Roman Godfrey in a stable relationship is a sight to behold;
here are some head cannons for him when he’s off the market.
Due to his troubled upbringing, Roman has difficulty with
expressing his emotions. His significant other should not expect him to be
declaring his love for them from the onset and throughout their relationship, although
that does not mean that he won’t warm up to the idea. Just give the guy some time;
he’ll come around in his own way.
Roman is very protective of his partner, sometimes so much
that it could become a little too unbearable which could potentially cause
problems for the two of them if his significant other is not aware of the
supernatural. An example of this would be that he would want / need to know how
long for, whom with, and where his partner is if they are out and about,
especially at night, without him.
He doesn’t have malicious intent, its common knowledge that
Hemlock Grove doesn’t have the lowest mortality rate when compared to other
towns; he just wants to keep his significant other safe.
With keeping that in mind, he’s definitely the type of
boyfriend who will tell his partner “text me when you get home so I know you’re
Roman’s one of those tall guys that will use his significant
other’s head as an armrest.
Green eyes are very fitting for Roman due to how easy it is
for him to become jealous. He doesn’t come across as it, but he can be a little
insecure and sensitive at times. If he just so happened to catch his partner
talking to another guy then he’d be all clenched fists and staring the
offending person down.
He’d then traipse on over and put his arm around his significant
other, pulling them close and making it very obvious that they were his and
most definitely off the market.
“Hey, babe, who’s this?”
It’s not that Roman doesn’t trust his partner, he does, he
just doesn’t trust everyone else.
Roman takes on the position of the big spoon in the
relationship but he isn’t against being the little spoon once in a while. If he’s
had a bad day and is feeling down, he’d find comfort lying in his partner’s
Even though it doesn’t seem like he listens most of the
time, he does. If his significant other mentioned in passing that they had seen
a particular dress or piece of jewellery that they liked, but couldn’t afford,
then he’d surprise them by leaving the dress on their bed with a handwritten
note or gift the necklace to them in the midst of one of their dates. He can be
quite romantic when he wants to be.
Description: Roman is captivated by an Stranger in town. He thinks of ways to get over her.
A/N: This is literal trash, I’m sorry you have to read this. I was pressured into posting this instead of deleting it.
Roman Godfrey did not fall in love. Roman Godfrey did not fall in love and he definitely did not plan to. Roman was notorious for using girls and tossing them to the side like a used tissue. He didn’t like relationships, he believed they were complicated and boring. Roman’s ideal relationship would have no strings attached, a friends with benefits agreement if you will. Roman liked one night stands and blow jobs in back alleys and quick and meaningless sex in his car. This all changed when he met her.
She worked in the local café, that’s where Roman had first seen her. She offered him a bright yet forced smile whilst taking down Shelley’s order of a milkshake. She had left Roman in a state of awe. She was not conventionally beautiful, she didn’t have perfectly straight teeth nor perfectly straight hair. She was fairly average, Roman could think of at least five girls in his year alone who were far prettier than her. But something about her, it peaked his interest, maybe it was the way she innocently nibbled on her lower lip when concentrating or the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when he spoke to her.
At first, Roman believed she was into him, maybe she acted this way with him and him only. However, on the second time he visited, he watched her and she had done the same thing to every other customer. Something inside him ignited, he didn’t like it, jealousy erupted inside in - that’s what it was - jealousy.
And as summer dragged to an end, he stopped seeing her in the café, she no longer did her usual shifts. ‘This is perfect’, Roman thought, ‘I won’t see her anymore. I can get over this infatuation’.
Then school came back round and in first lesson English, he saw her again. Sitting just two seats to the right of him. Inwardly, he groaned. He never wanted to see her again, he hated the way she made him feel inside. He didn’t even know her name yet he pined after her.
Roman spent most of then lesson with his vibrant green eyes fixated on her, watching her take notes about the literature they were reading and occasionally mumble under her breath the answer. She was intelligent, Roman knew that much.
Roman smirked to himself, constructing the perfect plan to get in her pants and get her off his mind. He’d ask her to tutor him, pretend as though he had no clue about the book they were studying. Invite her to his house and seduce her, ruin her innocence. Then the infatuation would be over. He wouldn’t think about her again after that, he was sure. He was impressed with himself, the plan was pretty good. After-all, who could resist Roman Godfrey?
Y/N could sense a pair of eyes on her the whole lesson, however she did not have the courage to look up and see who it was. Towards the end of the lesson, she took a quick peek to her left, locking brief eye contact with a green eyed boy. He licked his lips and smirked, winking at her. Her eyes widened and she frowned deeper, her head tilting slightly to the side. Her cheeks warmed up and she looked away, not meeting his eyes again. Why was someone like him looking at someone like her?
Embarrassed too, Roman lowered his gaze back to his book. He picked up his pen and continued with his mindless sketches. Roman Godfrey did not get embarrassed and flustered, especially not over a girl. He needed to get her out of his head. Desperately. ‘A quick fuck would do the trick’, he thought.
The thought of using her pained him, strangely. He had never felt this way before. Usually, he had no issue with fucking a girl and leaving her unsatisfied and upset, but he didn’t want to imagine her like that. But what other choice did he have? He didn’t want to fall in love with her and he was already infatuated after seeing her a few times.
He decided his best option was to fuck some stranger, at least that way he wouldn’t feel guilty. So he went to the café Y/N worked at, he was familiar with one of the other waitresses there, very familiar.
Roman exhaled the thick grey smoke, running his fingers through his gelled hair. With a wiggle of his index and middle finger, the slim yet busty waitress glided over to him. Her red lips pulled back into a sweet yet sultry smile.
“What can I get you, sugar?” She purred.
Roman thought back to when Y/N had answered to her name on the register, Y/N sounded like how Roman imagined heaven to be like, and this waitress sounded like a 70 year old smoker in comparison. In the past, Roman had found her voice quite attractive, but now it didn’t sound appealing at all. Y/N wasn’t even trying to be sexy when she answered to her name. Roman tried to imagine what Y/N would sound like when she was trying to be sexy and in a moment, his jeans tightened. He choked on air, momentarily squeezing his eyes shut. It shouldn’t be this easy for her to effect him.
Roman sighed. “Want to suck my dick?” He asked the waitress and with that, her eyes seemed to light up and she eagerly nodded her head.
Roman staggering out of his seat and turned around with speed, his eyes falling on Y/N who had been walking towards him. She stopped abruptly, her eyes which had been downcast fluttering up to lock with his own. Then, she pushed past him and towards the barricade, she lifted it up, holding it long enough for the waitress to also go through before letting it thud shut.
“What are you doing here, Y/N?” The waitress hissed, her eyes glaring at Y/N.
Y/N bounced on her heels nervously, “Paula said Max was ill and asked if I could cover his s-shifts.” Y/N replied, stuttering occasionally under the busty waitress’ harsh stare.
“Do you mind watching the front for about 30 minutes? I have some business to attend to.” The waitress smirked, eyes flickering back to Roman, who’s eyes were planted on Y/N.
Y/N bit her lower lip, hesitantly nodding.
“Thanks, Doll.” The waitress grinned, causing Y/N to sheepishly smile.
She glanced back at Roman and offered a tight smile, before disappearing out back.
Roman detached his eyes from the retreating girl and back to his companion for the night. Something inside him stirred and he no longer wanted her anywhere near him.
“Maybe another time, I best be getting off home.” Roman lied through his teeth.
“Since when did Roman Godfrey have a curfew?” The waitress frowned, picking up his lie immediately.
“Since when was it any of your business? Maybe another time.” Roman seethed, turning on his heels and barging out of the cafe.
The waitress was left, aghast by what had just happened. Y/N came back out from, disappointed to see that Roman had fled. She frowned when she noticed he had left alone, the waitress coming back behind the till. Y/N tightened her small crimson apron around her waist and smiled at the customer, scribbling down his order.
Somehow, over many months the two formed a sort of friendship, Y/N helped him study the book and understand it, and Roman found her friends. Roman had long abandoned his plan to seduce Y/N, after realising how nice she was and how much he enjoyed her company. He introduced her to Letha and Peter, Letha quickly becoming her best friend.
Y/N could feel herself falling for Roman, hard. Those countless nights they spend in her bedroom, highlighting quotes from the book and creating revision cards, the nights they spent having fun with their best friends, they made Y/N happier than she had ever been.
Roman, however, became colder towards Y/N as the weeks went by. He cancelled their study dates last minute and stopped hanging out with her. He cancelled these plans to fuck other girls, Y/N assumed.
Roman didn’t fall in love, the idea repulsed him. But here he was, confessing how he felt to his closest friend, Peter, for his friend, Y/N. He had fallen, truly, madly, deeply in love with her and he didn’t know how to stop. The idea of using her now repulsed him, he wanted nothing more than to protect her and give her all that she ever wanted.
His heart broke when he found out that she had nearly died on one of the nights he cancelled on her.
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“Go and see (Y/N).” Destiny sighed and shooed the boys out
of her apartment, shutting the door on their heels.
“Whose (Y/N)?” Roman asked curiously.
“Another witch, basically a younger Destiny but kind of,
uses a different kind of magic and we don’t normally ask her she’s a little off.”
Peter muttered the word magic with such sarcasm Roman wondered how his eyes
hadn’t rolled out of his head.
“So… werewolves and witches is that a thing?” Roman asked
Requested: Yep Pairing: You and (Dominant) Billie Boi Prompt: Bill’s brother flirts with you to piss off his brother and Bill gets jealous and you have angry sex. A/n: These are actually 2 very similar requests put together so here ye go my little lambs. This gif makes me uncomfortable because this is a rape scene but I used it so you guys could have a visual anyways Im sorry. I don’t know how to writeimsorry.
You couldn’t have been more fed up with Bill at the moment. You were sat down looking like an entire fucking meal. Hair done up, make up on point, a cream colored dress that showed off your fantastic legs and cleavage. You’d only dolled yourself up for the purpose to catch bills attention and he’d hardly looked your way all night.
Requested: Yesssss Pairing: Roman Godfrey x Reader Prompt: In which Roman catches you masturbating and wants to show you it’s better to let him do it for you. A/n: This is just super kinky. Ropes, blindfolds, blood, and daddy kink. Because c’mon after that episode where Roman and Annie fucked, its PRETTY obvious he’s got it.
You were bored out of your mind to put it bluntly. You’d come over to Roman’s home in hopes of watching some movies and just kicking back together. But as soon as you got to his place he was on his way out saying he had a meeting to get to, an important matter to discuss with Pryce. Which you weren’t sure was his best lie considering he was dressed in some slacks and brown cardigan with his sleeves pushed up to his mid forearm.
He seemed to be impatient and anxious, but you didn’t question it. Roman was a strange kid to say the least, but he offered for you to wait for him to get back so you guys could catch up and see whatever you wanted.
“Promise?” you pouted as you let your hands cross over your chest.
“Promise,” he forced his smile before he rushed past you and out the door before giving you a chance to delay him any further.
You tutor Roman Godfrey in Anatomy, the Cardiovascular System to be exact.
A/N : This is one of my first tries when writing for Roman so I’m going to say sorry in advance! Give me some time to master writing for him! Enjoy!
Hemlock Grove High School was unwelcoming to say the least. Despite having lived in the sleepy town for all of your life, you couldn’t help but feel apart from your peers. While they gossiped, you were studying. While they went out with their friends, you were home alone. One thing that came from this was your good grades. You were soon recommended to be a tutor.
Hardly anyone ever came up to the Peer Tutoring lab. If they did, they would seek help from someone more affable, approachable instead of yourself. It didn’t matter how smart you were, your personality off put so many people, they refused to get the help they truly needed. Part of you liked it that way; you had grown used to the cold shoulders after a few years. However, deep down, it hurt you.
It hurt that no one wanted to talk to you, ask you a question about the Algebra homework or number forty-five on that History assignment. It hurt that, while you sat alone at a table, all the other tutors were explaining to their friends what the difference between a covalent and an ionic bond were. So, instead of thinking about how much it hurt, you busied yourself with a book.
You were already in deep within the pages when the rapping of knuckles against the table frightened you. You looked up and your eyes locked with none other than Roman Godfrey. You had known him since grade school, liked him since grade six. So of course it was him that came up to you. The boy offered you a soft smile, as if in apology; but Roman never apologizes.
“I need help with something,” he said coldly, “you’re a tutor right?” You nodded, peering at him as you closed your book.
“You care about your grades?” You countered, without missing a beat. Roman actually smiled, taking the seat next to you at your empty table.
“I need to pass,” he said, “my mom’s been riding my ass all week about it.” He reached down into his bag, pulling out a binder. His lips were pursed as he moved, his jaw tight with agitation. He flopped the binder on the table with a smacking sound that drew the attention of people in the room.
“Anatomy,” you said, opening the binder. “You’re covering the body systems…” Roman only nodded, watching you as you looked over his notes. You suppressed a smile as your eyes skimmed over his handwriting. It was fanciful, not the childish font most males scribbled in. Little sketches also caught your attention. A wolf’s face and a few snakes littered the margins on his notebook.
“We have a test soon,” Roman said, bringing your eyes to meet his own. “On the Cardiovascular system, I think. I’m not good with-”
“The heart? Does blood make you queasy?” You asked, leaning over the binder. Roman scoffed at your words, rolling his eyes. You noticed the quirking of his lips a little, making your heart flutter. He looked good when he smiled.
“You ask a lot of questions,” he said blatantly. While his original annoyance lingered in his expression, mischief glimmered in his eyes too.
“I don’t see many people asking me for help,” you explained.
“Maybe ‘cause you ask so many questions,” Roman said, the hints of a grin forming on his lips. You had heard about those lips. Girls of Hemlock High raved about the magic Roman Godfrey could work. You yourself had wondered, but never dared to entertain the thoughts of him any further. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to focus.
“I can help you,” you said, flipping through his notebook to find the notes on the heart. When you found the pages, you looked back up at Roman whose gaze was glued on you. You swallowed hard under his gaze, shifting in your seat. It wasn’t just his lips, it was his eyes. You felt your heartbeat start to quicken as you mentally cursed yourself.
“So-uh, where should we begin? The circulatory system?” You asked, clearing your throat. When Roman didn’t respond, you looked up at him.
“I was thinking, maybe the inner workings of the heart.” You nearly melted at the tone of his voice. The heart, of course. His green eyes were bright, a full grin on his face now. He knew exactly what he was doing. You felt a red-hot blush creep onto your features and you knew it would be a long study session.
You’ll Float Too [Bill Skarsgård/Pennywise x Fem!Reader]
A/n: Well guys, I’ve finally made the foray into the fold. Done are the days I simply reblog for this fandom– look out for some more Bill or Penny x readers coming. It’s the first day of Halloween today, so be prepared, I’m spoopily inspired :)
Warnings: Hint of dub-con. Brief smut. Sexy clowns.
Your feet barely make a sound against the floorboards as you
carefully trek out of the bedroom. Your husband, Bill Skarsgård, had told you
he would just be a moment– that the noise was probably just the broken furnace
in the old house you two had just bought. This was, of course, after you had so
abruptly been interrupted.
“Fuck, baby,” you had whispered, grinding against
him and dipping down to slip your tongue back into his mouth.
“Look at how wet you are for me,” he had growled,
fingers curling up inside of you mercilessly as his thumb rubbed your clit. You
bounce on his fingers, one leg on either side of his own long ones.
“Bill, I-” you gasp, squealing as he readjusted his
hand, shoving his fingers even deeper.
“Love feeling that pussy squeeze around me…” he
tugged you down, licking his fingers off with a pop. “Love feeling it
around my dick.”
“I’ve got something else in mind,” you grinned,
moving the covers down to brush your lips against his clothed, hardened cock.
“Fuck,” he breathed in turn, breath hitching as you
give a lick through his pyjama pants. That was when the noise had sounded.
Your head had popped up. “What was-”
“That?” he echoed at the same time.
“It’s probably the rain,” you murmur, “The
thunderstorm is loud.”
“Sure… but rain or no rain, if that fucking piece of
shit of a furnace is broken again, I’m gonna-” You envelop his lips again,
but he groans, softly pushing you off. “Here, I’ve gotta fix the thing, I
don’t wanna freeze all night. I’ll be back in a second, babe,” he had
promised, kissing your forehead. You had smiled, and tugged at his loose pyjama
pants from the bed.
“You’d better be. I want these off.”
A smirk your way, and he had dashed off downstairs.
Now, it had been a long while, and you hadn’t heard him
answer any of your calls for him.
Coming to the door of the basement, you open it cautiously.
“Bill, where are you?” You tug his oversized
“cast” T-shirt he had kept from Allegiant further down over your
panties. It was cold down here, and– you gasp. The basement was flooded. Was
the thunderstorm really that bad?
“Bill,” you hiss, “I hate it down here… did
you fix the furnace?!”
You hear a ripple in the water, and swallow, taking another
step down. “Hey… can you hear me? It’s still freezing, it must not be wor-”
You stop, and gaze around. There’s no sign of your husband. You turn, and bite
your lip. Maybe he’s upstairs in the kitchen, and he faked the furnace just to
get a midnight snack…
No, but you were about to go down on him. The day Bill evaded
a blow job for the last slice of carrot cake in your fridge was the day hell
freezing over… You shiver again, and begin to take two stairs at a
time up– until you hear another ripple, and a small splash.
“Bill?” you repeat for the billionth time, sighing
as you turn back. “What are you– oh!” You find Bill standing by the
far wall, up to his knees in water.
“What are you doing?” you ask incredulously,
clutching your heart at the startle. He just stares at you. “What the fuck
are you looking at?” you ask playfully, and smack your ass with a small
smile. “Come up and get it.” You bite your lip and turn toward the
door, but Bill doesn’t follow. You huff. “I’m getting a towel for you. No
way I’m letting you in the bed with soaking legs.” He still makes no move.
“Bill!! Come on!”
This time, he smiles.
“But (y/n),” he says quietly, “If you come
with me… you’ll float too.”
“What?” you mutter, and then you roll your eyes so
far back you’re sure they’ve hit the front of your brain. “Oh Christ. Your
movie line? Really? My husband played a killer clown, I’m not scared of
anything.” You let out a laugh that seems out of place in the eerie,
dripping basement. “Stop being a dork and come with me, will you?” You
hold out a hand, making a grabby motion.
He takes a step forward. “You’ll float too.”
“Only if you provide the finest duck floaties,” you
tease, grinning, “AND poolside cocktails.”
“You’ll float too.”
“Yeah, okay, that’s nice, let’s g-”
“You’ll float too,” he begins to laugh, and you
“You’ll float too!” his voice takes on a giggly
pitch, then his face changes. “You’ll float too, you’ll float too, you’ll float too-”
You back away, and your eyes widen as Bill’s face slowly
begins to peel off, revealing flesh and teeth and bone. “You’ll float too!
You’ll float too!” His voice is now low, demonic, and his eyes are
clouding over as blood runs from them.
“Baby,” you breathe, a tear running down your
cheek. He was decomposing right before your eyes, and you could do nothing
about it– it was the most horrible thing you’d ever seen.
“You’ll float TOO! YOU’LL FLOAT TOO!” he begins to
shout, eyes blazing as his mouth falls open.
“Stoppit!” you scream, and hide your eyes,
clutching the railing. You suddenly hear silence, so you look up. There, in
place of Bill, is Pennywise the fucking dancing clown, grinning over at you.
“You smell lovely,” he titters, biting his lip with
those sharp teeth you saw Bill take in and out during shooting. You could tell
from the reflection of the water he was drooling, too. “So, so lovely,
“Bill?” you ask softly, because really, it’s all
you’ve remembered by way of words.
Pennywise mocks, shaking himself violently, “Where are you?! It’s cold,
and I’m such a slut that I can’t wait
five minutes for you to fuck me!” He arches his back,
mimicking your moans from upstairs, and you gasp.
“That’s right,” he giggles gleefully, “You
don’t think I can smell i-t?” He takes a deep breath. “Mmmmm, I
smelled it on him before I snapped his spine!”
“No,” you sob, and the clown glares.
“Yes! You smell good. Special. Like nothing I’ve ever
taste-d… I want to taste you.”
You clench your jaw. Your legs are shaking, but… those
eyes, boring down on you… they couldn’t… be doing things to you, could they? Suddenly, you’re disgusted with
“Are you scared?” he laughs, half to himself.
“I do hope so. That will make it taste so much better.”
“Why?” you breathe shakily, “Why are you
“Because,” Pennywise growled, “Just like your
precious Bill said, before he died in agony…” The clown’s eyes lit up,
glowing. “YOU’LL FLOAT TOO!” It came out as an otherworldly scream,
and suddenly, Pennywise was lurching at you, slamming you onto the staircase
and tossing open your legs–
“AH!” you shriek, and open your eyes. The room is
dark, and the covers over you are strewn around. Bill turns over beside you,
brow crinkling as he blinks open his own eyes.
“Hey… what’s going on?” He yawns. “You
“I,” you murmur, then start crying. He wakes
himself fully up now, leaning over and cradling your head.
“Hey… hey, hey, you’re okay,” he’s frowning,
concerned, as he pulls you into his arms, “You’re okay… whatever it was,
it was just a dream, (y/n).”
“You were… but you were–” you try to articulate,
sobbing uncontrollably. Bill, with all his facial features still perfectly
intact, stares down at you earnestly.
“Hey. Just a dream. Okay? I’ve got you. I’m okay. See?
I’m here.” His soft voice lulls you back into a calm state, and you clutch
his arms and bury your face in his chest. Maybe his movie had gotten to you
more than you thought… and the secret you had kept from him that you actually
found him attractive in his costume.
He lays you back down, and strokes your hair back, whispering
how much he loves you in your ear. You never want to let go… sleep begins to
take you again.
Bill looks down at your sleeping form, and adjusts his head
on the pillow, turning over. You make no move to wake up. He closes his eyes,
then they open again slowly to reveal yellow orbs. As you fall asleep, you
think you hear a gentle giggle, but it was just a dream… just a dream…