Blasphemy || A Bill Skarsgård Imagines Anthology

Unmasked || Roman Godfrey x Female Reader

Roman Godfrey x Female Reader
Summary: Every Halloween Roman has a huge party which you always attend, hoping for one night of passion. Is this your year? Or will he pass you over once again for someone else?
Tags: Dom/Sub, Dub-Con, Mind Control, Forced Orgasms, Spanking, Restraints, Sex in a graveyard, Humiliation, Fear play, Blood play, biting, general other crazy Roman related nonsense.
Notes: This is a story that depicts Roman Godfrey with a female reader. It has adult situations and contains adult material not suitable for minors. Read at your own risk.

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Every year Halloween was a big thing at this company, not that you knew why. You supposed it had something to do with the fact that it gave people a day to dress up and be anything that they wanted, and it gave a lot of girls the chance to dress much more slutty than they could or would on any other normal day. It was even pretty obvious to you that a lot of them did it specifically for the attention of Roman Godfrey and maybe he liked it because he got to watch them all beg for his attention without ever being accused of sexual harassment. There were probably a lot of reasons, but it was never anything you were interested in. At least not putting yourself out there in such a manner. Dressing up was definitely fun, the party was fun, they seemed to spare no expense for this night, but even attractive as you thought Roman was, you hadn't really thought the best way to get his attention was to dress like a stripper with cat ears and pretend it was a costume.

That year you decide to dress up as a demon. An actual, considerably creepy looking demon. Nothing too over the top and grotesque but certainly not sexy. Not only does it keep Roman's paws off of you, but the other guys, who you definitely aren't interested in. It has seemed that maybe Roman could be fun for a night or two but he's such a hard ass (and you hear how others talk) you aren't sure he's boyfriend material as much as he's only good for one night of sex. He probably sends a gift based on how good he thinks you are, at least that's what they all claim. You slip out back to have a smoke on a terrace set up specifically for that purpose. It is empty except for Roman himself. Looks like he just started his cigarette.

"Hey it's uh..."

"Lucifer," You say jokingly to spare him the embarrassment of definitely not remembering your name, "Lucy is fine."

"Looking good, collecting souls?" He chuckles. "Got a few things I still want but don't have."

"Bad enough to sell your soul?" You ask as you come closer and light your cigarette.

"Money can't buy everything, Lucy," He tells you looking you up and down. The costume is fairly tight and shows off your body enough but it also has horns, bright yellow contacts and fangs. Not anything you'd also call attractive so you don't understand why he's giving you the once over. "How much to have you for the night?"

"Really? The devil?" You ask, "Looking for a walk on the wild side?"

"You don't know wild until you've spent a night with me." He grins and takes a drag from his smoke. Needless to say, this is intriguing, but you are unsure why he's chosen you tonight out of everyone else he could possibly have his pick from.

"Is that a threat?" You asked trying to call his bluff curious as to where this might be leading. He laughs and leans into you, getting close. Something that is as unnerving as it is arousing.

"It's a promise," He growls pulling back a moment later as a few others step out to have a smoke or just get some fresh air. A shiver of pleasure runs through you and he puts out his cigarette only to head back inside a moment later. You watch him, realizing that he's not exactly in any sort of costume. Not that it's a complaint, you love him in his suits anyway and though he always attends these things he doesn't tend to dress up for them either. You sigh, figuring that you couldn't hold his attention long enough to be interesting so it was nice while it lasted but that would be the end of it. You stay out long enough to finish your cigarette before heading back inside, telling yourself just one more drink and maybe a bit of food before you head home for the night.