. She shouldn’t have made him worry like this. “I’m okay now, though. See?” Her hands pull his off of her, guiding them all around the expanse of her body. There’s a tint on her cheeks, feeling herself grow bolder as she places his hands back on her hips, lower than how it was initially. Make him feel good, Vero. You don’t deserve his concern. 

“WANT ME TO GET YOUR MIND OFF OF IT?” A nervous chuckle escapes her lips then. “I’ll do anything you want.”

Matthew couldn’t help the frown. He glanced at Veronica up and down to see if she had anything obviously hurting her before getting up and making his way towards her. “I don’t understand people who tell me not to worry. I’m constantly worried. I’m in a perpetual state of worry.” He responded, though the concern was evident in his tone as he hooked a finger under her chin once he was within arms length of her. He tilted her head up and to the side to see if she had any injuries before furrowing his brows even more. 

“What you hiding from, V?” He hadn’t seen her much recently, and the circumstances now weren’t ideal as it seemed like something was bothering her, but Matthew was just relieved that at least she managed to find him. 

THE COMMENT ELICITS A SMALL CHUCKLE FROM THE WOMAN, feeling the tension on her soldiers dissipate at his touch. Brown hues lock onto his and Veronica feels her heart try to beat its way out of her chest from the proximity. “Worry lines are a thing, honey,” there’s a teasing lilt in her words. “Though I doubt anything can ruin that gorgeous face of yours.” Arms find their way around the man’s neck, stepping in closer. Veronica’s never had anyone’s concern, never had anyone care enough. The feelings are foreign to her but she craves more of it.

"I’M FINE NOW,” she tries to reassure the other, reaching up to press a quick kiss on the corner of his lips. “There was just some people who couldn’t handle their drinks, I think. It’s fine. I probably did something to provoke them.”

Cory did not like someone thinking he wasn’t good at anything, especially something as simple as this. He glared at him from where he was positioned, trying not to take the bait, but that was proving to be difficult. He didn’t like others thinking he couldn’t do something, it really got on his nerves. “Don’t underestimate me.” He said, sharply rising up from the floor to stare at him. “I can take a lot more than you seem to think. Come on, give me your worse, I’ll prove it to you.” He threw out that challenge with renewed confidence, this time he wasn’t going to do it half-assed like he had been. He had something to prove now.

THE SPIT FIRE ATTITUDE IS THRILLING; it has been a while since Mason’s had someone’s aggravation amuse him this much. “Oh?” The question poses something akin to a dare and he’s never been one to back down from a challenge. He takes in the sight of the man with renewed interest before moving him closer towards the canvas, turning him around so his back was to it. “Spread your legs,” he orders, slightly kicking his feet apart. Rounding the other, Mason steps in closer. “Show me what I’m working with then. Take off your clothes.” The demand is set and so Mason moves to go back towards his initial position, but not before leaning in to whisper, “Make it worth my time.” 

Before the other stood, Eve couldn’t help but mutter out a small response. “Your version of nice is very different from mine.” She huffed a bit, but watched Mason stand up and offer out his hand to take. Eve took his hand gently and pulled herself up to follow him. His words made her blink and frown, even though they admittedly sent a chill down her spine. “Okay… but I could stay still if you gave me something to focus on… or made it worth it to me.” Eve pointed out, a slight pout appearing on her lips once again. 

MASON IGNORES THE COMMENT IF ONLY TO KEEP THE PEACE. He does, however, acknowledge her words with a raised brow. “Worth it,” he repeats, looking down on the hand that’s still clasped onto his. With a quick pull, he brings the woman in closer. A hand reaches out to cup her face, thumb stroking her bottom lip. Leaning in, he keeps his eyes locked with hers, smirk teasing his features. “Let’s start with something simple,” the words are whispered against her lips before he pulls away. Walking back to the couch, Mason grabs the throw pillow and places it on the ground, a few feet away from the canvas. “How long do you think you can kneel on this?”