#hermione lodge
Request: Yes / No Hi, I hope you’re doing well. If its not much trouble, can I please request fluff prompt 3 and 5 with smut prompts 10 and 12 with Hermione Lodge and younger (like mid twenties) fem s/o? Anon
Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night
Hermione Lodge x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1208
Warnings: SMUT!
Y/N: Your Name
Prompt(s): “You’re my perfect match.”, “You look so beautiful tied up to my bed.”, “Say my name.” “Louder!”, “The way you smile like that always turns me on.”
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Hermione was always pushing me to try new things, but I was always scared to try them. She was so much more experienced than I was, but I trusted her. See, I was a good girl, didn’t drink or do drugs, didn’t adventure past vanilla sex, and Hermione accepted that… Or so I thought.
“Come here, Y/N!” Hermione called from her bedroom. I was visiting while I was home from college. I wandered into her room and sat on her four-poster bed and grabbed a pillow.
“I want to read you a story.” She said and I looked at her confused.
“What kind of story?” I asked and she smiled.
“This is what I would like to do to you.” She answered.
“Okay… I’m listening.” I said while I got comfortable.
“Merilyn was a horny little slut…” She bagan. I noticed her voice changed as she read to me. She sounded so sexy as she went on, telling me the story of Merilyn.
“Merilyn was a good girl, but she wanted to be bad. She just needed someone to be bad with. She hadn’t met the right man or woman yet, which was what she was really waiting for. She hadn’t really been looking too hard when she found her. She was older and worked at the small office she had been temping at. Her assignment was nearing its end and she wondered what she should do to get her to notice her…” She went on with the story and it was making me so wet. Hearing the way Kate tied Merilyn up, spanked her, teased her, make her cum… it was driving me crazy! I was smiling and felt my pussy gushing with lust.
“The way you smile like that always turns me on.” She said, pausing the story.
“Please, I can’t take anymore…” I said.
“Are you ready for me to tie you up now?” She asked. She had been asking for months and I would always say now, but this story had gotten me so horny and I needed more than I usually did.
“Yes! Please tie me up and use me!” I heard myself say and I blushed.
“Take your clothes off and lay on the bed. I did as she asked and laid back on the bed, my limbs spread out for her to tie down. I was honestly a bit scared, but I trusted my girlfriend.
“Here we go, baby.” She said. She expertly tied me to the four posts on our bed. She knew what she was doing. She must have tied up other women before me. I had been too afraid, but now I was just horny.
“You look so beautiful tied up to my bed.” She said as I surrendered my body to her. She crawled on the bed between my legs and admired my pussy. Hermione started licking my pussy, making me squirm. She worked my clit with his tongue and her fingers went inside of me. She put pressure on my g-spot they way she knew made me cum the fastest. I tried to wriggle away, but found I was tied so tightly that I wasn’t able to go anywhere. I realized that I really was at Hermione’s mercy. I thought I would hate it, but it was only making me cum hard. My pussy was squirting all over the place!
“Oh my God! I’m sorry, I’m ruining the bed!” I said.
“Don’t be sorry, this is the sexiest you’ve ever been. Although, I could punish you for making a mess. Would you like that my naughty little girl?” Hermione’s eyes were blown out with lust and I knew she was turned on in a way he’s never been with me.
“Yes! Punish me!” I begged.
“Bad little girl.” She smirked.
“Before we really start, what would you like the safe word to be?” She asked.
“Um… how about pink?” I asked and she smiled.
“Perfect, now… let’s get back to you being a bad girl. You’re gonna have to be punished for cumming all over the comforter.” She said. She lifted me up and gave my pussy and ass a few playful spanks with the small paddle that she apparently had at the ready. She didn’t spank me too hard.
“Harder… please?” I begged and she smirked.
“You naughty little slut!” She said. The smacks from the paddle hit my pussy first and then she lifted me up a bit and got my ass as well. I was screaming as the punishment went on.
“No! Please!” I screamed, but by now she could tell that I wanted this. She climbed on top of me and grabbed something and put it around my neck.
“This is your new collar, I got it just for you. Now you can be mine forever.” She said.
“You’re collaring me?” I asked in shock. I had heard of things like this, but I wasn’t really sure of their significance. I was pretty sure it was a good thing and so I let her collar me.
“You’re now my little slut.” She said and I smiled, but bit my lip.
“Who do you belong to?” She asked, as she put her double ended strap-on on.
“You.” I said, but received a light slap on my pussy.
“Say my name.” She growled.
“Hermione.” I said, but received a slightly harder slap.
“Louder!” She ordered.
“Hermione!” I said louder and she smirked. She crawled back on top of me and kissed me. I felt her hard cock push inside me.
“Good girl.” She said and gripped my collar as she fucked me, pulling it so it choked me. I felt so used and the thought of being her personal slut and taking her abuse was too much for me. I came hard, my pussy squirting all over the bed and the both of us. She didn’t stop. She grabbed the collar and pulled it, choking me more as she fucked me.
“I’m going to cum all over that slutty little face of yours!” She moaned, pulling her strap-on from me and moved to my face. I realized I couldn’t stop her. I couldn’t do anything. I was completely at her mercy. She pushed her pussy onto my face and started riding me. I licked her like it was my last meal and moaned at her sweet taste. She moaned and started suffocating me with her pussy. The warmth of her cum as it squirted all over my face shocked me. No one had ever cum on my face like this before. I was surprised at how it felt. I felt dirty and used, but also accomplished. Now I was like Merilyn!
Hermione climbed off me and kissed me deeply. She untied me and laid on the bed next to me. She pulled me into her and gently stroked my hair. She was whispering sweet nothings in my ear as we both calmed down from our highs.
“You’re my perfect match.” She whispered and my heart skipped a beat.
“You’re my perfect match.” I said with a smile and she kissed me.
“Such a good girl.” She said and cuddled me until we had to get up a go on with our daily lives.
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Riverdale S5 E12 (Jaime/Hiram) - 5 Things I loved/ 3 Things to consider
5 Things I loved
1. The music selections for the Jaime to Hiram transitions were delirious and filled me with joy. I admit up front I’ve never heard any of these songs before, so if they turn out to be a horrible kind of misappropriation or desecration or something I will feel bad. In any case - Riverdale commits to giving you a dose of the surreal every episode. The difficulty with doing that in this episode is that the stories being told in it are unusually straightforward, even staid, for Riverdale. So they went to town with the sound track.
There’s a song (Demolicion by the band Narco) that sounds like it’s being sung by the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Toons on a bender - it’s just rawararwrarawrar. All these songs about Hiram ‘being bad’ and mentioning the ‘devil’ are so on the nose that the nose gets broken and pushed right into the skull (the title of the song is literally Devil Devil).
2. I love that Hermione Gomez wears huge 80s glasses that completely overwhelm her little face and yet Jaime hits on her and thinks the world of her. It helps to have that face, I grant you, but as someone who took the Dorothy Parker quote, Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses, very very personally back in the day, I LOVE that Jaime/Hiram has no such qualms. Did everyone notice the bust of Nefertiti that’s positioned right behind Hermione the whole time Hiram is successfully asking her out? I did and it cracked me up.
3. I loved that nothing in this story about Jaime Luna makes Hiram Lodge even a little bit sympathetic to me. Hiram is an out and out villain, and I love that. I’ve been sick of villain backstory narratives that are like, Bad Things Happened To This Man So We Must Identify With His Homicidal Impulses that keep coming out, but this episode didn’t do that.
a) Hiram is in so many ways a textbook abusive husband, and the only thing that distinguishes him from the more stereotypical abuser is that he doesn’t actually punch his victim (he just shoots at her using other people’s guns). Abusers blame their victims for ‘causing’ them to commit abuse. The same is true here. The story that Hiram tells Reggie about his life pretends to be about his father, but is actually all about the fact that it’s Hermione’s fault that he’s a gangster. She’s the one who likes the fancy clothes and the fancy car, the one who names him Hiram Lodge, the one who is turned on by Hiram working for gangsters, the one that goes to the gangsters (rather than his father or her mother or any other adult) to get Hiram out of jail. It’s all her fault and she owes him. This is in addition to his usual, You’re my wife and I own you.
I am right back to being very worried about Hermione.
b) Hiram pretends to be giving ‘life advice’ about fathers and sons to Reggie. Hiram has direct knowledge that Marty Mantle is a piece of shit, and that Reggie has a very trouble relationship with him, and that Marty absolutely does not respect Reggie at all whatsoever (“Reggie is a fool.”) Hiram uses Reggie and then ditches him when he’s done. Hiram makes Reggie an accessory to murder, which nets nobody anything at this point other than Hiram’s own blood lust - and possibly tying up loose ends because Vito is someone who can correct this yarn that Hiram is spinning about his origin - then breaks his heart. Marty Mantle is not only a dad who beat his son - he’s a dad that does not ask his son “Where did you get the money” when the son pays off a huge debt to a known criminal, and is only relieved that he’s no longer on the hook. He also tellingly asks Reggie, “That’s what you got from my story?” indicating that this is a story rather than a testimony.
4. I loved the very anti-straight men commentary the show keeps sneaking in. Like, straight marriage is the worst, especially the ones that produce biological offspring, according to Riverdale. Marty Mantle absolutely despises sex. He’s a guy who sells sexy cars to other guys for a living, and yet he hates talking about getting laid in one. He hates his beautiful sensual son, too, for being sexually successful and comfortable in his body. Both Reggie (described by the gay-bi Fangs as “very straight” even after kissing him) and Hiram (who is basically a Hermione-sexual at this point) have comically fetishistic relationships with cars and shoes, lovingly wiping down these objects at the start of each day. All the straight men say the word “shame” several times -I’m ashamed of you/ I feel shame/ so ashamed/ shame.
5. I continue to adore “I am not in high school any more” Reggie Mantle. Growing up to be a slightly sleazy car salesman is the one of the few character developments for Grown Riverdale that both makes sense and isn’t depressing. Core Four, Cheryl and Polly are all extremely depressing and supportable with logic. Toni and Fangs make out OK but they were also underdeveloped in the first four seasons. (I am too upset to talk about Sweet Pea). I was moved by his tearing up while very quietly confronting his father, and I was moved by his boyish attempt at trying to show his new boss that he’s not just the muscle. Oh and he’s so beautiful, did I say that already? There’s so much face in Reggie’s face - strong brows, deep set eyes, those cheekbones, that jawline, that MOUTH.
Three Things to Think About
a. Why is Jughead narrating this? Jughead is unusually wrong about a lot of things in his opening narration, and I assume this is intentional. Jughead seems to use the words hero and protagonist interchangeably, and also I guess hasn’t seen Joker because most villains and antiheros also always get their origin stories too. (There’s a theory that what we’re watching is the Betty Cooper serial killer origin story, for example). Has Jughead not watched “Citizen Kane” because he asks “What is his rosebud?” about Hiram, BUT WE ARE NOT TOLD. Jughead sounds jealous of Reggie, frankly, and he’s wrong when he says Hiram collects lost souls. What OTHER lost souls does Hiram have near him? And who the heck is S5 Jughead Jones calling LOST?
b. What Reggie really wants to do - and possibly also Hiram - is to wear a suit and carry a briefcase. It’s just very White Collar Aspirant that isn’t fully explored. Like, how the 50 shades of grey movie was really about sitting in a board room negotiating a contract and having pretty women in suits bring you tea - that was the erotic highlight of that movie. We live in capitalism, so getting to use the accoutrement of the Wall St capitalist is the true fantasy.
c. The point of this episode that the show is making to the viewer is this: A straightforward narrative, where gangsters act like gangsters, and fathers and sons have realistic misunderstandings and conflicts, is something we’re capable of doing. We just don’t want to.
