Asshole pretty boys own me.

This biting thing wasn’t going to fucking fly.

Ironic, she knew, but it was getting out of hand. She was afraid their daycare workers were going to call child services soon. But none of the tips she’d researched were even making a dent in the behavior, and she was at her wit’s end.

They were trying to have dinner, but their son kept sinking his tiny teeth into his sister’s arm, and it had put everyone but their little biter in a sour mood.

Roman paused with a forkful of food halfway to his lips, set it down slowly, and wiped his mouth with his napkin. He stood and walked toward their all-too-pleased-with-himself son. He leaned over him, hands against the table on either side of the child’s plate. He captured his gaze, and the boy froze, knowing deep in his animal brain that he needed to be very still and quiet.

Roman’s brows had dropped low, pinched just slightly at the center, his jaw clenched, his lips in a tight line. She had seen that look only a handful of times—the few times he was actually trying to control his temper, back before their kids came along.

“What have we told you about biting?” he asked lowly.

Their son squirmed a bit. “It’s…not nice?”

“And what would happen if you did it again?”

His own little brows scrunched. “I would be in trouble,” he finally said, not able to remember the specifics.

“That’s right. So what do you think happens now?”

“I’m in trouble?”

“You’re right, you are.” Roman moved even closer, dropped his voice another octave. “Finish your dinner. You keep your hands to yourself. And when you’re done eating, we’re going to go upstairs and have a talk that you won’t like.”

Their son nodded, defeated, and slowly reached for a chicken nugget.

Roman straightened and resumed his seat.

She watched him intently, his long strides, the way he held onto his authority, the way the other kids had sat up straighter and minded their manners without prompting after their father’s display. Roman folded himself back into his seat, waited a moment for the silence to stretch just enough, then turned his attention to her.

“How did your meeting go, sweetheart?”

She was flushed. She saw him notice. The labored rise and fall of her chest, the way she gripped her wine glass, the way she crossed and uncrossed her legs. He smirked at her.

“It was fine,” she finally said in a rush. “Uh…before you talk to the gremlin, can you and I have a…sidebar?” She continued quietly as the children began their own discussion again.

Roman winked and sipped his wine, his lips stained as he licked them. “Of course.”

When the other kids were settled, she hauled Roman into her giant walk-in closet, and pushed him against the wall. “Fuck me,” she breathed, pawing at his pants. “God, that was so…the way you…fuck, that was some daddy shit.”

He chuckled and spun her around, bending her over the large island in the center of the closet, pulling down her bottoms and brushing his fingers over her center. “You should see me in the boardroom.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Is that an invitation?”

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notes: well, this has been requested since like, the beginning of this blog lol. i finally got around to completing it. i’m putting it under a read more because it’s pretty long. hope y’all enjoy yourselves immensely. also, i put the gif there because what the fuck.

‘Witches can live a thousand life times…be anyone and everyone….we feel them you know…our mate i guess, we can feel the pain they feel….but they don’t know that….well unless you tell them…Roman doesn’t know…when he…does stupid things because he’s an angry little shit….i feel it…..all if it….’

Name: Cinder Elise Payne Age: 17  species: Witch 

Relationships:  Peter: Wolf boy. friends. partial enemies. Roman: Mate. Lovers. Bonded.

Legends: Bonded: When a witch and an Upir bond blood is shared between the pair and from then on the Witch will always feel her mate, She feels when they are in any form of pain and often the mate does not know unless the witch tells them.  When the bonded pair are away from each other for a long period the witch will become deeply saddened. they may become aggressive with those around them, often hurting others with out meaning to. 

When a bond is broken through death or heart break, the Witch may be fully over taken by rage and pain and in so may kill with out remorse or feeling and in so be slain. 

Enemies: Werewolves: It is said when witches and wolves cross paths often the end scene is a blood bath with rarely one survivor. the feud has raged longer then history can show. 

description: in which you let him take his frustrations out on you

requested by: @karaokke 

warnings: daddy kink, roughness, choking, swearing, dirty talk, slight bondage, general filth

notes: y’all asked, and asked, and asked for some daddy kink. so, without further adieu, here you go, fuckers. 

He was on edge.

Muscles tight, jaw set, hands sliding up and down his thighs as he attempted to calm himself for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Normally, he was good at keeping his emotions in check. He stayed composed, pulled together, taking everything with grace. 

But not this time. Oh no, he was far from keeping it together. In fact, he felt like a spool of thread coming unravelled. The only thing, or rather, only person, that could put him back together again, was you. 

And that was precisely why he was on his way home that very moment. 

via Landon Liboiron’s IG @77flippedofficial

you can hear Bill say “that’s svedka, that’s swedish vodka” near the beginning and he says “did you film this!?” at the end lmao

Surely you’d have him as ‘Boot Strap Bill’ as a power play hahahaha

A bright mind was always an asset. This was especially true when it came to Godfrey Industries so Roman had been quick to hire you the moment he had any kind of power there. He knew you from school, knew your intelligence better than you ever expected. You had never exactly been friends but you’d never been strangers. High school had a way of making the unlikeliest of people become acquainted and after a few bio projects together, Roman had decided you were worth his time.

Being worthy of his time was not something that came easily. As someone who spent their life hunting savage werewolves and surrounded by blood sucking upirs, it wasn’t every day that a regular human caught his eye. After you graduated he offered to pay your schooling on the condition that you worked for his company. You had agreed without hesitation. A degree without debt and a stable job was all you could ask for.

You had developed a deep love for Roman despite your best efforts to remain professional. Long nights at the lab that would then turn into late dinners at the nearest diner surely didn’t help. You’d grown to see a different side of him, the tired kid who had taken on so much so soon. He found a comfort in your presence that he personally hadn’t expected. You’d found out about his roots which was only natural as you worked alongside Pryce. Before long you’d developed a better substance that tasted nearly identical to blood to keep him fed, something he was eternally grateful for.

So sitting through yet another meeting as Roman showed pictures of his latest woman conquest and talked about how much he fucked her was enough to push your buttons. You couldn’t handle it anymore. And the second Pryce screamed at you later that same day for something gone wrong in the lab, you snapped.

“I quit!”

You stormed out of the laboratory, tearing your clearance pass off of your neck. You only barely caught sight of Roman as you pushed past him, fuming at the entire situation.

“Wait! Y/N, where are you going?” he asked as he quickly caught up with you. He had just been on his way down to visit you and was caught off guard when you nearly slammed the door open on his face.

“I quit, Roman!” You threw the lanyard at him, your Godfrey employee I.D. staring straight at him as he caught it.

“What? You can’t just leave!”

“No! You take your money and your fancy scientists and just shove them all up your ass! I’m done.”

The finality in the tone of your voice frightened him. You were never one to make rash decisions but you seemed set in this one.

“You’re not done,” he growled, his hand reaching out and wrapping around your arm. He pulled you to a stop, his eyes wild as his mind raced to find a solution. “Is it Pryce? I’ll fire that bastard.”

You laughed, half amused, half in disbelief.

“It’s everything. It’s this place that just feels wrong. It’s Pryce running unethical and inhumane experiments that I’m just expected to pretend aren’t happening. It’s sitting in that board room as you go on and on about whatever bitch you were fucking last week.”

His eyes widened in surprise at venom that laced your words. You were angry, that was a given, but there was something else.

“Are you…jealous?” He asked in disbelief. Never had he seen you act this way, so wild and full of fury. You scoffed, eyes narrowed as you pulled out of his grasp.

“I quit.”

Roman struggled to keep up with your pace as you stormed away from him faster than he thought possible. This time he grabbed you, pushing you up against the wall with both arms on either side of you to block an escape. Workers passing by scurried off, afraid that they’d be fired if they interfered.

“You think I don’t think about you? That I don’t picture your face when I’m fucking other girls and wish it was you under me?” His breathing was ragged as he admitted the truth out loud.

“Oh, I’m sorry that my face is such an inconvenience when you’re shoving your dick inside someone else,” you spat back. You weren’t flattered at all by what he had said. His hand slammed against the wall, close enough to your head that you flinched.

“Goddammit Y/N!” he yelled, his frustration apparent as he pulled away from you. You made no move to run as he turned his back to you. His hands ran through his hair, something he did when he was at his breaking point. He turned back and waved a long finger at your face.

“I fucking love you,” he finally said. His eyes were blazing as he stepped forward, pushing your back into the wall again. “I won’t let you leave.”

“Let me?” you replied, challenging his statement. He growled in a mixture of annoyance and desperation before crashing his lips onto yours, devouring you in ways he had always wanted to. Your initial instinct was to push away but he merely grabbed onto you, pulling you in closer as he forced his tongue into your mouth. Your resistance faded away as you allowed yourself to indulge in Roman Godfrey, the man who had quickly stolen your heart and your sanity.

“Stay,” he said as he pulled away just enough to allow you room to breathe.

“I’m gonna need more than just a kiss for me to stay,” you replied, your voice just above a whisper. He nodded, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he placed hard kisses along your skin.