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taintandviolent · 6 months ago

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Ache ; Roman Godfrey x secretary!Reader

summary: [PART TWO TO THIS FIC!] It's only been a week and a half since secretary!reader and Roman's little interaction in his office, but he's pretending like nothing happened. When reader decides to have a night out, Roman's jealousy gets the best of him and he intervenes.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 4.3K | themes of jealousy and possessiveness, mentions of alcohol, Roman kind of being aggressive for no reason, blood kink, blood consumption, cunnilingus (female receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, finger sucking, mind control.

a/n: idea/requested by @xxbimbobunnyxx! thank you so much for having thoughts and letting me indulge in my sicko thoughts about this tall Swedish man, baby!! i hope you love this! not really beta-read, as per usual. forgive me. divider by @/strangergraphics!!

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It had been a week and a half but it had felt like an eternity to you, if you were being truthful with yourself. Business ran as normal; your menial tasks and appointment setting resumed. Roman looked at you the same way he always did, unnervingly, hungrily, with his lips pursed forward and wide eyes following you as you walked past, but he hadn't mentioned it. In fact, it was as though it had never happened at all. There were no secretive touches, no lingering smirks... he'd hardly called you into his office, in fact. Aside from work-related topics, he was all but ignoring you.

He'd told you not to mention it to anyone, but you thought there would be something, some semblance of recognition in his eyes when your gazes met. If there was, it was masked by his own impassive aloofness. You were frustrated in every way, but most of all sexually. Your nights at home were spent furiously masterbating in your bathtub or your bed, sometimes with a vibrator, sometimes without, trying to reach the same level of orgasm that you had with Roman. Each attempt was futile, and ultimately, a failure. On Friday night after work, you'd decided to go to one of the few bars in town, in hopes that some alcohol would untangle the mess of wires that your nervous system had become.

Still dressed in your silk blouse, tight pencil skirt and heels, it didn't take you long to attract the attention of a guy. You were truthfully thankful for the flirting, and your willingness to chat with him inadvertently turned into a date. He'd bought your first drink, while he nursed his second casually as the conversation naturally progressed. His name was Jacob, he had lived in Hemlock Grove all his life, had a daughter, and worked at the Fire Station. He was handsome, certainly enough to hold a conversation with. He was sweet, you could tell. His fingers brushed against yours delicately as he reached for his glass, sending a shiver up your spine. The way his soft smile curled up on one side, his soft, chocolate button eyes watched you as you spoke...

With a polite smile, you answered his latest question, bouncing one of your patent leather high heels off the tip of your toe. "Oh, I work at the Godfrey Institute."

"Wow." He said, impressed. "The Institute? What's that like?" His expression was one of genuine curiosity, which, to you, was normal. Most people wondered about the massive, ominous structure that overlooked their town. You could hardly blame him, you'd been one of them prior to working there.

You blinked. What was work like? Without warning, your mind's eye was flushed with red and you could almost taste him on your tongue. Roman fucking you over his desk, mercilessly, while the blood dribbled onto your naked body. You thought about the way his cock felt as it pushed into you, the swollen, red tip parting your slick folds. You thought about his hands as they explored you, flesh tasting flesh hungrily and the way that he slipped his long fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck them, to drink someone else's blood.

"That bad, huh?"

"What?" You blinked again.

"That was way too long of a pause. It's that bad?"

"No! No," you stammered, taking another sip of your drink. "It's not bad at all. It pays well. Good benefits. My boss can just be... a lot to handle."

You had to control your smirk; you handled him just fine. Fighting your own expression, you brought the tiny straw to your mouth and sucked down some liquid.

"Aren't all bosses a lot to handle?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "But Mr. Godfrey is... different."

"Well," he murmured, leaning in closer to you. "He better not be mistreating you. You're too pretty for that."

A demure, gracious smile crossed your lips as he leaned into you, nudging you with his shoulder. It was playful, but held intention, you could feel it. You took another sip of your drink, staring coyly at the ice cubes.

That was when you felt it; the inviting haze. It held a promise of a command, something you'd be compelled to do. Which, at that point, could be anything. Your cunt immediately responded to the familiar sensation, desperate for his attention again. She clenched and you shuddered violently, gasping aloud.

"You okay?" Concern laced his voice.

"Yes, yes, sorry."

Jacob took a swig of his own drink, grinning into it as he did. He thought the reaction was from him, and it gave him a boost of confidence to slip his arm around your hips and pull you close to him.

"I think you're the prettiest woman I've ever seen..." Jacob spoke into the shell of your ear, whispering sweetly. Another shiver erupted at the base of your neck and travelled downwards. His breath was hot, and smelled invitingly like whiskey. For a fleeting moment, you thought about turning your head, brushing your lips against his soft ones. After a week of nothing but iciness, it would’ve been so nice to feel someone against you, wanting you, craving you.

That was until the overwhelming urge to turn around took control of your body, akin to the sensation of feeling someone's eyes on you. Your skin prickled. Panicking, you pivoted your body and searched the faces in the bar, flitting from one to another. None of them were the face you were looking for, none of them held the gaze that you felt.

You spun around to the other side, your hair whipping around your shoulder. Though smoke clouded the bar, you could see him clear as day. He stood at the other end of the bar, elbows propped up on the edge, a scotch glass loosely dangling from his hand. His green eyes seemed to cut through the haze, locking onto you in a troubling grip. He didn't look happy - he looked the way he did before he yelled at someone at the Institute, his chest heaving with drawn out, frustrated breaths.

Masking your nerves, you turned back to your drink, pinched the straw between your thumb and forefinger and flung it behind you, bringing the rim of the glass to your lips. The rest of the liquid flowed down your throat, stinging as it went. It provided no relief to the tightness in your stomach, unfortunately.

"Woah, hey, what's the deal? You okay?" Jacob asked, his hand on your forearm.

"I..." You turned around again, expecting to be caught in Roman's gaze again... but he was gone. That was somehow more unsettling.

"Y/N…"

"Woah, shit. Where'd you come from?" Jacob jumped, his knee bumping into yours.

Your head turned slowly at the sound of his voice. He stood behind Jacob, a polite smile spread across his full lips. To someone who didn't know him, it would be a convincing one. To you, it wasn't. You'd seen him smile condescendingly at someone before ripping into them too many times. There was malice behind it and his eyes confirmed it.

The reaction that your body had to him was embarrassing and honestly unwarranted. It wasn't like you hadn't seen him in a week and a half; you saw him mere hours ago, but his attention hadn't been on you in the way it was now. Your cheeks flushed, your cunt throbbed in your underwear, desperate to feel him again.

"Sorry for interrupting."

Still obviously put off by his sudden appearance, Jacob nodded slowly. "It's... fine..."

"Jacob," you started, flashing a bright, albeit fake smile. "This is my boss... Mr. Godfrey."

Being the obvious gentleman that he was, Jacob stuck his hand out first. It seemed Roman was completely content with tightening his smile and giving the man a nod but after a few painful moments, he finally shook the man's hand.

"Unfortunately, I have to steal her. Very pressing matter at the Institute." Roman’s long fingers wrapped around your bicep, enveloping it. His steel grip hurt, but you didn’t dare say anything.

"Now, wait a minute." Jacob interjected, standing up from the stool.

"Get lost." Roman hissed, stepping forward slightly. "Now."

And just like that, Jacob got up from his seat, put a twenty on the bar and walked towards the door. Feeling the warm stream flowing from his nostril, Roman wiped his nose, the blood collecting on the back of his hand. You stared, dumbfounded. Had Jacob really given up that easily? Or was there something to Roman Godfrey that you hadn't considered? You looked from the door back to your boss, who god – really towered over you.

"What did I say?" Roman asked, sternly.

"Nothing about that." You retorted, shaking your head, your confidence wavering. Though nothing had been exchanged about that, you knew what he meant.

"I told you to..."

"No," you corrected, cutting him off. "You told me not to tell anyone about what we did. I haven't."

"Maybe you need a reminder."

You thought about retorting with something smart, but Roman took a step closer to you, holding his hand up to your face. The smell of iron hit your nose. Instinctively, your tongue flicked out, lapping at the small streak of blood on the back of his hand. As before, the taste of it made you want to gag, but it aroused you all the same.

"Mr. Godfrey," You cooed, looking up at him with doe eyes. "Am I not allowed to enjoy myself on my own time?"

Roman raised his brows, as if to ask if you'd been enjoying yourself. You had been... to a degree. Despite Jacob being nice, you knew that fucking him wouldn't be the same as fucking Roman. It wouldn’t satiate the hunger that pulsed deep within your pussy, he wouldn’t fuck you the same way. That was all he needed; he laughed through his nose. He stiffened above you, somehow elongating even more.

"Your cunt is aching for me, I can smell it."

Fuck. The humiliation had you wanting to whine and throw your body against his, wrapping your arms around his neck like you had a week ago. Writhing, you pressed your thighs together tightly. Roman’s eyes flitted down, watching as you rubbed them together pathetically, desperately trying to alleviate the throbbing sensation.

“What am I supposed to be reminded of? As though I’ve stopped thinking about it.”

“Oh, really?”

You rolled your lips inward and bit down, closing your eyes. He hadn’t even asked you to say that, you’d just done it on your accord. The drink you’d had must’ve been working – at what, you weren’t sure. Humiliating yourself? You took a breath, pacifying yourself.

“Remember what I said about not firing you?” He asked, his voice low.

“What? I’m fired?”

He laughed breathily, rolling his eyes away from you, then back. “No. But if you keep fucking around, I might reconsider.”

“Fucking around?” You asked, shocked, pain darkening your gaze. “I had a drink with a guy! I wasn’t aware that it was off-limits.”

“You’re my personal assistant, remember me saying that? I need you available whenever the fuck I want you available. Not fucking some random guy in a bar.”

Your pussy twinged with heat and the tugging sensation in your stomach worsened. Though he hadn’t said it, his motivations were obvious; he was jealous and he wanted you available for him at all times. Though somewhere, you were sure that you should feel disrespected, you couldn’t find it in yourself to acknowledge it. There was a workplace violation here somewhere. Your tongue darted out, running along your bottom lip teasingly.

Suddenly, you said: “Fine, then. I’m going home.” Partially, it was a test. The thrill of the chase.

“Probably a good idea.” He flashed his brows at you, almost expectantly.

You turned on your heels, allowing your hand to drift behind you just enough to graze Roman’s swelling cock through his perfectly pleated dress pants. You heard him inhale a breath through his teeth, but he didn’t follow you. As you pushed through the door, he was still standing by the bar, watching you.

Outside, the cold night air bit at your cheeks, but you were in the car before the frigidness penetrated too deeply. You tossed your purse onto the passenger seat, retrieved your keys from it, and started the engine. Leave it to him to frustrate you, yet again. Now, not only were you unimaginably horny, but you were unable to get your kicks with anyone else, because God forbid Roman needed something. Fine, if he wanted to play, you’d play. Tomorrow, you devised, you’d be as aloof as he was. Your mood would be a mirror, reflecting whatever his was.

Unbeknownst to you, the cherry-red Jaguar pulled out behind you moments later, gravel crunching underneath the tires. You huffed and reached for the stereo knob, turning it halfway. Music filled the car with a peppy and happy beat – something that didn’t match your mood at all.

As you drove, your peripheral was filled with blackness. Hemlock Grove was dark at night. Really dark. The woods that surrounded the town seemed to go on forever, trees looming up around you like soldiers that guarded the population. Then, there was the issue of the wolves…

You looked in the rearview mirror and squinted, blinded by the headlights of a car – but not just any car. You recognized that car anywhere, having seen it parked at the Institute every day. He was following you awfully close, probably making sure you weren’t trying to lose him. That was the last thing on your mind. In fact, you were silently praying that he followed you all the way home… but, just to test him, you eased your foot into the gas pedal, watching as the speedometer crept higher. For as masterfully as you handled the roads, Roman handled them better. His headlights never left your mirrors.

As you pulled into the driveway of your modest little house, you switched off the music and killed the engine. You glanced at the rearview mirror again, delighted to find that Roman was blocking you in. Though your address was on your resume, he now had a visual of where you lived, and knew how to get there whenever he wanted. You shivered excitedly at the thought. With a smirk slicing your features, you walked around to the back of your car, hands on your hip. Roman was getting out of his car, elongating. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he closed in the distance between the two of you, and his hands gripped your waist tightly, fingers jabbing into the soft flesh. Roughly turning you around, Roman pinned your hips between his and the trunk of your car. Invading your personal space, he urged his back against yours, forcing you downwards.

“Jesus Christ, are you insane? My neighbours will see.”

His expression darkened, as if he was considering doing it anyway. Planting your hands on the trunk, you pushed your back against his chest again but behind you, it was as though he was made of iron. Didn’t move, not even a little bit. Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. Fighting against him, you grunted. What was he doing?

“Stop it,” you pleaded, trying to press yourself upwards. “W-we can’t do this out here.”

As if Mother Nature herself wanted to thwart his attempts, the clouds that had loomed, obscuring the moon all night, finally decided to dump. The deluge drenched both of you within seconds, thunder rumbling above. You twisted your body to glance behind you. His perfectly arranged hair was now mussed; dark, dripping strands hanging in front of his forehead. He was staring pointedly at you, burning holes into your skin.

Finally, Roman conceded to your worries – or maybe just didn’t want to get any wetter – and shoved himself off you with an angry, annoyed huff. With a jerk of his head, he encouraged you to move. He followed you up the small pathway, and you’d hardly put the key in the slot before you felt Roman’s body pressing into yours, forcing you inside. You dropped your bag on the small bench by the door, and turned to the looming figure behind you.

“Why are you being so…” your voice trailed off, partially afraid to vocalize what you were going to ask him.

He didn’t answer, again, and instead, his lips found yours, his tongue slipping in past your teeth. He tasted like scotch; warm and seductive. While still kissing you – gentler than he’d ever been – walked you backwards. You were more than happy to blindly let you guide him off a cliff at this point. Abruptly, Roman’s hands met your chest, shoving you hard back against the sofa. It almost punched the breath from your lungs, but you steadied yourself, looking up at him.

“What is your problem?” You furrowed your brows. “Are you really that upset with me? You never told me that I couldn’t have a drink with a guy.”

“Do you not listen? I said I need you available whenever the fuck I want. For whatever the fuck I want.”

Roman kicked your feet apart, the spikes of your heels catching on the fibres of the sheepskin rug below you. Slotting himself in between your thighs, Roman got to his knees, his hands cupping your kneecaps. He harshly pulled your legs apart, the fabric of your skirt gathering at your hips as he did. You were exposed to him, the thin strip of your underwear barely covering you. The smoothness of his chin ghosted along your thigh, his lips grazing the flesh just before he reaches where you want him. It takes everything in your power not to push him between your legs, onto your aching cunt, but somehow, you resisted the urge, and dug your nails into the sofa cushions instead.

He bent his head down, tongue stretching out over his lips and immediately, you felt the hot rush of his breath wash over you, your stomach clenching tightly in anticipation. As the tip of his tongue delved between your folds, you jerked against the soft fabric of your sofa. Your back arched, pressing against the resistance of the cushions. With his mouth still attached to your clit, his bright green eyes flitted to you, brows lifting on his forehead. Long arms unfolded from your legs, reaching up to your breasts like two shadows. His hands cupped them outside of your satin blouse, attempting to thumb your nipple through the layers but quickly decided that it wasn’t good enough. With a quick flash of movement, Roman had ripped your blouse apart for the second time. You bit back a yelp.

As he rolled your nipples between his fingers, pinching them here and there, his eyes drank you in, watching as the shifting shadow pattern of the leaves danced across your bare skin. The storm raged on outside as Roman devoured your insides like one of the supposed wolves in the woods. His tongue flicked quickly at her before he paused to lick a long stripe from your entrance upwards, lingering to drive the tip into your clit. God. The buzzing contact made you scream and writhe and cry. He growled into her as you cried out, never relenting. With pathetic, slutty moans punctuating his every move, you rolled your head back against the sofa, letting your eyes drift shut. Every time he made contact with her, kitten licking and teasing you with intention, you whined. While his tongue stayed busy, one of Roman’s hands drifted away from your hardened nipple, and slithered back down until it found your wet entrance, prodding the slit curiously. Your body convulsed, a desperate whimper falling from your lips. He was going to fuck you. No, he was going to overstimulate you.

He sank his fingers all the way in, to the knuckle, and began pumping his wrist back and forth. Two fingers opened inside you, stretching you out before curling up to hit the sensitive, spongy flesh deep within you. Your nails scraped along the fibres of the sofa cushion, flailing for something to grip onto.

“Oh my fucking god… Oh my god.” Involuntarily, your hips began rolling with his motions, driving his fingers in deeper to you with every thrust.

“Good girl,” Roman muttered, the humming vibrations sending a shockwave through your core.That cold voice with the slight lilt of an accent you couldn’t place – it did something to you. The first warning clench. Oh no. Your pupils dilated at the feeling, your breath quickened. He was going to make you cum, possibly faster than you ever had in your life. You couldn’t remember how many times you’d tried to make yourself orgasm in the past week, but he somehow managed to do it within minutes.

“Fuckfuckfuck, oh my god, I’m gonna’...”

Your breath catches in your throat. And just like that, the sensations were gone. You stammered out some words of displeasure, lifting your head to look up at him. Roman stuck both his glistening fingers in his mouth, suckling them like a greedy child. Your legs were still quivering when he took hold of them, pulling you closer to the edge of the sofa. “Did I say you could cum?”

You panted, feeling frustrated. Your body screamed in agony over the lack of stimulation, and every time you clenched, you felt the hot burn of an orgasm denied.

“Did I?”

“N-no…”

You collapse against the sofa, shuddering. Agony. Nothing but agony. This entire week had been nothing but an edge-fest, and there he was, edging you some more. You felt your expression contort into a frown, tears welling at the corners of your eyes. The sound of his belt buckle brought you back, snapping to attention. You looked down between your legs just in time to see Roman pull his stiff cock free, a bead of precum leaking from the slit. The tip was blushing, and looked hot to the touch. You squeezed your thighs together, sandwiching the head into the pillowy flesh of your thighs – it was.

Roman didn’t give you any time to prepare. Once the tip breached your slit, he sank in until your torsos touched. You gasped, leaning forward in slight discomfort. He paused for a moment, letting your body adjust to the girth.

“So fuckin’ tight.”

He began thrusting, quickly. Repeatedly impaling you with his cock, moving his hips back and forth in half circles, Roman’s movements were controlled, hitting you in a spot that made you cry out with each thrust. You suddenly rasped his name, disrupting his rhythm. It was the first time that you’d called him Roman as opposed to Mr. Godfrey, and the intimacy of the gesture had his cock throbbing within your slick pussy. He leaned forward, clenching his teeth.

“You’re mine, you fucking know that?” His lips moved against your ear as he spoke, sending a violent chill down your spine.

Between laboured pants, you nodded weakly. He did it so well. He did everything so well – without trying – and it had you in pieces. You couldn’t take it back, the feelings that had been roiling inside your system for weeks had been confirmed. Now he knew it, because you acknowledged it. No going back.

“That’s right.” Roman leaned into you, pressing his cock further into you, grinding down into you until you saw stars. As he chased his orgasm, fucking you hard against the sofa cushions, the head of his cock relentlessly pounded your insides – hammered into a part of you that ached. You held onto his shoulders, pressing yourself up against him just to feel the warmth of his skin against your own. Roman pulled you up further, his long arms winding around your back with ease. His cock slipped out from inside you, bobbing against the inside of your thighs, smearing a mixture of arousals on the hot flesh. After a little bit of rearranging, he hoisted you up into his arms and sat down on the sofa, lowering you back down onto his length slowly.

As the muscle clenched around his cock, Roman let out a deep grunt, inhaling through his teeth. The feeling of being so full overtook your systems. You were blanking, unable to speak and barely able to think over the heavy thudding of your own pulse. Roman’s hand finds your neck, gripping it softly. Your pulse hammers against his fingers, and groaning, he bucked his hips up into you just a little bit harder.

“Fuck – I…”

“What? Talk. Use your mouth, or I’ll use it for you.”

With a devilish smirk, you almost considered stuttering again, just to see what he’d do. You moaned. “Feels– feels so good. I wanna’ cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna’ cum all over that cock, you little whore?”

You nodded, using your leg muscles to bounce faster atop his cock. Every time the tip hit your cervix, you winced, but it was an ache that you’d been craving for almost weeks. Gasping, you threw your head back, running your hands up your torso. The skin was feverish, your whole body was on fire, it felt like every inch of exposed skin was engulfed at that point. Roman’s hands clamped onto your hips, lifting you up off his cock slightly. Mouth hanging slack, eyes lust blown, he began thrusting up into your sopping cunt. Faster and harder and over and over and again and again, until you came, screaming into his shoulder.

His own orgasm came shortly after, coating your insides with his blisteringly hot seed. He kept thrusting until your clenching stopped, and the white oozed from your cunt. With a whimper, you rolled off his lap and collapsed into the crook of the sofa. Your chest heaved, sweat dripping down from every place it could.

Roman lifted his hips up to pull his trousers back up, tucking his softening cock into his briefs. He ran a hand through his hair before pushing himself up off the sofa, heading straight for the door. You straightened up, bringing a pillow to your stomach.

“Where are you going?”

Coldly, he said: “I’ll see you tomorrow. Wear a dress.”

The door shut behind him. Tomorrow was Saturday. What did he mean by that? What was his fucking problem? God, you loved it.

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kingkat12 · 21 days ago

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mistletoe (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, dumbification, mature themes, manipulation, toxic relationship, sorta uncomfortable oops, is Roman using his powers or not?, angsty fluff

summary: one week of repeated quarrels brew down to a heated conversation at a Christmas party... will Roman be able to convince you he knows what's best for you?

word count: 1,536

a/n: hey again!<33 i wanted something cute and Christmas-y, but damn... this is far away from that. I doubt Roman likes Christmas at all anyway, so I couldn't bring myself to write something fluffy omg. read at your own discretion, love u<33 merry christmas!!!

"... You hung it up there on purpose,"

"I didn't," Roman said, smirking down at me as he pointed at the mistletoe above us. Evil man, cornering me in the doorway to the empty kitchen. "This is fate. You have to kiss me now."

Under any other circumstance, I would've been a blushing mess. I might've indulged the banter, I might've already dragged him down to my level and kissed him, but alas-- I didn't have it in me. Not after we had been bickering for a whole week. "Since when were you an avid participant in tradition?" I snarked, crossing my arms over my chest as I glared up at my tall boyfriend. "You hate everything else, but this mistletoe-stuff is acceptable to you?"

Roman rolled his eyes, snapping out of his feigned indulgence. "You're being difficult,"

"And you're yet to apologize!"

"Come on!" Roman let out a big huff, pointing at the sweater he had been forced to wear to this party hosted by my friends; the theme was ugly Christmas sweaters, and I bought him one that was just perfect. Seeing the big, bad Roman Godfrey in a reindeer sweater with a red nose that lit up when you booped it was a consolation prize after our quarrels this week. "Look at the shit I do for you, okay? Now stop giving me grief and kiss me!"

Had I not been wearing heels, I would've probably stomped my foot like a toddler-- "No! I'm still mad at you!"

"For what?" he snapped, his green gaze narrowing with his next words; "For that thing I said about your friends?"

What a stupid question. "Obviously!"

Roman let out a patronizing laugh as he rolled his eyes, reaching up to touch the mistletoe above us in the doorway. "They do suck,"

"They do not!"

"They come up with humiliating Christmas sweater parties, and on top of that, they suck,"

Fucking hell. Dating Roman was impossible at times. I glanced around, making sure no one was around to hear this conversation-- I doubted my friends would be happy to hear this coming out of his mouth. "And you think I'm the biggest fan of Peter?" I hissed, turning to face my boyfriend again. "He keeps reciting Romeo and Juliet and claiming he wrote the passages! He's crazy too!"

That seemed to strike a nerve with Roman; "Hey!"

"Hey right back at you!"

"At least he's nice!"

"My friends are nice too!--"

"No, they suck!" Roman leaned down to my level; he scanned the annoyed look on my face as he took a step forward, forcing my back up against the doorframe. "You know they hate me, right?" he said, lowering his voice.

My eyes rounded out, feeling my breath get stuck in my chest. "They don't," I tried not to sound so meek, but it turned out to be impossible. I couldn't bring myself to raise my voice at Roman now that he was so close, now that his breath was falling hot against my cheek.

He tilted his head to the side, sending me the condescending look I knew all too well. "You're so naive," he whispered. "They talk shit about me, and they talk shit about you. Do you know why I've been so pissed at you all week? It's because you can't stand up for yourself when it comes to those bitches!"

I didn't want to hear it. I really, really didn't. "Roman--"

"They walk all over you, do you not see it?!"

Angry tears were welling up in my eyes; "Stop it!--"

"You think I want you to be around people like that? Don't you think I want what's best for you?"

"You don't know what's best for me!" I hissed, deciding to get back up in his face. Roman was pissing me off more and more by the minute. "You control every other aspect of my life, and I let you, but not this one! My friends are my territory, and I need to have some autonomy here!"

It was true-- I liked turning my brain off around Roman. I liked that he had money, that he drove me everywhere, that he paid someone else to get my homework done, that he paid for my manicures, because why should I not allow myself the luxury? He got off on it, anyway. It drove him absolutely mad, gave him a high to doll me up and parade me around. So yes, I allowed him control of almost every part of my life, but not this one. I had to be able to make one good choice, no? Or was my brain already too far gone, too fried by pleasantries to function?

Roman's green eyes narrowed as he glared down at me. He let out a sharp breath, visibly growing angrier by the second. However, he contained it with bitten-down words; "And you know why you're so happy to give me control? Because deep down, you're aware that you make bad choices,"

"I don't!--"

"You do,"

Every piece of my self-worth was crumbling at his feet. I let it all sink in, and allowed myself to chew and process the truth he was serving me; Roman was painfully right. I had never been the best at making any choice of any sort. I wasn't sure why my lower lip was quivering with my next quiet words; "But... I like my friends,"

Roman sighed, eyes softening at the sight of me. "I know," he cooed, reaching forward to stroke his thumb across my cheek. "But I'll find you some new ones, okay? Let me deal with it for you."

I didn't want to fight anymore. Didn't want to fight this-- Roman's eventual occupation of my whole life, and his need to conquer every piece of me. There was something about the spark in the green of his eyes, the hidden fire behind his innocent, sweet words that I innately liked, anyway.

Roman made me feel dumb.

So unbelievably brainless.

... Because maybe I was?

I let my inner monologue die out, go into static noise, as Roman's hand went into the hair at the nape of my neck. He twisted his fingers harshly into my locks as he grinned against my lips-- He had won. Fucking Napoleon. "I'm gonna take such good care of you," he cooed. "You don't ever have to see any of these people again, I'll make sure you don't."

Maybe that was for the best?

Roman knew better than me, anyway. Roman was smart.

I was nothing compared to him.

Nothing.

Roman's eyes sparkled with glee at the sight of the wreck he had made out of me. Finally, after one week of planting seeds of doubt in my mind, he had gotten through to my psyche. "What do you say we get out of here, hm?"

I nodded, trying not to hiss as his fist in my hair tightened. Now, I couldn't move-- I was forced to look straight into his eyes, unable to escape his gaze.

"Gonna fuck you real nice for being such a good girl," Roman whispered, brushing his bottom lip against mine as I let out a shaky breath. "How many times do you want to cum tonight? I'll do it all for you, don't be shy."

I so desperately hoped no one was hearing this conversation. However, it hit me that it didn't matter; I wouldn't see these people again. Roman would make sure of that. "Two?" I tried, not sure what to answer. He got so intense sometimes, it made me weak at the knees with discomfort.

Roman tsked, grinning; "I think we can shoot higher. Let's say three,"

Who was I to deny myself such pleasure? "Okay," I breathed, feeling my cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Nonetheless, I made a point out of getting up on my tippytoes to get closer to his face. "Roman?"

He seemed as amused as ever; "Yeah?"

"Did you still want that kiss?"

Roman glanced up at the mistletoe, momentarily letting out a short laugh. I was sure he had forgotten about it. "You bet," Roman murmured, glancing back down at me before leaning down, nudging my nose with his as an invitation.

I smiled as joy coursed through my veins-- I knew I was in good hands. Roman knew how to take care of me properly, much better than I ever could myself.

It took me about a second before I realized I was leaning in.

Two seconds to realize Roman's soft lips were on mine with the gentlest touch known to man.

And three to realize I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Someone who kisses like this couldn't ever want anything bad to happen to me, right? His motives couldn't be selfish-- no, that was impossible. Roman's kisses were merely touches of utter love, kisses to ease me, disarm me, and push me into the right path of submission. Every brush of the soft pillows of his lips against mine was the equivalent of a verbal confession of love.

As I pulled him closer, mentally thanking the person who hung up the mistletoe here, I saw red lights shine through my closed lids-- I smiled into the kiss, realizing we had set off the red reindeer nose of his sweater.

This is what I was made for.

This was who I was made for.

Roman-- only Roman.

#roman godfrey #roman godfrey x reader #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #bill skarsgard #oneshot #christmas oneshot #hemlock grove fanfiction #bill skarsgård fanfiction #this is so problematic omg #i have no idea what came over me #oh well #i miss posting!!!

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theres-a-body-here · 1 year ago

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(male reader please!)

thinking about godfrey fucking the poor little tarnished warrior who thought that he could best him in combat :)

he’s been quite alone in the lands-between for a while now.. without the touch of another.. might as well take you to be his hunky concubine/body pillow :)

Godfrey x Male!reader

You probably should've put more levels into Vigor.

Maybe even Mind.

But nope. You put a majority of your runes into leveling intelligence.

And now you're pinned underneath the First Elden Lord. You glance to the right of you. Your Carian Regal Scepter lies just out of reach. You wonder if maybe you should've listened to Nepheli and gone with the max strength build. Damn. Maybe you could respec after you die. it's only been about 24 times you've been slain by this massive beast of a man. Hell, you've onl- and he's staring at you.

Actually.....you realize he's been staring at you the entire time you've been internally monologuing. Gods, he's large.

You try to squirm a bit. Yep. Completely trapped. You begin to wonder why he hasn't killed you yet.

As Godfrey's face loomed closer to yours, you could feel his hot breath on your skin. A shiver ran down your spine as he moved in toward your neck.

"What...What are you doing?" you stammered out, trying to squirm away from him.

Godfrey let out a deep chuckle. "Don't be afraid, Tarnished," he growled. "I simply haven't been with another for so long..."

With that, he pressed his lips against your neck and began to kiss and bite at the sensitive flesh there. Despite yourself, a moan of pleasure escaped from your lips.

You continued to struggle weakly against Godfrey, but his grip on you was too strong. He chuckled lightly as he felt you squirming beneath him.

"Relax yourself," he murmured into your ear. "I won't hurt you.....unless you wish for me to."

With that, Godfrey leaned in and began kissing and biting at your neck again. You could feel yourself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment, despite the fact that this was all so unexpected.

His lips found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and he began to suck eagerly at the flesh there. Before long, he had left a bright red hickey on your skin -- one that would likely take days to fade away.

"Gods..." you breathed out, unable to resist any longer.

As Godfrey continued to lavish attention on your neck, you found yourself growing increasingly lightheaded. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine and making your blood boil with desire. You let out another moan.

"You sound like a lovesick maiden," he teased as he nipped at your collarbone. "Perhaps you would be better suited to being my consort rather than the new Elden Lord."

He chuckled darkly as he moved back down to your neck once more, tracing his tongue along the sensitive flesh there. You let out a moan of pleasure that was louder than before as sensations rippled through you.

"Such sweet music," Godfrey murmured against your skin. "I could listen to it all day."

"Mmmm...please," you choke out, unable to keep yourself from begging for more.

Godfrey let out a low growl as he continued biting and kissing at your neck. His hands roamed over your body, pulling at the straps of your armor and exposing more skin for him to attack. You hear some of the armor's strings ripping apart.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured against your skin. "I knew it...you were made for this."

You could feel yourself growing even more aroused at his words. It was true -- everything about Godfrey seemed to be designed to arouse you.

"I..." you began breathlessly, unsure of what else to say in the face of such overwhelming pleasure.

It wasn't before he tore away all of your clothing. You hiss as your hard cock is exposed to the cold air.

Godfrey's eyes roamed hungrily over your naked body as he chuckled darkly, taking in every inch of skin that was now on display. You felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed under his gaze, which seemed to strip you down to nothing more than the rawest essence of yourself.

"You're such a skinny and weak boy," he teased, tracing his fingertips lightly over your skin. "How do you expect to be able to handle everything that comes with being the new Elden Lord?"

Your cheeks burned red with embarrassment as Godfrey continued to taunt you. It was true -- compared to him, you were nothing but a weakling.

"I...I don't know," you stammered out weakly.

Godfrey let out a low growl as he leaned in closer, pressing his body against yours until you could feel the heat emanating off him like an inferno.

"Well, we'll just have to see if I can toughen you up then won't we?" He purred lowly into your ear.

You shuddered involuntarily at the sensation before letting out another moan.

Godfrey then backs off of you, you took a deep breath and braced yourself for what was to come. You could feel his gaze on your naked body as he began to work on removing his own loincloth and groin coverings.

"There's a good boy," he growled deeply in his throat. "You're not going anywhere, are you?"

Your face burned bright red at the suggestion that you might flee. To be honest, you weren't entirely certain whether or not that was what you wanted to do -- but for now, at least, there was no denying the overwhelming attraction that pulled you inexorably towards him.

"N-no," you stammered out weakly.

Godfrey let out a low chuckle as he finished undressing himself completely. His massive member sprang free from its confines and stood proud between his legs like some kind of wild beast leashed and ready to pounce upon its prey.

Out of nowhere, Godfrey pulled you towards him, it all happened so quickly that your mind barely had a chance to keep up. Before you knew it, you were astride him, with his massive manhood pressing against your skin as he lay under you.

He chuckled darkly as he looked up at you and saw the confusion written plainly on your face.

"Don't look so surprised," he growled in response to the expression on your face. "I'll let you be on top...this time."

You could see a small smirk spreading across his lips as he spoke those words -- clearly enjoying the idea of throwing a bone to someone whom he viewed as being decidedly beneath him.

His words made your cheeks burn bright red as you felt the unmistakable sensation of your cock rubbing against his bare chest. You groaned softly under your breath as pleasure rippled through you at the thought of there being "another time".

Godfrey let out another low laugh before reaching up to grab hold of your hips firmly, guiding them back and forth over his slick chest while making sure that it was getting stimulated in every possible way.

You whimpered as your cock rutted against him. Godfrey seems to like the sounds you make as he lets out a hum of approval.

As you kept rutting against Godfrey's chest, grinding your erect manhood over his skin with an intensity you had never felt before. You're lost in pleasure as he keeps touching you everywhere.

Suddenly something else came into play. You feel the hot and hard length of Godfrey's monstrous cock sliding between your ass cheeks, brushing against your puckered hole and making a low groaning noise grow louder in your throat. His hands tightened on your hips as he bucked up into you again and again, each thrust sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't help but feel nervous as you felt the tip of Godfrey's massive cock pressing against your tight little asshole. You knew that this was going to hurt -- after all, he was so big compared to you, and you were still a virgin back there.

"Please…please be gentle," you begged in a soft voice, sounding more shy and vulnerable than ever before.

Godfrey let out another deep chuckle at your words before responding with a grin on his face. "I'll think about it," he growled darkly, clearly enjoying the power dynamic between the two of you.

As he began to push himself inside of you slowly and steadily though one thing became clear: He had no intention of being gentle at all.

Pain ripped through your body as Godfrey pushed into you inch by agonizing inch. Tears sprung to your eyes as wave after wave of excruciating agony washed over you, making it impossible for anything else beyond sheer raw pain take place.

Godfrey let out low grunts of pleasure as he powered his way deeper inside of your tightening ass cheeks. His grip on your hips tightened even further until it felt like they might snap under the pressure from his powerful fingers alone.

"You can handle more than that tarnished," he growled harshly as sweat dripped down onto both of their bodies from the effort.

You had barely even had a chance to brace yourself before Godfrey suddenly slammed his massive cock into you all the way with an almost brutal force. The pain was intense and overwhelming, causing you to cry out in agony as your entire body convulsed with the shock of it.

You tried to move up but he held your hips down, forcing you to take it as he chuckled darkly in pleasure at your expense. You were completely helpless beneath him, submitting to his every whim without any choice or say in the matter.

"That's it, good boy," he growled harshly into your ear as sweat dripped from both of their bodies. "Just lay there and take it like I know you can."

The pain was excruciating, but somehow you managed to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. You tried to focus on anything else beyond the fiery ache that seemed to consume every fiber of your being.

Godfrey continued to thrust upwards into you, each powerful stroke sending new waves of agony rippling through your body. You could feel the sweat dripping from your body onto his chest as he pounded into you again and again.

You whimpered and moaned pathetically above him, unable to do anything except straddle him there and take it as he teased you with words that cut straight to the bone.

"I thought you wanted to become Elden Lord," he sneered in a raspy voice, clearly enjoying every moment of your torment. "Is this all it takes to break a weakling like yourself?"

You felt embarrassed by the words spilling from his lips but were powerless to do anything other than take it all as he ravaged your body with wild abandon. Every part of you tingled with pleasure that mingled with pain in ways that left you shaking uncontrollably.

As Godfrey continued to pound into you, you were surprised when he suddenly pulled you down onto his chest and began to fuck you even faster than before. Despite the insults and brutality that had gone before, it seemed as though he was claiming ownership over your body -- something that left you feeling both confused and aroused in equal measure.

"That's right," he growled darkly in pleasure beneath his breath. "You're mine now...all of you. I did say you'd do better as my consort."

You whimpered pitifully at Godfrey's words, your mind racing as you tried to keep up with the onslaught of sensations coursing through your body. The thought of being this massive man's consort made your cock throb as it rutted against his chest.

Without warning, Godfrey began to pump your stiff member in time with each deep thrust into your tender holes, sending waves of pleasure rippling down through every nerve ending in your body. You gasped for breath as pleasure and pain merged together into one overwhelming force that threatened to consume you completely.

"Fuck...I'm so close," Godfrey groaned in pleasure as sweat dripped down both of your bodies. "Can't hold back much longer..."

"That's it," Godfrey growled darkly as sweat dripped from his face onto the ground. "Let yourself go...submit to me completely."

His hand on your cock got faster, synched perfectly with the pace of his own thrusts. Pleasure coiled tightly inside you like a snake about to strike.

You were barely able to catch your breath as he bucked harder, plunging himself deep inside your body in one final push that sent shivers cascading through every nerve ending in your body.

Finally, with a low guttural moan, Godfrey exploded inside you -- coating your walls with his warm seed while making sure that every inch of himself was buried deep within your tight little hole.

You let out a low guttural moan at the feeling of the former first Elden Lord breeding you. Hot spurts exploded from the tip of your cock and onto his chest as wave after wave of pure ecstasy pulsed through every part of your being, leaving you spent and exhausted but ultimately satisfied beyond belief.

Godfrey lays on his back breathing heavily. You thought it might be a good time to make your escape, but before you can form a plan Godfrey wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you in close.

You open your mouth to demand he lets go but you hear him start to snore softly against your ear. A sense of relief washes over you, but then quickly transforms into embarrassment as you realize that his cock is still inside of your sore little hole.

You whimper pitifully at the feeling of him filling every inch of your tender walls, unable to do anything except lay there caged within his powerful frame. You have no choice but to remain there against Godfrey's sleeping form, staring at his chiseled features and muscular body as his snores reverberate throughout your own exhausted frame. He was pretty sexy when he wasn't brutalizing you, you admit to yourself begrudgingly.

You let out a long sigh.

"I hope Marika likes sharing"

#elden ring x reader #male!reader #horah loux #horah loux x reader #godfrey the first elden lord #godfrey x reader #dubious consent #noncon cw #elden ring x tarnished

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miirshroom · 2 months ago

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Elden Ring - The Omen Curse is caused by Inbreeding

Hints that Morgott and Mohg's "cursed" blood is a result of incest/inbreeding:

1) Mohg would go on to try to create a "pureblood" dynasty. The horns that he has are a type of genetic abnormality such as is observed from inbreeding deer. He's totally on board with inbreeding, considering that he tried to make his own brother his consort. In humans, the Spanish branch of the Hapsburgs undertook extensive inbreeding from the 1500's to 1700's with 80% of marriages being consanguineous ("of the same blood"), resulting in deformities and cognitive decline. Gideon confirms that the Lord of Blood's mind is not so stable:

"Oh, so that's where the so-called Lord of Blood was hiding himself eh. A fitting little squat for that deluded maniac to bleat about the revival of his precious dynasty, while he turns our fellow Tarnished into Bloody Fingers. Let him stay there. That way, his delusions will remain as the are - distant and unattainable." - upon reaching Mohgwyn Dynasty Mausoleum

2) There is a blood disease called "Haemochromatosis" or "The Celtic Curse" for being common in people of Irish and Scottish ancestry. For a few data points, it is suspected to affect up to 1 in 133 people in the UK or 1 in 300 people in Canada, but is rarely talked about and generally under-diagnosed. For such genetic diseases, if it is already known to be present in a family line then the odds of it being passed on to offspring is greatly increased via incest/inbreeding. The disease is characterized by too much iron accumulating in the organs eventually leading to organ failure and one of the proven fixes is bloodletting over a long period of time to reduce iron levels.

There are a few visual clues that point to hemochromatosis specifically. Firstly, scattered examples of Celtic theming have been pointed out since game release, including that Godfrey's sword seen in his Stormveil portrait (unobtainable in game) appears to be a Celtic style sword.

Secondly, the "Chroma" in the name is a word meaning "purity of color" in English, although going back to the original Greek it more generally is a term for "colour". Morgott sealed his cursed blood into his blade, which exhibits veins of many vibrant colours.

Thirdly, bloodletting as treatment for the disease would give further insight into Mohg. His obsession with causing wounds would then be framed as misinterpreting the science and manifesting a blood god who wants blood from everyone rather than bloodletting being a specific treatment meant to alleviate symptoms of a disease that is in himself specifically.

#elden ring #elden ring lore #media analysis #Once again pointing out that Mohg is not sane and his followers either find him a useful idiot or are just as misanthropic as he is #His thought process with the cocoon being like if he heard about the idea of a blood donation but doesn't understand intravenous needles #Trying to make a mummified corpse juicy again by immersing in liquid as if rehydrating a dried mushroom

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katyspersonal · 7 months ago

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Part two of today's SoTE adventures!! Okay in the PREVIOUS EPISODE I figured there was no way to avoid going to the Shadow Keep if I wanted to access second Finger Ruins, so there I went! Although I never reached the Finger Ruins today (typing this post at 3 AM!), other interesting things happened!

1) So there was that really big camp of the soldiers on the way, and I wanted to check it for potentially interesting items, as well as the surroundings! To my surprise, I found this object:

I DID want to know what was the deal with the solar faces on the furnace guys!! Instant interest! Didn't expect the Fell God to be addressed again, but also the fact that he is connected with the Hornsent! The spiraling horns of the especially divine kind, too! Damn, I just- Dung Eater's similar sun face emblem being the symbol of the goal he envisioned (that I remind you was to "bless" everyone with the Omen, so, with Crucible), Leonine Misbegotten being connected with Radagon who himself had his red hair as curse of the Giants, one of Marika's pair of twins being oddly Omens! EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED AAAAA

2) So on my way to the camps, I tried to avoid the furnace guy as much as possible but still ran into him :^) HOWEVER, as I died, I've noticed the heads of Fire Giants on his knees! I didn't react fast enough to take a good screenshot, so in order to do that I decided to resort to the lowest level furnace guy (near the starter bridge)! That was more successful!

Turned out they are decorative. Thankfully. I would not be shocked if literal heads of Fire Giants were worn like trophies or so :т So, yeah... Not only Godfrey's Duelists feature the eye mark of the Fell God as part of their design, not only there are firethrower machines in the Lands Between modeled after Fire Giants, but now also Messmer's battle machines depict Fell God (in a much more flattering manner as opposed to Marika's soyjack depiction of him gfhghfh) and the Fire Giants! That's a LOT appropriation of the defeated....

3) By the way, I ACTUALLY DEFEATED THAT GUY, HOLY SHIT???????

Turned out that it leaves a bright trace of fire red on the spot where it died! So like remember how I explained I struggled with surviving attacks by jumping? With this guy I actually managed to adapt! As soon as he is about to stomp his foot back on the ground you gotta jump so you don't get burnt! Sorcery was also very effective to stagger him and make him fall >:3 They're like golems but bigger and stronger!

4) I found this talisman in the Shadow's Keep near the Golden tree!

So Messmer's soldiers and Knights are using Godfrey's stomps and attacks, Messmer himself shares a similar spartan aesthetic, Godfrey's Duelists feature not just his symbols but also the snakes, Messmer has Radagon's red hair that he received as a curse during war on the Fire Giants, that war was happening with Godfrey's help, Radagon became consort to Marika already after Godfrey got sent out from the Lands Between for a long long time, and now this....

I think my prediction that Messmer was a child of Marika and Godfrey is actually solid! I've connected the dots. I've connected them x) If Rykard can be blonde then "purely" Marika's child can be a redhead yeEEEEAh!

5) Okay, seeing this already was surprising:

The second option is Leda, of course! I hesitated because the last time with Sellen and Jerren it determined what items I get, but really wanted to beat Leda up! I already liked the Hornsent guy prior, whereas my with the fanatics in Soulsborne is to always kick their asses :pensive:

6) What actually made me drop my jaw was the fact that Hornsent and Leda....... TALKED.

Like, this is less impactful if Elden Ring was one's only Soulsborne game, but characters in these games don't really TALK with each other. It always happens behind the scenes, have you noticed? You learn from the character that they talked with another character, but in the end the only talk to you on screen. Even as for the cutscene "conversations", they usually happen when another person is like, unconscious or dead! Laurence's memory about exchange with Willem comes to mind as an exception!

And so, as for NPC interactions, Sellen and Jerren were close, but Leda and Hornsent actually broke the tradition. Amazing xD

7) True, Leda's eyes according to face data are grey, with barely visible glint of red as clouding effect! She is a Tarnished :p

It is hard to see from the phone picture, but her eye iris apparently features pattern of Miquella's branches. Otherwise the eyes-runes are Marika's doing, so Miquella repeating her "trick" already gives that vibe of indeed being the son of his mother, heh.

8) I just looked around the place for some more, but got really surprised to stumble into a place called Specimen Storehouse?? What!

^ Also WHY?

9) I did not know why they were here

By the spoilers I've gotten so far I assumed that maybe he was trying to recover the shamans into their normal bodies, unsuccessfully? Some less swolen bodies respectfully being laid on beds felt like that, too..

10) The 'moon and fire' emblem is ALL proudly over this place too! Good to know that Messmer sees Rellana as equal and it is not just her stuck in simping xD

11) I ended up going sort of a secret (?) route accessed from the ladder down in the area with the boats. And GOOODD DAMN, I was SO ANGRY! So I was breaking my ass learning to fight the furnace guys just to take a good shot of the Fire Giants decor on them, ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT here in this place there was A FULLY INACTIVE FURNACE GUY FREE TO LOOK AT TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT GFGGHGHHJ Truly, one of the most Katyahina experiences 🤡

12) Down the route, I found this:

I know that's what Dane was wearing (whom I never challenged)! My instant thought was that it's rather unlucky that a guy that values independence in faith above all else fell for the spell that got him to put faith in Miquella, like.. man, that's awkward.

13) Even further down the road, I found a Mausoleum and prepared for a really bad time :/

Well, it wasn't actually that bad because Rakshasa appeared to be weak to Strength weapons that is my main thing after sorceries xD She dropped her armor and weapon!

The last two sentences are especially interesting though! What do they mean by become Rakshasa? Isn't it supposed to be a specific woman? I doubt there will be any more info, but it does remind me of how with Ensha it felt like actual Ensha was the armor itself since it included human bones and literally was called 'royal remains'. (Not to mention the fact that the term 'soulless' is reserved to the Demigods that died on the Night of the Black Knives!)

So yeah, feels like the second deal of this sort of assimilation or successorship? Like some random person becomes the continuation or rebirth of the actual person in question.. So Rakshasa is like, a spirit? 🤔

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So yeah I'll continue on this path and see where it takes me! Sigh I haven't explored even half of the game still, this DLC is H U G E

#elden ring #elden ring dlc #sote spoilers #screenshots #gameplay log

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dragoncult-handmaiden · 2 years ago

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Sorcerer Build Guide

(screenshot is mine)

this is my first post for some build guides i'm gonna do. keep in mind these are just what i play as, and are just suggestions. do what works best for you!

General recs followed by in-depth explanations

Main stats

Vigor (max 55)

Mind (at least 50)

Intelligence (80)

Dexterity (60)

Other good stats to level up

arcane (at least 20)

endurance (around 30)

Weapons

Carian regal scepter +10

Moonveil +10

Bastard's stars +10

Talismans

Godfrey Icon

Graven-Mass

Rotten Winged Sword Insignia

Ancestral Spirit's Horn

Wonderous Physick Crystal Tears

Magic-shrouding cracked tear

Crimson bubbletear

Stats

Vigor: after 55, the payoff for vigor decreases dramatically. It’s much more worth it to invest more points in your offensive stats and use a rune arc or talismans to increase your health

int & dex: i always like to have a back-up offensive stat, and dex pairs so well with int for moonveil and because it increases the casting speed. if you're lower leveled though, definitely focus on getting int up first and just use radagon's icon for faster casting speed until your dex is higher

end: i kept running into the problem where i couldn't cast so frequently because i didn't have enough stamina. i prefer to have my end at least 30 so that i'm not constantly running out. the green pickled turtle neck that increases stamina regen speed is a good thing to use until you can spare the points for this stat

arc: i like arcane because some weapons scale with it (albeit poorly) and it does get your discovery up. we love finding things!

Weapons

Carian regal scepter and moonveil, both +10, is a must for a good sorcerer build. you could use lusat's glintstone staff, but it consumes a lot more fp than the regal scepter. moonveil is amazing for pvp and just about any enemy you can think of. for enemies immune to bleed and slash damage, i like to use bastard's stars for its magic damage and insane skill.

Talismans

Since you'll likely be using moonveil's skill a lot, godfrey's icon is great since it'll give you even more damage. it also enhances charged spells, so overall this talisman is a must if you want to focus on damage output. the same goes with the graven-mass talisman. it significantly improves the damage of your spells. it is a late-game talisman though, and its counterpart, graven-school talisman, will work fine until you reach it. rotten sword insignia also focuses on damage output, since it increases the power of successive attacks. this can work great if you're volleying bosses or pvp.

i like to focus on damage output, but you could definitely use some more defensive talismans including the dragoncrest greatshield talisman.

ancestral spirit's horn is a must, and will do you so many favors in co-op and in your build overall. you do have to progress a bit through Ranni's quest to get to the area it's in, but it is worth it. it replenishes 3 points of fp for each enemy killed, and it really adds up after a while. starlight shards are so rare that i don't really like to use them, and this talisman kind of negates their existence. the only time this talisman won't make a difference is when you're using intensive spells on a lot of enemies, since it won't make too much of a difference how much fp you have.

Wonderous physick crystal tears

I like to use the crimson bubbletear since my armor rating isn't very high given the low endurance. this tear has saved me in so many boss fights and given me the edge i need to win first try.

the magic-shrouding crystal tear is offensive and increases the damage output of your spells for a certain time. i find it very useful when i'm dealing with a boss with a massive hp bar, since it can help me to quickly get it down to almost half health in the beginning of the fight.

the cerulean crystal tear is great too, since it eliminates all fp consumption for a time. i only find this useful in pvp since it is so easy to run out of fp in those fights. the ancester's horn talisman is obsolete in pvp since you're not getting enough deaths to replenish your fp. i like to use the cerulean crystal tear when i am on my last leg in pvp, and it has saved me a few times

hope you enjoyed!

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claudia1829things · 11 months ago

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"SILAS MARNER" (1985) Review

I have seen a handful of television and movie adaptations of novels written by George Eliot. But the very first adaptation I ever saw was "SILAS MARNER", the 1985 version of Eliot's third novel published back in 1861. My recent viewing of the production led me to reassess it.

"SILAS MARNER" begins with an English weaver living with a small Calvinist congregation in Lantern Yard, a slum street in a Northern England city. His life falls apart when he is framed for stealing the church's funds, while watching over the congregation's ill deacon. Worse, his fiancee leaves him for his so-called best friend, the very man who may have framed him. Shattered and embittered, Silas leaves Lantern Yard and arrives at a rural village in the Midlands called Raveloe. Although he resumes his trade as a weaver, Silas' traumatized past leads him to achieve a reputation as a miser and a loner in the community.

Silas' move to Raveloe eventually leads him to cross paths with the community's leading citizens, the Cass family. The head of the latter is the elderly Squire Cass who has two sons - Godfrey and Dunstan. Godfrey, who is the squire's heir is secretly married to one Molly Farren, a lower-class woman and opium addict from another town, who has given birth to his young daughter. Godfrey is also engaged to a young middle-class woman named Nancy Lammeter. Dunstan is a dissolute wastrel who constantly loses money via excessive gambling. One night, a drunken Dunstan breaks into Silas' cottage, steals the gold coins that the latter has been hoarding and disappears. Through a series of events, Molly plots to expose her marriage to Godfrey and their child during the Cass family's New Year party, but dies in the snow before she can reach it. Silas, who is emotionally upset over the loss of his coins, finds both the dead Molly and the child. Although he informs the partygoers of Molly's death and the child, he assumes guardianship of the latter (renamed Hephzibah "Eppie"), much to the relief of Godfrey, who can now legally marry Nancy. All goes well until Godfrey and Nancy's failure to have children threaten Silas' newfound happiness as Eppie's father years later.

What can I say about "SILAS MARNER"? I can honestly say that it was not one of the best adaptations of a George Eliot novel. Then again, I do not consider the 1861 novel to be one of her best works. I realized that Eliot had set the story either around the end of the 18th century or around the beginning of the 19th century. It was her prerogative. But both the novel and the movie seemed to reek of Victorian melodrama that I found myself feeling that Eliot or any adaptation could have set the story around the time it was originally written and published - the mid 19th century. The story is, at best, a good old-fashioned Victorian melodrama. I would never consider it as particularly original in compare to the likes of "MIDDLEMARCH" or "DANIEL DERONDA".

"SILAS MARNER" tries its best to be profound on the same level as the other two Eliot stories I had mentioned. But I had a few problems with the narrative. What was the point behind Dunstan Cass' disappearance and theft? Yes, he stole Silas' hard earned money before he disappeared. I got the feeling that the stolen coins seemed to serve as a prelude to Silas' emotional attachment to Eppie. But why have Dunstan take it? How else did his disappearance serve the story . . . even after his dead remains were found close by, years later? In Eliot's novel, the discovery of Dunstan led brother Godfrey to form a guilty conscience over his own secret regarding young Eppie and confess to his wife. But in the movie, it was Godfrey and Nancy's inability to conceive a child that seemed to finally force the former to confess. Unless my memories have played me wrong. Frankly, Dunstan struck me as a wasted character. Anyone else could have stolen Silas' money.

I also noticed that Giles Foster, who had served as both screenwriter and director for this production, left out a few things from Eliot's novel. I have never expect a movie or television to be an accurate adaptation of its literary source. But I wish Foster had shown how Eppie's presence in Silas' life had allowed him to socially connect with Raveloe's villagers. Eliot did this by allowing her to lead him outside, beyond the confines of his cottage. The only person with whom Silas managed to connect was neighbor Dolly Winthrop, who visited his cottage to deliver him food or give advice on how to raise Eppie. I also noticed that in the movie, Silas had never apologized to another villager named Jem Rodney for his false accusation of theft. And Jem had never demanded it. How odd. I also wish that Foster could have included the segment in which Silas had revisited his former neighborhood, Lantern Yard. In the novel, Silas' visit revealed how the neighborhood had transformed into a site for a factory and its citizens scattered to other parts. Silas' visit to his old neighborhood served as a reminder of how his life had improved in Raveloe and it is a pity that audiences never saw this on their television screens.

Yes, I have a few quibbles regarding "SILAS MARNER". But if I must be really honest, I still managed to enjoy it very much. Eliot had written a very emotional and poignant tale in which a lonely and embittered man finds a new lease on life through his connection with a child. Thanks to George Eliot's pen and Giles Foster's typewriter, this story was perfectly set up by showing how Silas Marner's life fell into a social and emotional nadir, thanks to the betrayal of a "friend" and the easily manipulated emotions of his neighbors.

Once Silas moved to Raveloe, the television movie did an excellent, if not perfect, job of conveying how he re-connected with the world. It was simply not a case of Silas stumbling across a foundling and taking her in. Even though he had formed a minor friendship with Mrs. Winthrop, having Eppie in his life managed to strengthen their friendship considerably. The movie's narrative also took its time in utilizing how the Cass family dynamics played such an important role in Silas' life in Raveloe. After all, Godfrey' secret marriage to Molly Farren brought Eppie into his life. And Dunstan's theft of his funds led Silas to re-direct his attention from his missing coins to the lost Eppie. And both Godfrey and Nancy Cass proved to be a threat to Silas and Eppie's future relationship.

The production values for "SILAS MARNER" proved to be solid. But if I must be honest, I did not find any of it - the cinematography, production designs and costume designs - particularly memorable. The performances in the movie was another matter. "SILAS MARNER" featured solid performances from the likes of Rosemary Martin, Jim Broadbent (before he became famous), Nick Brimble, Frederick Treves, Donald Eccles, Rosemary Greenwood; and even Elizabeth Hoyle and Melinda White who were both charming as younger versions of Eppie Marner.

Angela Pleasence certainly gave a memorable performance as Eppie's drug addicted mother, Molly Farren. Patsy Kensit not only gave a charming performance as the adolescent Eppie, I thought she was excellent in one particular scene in which Eppie emotionally found herself torn between Silas and the Casses. Freddie Jones gave his usual competent performance as the emotional Squire Cass, father of both Godfrey and Dunstan. I was especially impressed by Jonathan Coy's portrayal of the dissolute Dunstan Cass. In fact, I was so impressed that it seemed a pity that his character was only seen in the movie's first half.

I initially found the portrayal of Nancy Lammeter Cass rather limited, thanks to Eliot's novel and Foster's screenplay. Fortunately, Nancy became more of a central character in the film's second half and Jenny Agutter did a skillful job in conveying Nancy's growing despair of her inability to have children and her desperation to adopt Eppie. I thought Patrick Ryecart gave one of the two best performances in "SILAS MARNER". He did an excellent job of conveying Godfrey Cass' moral ambiguity - his secrecy over his marriage to Molly Farren, the passive-aggressive manner in which he "took care" of Eppie through Silas and his willingness to use Eppie as a substitute for his and Nancy's failure to have children. Ryecart made it clear that Godfrey was basically a decent man . . . decent, but flawed. The other best performance in "SILAS MARNER" came from leading man Ben Kingsley, who portrayed the title character. Kingsley did a superb job of conveying Silas' emotional journey. And it was quite a journey - from the self-satisfied weaver who found himself shunned from one community, to the embittered man who stayed away from his new neighbors, to a man experiencing the joys and fears of fatherhood for the first time, and finally the loving man who had finally learned to re-connect with others.

Overall, "SILAS MARNER" is more than a solid adaptation of George Eliot's novel. I did not find its production designs particularly overwhelming. I did enjoy Eliot's narrative, along with Giles Foster's adaptation rather enjoyable . . . if not perfect. But I cannot deny that what really made this movie work for me were the first-rate performances from a cast led by the always talented Ben Kingsley. Victorian melodrama or not, I can honestly say that I have yet to grow weary of "SILAS MARNER".

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My dad sent me a holiday card which is more of a greeting than anything. In it he wrote a message that said he was proud of me which struck me as genuine. I think it meant a whole lot more to me than most things lately. Because everyone around home and in my past likes to make me feel like a failure. It was nonspecific so he could just be proud of me for reaching level 230 in Elden Ring. Maybe he's proud of how many resumes I sent out instead of trying to become a rock star. Maybe he's proud of all the shit I put up with from people who think they're better than me. I don't know that I need clarification. But it means a lot just to read the words. So I thanked him, told him I loved him and put the card in the window. In my mind though he really is just proud I beat Godfrey on the first try.

#I think actually it took a second try but for the sake of the story don’t tell anyone

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newmusicradionetwork · 1 year ago

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JP Godfrey “Gimme Back My Country”

It took the thought of dying to get JP Godfrey’s music out of his head, written, and recorded for the world to hear. At an early age, he had a microphone and was singing along to his favorite records. He started a band in high school and played at a local teen club he and his family opened. He attended college in Monroe, LA where he played in a band as lead singer and rhythm guitarist at the local bars and college parties. After graduating in 1988 he went to work with his father in the real estate, construction and development business and a couple years later married the love of his life, Connie. Then along came kids and responsibilities and music was put on the back burner. He wrote a few songs and played at a few local places but with all life had going on, he put his guitar away and focused on his family and career. Throughout the years he always had music playing and songs in his head. He carried around a small recorder and once cell phones were in hand would record song ideas and melodies into it. This went on for years, but he never found the time to do anything with it. Then, in the summer of 2021, he contracted Covid 19. He has always been very healthy and never thought he would have any trouble getting over something like Covid. Well after six days in bed and starting to get very weak he went to the hospital and was admitted immediately due to a low oxygen level. After one night there they told him he had Covid pneumonia, and he was transferred to the ICU and started numerous medications and was put on oxygen. On the third night at about 1am the pulmonologist came in to talk to him about his condition and told him that if there wasn’t an improvement in the next 24 hours, they would need to take the next step of putting him on an assisted breathing machine or ventilator. He had been asking the nurses a lot of questions about the other Covid patients, since the hospital was full of them, and what they were seeing was happening with them. They told him that most of the patients that had to go on a ventilator did not make it. After hearing what the doctor told him, he was deeply concerned and started thinking about his life, what was important to him, what things he was thankful for and what things he regretted. He had many things to be thankful for but one of his regrets was never taking the time to write and record music. He made the decision that once he was out of the hospital, he would start doing the things he always wanted to but never did and start writing music. After he was discharged from the hospital, he was sent home and put on an oxygen machine for a month. Since he was going to be stuck at home he decided to take that time to write music. He ordered a new guitar online and started writing every day. He wanted to get his voice good enough to hopefully record some demos, so he decided to take voice lessons. He did some research and reached out to some of the vocal coaches. Fortunately, the top vocal coach in Nashville, Kim Sandusky, returned his call and after a few minute conversation agreed to work with him. Over the next six months or so he continued writing and taking voice lessons. Initially thinking he would just try to record a few demos to see if he could get an artist or publisher to pick up one of his songs, he made the decision to go ahead and do full productions recordings of his songs just to be able to have the experience of recording an album. Kim introduced him to Producer Buddy Hyatt and Buddy put together a team of top session players to play on his songs. In June of 2022 he stepped foot for the first time in one of the top recording studios in Nashville, Blackbird Studios, and recorded his first 3 songs. Since then, he has been to several other studios and has recently completed his first album “One Lifetime”. He is currently working on a Christian music album which will be out fall of 2023. He plans to continue writing and recording his music and hopes his songs and lyrics will touch people’s lives in a positive way. Additional Artist/Song Information: Artist Name: JP Godfrey Song Title: Gimme Back My Country Publishing: Faith and Freedom Publishing Affiliation: BMI Album Title: One Lifetime Record Label: Faith & Freedom Radio Promotion: Loggins Promotion Paul Loggins 310-325-2800 Contact LP Publicity/PR: Loggins Promotion Paul Loggins 310-325-2800 Contact LP Read the full article

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wafact · 2 years ago

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Regulator Goes After John Deaton to Revoke His Amicus Status, Here's Why

Godfrey Benjamin Judge Torres refused SEC’s request to revoke John Deaton’s amicus status The ongoing legal brawl between the United States Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) and payments firm Ripple Labs Inc is reaching a whole new level, with the regulator now going after strong supporters of the firm like attorney John Deaton. Deaton has been the most vocal advocate of Ripple since the…

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sanguinesinners · 1 year ago

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Roman leant forward ever so slightly, accepting the warmth the wolf was radiating, despite his cold barricade, is hooded eyes flickered shut for a small moment as he listened to caleb's words and his heartbeat that drummed through Roman's body within a single press of his skin...

With a small groan that escaped the Upir's lips, he was finally ready to tell him about what he'd done, and what urges he felt, his lips parted even though Caleb already assumed he'd changed, and it was true, but it still wasn't as easy as it used to be, he was struggling with it more so now, than ever - But the wolf managed to keep it all at bay with a single touch.

That's when he silenced the room with the confession of his love - Holy sheeeit.

Godfrey's expression has never looked so vulnerable and expressive, he craned his neck back and let his hues level with Caleb's, then to his lips before he reached his hand up to ghost the man's chin, steadying his face and thumbing at the small tears that gracefully ran down his face.

"And the reason I fucked about what to block out all the shit that made me feel like i mattered, made me feel human..." Roman's voice had broken up by now, his tone barely audible as he let his other hand snaked to hold the collar of his top, shaken breaths fanned his face "-It's hard for me to actually say it, but I can show it..." Godfrey's thumb gently then flicked up to press down and play with Caleb's bottom lip, trying to break into his pretty cavity with just his digit, the desire for him built up extremely fast as it was now evident in his blood pressure and his fucking trousers.

Though all of it deflated and popped like a big fucking balloon once Roman jolted back from the sound of a big fat knock at the door.

FUCKING GREAT!

The tears that had painted the boy's pink, freckled cheeks had somehow changed all of Roman's emotions, like a fucking knife had dug through his fucking heart - It killed him to know this, or even see the hurt on his friend's face.

Most importantly, he was mostly concerned of losing the only thing in the world that was worth living for...

"I don't think you're crazy..." Godfrey finally let out through his broken and shaken voice, all of a sudden he sounded like a child, scared shitless. "Nothing else can hardly surprise me in this goddamn town anymore...But I guess, whatever's coming? That we stick together, we can't leave each other's sight, alright?..." He replied, his hues had now been glazed over with tears, more of so out of fear. But he brushed it off and tightened his grip on Caleb's hands, thumbs rubbing circles over his palms.

"Shit, Peter..We gotta fucking tell Peter. We need to find a way to stop whatever shitstorm is about to happen"

He wanted to question him more about the dream, he wanted to know what exactly was their demise - But he just silently buried it, Roman had been ready for death multiple times in the past, least this time he would gladly take it...if it meant that Caleb and Peter were still in his life.

#V ; AU Hemlock Grove #;Roman Godfrey #;Peter Rumancek

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kingkat12 · 2 months ago

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the mark of death (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: angst, blood, bodily harm, the title oop

summary: Roman has been gone for too long tonight-- what happens when you eventually find him?

word count: 1,379

a/n: happy halloween!! this is definitely a genre i don't dabble in very often, so i apologize in advance... this is taking dark!Roman to the next level, but i'm feeling experimental, so hope you'll enjoy!!<33 but beware pls pls

"Why?" Roman's voice was low, on the brink of breaking, as his grip around my throat held me pinned against the cold brick wall behind me. "Why would you come down here? I told you-- I tried to keep you safe, and you leave me with no choice now! For fuck's sake!"

This was probably the worst night of my life so far. Everything suddenly made sense-- everything. The nights Roman would disappear and come back with bloodstains on his clothes, the way he'd act around me when I was on my period, and the one time I caught him eating a completely raw piece of meat in the middle of the night with a crazed look in his eyes.

I thought he was odd. That he maybe had some weird cravings. That the blood on his clothes was from nosebleeds, that he perhaps had a weird period kink he didn't want to share-- I had pushed it all away, focused on my love for him, but it all made sense tonight.

I initially thought he was cheating on me, which compelled me to check his location. I tracked him down to this alleyway when he didn't answer his phone. It was about three in the morning, the sun had yet to rise, I was worried out of my mind-- but I found him crouched over a dead man, and his face was covered with red, dripping blood as he finally turned to me.

Having my boyfriend's bloody face up in mine was something I never thought would happen. Roman's pupils were completely blown, and I could see the uncomfortable twitch of his jaw— probably due to the extra set of teeth that had ripped through his gums to abide the killing of his prey.

Why hadn't I caught onto the fact that he was a upir? Why, why, why?

The smell of iron stained the walls of my nose, making me want to throw up. I sniffled, my eyes darting towards the lifeless body of the man a few steps away from us.

My fingers were digging into Roman's hands, nails leaving crescent shapes in his skin as I attempted to claw my way out of his hold. Despite my trachea being left untouched as of now, my breaths came out in short, laboured grunts, fighting him. "Get-- off!"

Roman groaned, pressing his body further up against mine; "Answer me!" A mix of fear and anger swam in his deep green eyes, the anguish present in the breaking of his voice. "Why did you come down here?!"

I was about to burst into tears. I would've, if I wasn't so scared. "I was worried!" I yelled, holding back my building sobs. "You've been so weird recently, I just-- hah, wanted to find out why! I was worried, Roman! But now I see it's been obvious, all this time!"

With widening eyes, Roman let out a shaky breath. "It can't have been obvious," he breathed, jaw clenched. "No one has found out. Ever... And no one can know."

Fuck-- I was terrified out of my mind. "I'm your girlfriend, Roman, you could've told me!" At this point, I was kicking at him to get away as tears pressed up in my eyes; it was clear that I shouldn't have done that. In a swift motion, the grip around my throat tightened, his free hand reaching down to pin my body further against the wall to stop my thrashing.

That was it-- "Fuck you!" I cried, the wave of choked tears finally rushing down my cheeks as my fear heightened in my chest.

Roman didn't find any pleasure in this. "Stop it," he hissed. "Stop moving, you're making things harder!"

"What things?!" My hands went to his jacket, bunching up the collar in my hands in a panic. "It's just me! I love you, please-- Let go of me!"

"I told you to stay home," Roman echoed, his grip around my throat lifting just a little. I could see the guilt in his eyes, the horror, but I watched as it distorted into what I could only classify as instinct. "I told you... Why don't you ever listen?" With his last words, he pushed me against the brick wall, causing a sharp blow to my head.

I let out a pained sob, attempting to kick him once more. Enraged, Roman grabbed my body, dragging us both down to the ground, his tall body hovering above mine as I cried against him. "Don't!" I cried, shutting my eyes in fear. "Don't, Roman, I love you, please don't!--"

"Shut up!" He loomed above me, visibly torn as a drop of blood ran down his chin and onto my cheek. I shivered in disgust, squirming in his grip as I sobbed; "I won't tell a soul, I swear! I promise, I won't! Just let me go, you won't ever see me again!"

Roman sighed, his brows drawing together in conflict and heartbreak. He didn't want to do what he knew he had to. "I told you," he breathed, his grip around my body tightening. "I told you to stay home. I didn't want you to see this... It's not safe for anyone to know what I truly am."

"It's-- It's okay!" I tried. My breath hitched as I forced my eyes open, realizing I was pleading for my life. "It's not your fault, Roman, just let me go! You have urges, I understand, but I swear, I promise, I won't!--"

My desperate ramble was cut off when he leaned down to kiss me. I nearly threw up in my mouth; the taste of blood, the smell of iron, the way he forced his tongue into my mouth-- I had never been this nauseous. It felt like the kiss lasted for hours, days, as I pleaded with the heavens above for it to be over soon. Those plush lips that I never wanted to leave me before, were now causing me discomfort I had never felt in my life-- I wanted him gone. I didn't want to be here anymore.

This was a goodbye, wasn't it?

When Roman finally pulled away, I was sure my face had turned blue with the lack of air in my lungs. I could see in his eyes that the game was over, that he had already made up his mind.

I let out a scared, broken sob, feeling the sticky blood stain my mouth as my tears ran down my face. "I love you," I truly had, with all my heart. "Don't do this. Please don't."

It was too late. I saw it in Roman's eyes, the way they hollowed out as he hovered above me like an animal with its prey. "I'm sorry," he breathed. "No one can ever know, not even you--" Before he could finish his sentence, Roman's jaw started cracking open, almost against his will. The sounds alone were enough to terrify me beyond limits-- the cracking of his bones made me squirm in fear, and my horror didn't subside at the sight of his sharp teeth.

A look of dread streaked him as he fixated on the blood around my mouth-- he had marked me. The mark of death.

I let out a scream when Roman's sharp teeth sunk into me, tore through the muscles of my neck, drained me of every drop of life as I clawed at him, fighting with all my might. It lasted a minute, and I felt the rain on the ground seep into my clothes, making the fight one I knew I couldn't win.

Even worse, was the feeling of his tears against my neck, his hard breathing, the slight tremble in his hands as he held me down— I love you too.

Despite his all-taking sorrow, Roman was meticulous. He had done this before. So, as my arms fell limp against the cold ground, he slowly retreated from my dead body with shaky steps. He covered his bloodied mouth with his hand, suppressing the urge to throw up.

"Stupid girl," he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut in horror. "Stupid. Stupid."

Roman bent down, his tears staining my shirt as he wrapped his arms around me, dragging my body down along the dark alley. He didn't get very far— with a sob, he succumbed down on his knees, holding me against his chest.

No one will ever know.

#roman godfrey #hemlock grove #roman godfrey x reader #x reader #bill skarsgård #fanfiction #oneshot #bill skarsgard #fanfic #angst #halloween #halloween oneshot #vampire #i'm rlly sorry about this one actually #no idea what came over me #happy halloween

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marvacu · 3 years ago

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mogh also has a shackle that u can find on lyndell

#took a buncu of sc from all items i have from exploring #reached level 100+ from exploring caelid limgrave liurnia mt gemir weeping p and altus zone lol #and have only defeted 2 bosses (godfrey and rennala)#elden ring spoilers #every item i got with a bit of his lore has been good👍

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ill-skillsgard · 3 years ago

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You work as Roman's secretary at work. You hate each other. One day the reader enter in his office to say what she thinks but Roman will punish her for this. 😏❤️

I love nasty boss Roman!

Warning: roughness and sexual punishment

The phone call came at the exact right time. You had spent the better half of the work day avoiding your boss because of what he said to you the day before. It wasn't that you were scared to lock eyes with him--you could tolerate his venomous scowls all day--it was a fear of what you might say to him in return.

Nobody cared what Roman Godfrey spent his time doing. Whether it was showing up still drunk after a week of partying or flubbing a deal his team had worked strenuous hours to lock down, Roman smashed through life with a reckless disregard for anyone around him, and as his secretary, you were always left to clean up the carnage.

But not anymore. You landed a better job that offered the same pay rate at a company whose HR representative didn't give a shit about the Romans of the world. Finally, it was time to crawl out from the all-consuming Godfrey shadow.

The last and most difficult bandage to rip off was telling Roman you quit. After yesterday, when he had called you a useless set of holes, the joy bubbling in your stomach reached your mouth, locked and loaded in bullets of vitriol. You had but to unload a clip in Roman before taking your leave.

For the first time in months, when you entered his office, Roman was on the phone smooth-talking his way through a problem he had no doubt caused himself. You waited. He didn't notice you, or at least pretended like you hadn't walked in with your hands on your hips. When he ended the call, he didn't look up.

"Excuse me?"

"What do you want?"

Roman scribbled on a piece of paper, eyes levelled on his work. You smirked. He'd have to get used to taking his own messages until he found some other sucker to look after him.

"I just wanted to say, after two years of working at this company, that I think you are one of the most unbearable people I've ever had the displeasure of sharing air with."

Roman dropped his pen. He straightened in his chair and focused his eyes across the room, drilling into you with ice green intensity.

"What's more...I think you will ruin this company. You're a fake. You don't know a thing about running a business because you're too busy getting fucked up all the time. You don't notice that everyone who works under you, hates you."

Roman stood so fast his chair went spinning behind him. You flinched, but it was a useless reaction to him clearing the room in four long swings of his legs. Then, his hand gripped your shoulder, thumb digging into your collarbone.

"What the fuck did you just say to me you little fucking slut?"

You smacked his arm away, renewing his vigour. Roman pulled you away from the door and shoved you toward the desk. He shed his jacket, dropped it on the floor, and pulled his tie loose as he approached.

"You have been a pain in my ass since the second you walked into this place. Always fucking up, always talking back. You're nothing but a brat who needs to be taught a lesson."

All the things he said were once thoughts in your head directed at him. Roman was the pain in the ass. Roman was always fucking up. How could he possibly think his shortcomings had anything to do with you?

"I know you hate me. I like it that way. I know all those idiots out there despise me, too. What, did they recruit you to come in here to perform this little skit? Did you honestly think I'd give a shit about what you think of me? You're nothing."

Roman's hand slid up your neck, fingers prodding your larynx. His teeth showed, and in a blink, he had you pressed against his desk, his frame pinning your legs and hips as you braced your top half from toppling onto the surface.

"You have no clue what kind of power I have. Not even the slightest idea of how fast I could ruin you."

"Fuck you, Roman. I quit!"

Roman clicked his tongue several times.

"You know... If you were smart, you would have provoked me into firing you. Why don't you tell the truth? Tell me about your new job."

Your heart shot straight up and wedged into your throat where his fingers lingered.

"Oh, right. I'm the idiot. You think I don't know about you going behind my back, applying for jobs, trying to amp yourself up to tell me off before your big exit? Who do you think they reached out to for a reference?"

It made little sense then why Roman had championed you for the position. You tried to fit the pieces together, but Roman still had you pressed between his body and the desk, and you couldn't think.

"You got that job because of me," he whispered.

"Why?"

"Nevermind why. I think you at least owe me an apology."

The insults died on your tongue. All this time, Roman had known about your plan to leave and bridged the gap himself with a good word--a word he'd never say to your face. He turned your face up, smiling at your confusion. Roman moved closer, forcing you into the thick wood until there was nowhere left to go but up. You raised your leg and hopped onto the desk to alleviate the pain.

"Not even a sorry? No 'thank you, Mr. Godfrey. I'm so grateful that you're letting me leave the company to be someone else's problem.'"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Shut your mouth unless you plan on thanking me. In fact... You're not leaving this office until you've properly demonstrated your gratitude."

"Roman... You can't be serious."

"I've always wanted to hold you down and fuck the brat right out of you. That mouth is always running. It's time you put it to better use before you leave me."

"But... You hate me. You've always hated me."

"And you hate me. Yet here we both are... Me, hard, and you... Well... Should I find out?"

Roman clutched your shoulders, hunching over to smell your neck, lips so close to your pulse it made you weak and shaky. Down where he pressed his groin between your legs, you buzzed.

"Be my little fucking brat one more time so I can punish you the way I know you want to be punished. For old times sake."

"You're disgusting."

This made Roman purr like an engine, his limbs softening as he licked your neck and began to suckle.

"I know. But you can't sit there with your legs apart, trembling, pretending like you haven't thought of slapping me... spitting in my face. Hmm?"

The words arched your spine, tingling through every nerve. Despite your distaste for the man, you had to applaud his ability to put a sexual spin on any little unpleasant thing. He kissed your jaw, grabbed your chin and smothered your puckered lips with his mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be crawling out of this building on your hands and knees."

Roman grabbed your hand and forced your palm flat to his erection. You marveled at the size of it twitching in your grip.

"Oh my god," you said.

"Yeah, that's good. Stroke it. Get me all hard for you."

Roman watched you palming his cock through his trousers with a wide grin.

"That's right. You're gonna be my little bitch forever. No matter what you do or where you go, you know that you're mine. Now, where's my thank you?"

"Thank you, Roman."

"That's what I thought... Now get down on your knees. Show me a little respect and open that nasty fucking mouth."

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