&&. rumor has it ( nicholas ‘nicky’ jones ) has stepped into rosewood. ( he ) is a ( 37 ) year old ( dom ) currently residing at the manor as ( a guest ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( ryan reynolds ) and is into ( rough-play & BDSM) but not ( bathroom play + pet play ). ( he ) has been said to be ( confident & assertive ) but also quite ( arrogant & narcissistic ). let’s hope the manor doesn’t devour them whole.
full bio. triggers: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, violence, mention of vomit
Nicholas ‘Nicky’ Jones had always been… well, trouble. With an ego the size of America, the charisma of a God and the face to match it, he had always been a confident person. But his confidence always fell into cockiness, and he was known for this more than anything. A dick, a jerk, a pompous-arrogant prick, the Devil himself… he’d heard it all, and yet it didn’t bug him in the slightest. He actually enjoyed the insults. Always flashed a smirk at them and laughed it off. Nobody could dent his confidence… how could they when he was, well, him. A privileged, well-off bachelor, with women falling at his feet and the CEO of an investment company he raised from the dirt. Nobody could say anything to hurt him.
Except himself.
Nicky had the tendency to spend his riches on over-indulgence. Anything he could get his hands on, he would consume it. Drugs, alcohol, women… anything. He would take and take and take, become a total mess, and then go back to reality as if nothing had happened, just to mask the emptiness he felt on a daily basis. He wasn’t just the CEO of a successful company; he was the CEO of toxic habits and coping mechanisms. And it was all because he had everything yet had nothing.
He’d managed to push his family away when he started to fall into the spotlight, the fame totally getting to his head. Who needs a father when you have paparazzi screaming your name – Nicky, Nicky! How does it feel to be the world’s richest CEO? – wherever you went? Who needs a mother when there were plenty of women begging to be in your life already? Who needs siblings when you got your fun from all the sex and drugs you could buy with your fortune? It was an undoubtedly sad life, but Nicky refused to see it. It was only when he was alone – truly alone, on a comedown usually, when all his ‘friends’ had left him to wake up half-dead and laying in his own puke – that he realised how hollow his life really was. And yet, his ego refused to let him pick up the phone and just call them.
And it was all down to his stubborn, dominant side. It was a blessing and a curse. He’d gotten his success from being so head-strong, charismatic, and assertive. Even as a kid, he would take the lead at school, telling people what to do and feeling powerful because of it, enjoying the way they followed his instruction as if he was a king. He couldn’t shake the need to be in control, even in his downtime. It was a constant craving, to have someone at his beck and call at all times, and it was only his lifestyle which allowed him that power.
Except, sometimes he went too far, and sometimes, he got caught doing it.
The tabloids the morning after his ‘breakdown’ hit him like a brick. He was still high when he woke up to phone call upon phone call of his investors telling him they didn’t want to be tied to that kind of person anymore. He’d been in a club, surrounded by women, and made a huge scene when one of them refused him. Who refuses him? He lost his shit and trashed the club, glass smashed, bottles thrown at staff, bouncers assaulted when they tried to remove him from the establishment. The media caught it all on film and it was front page the next day. It was the drugs, he told himself, made him into something he wasn’t. But really, he knew deep down it was his pent-up issues bursting through.
He needed a break from it all, he knew that, but he just didn’t know how to achieve that without losing everything he’d worked so hard for. And that’s when he found out about the Rosewood Manor. Somewhere he could retreat to and still work yet give into the indulges he wanted in an environment that was more secluded and out of the public eye. Of course, he rented one of the penthouses and settled in like he’d lived there his whole life. This was the place to be. This place would fix him, or so he kept telling himself as he continued his toxic habits night after night…
kinks/turn-ons.
rough-play, pet names, bondage, orgasm control, begging (i.e. making them beg), marking, impact-play, cock-worship, anal
turn-offs.
bathroom-play (scat, golden showers, vomitting etc), feet, pet play, child play, exhibitionism to an extent too (his career was ruined by a public outburst so it’s kinda put him off it now y'know?)