Roman Godfrey

Eldest living child and only son of Olivia and JR Godfrey. Heir to basically all of Hemlock Grove. Better than you. Currently accepting any and all donations of blood. __________________________________ Hemlock Grove Indie RP Blog. I am willing to RP AUs, genderbend, crossovers, etc. (Mun is 21. Go wild!)

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[godfreytheroman]

Six Degrees Of Inner Turbulence || Roman & Peter

"Why the fuck couldn't you have just stayed away?" Roman circled the chair that Peter was tied to quite expertly. His fury kept escaping him in bursts, but something in the very back of his mind reminded him that this paranoia was very likely a result of his ignored bloodlust.

He remembered the way his mother had gotten when he was a child. Knowing now that Olivia's diet was augmented by blood, he finally had an explanation for his mother's extreme anger issues during the rare times when she wouldn't leave the house for extended periods. No wonder. She had no access to blood when she stayed home.

A weak sound came from Peter's gagged mouth, and pulled Roman out of his memories of childhood. He knew that what he was doing was likely wrong, but the almost irresistible urge to lash out at everyone around him was far too strong. "I don't want to do this Peter, but you're giving me no choice. Just tell me what you have planned, and I'll let you walk away from this."

He ignored the confused look in Peter's eyes and simply picked up a knife from the nearby table. It was a long, thin blade, most likely created to bone fish. The knife was a personal favorite of his, and as he ran it lightly across Peter's exposed back, it did a perfect job of separating the flesh and letting a line of blood slowly begin to make its way south.

He could cure his bloodlust right this moment. Take everything from Peter and leave him lying on the floor, an empty shell of his former self. His inner Upir somehow drew him away from this blood though, no matter how beautiful the crimson was against the tanned skin of his friend's back. Something inside him knew not to quench his thirst with wolf blood. It was a deep-seated, almost ancient kind of feeling, as if his Upir ancestors from thousands of years in the past were crying out to him to stay away.

Fuck them, he thought, before pressing a finger to the blood and then watching in amusement as it trickled down his hand and onto his wrist. Walking back around the chair, so he was in full view of the boy, Roman licked the length of his own palm before sucking his finger into his mouth in an almost explicit way. "You taste good, Peter."

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[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

Glass Heart Hymn || Roman & Peter

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

Peter shot him an incredulous look. “I do not sound like that. I know I begged for some things, but I certainly didn’t sound that dumb.” He cracked a smile. “You wouldn’t break me in half. Mostly because I’m sure you don’t wanna break your new favorite play thing.” He wasn’t quite sure how to feel about the way Roman was looking at him, but he figured it was probably similar to how an animal felt when it was being examined before it got slaughtered.

[godfreytheroman]

"You certainly are fun to play with, but I think we both know that you're a bit more than just my most recent form of entertainment," he looked away, unable to meet Peter's eyes when he said the words. He felt like such a pussy, talking about his feelings and ruining this purely physical thing they currently had going on. It felt like driving a car across a frozen pond. He could feel the ice cracking and shifting beneath him, but he kept driving anyway, because he was out in the middle, and it was too late to turn back now. Fucking metaphors.

[godfreytheroman]

//I got bored, so I figured I might as well make a collage for the lovely Roman Godfrey. If you use this anywhere, please give me credit. This took time. Thanks!

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

Glass Heart Hymn || Roman & Peter

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"Yeah, you’re sooo damn brilliant," he said sarcastically. He moved away from Roman slightly, so he was able to lean back against the counter. "And what gives you the idea that I want to be held prisoner here for seven whole days?” He mimicked Roman’s voice and facials on the last phrase, mocking him. He would love nothing more than to stay here for seven days, but he knew that life would catch up with them very quickly. Roman’s house staff would try to kick them out, Miranda would surely start an argument, Destiny would be pissed, he’d lose his job, Roman’s coworkers certainly wouldn’t be happy with his absences, etc. Plus, if they spent seven days doing what they had done this morning, they would probably die from exhaustion.

[godfreytheroman]

“Shut it, Rumancek. You've certainly had plenty of evidence presented to you to prove how awesome I am. I didn't hear you complaining a few hours ago. Quite the opposite, really. What was it again? Oh, God. Roman! Fuck me harder!” he followed Peter's example and mimicked the other boy almost exactly, complete with facial expressions and slightly parted lips, panting in between words. “I don't think you could handle me for an entire week anyway. I'd probably break you in half,” Roman smirked at the thought. The attempt to fuck his friend so thoroughly that Peter quite literally broke, like a worn out toy.

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

Glass Heart Hymn || Roman & Peter

Peter tossed his phone on the kitchen counter angrily. His stupid boss had spent the last twenty minutes screaming at him for calling in sick. Part of him felt a bit bad for not calling him /before/ he was supposed to have been at work, but in his defense Roman had made sure he was sufficiently distracted and unable to speak for the most part. Two hours had seemed like plenty of time to recuperate enough to speak coherently on the phone, but he’d fumbled over his lies too many times for his bosses comfort. Whatever, what was done was done and there was no going back. Hell, even if he could go back he wouldn’t change anything that had happened that morning. He gave Miranda a quick peck on the cheek as she left for the day, off to go do who knows what. Part of him was glad that he had the house alone with Roman for the latter part of the day.

[godfreytheroman]

Roman was highly amused as he stood back and witnessed Peter attempting to successfully navigate the stormy waters of his boss' rage. As soon as Peter's phone hit the counter, Roman swooped in and closed the space between them. He wasn't sure if it was a 'mother bird calming her terrified babies' swoop, or more of a 'predator attacks its innocent prey' swoop. Probably both. “You should have let me call, Peter. We both know I'm a much better liar than you. Could have said I was your doctor, or something,” he let his voice become all concerned and authoritative, “Yes, sir. Your employee is entirely bedridden with a new strain of influenza that has been making its way around Hemlock Grove lately. Unless you want all of your employees and customers infected, I suggest Mr. Rumancek stay home for at least a week.” Roman bit his lip in a half smile, “Then you could have avoided all of the yelling, and I could keep you prisoner here for seven whole days. I'm brilliant, haven't you heard?”

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

The Thirst || Peter & Roman

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

Peter adjusted Roman’s hands above his head so that he could hold both down with the same hand. He took his now free hand and dragged it down the upir’s chest and torso until he reached the hemline of his pants. He lifted his hips so that he had space for his fingers to start tracing the outline of the bulge in the other boy’s pants, exactly the way Roman had done to him earlier. “I still think you can do better than that.”

[godfreytheroman]

Roman hissed when Peter's hand finally reached its destination. “Fuck, Peter,” he basically panted the words. His mind swam with possible next moves. Sure, he could easily remove Peter from his lap if he wanted to. The hand restraining both of his was just barely doing its job properly. It would be so easy to break free and regain his position on top of his friend. But he had to admit, he liked seeing Peter this way. That slight glint in his eyes that said he loved the illusion of power that he held. Roman chose the exact words that he knew would finally inspire action, “If you don't think you're up to the task, I could always go and get Miranda.”

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

The Thirst || Peter & Roman

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

Fuck. Peter certainly had not been expecting to see the great Roman Godfrey begging. If it were possible for him to be anymore turned on then he already was then that certainly had done it. He was so conflicted as to what to do next. Part of him wanted nothing more than to tear their pants off and fuck Roman into next week, but the other part of him wanted to torment Roman the way he had been tormented. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.” This time as he spoke he allowed his teeth to graze across the boy’s earlobe.

[godfreytheroman]

Peter's words went immediately to Roman's cock, and he couldn't prevent the whine that escaped his lips, “For God's sake, Peter. Do something. Touch me anywhere. Everywhere. Somewhere? Please?” He was pretty sure that if Peter touched him exactly where he wanted to be touched, he would last a total of .5 seconds before reaching the absolute edge of oblivion. No, that was a lie. He was already at that edge, holding on for dear life with only his fingertips. Anything else would merely shove him screaming over the edge.

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

The Thirst || Peter & Roman

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

Peter was done with waiting on Roman to finally stop antagonizing him and do something. His choices were down to make a move or sit and be tortured for the rest of the day. As quickly as he could he grabbed Roman’s wrists to restrain his hands, rolling sideways and forcing Roman to fall onto his back on the couch. He pinned Roman’s hands beside his head and used his hips to pin down the other boy’s torso. Peter knew Roman was the stronger of the two of them, but he still felt like he had the upir securely pinned down. He leaned down and kissed his way across Roman’s collarbone and up his neck until his lips were brushing against his ear. “How does it feel to not be the one in control for once?” His voice was low and sounded almost like a growl, which was much better than the squeak he had expected it to come out as.

[godfreytheroman]

Roman suppressed a moan as Peter's words growled against his ear. He liked this whole talking thing that Peter was finally capable of. And maybe he considered leaning up and brushing his teeth across the neck that was now so tantalizingly close to his salivating mouth. Instead, he let himself stay pinned down, his lower half doing its best to gain some sort of friction out of this whole experience. A frown formed between his eyebrows as he quickly discovered his lack of ability to be touched exactly where he wanted to. “Please?” he whined, surprising even himself. A Godfrey certainly did not beg. But he didn't care. He'd sign his entire fortune away this very second if it meant he could have the delicious contact his body craved.

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

The Thirst || Peter & Roman

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

Peter swallowed back whatever pressure had risen in his throat, so he would be able to speak clearly. He could feel his lips moving, but no words were coming out. God if he had known Roman could reduce him to a quivering mess he wouldn’t have challenged him to do his worst. Well, there was no going back now. He glared up at the upir, intensifying his gaze in yet another attempt to relay what his voice wouldn’t let him say.

[godfreytheroman]

Roman chuckled at the absence of Peter's voice, “Eloquent as ever, Rumancek.” He too was barely keeping himself together, but he knew if he completely lost himself in the fact that he could basically do whatever the hell he wanted to Peter right now, he would probably rip the boy's throat out before even remembering either of their cocks. He dragged his eyes away from the base of Peter's neck, where his veins were pulsing wildly, trying to compensate for the lack of blood in most of his body. All of his blood had rushed south, which simply made Roman want to dip his head down and drink in everything he could. And sure, he meant that in more ways than one.

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

The Thirst || Peter & Roman

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Peter bit the inside of his cheek to keep from allowing any explicit noises to escape his body. As hard as he was trying to hide his reaction from Roman he knew he was failing miserably. If his face hadn’t given it all away, then his grip tightening with Roman’s touch had. He had lost nearly all control of the situation and he pretty soon he would be completely at Roman’s disposal. It was equally wonderful and terrifying. 

[godfreytheroman]

He smirked down at Peter while continuing his tortuously slow job of outlining the contents of the boy's pants, and Roman could feel the hand on his hip practically spasm as it tightened its hold. Perfect. Peter's eyes that still held his gaze were almost black from his entirely blown pupils, and his lips were parted in a wonderfully enticing way. “Shee-it, Peter. Maybe someone should take care of this,” he glanced down at his hand and its never-ceasing movement, then back up at Peter, “Any suggestions as to who should do it?”

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

The Thirst || Peter & Roman

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Peter winced slightly and his grip on Roman’s hips tightened as the upir scratched his chest, but the pain was immediately erased by the electricity he felt dancing across his skin. He brought a hand up to entwine in Roman’s hair, the other still firmly on his hip, and jerked his head back so that he was forced to face up at him. Peter bit his lower lip causing a small line of blood to appear and then he slammed his lips to Roman’s.

[godfreytheroman]

He ran his tongue across Peter's lip, forcing himself to keep from biting it even harder, and watching as the blood ran down the boy's chin. He loved to injure Peter in small ways, but he absolutely refused to actually harm him. That is, if he could keep his inner Upir in check. That's what he liked about Peter though. He knew exactly how dangerous and evil and ugly Roman's soul actually was, and he chose to stick around anyway, practically embracing the darkness. It was something he could never properly thank Peter for, but he planned to show his appreciation any way he could. Starting with the quite obvious bulge in the boy's pants, straining to get free. He danced his hand across Peter's pants, pressing down a little as he went and carefully studying the boy's face for a reaction.

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

The Thirst || Peter & Roman

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

Peter shrugged the remains of his shirt off his shoulders. He then proceeded to grab the front of Roman’s shirt and rip it completely open and push it back off of the boy’s shoulders all in one motion. He relaxed back against the couch for a moment, admiring Roman’s physique. After a few seconds he leaned forward, resting his hands on Roman’s hips, and began kissing his way across his collar bones, occasionally allowing his teeth to graze his skin.

[godfreytheroman]

Roman scratched eight perfect lines down Peter's chest, watching curiously as his rough nails punctured the skin in a few places. He was thirsty. Undeniably so. And without hesitation, he dipped his head down and traced the crimson lines with his tongue, practically growling as he did so. He didn't even care right now if it freaked Peter out. All he cared about was the taste of blood and the salt of sweat basically having a party on his tongue. It was fucking amazing. Really, he wanted to taste every inch of Peter, but he was just so distracted by this one small part of him.

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

The Thirst || Peter & Roman

[iwouldbejealousofyouifiwerenotme]

Shee-it. Peter was about to be royally fucked, both metaphorically and literally. Both of them were still fully dressed and they had only kissed for a small amount of time and already Peter was completely hard. Damn if anyone could talk dirty it was Roman. He loved the way that Roman took charge of a situation immediately and the tone he used when he said you’re mine was so definite that not even god himself would have argued. Peter reached up and entwined his fingers in Roman’s hair, pulling the other boy into another kiss.

[godfreytheroman]

Feeling like every single nerve in his body was on fire, he groaned into Peter's mouth. Of course the boy guessed that he had a hair pulling thing. His mouth kissed a line across Peter's jaw and began its descent down until he reached the shirt's collar. He immediately decided to despise that shirt. It was like its presence was a personal affront to Roman and his intentions. He pulled at the first few buttons until the tiny threads holding them on finally gave up trying and suddenly there was exposed collarbone, and it was his new favorite thing.