#Hermione Lodge oneshot

[random-imagines-blog]

Beacon {Hermione Lodge x Female!Jones!Reader NSFW Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2499 Summary: Being a Jones gave you a bad reputation, though a good one among the ladies. Hermione is about to learn why. Notes: SMUT SMUT SMUT

A lot of people tended to associate the last name Jones with rottenness. The singer Tom Jones - he was a creepy piece of shit. Don’t even get me started on Jim Jones. He was probably the worst of the worst. But in Riverdale, Jones was synonymous with three people. FP Jones, the leader of the Southside Serpents, Riverdale’s answer to what happens when people get bored in a small town. Jughead Jones, a mini FP with some sort of weirdo victim complex. He’s making waves by not being fully a Southsider or a Northsider, alternating between the two with his friends, his gang, and his little girlfriend. And then - there was me. I tended to keep my head down most of the time. I commuted to work out of town, but always spent my weekends in Riverdale, hanging out at the White Wyrm with the Serpents, despite not being one myself. I mostly just became known as the other one. But the city would be wrong to think that I didn’t have that Jones-type streak in me. Though I wasn’t involved in the gang life or these stupid wars that my little brother was fighting, I had a devious hobby of my own. One that made the little Riverdale dads quake in their nice shoes. I was the lesbian who stole wives.

And right now, I was working on the grand prize.

A Mrs Hermione Lodge.

With her husband being scum and her daughter being high strung and hardly ever spending any time at home, she was feeling stressed and lonely, and that is when I had come in. I loved going over to Pop’s, it was the prime place to be, especially on a Saturday night. I had called in food for Dad and I, Jughead was gonna be having dinner with the Coopers, blech, so it was just four burgers, enough for the two of us. I was leaning against the counter, waiting for the bag when someone caught my eye. The long dark hair. The bronze skin. The harsh look but the gentle eyes. Well hello Miss Lodge.

She was picking up dinner too. We were both standing beside one another and I initiated a conversation, complimenting her boots. She seemed a little surprised that the spawn of FP was talking to her but she settled into it well enough. We fell into a pleasant chat, and I invited her out for drinks sometime. Something she accepted readily. Poor girl, she didn’t have a thing going on in the world.

And that is how we ended up here.

Alone inside of my bedroom in the trailer, FP having gone out to do some business. The way that she looked at my home annoyed me somewhat. She was clearly used to the bigger and better things. The extravagant Lodge lifestyle. Fancy hotels and penthouse suites. Not this dingy little thing with my room that could fit comfortably inside of her shoe closet.

But we couldn’t go into her house, oh no. Knowing her husband, he probably had cameras all around the place and would know the second that you set foot within the place. You told her that you just plain didn’t give a fuck. Let him find out. Let him see what it looked like when his wife was happy and taken care of for the first time. But she was scared - and against your better judgement, you let her be scared. You let her keep this all a secret. A dirty little secret - those had a way of coming out in Riverdale. But that would be Hermione’s problem. Not yours.

It started off as soon as you were in your small bedroom - the kissing, her hundred dollar lipstick mashing against the one that you had stolen from the Wal-Mart in the next town over. She seemed rather unclear on what to do. She had confessed to you that she didn’t have much experience with other women, having had been essentially promised to Hiram from the beginning, and having a slight affair with Fred Andrews. You were going to teach her a thing or two, as long as she relaxed.

She was stiff, but returning in the kisses, while you did the majority of the touching. You gave her a bit of a pull inside of the room, and helped her to take off her dress, while you stayed perfectly dressed. A power dynamic in play. She had a naturally submissive side which you were going to exploit. After she was just in her underwear, probably also worth a hundred dollars at least, black and lacy and fit her bottom perfectly, she backed up against the door. She had every chance to leave. You weren’t caging her in here. But you could see - she enjoyed being vulnerable.

You crouched down, your hands running across the smooth fabric of those panties, teasing her by not going inside. Right where the crease was, right where it dipped in, you started to press kisses, making her droop back against the door, trying to find stability. You were touching, rubbing, smoothing at her glowing skin. She was golden all over. Finally, you started to pull the fabric down, and she shyly tried to hide herself behind her hand but you wouldn’t let her. Beautiful shaved. Just - beautiful.You really had a thing for the MILFs. Maybe it was because they seemed to appreciate it more? You were kissing against, spreading her folds, really getting a good look at her. Paying attention to her in the way that her husband had not in a very long time. Flicking your tongue. Your eyes, the same blue as your brothers, looking up at her. Though you were the one on your knees, you had all the control.

She turned into a moaning mess against your door. You held her steady by her hips, her hair nearly long enough to touch the tops of your hands. She was licking her lips and resting her hand, sharp manicured nails, against your cheek. She squealed in a rather undignified way as you started to tongue-fuck her from your position, getting in there, knowing the right spots in the way that only another woman could. Her knees were buckling, she was close to bouncing, and then you cut it off by moving up to join her lips again, hands on the back of her neck for a full on hot as fuck make out session. She didn’t even mind the taste of herself upon my tongue.

You traced down her body to go between her legs again with her fingers, stimulating her clit with small circles, using your middle finger to really get into her folds. All the while, the kisses weren’t stopping. She didn’t seem sure about what to do with her hands, but she was trying. She was grabbing onto your breasts, going up and down your arms, through your hair. She was so fumbly and insecure that you forced her to turn around, her own breasts pressed up against the wood. You only let up on the touching her for that one second while she leaned her head against the door, sticking her tush out. You couldn’t believe how beautiful she really was. You couldn’t stop admiring her. The softness of her skin, the taste of her neck.

You caressed everything, before finally inserting a finger inside of her. She moaned again, leaning her head back. You pressed against her, really curling your finger, putting in a second one, while your other hand wrapped around to rub circles again. The noises were growing obscene. You were pushing back a smirk. You bet her husband couldn’t make her wet like this. Couldn’t make her moan like this. Couldn’t make her cum like you were about to just from touching her. Her moans started to grow louder, and she muttered out a “Oh my God” that was making all of your effort worth it. You were moving faster and faster until she came fully unfurled, her body spasming against yours. She was essentially humping your door which was amusing. Oh, Miss Hermione Lodge. You weren’t looking so high class at the moment. Oh, the way that back was arching. You were amused. She was lost in her reverie.

You ended up back on your bed, you sitting down with her naked body between your legs. The kissing had commenced again. She tasted so ... so sweet. As did her skin, you noticed, as you went down her neck towards her shoulders. She finally started to realize that this shouldn’t be all about her, the spoiled rich woman getting everything that she wanted, and she started to touch back. She took your breasts in her hands as she licked up your jawline, bringing out an unexpected moan.

You relinquished the sense of control, but you still felt like you had it this whole time. You let her believe that she was taking the reins, but really, you were getting everything that you wanted. Especially as her warm mouth was then engulfing your sensitive nipple, tongue swirling. Her lipstick was getting all over you - good. The shade looked almost as good on you than it did on her.

You particularly liked it when she looked up at you. Like she was waiting for some sort of compliment. Something to give her a sense of pride. She was a needy one, this woman. You were enjoying yourself, but it was going to take more than what she was giving you to dole out the compliments.

Touching. Kissing. Skin in her mouth. Eye contact. A few moans here and there. You let yourself be pampered by the woman who was still wanting to take something even while giving. She seemed reluctant to go down, and you weren’t going to force her, it could be intimidating for first timers. But you laid back, you made yourself comfortable, and she ended up getting there at her own pace. Your own dress started to bunch around your waist, and she removed your panties as if they were expensive, despite just being from Wal-Mart. And then she took a few tentative, exploratory licks, trying to get her mind around what she was doing.

You finally gave her a bit of what she wanted. “Oh - fuck yes, Hermy,” You said, coming up with the new nickname for her. You ran the fingers of your one hand through her hair while with the other, you were feeling yourself up, grabbing onto your own chest. She didn’t know to give you her all, but you could put some of the work in. She started to become more bold as she adjusted herself to the taste, more lustful, more - powerful. There was always something more erotic about a woman who grew comfortable in front of your own eyes.

You were letting out moans as she hit the good spot, the little hooded area of your clit, with her tongue. She noticed that, took note of that, and kept on going back for more. She was treating you like a pomegranate, trying to suck all the seeds out and into her mouth. Her hands smoothed up and down your widely spread thighs. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart, so good,” You complimented, your head tilted upwards, gasping to the heavens.

You thrust your hips up to meet her more fully, grinding onto her face as you finally reached your peak with that gorgeous tongue of hers. A thin sheen of sweat was covering the both of you. So much of her lipstick had smudged around her body. Her eyeliner was less than perfect now. She hadn’t turned into a total mess but she was getting there, something which kept you aroused even though her breathlessness showed that she couldn’t take much more.

You pulled her up and onto the bed with you, moving her hair to the side so that you could tuck into her shoulder and lazily, but very satisfied, kissed her shoulder blade. She hummed contently, her breath still labored but there was a smile on her face.

“That was...” She started, and then realized she was lost for words. It made you laugh against the warmth of her skin.

“Amazing?” You finished for her. She nodded. “Too bad you’re still going to go back to that stupid husband of yours. And definitely too bad you didn’t let me mark you. You’d look even prettier with hickies, especially on your thighs...” You traced a hand down there, enjoying her softness. Women - they really were God’s gift. “You make the prettiest sounds, I could listen to you all day.”

“Don’t tempt me,” She said, laughing deeply. You put a few more kisses on her, and then wrapped your arms around her in a cuddle. “I can’t stay much longer, y/n, I... I have to get back before Hiram does.”

“You know I can protect you, Hermy,” You whispered, really not wanting her to go. “You don’t have to go back. You can stay here with me. I know it’s not ideal but... we’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you. And you know no one can make you feel as good as I do.”

“I know,” She breathed. “I know. I want to, it’s just - Veronica and...”

The downside of being into MILFs. The M part.

“Veronica is a boss ass bitch from everything Juggie has been telling me, you should be really proud,” You said. “But I guess I get it. She’s your baby.”

“And always will be,” Hermione admitted. A pang of jealousy - your mother had no trouble leaving you, taking Jellybean and going, leaving you and Jug behind, and right beside you was a shining example of a mother willing to put her daughter’s happiness above her own. But you had to admire that in her. You had to love that about Hermione.

“Just a few minutes longer, then I’ll take you back to your car,” You said, cuddling close into her, pulling her into a spooning position. It wasn’t sexual anymore, it was just about holding her, having her close, taking in the smell of her expensive perfume, the softness of her body from costly lotions. A few minutes longer turned into an hour as she fell asleep and you were too enthralled by her to wake her up. You moved some of the hairs from her face, gazing at her beauty. The thick brows and lashes, the plump lower lip, the rounded tip of her nose.

Damn if you weren’t growing more smitten by the second. Giving her back to Hiram might just be the hardest thing you ever have to do.

[ourhappylies]

Dating Hermione Lodge Would Include - Riverdale

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous.

- Hermione can be just as ruthless as Hiram, but not when it comes to you. She adores you with her whole heart, willing to do anything and everything she can to protect you from her world.

- Receiving lots of expensive gifts.

- Going on lavish and elegant dates which Hermione always insist on paying for.

- Hermione is a very confident and tenacious woman so you having a shyer nature than she does captivates her and ignited her curiosity. She would do everything in her power to get you to open up to her.

- Her defending you to anyone who says or does something that upsets and/or offends you.

- Sitting and cuddling together in front of a hot fire on cold nights drinking hot chocolate.

- Going on extravagant shopping trips together.

- Speaking a lot of Spanish. If you didn’t know Spanish before you met Hermione, she would teach it to you and she’d enjoy it too.

- Sassy retorts and comments would astonish her at first. But after a while, she’d grow to love the sassy and sarcastic quips, mostly when they’re not directed towards her.

- Her giving you lots of forehead and cheek kisses.

- Stealing her very comfy jackets and sweaters from her wardrobe.

- Having breakfast together every day.

- Long bubble baths together while sharing a bottle of red wine that Hermione perfectly selected.

- Her loving you with a fierceness and passion that only Hermione Lodge can offer.

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[kindnessinpain2000]

She’s Her Mother’s Daughter                                         /Oneshot/

Summary:

Archie Andrews is a lovely boy, but Hermione Lodge knows her daughter. Or, Hermione knows where this path is taking Veronica, and she's not sure that she likes it.

Read it here; Ao3 or tap the moodboard!

[beachbabywrites]

RIVERDALE VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS

riverdale | ahs | twilight | marvel | dc | the vampire diaries | supernatural

The last day I will take prompts for Valentine’s Day will be February 12th. Feel free to send in requests any time between now and then. There are two options for requesting

1) Send me a Character and a specific prompt / trope OR send me a ship and a specific prompt / trope + a shade of pink.

The shades of option let you pick how you want the story to go.

Champagne - smut

Wine - angsty

Candy Heart - fluff

EX. “Jughead Jones + Friends To Lovers + Candy Heart”

2) If you aren’t feeling very creative, or aren’t sure what you want, then just send in “Character + Shade of pink” and I will choose a prompt myself.

CHARACTERS YOU CAN CHOOSE FROM:

Alice Cooper / Archie Andrews / Betty Cooper / Cheryl Blossom Hermione Lodge / Josie McCoy / Jughead Jones / Reggie Mantle Sweet Pea / Toni Topaz / Veronica Lodge

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Repeating History

“Hey” Alice said walking into Pop’s, FP didn’t respond, he was too focused on something at the end of the diner, “What? Do I not interest you anymore?”

“No, no baby. Look!” he pointed at the table in the far back “that’s Hermione and Fred” 

“Oh my God, are they on a date?” Alice asked, a smirk rising on her lips.

“Looks like it, should we meddle?” 

“Give them a few minutes. Also, Hey again” she looped her arm around his neck and kissed him. “Hey, yourself” he responded, grinning.

They have been dating officially for five months. At first the kids were all against it, but as soon as they saw how happy their parents were, they learned to live with it, sure there was always the occasional awkward breakfasts or the awkward kissing in front of each other, but nevertheless they were all happy.

Everyone got used to them together- at the Whyte Wyrm, Pop’s, town meetings, their houses, they never left each other’s sides. 

FP could swear Pop loves to embarrass him by showering him with questions about her, but he learned to like the teasing and soon enough, he started to tease back “So how’s Mrs. Tate” he’d say with a smirk.

“Let’s go over there, I love meddling with new couples. well, in their case, new again?” Alice said, pointing at their former friends’ table. “Wait, let me take this stupid hat off”

They saw Hermione give wide eyes to Fred, who turned around almost immediately and smiled, “FP, Alice” he nodded.

“Oh hello, Fredrick” Alice said and FP gave her a nudge, smiling. “So you decided to rekindle your old flame?” she said blodly.

“Alice! Excuse her” FP said “be subtle!” he whispered to her.

“It’s fine, FP. Yes actually, we’re- we’re giving it a shot” Hermione smiled “hey join us! Who doesn’t like a good ol’ double date?”. Alice was almost too quick to sit at the booth facing them and FP joined after her, sighing and smiling.

Conversation drowned the two couples and they fell down a hole of old embarrassing stories and trips down memory lane. 

FP and Fred’s band came up like ten times, Hermione laughing hysterically every time someone said ‘the Fred heads’, “That’s such a stupid name! How did I date you back then” she said in between laughs.

FP mentioned Alice and Fred’s attempt to make Mrs. Green trip down the stairs, “That bitch had it coming! She sent us to detention just because we put ice down Molly James’ pants! No one breaks Fredrick’s heart and gets away ice-pants free” Alice said and Fred bursted into laughter.

Then they got into a heated competition about who was the better couple. Fred could’ve sworn Alice almost threw her milkshake at them when Hermione mentioned FP’s ex girlfriend.

“C’mon, everyone knows we were the better couple.” Hermione said.

“Oh, please Maia, remember when you paid us ten bucks each to not be all lovey-dovey in front of the two of you? You exact words were ‘you’re too cute and I don’t want to pressure him’“ FP reminded her, arching an eyebrow at them.

“That was at the beginning of our relationship! Who won cutest couple of the year?” Fred asked, smiling knowingly.

“Who won hottest couple of the year?” Alice shot back, FP smirked at her and tightened his hand around her waist.

“Ha! Falice all the way” FP said.

Hermione and Fred shot each other confused looks “What now?” Hermione asked.

“Oh please like you never thought about your ship name” Alice rolled her eyes.

“Falice? Of all things you chose Falice?” Fred asked. 

“Oh c’mon Fredmione” 

“You- you thought about our ship name too, why the hell was that even a topic you talked about?” Fred was doing everything he can not to burst out laughing, Hermione was biting the inside of her lip.

“Hey now! don’t make fun of us! We talk about everything with each other, and one day this- it came up, okay? And we got a little carried away and now every two people in this town have a ship name.” Alice said, looking guilty.

Fred and Hermione burst out laughing, FP cracked a smile as well “alright, alright, I think we can all agree that Alice and I win the better couple award, thank you very much”.

“Whatever you say, Falice” Fred said.

Alice groaned dramatically and buried her head in FP’s neck, he smiled and stroked her hair.

 Fred saw the sweet gesture and couldn’t help but smile, he grabbed Hermione’s hand under the table and she smiled genuinely at him.

“This is nice” Hermione said “just like old times”.

“Just like old times” FP repeated.

“Let’s just hope we don’t make the same mistakes” Alice added.

And that’s how the original core four got back together, only this time, they weren’t giving up on each other, not without a fight.

[cheesyficwriter]

#21 from the asks for ron and hermione? Maybe hermione tells ron that before they leave to get harry from privet drive in deathly hallows?

Also just read your other oneshot it was so cute, your writing is amazing💖

Hi anon! Thanks for the lovely ask and kind words 💜 as you wish, an angsty drabble that takes place the night before they head to Privet Drive (#21: "I...I can't do this without you"). Hope you enjoy!

We Will Make It

"There you are."

Ron found her, of course, sitting alone outside in the garden. She had spent almost an hour gazing up at the setting sun, her mind whirling with all of the possibilities for tomorrow. 

Tomorrow they would be going to fetch Harry from the Dursley home and their mission would begin. 

Tomorrow.

Ron didn't speak any further as he sat down beside her and he most certainly did not put any space between them. Hermione found it hard to breathe with the way Ron's leg was pressed up firmly against hers, their arms touching, hands both resting on their knees just mere inches from one another.

"I'm scared," Hermione spoke softly and honestly. Her eyes gave away the fear that she had succumbed herself to all evening. 

"Me too." Ron reached over and grabbed her hand, carefully balancing their joined hands on his knee. His thumb rubbed circles around her open palm. 

"Can we protect him?" 

"Harry? I'm certain he can take care of himself. But…" Ron hesitated. He looked away and Hermione wondered what emotion he was trying to hide from her. 

"But what?" She urged him on, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, which seemed to bring his attention back as he stared down at their intertwined fingers. 

"I'm not going on the hunt to just protect Harry. I'm going to protect you, too."

"Ron…"

"No, listen...fuck I'm terrible at this." He let out a breathy, nervous laugh. 

She caught the gist of where he was going with this conversation and she needed to share her side. "I...I can't do this without you, Ron. It makes me physically ill to even think…"

His eyes were glassy and his jaw was set. "Then don't."

"But we have to. Because we need to put Harry first. He needs to make it to the end of this fight," she pleaded, hoping that he would understand. 

"I'm not sure I can fully do that."

Hermione was caught off guard by his words. "What?"

"Hermione…" Ron paused, rubbed a hand over his mouth, then continued, "if I have to choose between the two of you and take a curse...it'll be you. I'd throw myself in front of you. In every situation. And I reckon you probably deserve to know that."

Along came a flood of indescribable emotions. A dull ache formed in Hermione's chest as she processed the impact of his confession. I would throw myself in front of you. He would die for her. And that realisation was absolutely terrifying. "You...you can't say things like that to me, Ron."

"Why not?" He shrugged, as if it was the easiest concept in the world. "It's the truth."

"Because!" She stammered out shrilly. "Because, Harry needs us."

"Yeah. Us! Which includes you, too. You have more knowledge in your pinky finger than most people do in their whole body. If anyone deserves to go on and-"

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare try to say that you are not worthy of living, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione's entire body was shaking, tears forming in her eyes, and Ron gazed at her helplessly. 

Ron immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. She buried her face into his chest and inhaled deeply. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he mumbled against her hair. 

"You will make it through this." Hermione lifted her head and searched his eyes. She conveyed those words with as much determination in her voice as she could manage.

"We will make it." He lifted and moved their joined hands slowly towards his waiting lips...

"Oh!" Molly appeared in the doorway behind them, causing the pair to lurch apart, "I'm so sorry dears, just wanted to pop out here and let you know that supper is ready."

"We'll be right in, mum." The agitation was evident in Ron's voice. 

"Well...alright." She gave them a tight smile and disappeared back inside. 

"I suppose we should-"

Hermione was effectively cut off by Ron, who tugged on her hand as she attempted to stand up. "There's so much I want to…" He brushed the side of her face, sending chills down her spine, his thumb resting on the nape of her neck. 

Hermione swallowed the lodge in her throat. "I know." 

"Soon?"

"Yeah. Soon."

They would make it. They would get to share hundreds more moments like this. And Hermione would hold onto that mentality for several months to come. 

 

 

[constant-creative-chaos]

Fandoms I’ll write for and how to request them

Bold - Personal Favorites

Supernatural

Dean Winchester - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Sam Winchester - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Castiel - Platonic, Sibling

Jack Kline - Platonic, Sister, Romantic

Gabriel - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Charlie - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (female reader )

Jo - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ellen - Platonic, Child

Bobby - Platonic, Child

Claire - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

The Walking Dead 

Rick Grimes - Platonic, Child, Sibling, Romantic

Glenn Rhee - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

T-Dog - Platonic, Sibling

Shane Walsh - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Michonne - Platonic, Sibling, Child, Romantic

Maggie Greene - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Beth Greene - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic 

Tara Chamlber - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (female reader)

Rosita - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Abraham - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Noah - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Daryl Dixon - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Carl Grimes - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Carol - Platonic, Child

Andrea - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Negan - Plationic, Child

Enid - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Jesus - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (male reader)

The 100

Bellamy Blake - Plationic, Sibling, Romantic

Clarke Griffin - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

John Murphy - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Raven Reyes - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Wells Jaha - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Finn - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Octavia Blake - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Abby Griffin - Platonic, Sibling

Jasper Jorden - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Monty Green - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Marcus Kane - Platonic, Child

Lexa - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Indra - Platonic, Sibling

Anya - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Echo - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Lincoln - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Harry Potter

Harry Potter - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Hermione Granger - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ron Weasley - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Cedric Diggory - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Draco Malfoy - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Fred Weasley - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

George Weasley - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Percy Weasley - Platonic, Sibling

Bill Weasley - Platonic, Sibling

Charlie Weasley - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ginny Weasley - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Sirius Black - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Remus Lupin - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!James Potter - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Lily Evens - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Sirius Black - Platonic, Sibling, Child, Romantic

James Potter - Platonic, Sibling, Child, Romantic

Remus Lupin - Platonic, Sibling, Child, Romantic

Lily Evens - Platonic, Sibling, Child, Romantic

Minerva Mcgonagall - Platonic, Child

Marvel

Peter Parker - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Natasha Romanoff - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Tony Stark - Platonic, Child,

Steve Rogers - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Bucky Barnes - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Wanda Maximoff - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Shuri - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

T’Challa - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Carol Danvers - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Loki Laufeyson - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Riverdale

Jughead Jones - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Betty Cooper - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Archie Andrews - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Veronica Lodge - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Cheryl Blossom - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (female reader)

Toni Topaz - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Sweet pea - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Fangs - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (male reader)

Kevin Keller - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (male reader)

FP Jones - Platonic, Child

Fred Andrews - Platonic, Child

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina

Sabrina Spellman - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ambrose Spellman - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Nicolas Scratch - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Prudence - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Dorcas - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Agatha - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Harvey Kinkle - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Roz - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Theo - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (male reader)

Caliban - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Zelda Spellman - Platonic, Child

Hilda Spellman - Platonic, Child

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

Klaus Baudelaire - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Violet Baudelaire - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Duncan Quagmire - Platonic, Sibling

Isodora Quagmire - Platonic, Sibling

Montgomery Montgomery - Platonic, Child

Kit Snicket - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Peeta Mellark - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Gale Hawthorne - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Finnick Odair - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Primrose Everdeen - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Haymitch - Platonic, Child

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Magnus Bane - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Simon - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

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Kai Parker - Platonic, Sibling

Alaric Saltzman - Platonic, Child

IT

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Young!Richie Tozier - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (Male Reader)

Young!Beverly Marsh - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Eddie Kaspbrack - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

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Young!Mike Hanlon - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Ben Hanscom - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Bill Denbrough - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Richie Tozier - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (Male Reader)

Beverly Marsh - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Eddie Kaspbrack - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Stanley Uris - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Mike Hanlon - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ben Hanscom - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

The Haunting Of Hill House

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Young!Shirley Craine - Platonic, Sibling 

Young!Theo Craine - Platonic, Sibling

Young!Luke Craine - Platonic, Sibling

Young!Nell Craine - Platonic, Sibling

Steve Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Shirley Craine - Platonic, Sibling

Theo Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (Female Reader)

Luke Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Nell Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Hugh Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Child 

Olivia Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Child

The Good Place

Tahani - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Chidi - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Eleanor - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Jason - Platonic, Sibling  

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[bugheadspoby]

PRECIOUS.

(Bughead oneshot sneak peek)

“Wh-who are you” she let out a breath, shakily. She knew he was the same man who did this before but who was it? This question kept on spiraling in her mind.

Could it be someone taking advantage that she lives alone? Or some psychopath?

He licked his lips fervently looking at her. He liked- no loved the way her heart was racing right now. He could listen to those beats all his life. He gently pulled a strap of her camisole and shot it back with a smack against her delicate skin. She gasped at the new spark against her skin and her lips trembled while he was having the best time of his life watching her writh.

She tried to move, to break free but she once again met failure as the ties that held her wrists to the bedpost jerked her back and she whimpered.

Only if she could see right now. Only if she knew who he was. He smirked so big on her helplessness as he slowly straddled her. His lips shut tightly together as he caressed her lips gently with his thumb, stroking them.

“Please..what do you want?” she pleaded again, her voice was shaking slightly and her body was also quivering under his touch. “Who are you?” she asked again.

Silence.

He was enjoying the view in front of him in complete silence. A blindfolded, strapped up to bed Elizabeth Cooper wasn’t a sight everyone gets to witness. He was lucky so he decided to take advantage of the situation as much as he could. His precious was finally his possession. 

Before he could get on with pleasing himself and his beautiful stalker he wanted to find out where she kept her journal or rather HIS BODY COUNT draft.

He looked everywhere while she was tied up. 

The drawers had nothing in them but some stupid childhood photo albums where Alice Cooper had Betty stand in pastel pink skirts and forced her to pose with her family. 

B and V handmade bracelets and some gift cards. 

Makeup, his favorite scrunchies and some bralettes and panties. He noticed that she had a pair of everything, even the ones he stole had a twin. It was a rather pleasing sight for him.

He moved on to the wardrobe but found nothing again. Just the same grandma sweaters, skirts and jeans. He was about to close the attire when a black swirl of lingerie and a wig caught his attention. 

This girl is fierier than I imagined, he thought and smirked to himself.

Last time he checked it all but still couldn't find what he was looking for so he decided to try once again. He sighed in disappointment and raked his fingers in his hair as he trashed the study table too.

Where could she possibly hide her journal? Obviously, someplace where Alice Cooper wouldn't find it or look for.

She was a nosy bitch who even looked in Betty's trash bin to find something that she can give her a lecture on. Bathroom drawers had a sore full sight of orange bottles, wax stripes and packets of tampons.

Ugh, what the fuck? He sure was a creep but not someone who would go through girls tampons so he concluded that he won't find anything in here but irrelevant girl stuff.

What am I missing? He kept on asking himself. What place did he miss in that small, pink wallpapered room where Betty could hide her secrets or what must rather be called HIS SECRETS.

Under the comforter? Bingo!

He ran out again and found her sitting in the same position he left her in, still struggling to untie her wrists.

It was surely a delightful sight for a creep like him.

Just a little tap under the mattress as his hands brushed against the leather of the old, torn black journal she hid there and he smiled in victory.

All the rummaging in between panties and tampons paid him off well.

It was a poorly bound leather diary that spurred on the floor when he took it out from beneath the comforter. He couldn't wait to see what she's been writing about him and his murders.

Dear Diary,

Archie died today, I don't know what to think but I kinda feel sad for him.

Although he was not the very best person, he didn't deserve to die like this. I know Jughead is angry and he has the right to do what he's doing with Lodges and Andrews but I still feel like this was way too much.

He shouldn't have shot him in the head like that. It was a remorseful sight to see Archie cold, dead and gory but I love Juggie so I forgave him.

Looking through pages he counted the titles one by one.

Archie

Hermione

Mary

Hiram

Mad dog

Hal 

Alice 

He felt so sorry for all the crap the Coopers put Betty through since they brought her home. It was one of the many reasons he killed Hal and Alice. They didn't treat his girl right and he was so angry when he watched Betty cry and hurt herself because of her parents.

They deserved to die like that.

Dear Diary,

Police found Hiram’s dead body today. Veronica was crying so loud and my heart broke when I saw her. 

Hiram deserves hell and Juggie did the right thing but I can’t see V like this.

Sometimes I wonder if he’ll come for me too. My parents were a part of what happened to his family and he’s angry.

Diary, will I ever be able to tell him how much he means to me? Will I ever be able to tell him that I know who he is and what he did but I love him anyway?

He felt like his heart broke because of her sweet, innocent words and he was also surprised to feel that he had one, beating in his chest. 

The list continued as he went through pages but one name caught his attention and there was no description underneath the name.

Betty

Betty? Betty? Betty?

Why would she think I'll ever do that to her? He clenched his jaw, making a sore face.

He felt something unusual while he sighed, he realized she was shaking. She completely lost her composure and began to cry. Her sniffles were getting audible with every minute.

Deep down he felt so bad. As much as he like watching her cry, his lungs clenched inside his chest.

She was just an innocent girl who was too deeply in love with a creep.

"Oh Elizabeth" He whispered on her cold face, wiping away the tears that made there way out of the blindfold and onto her cheeks. "You fell in love with the wrong guy precious"

She gasped when she heard a familiar voice and jerked back a little with her mouth agape.

"F-For-Jug-?" Her voice was shaky as she sobbed into her words.

"You know me too well, huh?" He smiled grabbing her chin close to his face. "But you still hurt me so much"

"Are you here t-to kill me?" She asked and pressed her lips together to stop them from trembling.

What else would he want? She thought and shivered. She always wanted to be this close to him that she even fantasized him killing her, just like the others. Coldly.

He chuckled and his head fell back a little. He loved her too much to even have such a thought and she was too pure to be killed mercilessly.

She was too precious.

BUGHEAD ONE SHOT- COMING SOON TO Ao3

Entry in @riverdale-events #kinkweek

Theme: Paraphilias, BDSM, Murder Kink.

[random-imagines-blog]

House of Cards {Hermione Lodge x Dom!Female Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3792 Synopsis: You’re a Serpent with a dominant reputation, and she was just the girl that you had grown up with then departed from. What happens when she comes to your door? Notes: Light BDSM

Your trailer at Southside was better decorated than most of the others, because you took pride in what you called your home. Your door was painted a dark shade of red, your windows were always clean and you had a small garden that you managed to grow in the dry soil nearby. Your living room was filled with artwork that you had acquired through less than legal means, and your furniture was made of the finest leather and fabrics. It was small, but it was exactly to your tastes - but there was only one thing that seemed to stand out from the rest of the decor. It was a picture of you, as a young girl - probably around the age of fourteen, with your arm around another girl your age. Oh to be young again and be able to have friends without worrying about the Serpents trying to separate the two of you. You wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but even you - the black-hearted Serpent with a bad reputation - had a little place in your heart where Hermione Gomez - or Lodge as she was now - would live forever.

You didn’t always live in the trailer park - in fact, you grew up on the nicer side of Riverdale, where all the big homes were, the nice parks, the picture perfect families with their dark secrets. You could count them on your fingers, the Blossoms, the Smiths, the Coopers. If there was one family that put out the sunniest disposition though, and lied through their teeth, it was your own. Because of the money, the affluence and all - you grew up as a pretty happy child, though very deeply sheltered from the world. This lead to a lot of discovery later in your teens but you’ll get into that later on.

You had your friends handpicked by your parents since you were a toddler, but of course, you hadn’t known that at the time. All of the kids that you were exposed to were the children of your parents friends, and you stuck with them throughout elementary school and hardly branched out to the other kids. The person that you were closest with was the beautiful Hermione Gomez, who was already being groomed to be a trophy wife by the first grade. You two clicked instantly, and became the best of friends within a single play date. Her family became an extension of yours, your family became her second. She spent nights at your house - even on school nights when your parents weren’t too happy about the giggling that went on until midnight.

The years flew by until the two of you were fourteen and the picture had been taken at your birthday party. The theme had been Greek Mythology, and you were both wearing flowing white dresses with flowers in your hair. Except for one or two of your male classmates, the party was predominantly females, standing around your backyard eating the treats the chef had made, and enjoying the entertainment your parents had paid for. You had invited them over to a big slumber party, in which your parents graciously allowed you to use their bedroom, for their bed was a King size and could fit everyone comfortably. So you snuggled in beside Hermione, the two of you face to face in the middle, your backs to everyone else. Before you fell asleep, you felt a hand go onto your hip. Your eyes opened sleepily and you saw Hermione staring at you, holding you. You gave her your first kiss that night. You got your first rush of naughtiness at it being in bed beside a bunch of unsuspecting girls - and that your first kiss was with a girl rather than some nice boy like your parents would have wanted.

You and Hermione grew closer through that encounter. Hermione now held your hand as you walked through the halls of the school, and spent lunch hour together, sitting under the bleachers and fed each other pieces of fruit like you were royalty in an old painting. It was the best couple months of your life - but of course, everything would soon fall apart.

An awakening was in store for you, and a very rude one at that. Hermione and yourself had gotten a lot of attention because of how close the two of you were getting, and rumors had started to circle that even your parents had heard about. You had been sat down in the fancy parlor of your home, and told sternly by your mother and father that you were not to spend time with Hermione outside of school anymore. Your heart had broken, and that’s when you realized that your parents didn’t always have your best interests at heart - they only cared about their reputation, and raising someone who is a potential lesbian didn’t fit in with their agenda. Plus, on top of that, they wanted you to marry rich, they’d made that perfectly clear. It was then that you had started to rebel. It was then that your life started to change.

“Okay, now what the hell are you doing?” FP Jones asked when he caught you walking around the South Side late one night. The fact that your parents had called Hermione’s and forbid her from sneaking out to be with you after school hours had hurt you so much, you went for a walk without realizing the destination. Your instincts had guided you on where to turn, not your rationality. Why you ended up here though - you weren’t sure.

You shrugged and kept walking, and didn’t care that the teenage boy in the Serpents jacket was following you. There was enough room on the sidewalk for the both of you. “You don’t have to follow me, I’m not going to cause any shit for you.” F.P. eyed you after you said that though he kept silent. But he did keep following you until you saw a shitty looking bar up ahead - it seemed the type that wouldn’t care if there was a minor in it.

After that first initial walk with F.P. and a coke at a place called The Whyte Worm, your whole demeanor changed. You still looked longingly at Hermione during class, but she hardly looked back at you. You noticed that she started spending a lot of time with a boy named Andrews, to your dismay, and so you left her alone and tried to get on with your life. You created new friends too, with the boys on the South Side - and a couple of the girls, but you wouldn’t exactly call it a normal friendship. When your parents found out, they attempted to send you off to boarding school, but your new rebellious ways and proud homosexuality put a quick end to that. You became the disgrace of the family, and as soon as you graduated from Riverdale High, you moved into the Trailer Park and set up your life as a Serpent. You wanted to be nothing like your parents, and that was what you had accomplished.

And one day, she left her fancy penthouse, and came to the trailer park in her four inch heels and designer coat during a blustery Winter day. The look on your face when the door swung open shocked her more than a little bit. For when she thought of you, she still imagine the carefree, lovely and light you that you had been as a teenager rather than this Serpent.

“The Hermione Lodge, coming to my trailer? Despite the fact that your husband is trying to destroy our lives, you show up here?” The snort that came out of you accurately showed your feelings, though you did not let any surprise go across your features. The wind started to blow into your trailer, and brought about a cold feeling to your exposed skin. You could close the door in her face, but instead, your former adoration won out and you beckoned her to come in. You closed the door behind her, then stood in front of the photograph of the two of you that you had been looking at earlier. You had your back to it, and subtly bumped against the table it was set upon, knocking it over.

“Your trailer is ... nice,” Hermione complimented. It was obvious that she was expecting something trashy, considering where you lived, which made you roll your eyes.

“Both a TV and a toilet, aren’t I a lucky gal?” You asked, and sat down on the couch, not letting it show that you were in anyway uncomfortable. “In the neighborhood, decided to stop by, I’m guessing?”

“He’s in prison, in case you were wondering,” Hermione said, sitting opposite you on an armchair, one leg on top of the other to show off her long tanned calves.

You pointed towards the TV that you had mentioned only a few seconds ago. “It works, like I said. Or did you think that this place is so rundown that cable doesn’t run through here?” You couldn’t help but be hostile - it was the Serpent way to act out towards outsiders. Hermione counted for one, and she knew it too - she kept staring at her heeled shoes that had gotten a bit of dirt of them from outside. The fact that it was Hermione though - it made you let out a deep breath and rub your temples with your green-painted fingernails. “Expecting you would have been better than a surprise, ‘Mione. What are you doing here, of all places? This isn’t ... you.”

“All of this stuff that’s been happening ... has been hard.” Sure, you could understand Hermione’s point of view on that, but it didn’t seem like an answer. It was hard not to ask her to keep going, but you stayed silent and let her go on in her own time. “So I’ve been working hard, not leaving the penthouse much... I was feeling cooped up.”

“You came here for what ... a distraction?” Hermione seemed not to have thought this all the way through, but she nodded and eased herself back into the chair, making herself comfortable on the IKEA chair, as she no doubt had done in the past on chairs worth ten times as much. Both of you stared at one another, and you slowly started to caress the back of her hand. Usually you weren’t so gentle with women who came through that door. But Hermione wasn’t like any other woman.

“It seems I might have been thinking about the past a lot lately. It has been happening a lot, actually. No matter what goes on in my day, I fall asleep and I think of you, y/n.” On his note, Hermione turned her hand around to hold onto yours. You allowed her to do so, but didn’t squeeze back. Both of you let the silence fill the room again.

“Hermione, I am not the same naive teenager who didn’t know herself.” You said, pulling your hand back slowly from hers. “Just like you’re not the same either, clearly.” It was obvious that Hermione had changed, and she cared now about appearances more than ever. There used to be a time when the both of you would have no problem going out into the world with natural, clean faces and clothes that weren’t the most in style but you liked anyway. So maybe you still had a lot in common, even with these changes.

The look in her eyes changed, and her head tilted to the side, so she wasn’t exactly looking at you anymore. You looked in the direction that she had been staring at, and it was right into your bedroom, where some of your ... tools were on display, so to speak. You didn’t blush, or hesitate, just motioned towards the open door. “As you can see, my preference hasn’t changed but my way of doing things has. So have a look, if you like.”

But you hadn’t been anticipating that Hermione would actually take you up on that invitation. Thirty seconds later, she was off of the chair and pushing open the door to your bedroom, or what you would call your playroom. “But - how?” Hermione wondered, seeing just how much you really had changed from the gentle girl she knew. “Oh - what are these?”

You saw that she was reaching for something on your wall - a paddle, that was heart shaped. It was one of your favorites because it had a few holes drilled into the leather to ensure that there wouldn’t be wind resistance. You grabbed a riding crop out of the umbrella stand that only held such instruments, and gave Hermione a quick whack across her knuckles, showing her who is in charge here. As soon as she felt the sting, she flinched and her hand returned to her side. “You don’t get to touch, they’re my tools.”

Suddenly, defiantly, Hermione took hold of the other end of the crop. “Hey,” She said softly, while you raised an eyebrow at brashness. “You use these on women? Y/n...” Your name came out of her lips with condescension.

“Your husband never used one of these on you?” You countered. “You know, women come to me all of the time for a distraction from their problems, to get treated well by someone for once, to relieve some stress. It isn’t about the pain - and you know nothing about it, so you have no right to judge. Unless of course - you want to learn?” You asked, not being able to stop yourself from asking her. “I doubt that’s why you came here exactly, but - I don’t know what else I’m supposed to offer. Go out for a coffee? That’s not us, a serpent and ... and a Lodge.”

“I admit that I am a bit curious... I never stopped thinking about you.” Hermione admitted. You showed no emotion - that was the key to making this dynamic work. Staying in character. “Though I never thought that you would...”

“Become a Serpent? You can blame my parents for that. If they hadn’t tried to be so controlling, I wouldn’t have rebelled this hard. But it’s nice here. I’m treated with respect here, I’m valued. They don’t order me around, not even on .. jobs.” You couldn’t go further into the details, it was private Serpent Business. “You’re the one who moved on quickly though. Not even a week after we were forced to stop our relationship, you had moved on to Fred Andrews.”

“I know,” Hermione said, and was going to stop more but you stopped her by tugging the crop out of her hand.

“This isn’t a place for explanations or apologies. I’m not expecting one, I forgave you and got over it a long time ago.” You said, in a more gentle tone. “I don’t think you’re as surprised about all of this as you’re pretending. I know I have a bit of a reputation. No playing around, please.”

Hermione composed herself in front of you, straightening her back, looking you straight in the eyes in the dark room. “I ... consent. I always have.”

That was a good enough start, as you would say. Consent and trust were the two most important parts of this arrangement.

“Always?” You questioned. Hermione nodded, and slowly, she sunk down to her knees on the soft rug that took over the majority of your room, covering the uncomfortable hardwood floors - although you could always kick them to the side if you wanted to be harsh.

“It has been on my mind forever.” She admitted. You raised an eyebrow, and put the riding crop back into it’s former position without looking. You caressed Hermione’s face, resting your thumb on the middle of her chin. It was a bit difficult for you to bend over, back entirely straight, and kiss her lips, but you managed. Your mind raced with the memories of the first time that you had done that, back in your teenage bedroom. So her taste has changed - that Hiram Lodge had bittered her up. Especially with the way that she gave you such easy submission - that had been instilled in her and not in a loving way.

It didn’t take long for her to be on the bed, her back arched as you gave her permission to feel the pleasure rather than the pain and stress that she had been holding onto for so long. Hermione melted under your touch, having yearned for it for decades now. Hiram was the last thing on her mind, nor was Fred Andrews whom she had recently met with recently - only you. “Can you free me?” Hermione asked, biting on her bottom lip as you rubbed the cooling candle wax on her chest, keeping it from drying completely with your body warmth. She was revelling in the warm sensation, but even more because it was you.

“It won’t be easy to get you out, but yes.” You murmured to her, restricting her movement by tying her wrists with silk rope to the bedpost, which was already bolted to the wall to avoid banging. Honestly, you weren’t sure if it was possible but damn, you were going to try. Until the day that you died, you would consider Hermione to be yours, just like this, just as it should have been from the beginning.

Tuesdays became the night when  Hermione would venture from The Pembroke to your house in an unmarked car, telling Veronica nothing of her whereabouts. You were her little secret, and you allowed her to keep it that way. You knew that making it public would put a target on your back by Mr. Lodge, which you could not risk just yet. It had become your favorite day of the week, because it wasn’t just about the amazing sex that the two of you had, locked away in your bedroom. This relationship wasn’t built just on that, but on Hermione needing someone else to control her for a little while, advise her on what to do.

Because of Hermione sneaking away, you did have to worry about Veronica Lodge catching on. You didn’ have to worry for long - there was enough going on in Riverdale to keep the teenage girl occupied.

Well into the evening, while you and Hermione were eating the dinner that she prepared for you in your small trailer kitchen, she dropped the unfortunate news. Hiram Lodge was getting out of prison, and expected his family to be there for him, and to support him. “He really has some nerve,” You said, downing the glass of wine in one motion. “His family? Poor Hiram, he probably doesn’t even know that his wife is with someone better.”

“It wouldn’t be good to tell that to him...” Hermione said, nervously. The thought of Veronica and how this would affect her was obviously heavy on her mind. You couldn’t blame her for that. “Sleeping with you, he might forgive but knowing how I feel...”

Hermione wasn’t one to open up about her affections, so that was a bit deal to you. She nervously sipped at her wine, her hand slightly trembling, the red liquid missing her mouth and splashing up against her lips. “Hermione, how do you feel?” You asked her, setting down your knife and fork.

“You tell me.” Hermione challenged you, knowing full well that you knew the answer. Her face was pale, but started to flush. After that challenge, you stared her down, seeing just how nervous she was, and tried to pick up on her small actions to gather what she wanted to hear.

“The truth? Hermione, I think that re-connecting this last while had been really good for you.” She closed her eyes to listen to your words. “Hiram hasn’t been around to be ... well, an asshole. Veronica has been doing her own thing so you’ve had some time to yourself, and you chose to spend that with me. You’ve been smiling, I’ve noticed and other people around the town of noticed, I’ve heard things. You look so forward to coming over that you usually arrive early and wait in your car until the moment that I told you to be here, which is adorable by the way.” When she heard that, Hermione dropped her head and let her dark hair fall across her face, very much like a teenage girl. “It has been, I’m hoping, the sort of reunion that you had hoped would happen - but better. Now you’re nervous that it’s going to come to an end, that we’re going to drift away like we had before.”

You leaned in close, giving Hermione a good view of the cleavage that your wonderful bra was showcasing. “It won’t, by the way. You are too good to give up again, Hermione. The whole husband thing changes nothing. That you love me, and yes, I know you do - I feel the same way - is stronger than a marriage certificate any day.”

That meant a lot for you to say, and Hermione knew it, for she tossed her hair out of her face, and smiled. You noticed she looked like the fresh faced teenager that you knew and adored back in the day. “You should know.” She said, trying to maintain her composure, though it did usually seem to break down around you. You brought out the real person that was inside, not the Stepford wife. But you didn’t mind either side to her personality - they were both her. “Y/n... don’t let me fall back into his traps, no matter what he says.”

“He’s going to have to come here and tear you out of your bondages, which I would never allow.” A determination jumped into your voice at the very thought. Your friends, the fellow Serpents, wouldn’t allow that to happen either. You wouldn’t let his stupid expensive shoes touch the trailer park. “You’re mine. You’ve given me your trust, your respect and your heart - I’m not afraid to use my whip non-consensual on him if I had to.” You said, giving Hermione a smirk. “Now finish your dinner, my love, you need to keep your strength up for the night ahead.”

[youcancallmeelle]

Coming soon to AO3...

A SweetVee smutty oneshot.

Rated: Explicit

• Sweet Pea is hired by Hiram and Hermione Lodge during the height of the Black Hood’s reign of terror to protect their precious daughter, Veronica. 

• If there’s one thing Veronica hates more than anything in life, it’s being told what to do and she’s prepared to challenge Sweet Pea. 

• Temperatures rise and obviously, clothes come off. Temptation, seduction and utter filth ensues between the two. 

[peterparkyourassonme]

what do I write and about who?

- SHIPS are done for all shows/movies/bands with their full cast/crew that are featured on this list. ONESHOTS, HEADCANONS and PERSONALIZED THINGS are only done for the people/characters that are listed.

- characters /people with ! behind their name are my favorites to write for. 

- I only write character/person x reader not x another character/person. 

- so I do ships, headcanons, series, mostly one shots and sometimes personalized things, but that’s either for a celebration or for a friend. 

- if you want to request, don’t be shy! and be patient. I will get to your request.

here’s a link to what i’ve done before, there you can see what my writing style is.  

DISCLAIMER; ya girl isn’t gonna write anything she’s uncomfortable with. If you miss a character on the list it’s probably because I don’t care for them that much and will never get the inspiration to write for them. 

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IRL

actors; benedict cumberbatch, chris evans!, chris pratt!, joe keery, robbie kay, robert downey jr, sebastian stan, tom holland!

artists; all members of 5SOS, brendon urie, charlie puth, harry styles, niall horan, shawn mendes

friends/fam; harry and sam holland!, harrison osterfield!

ships are also done for all members of 1D, 5SOS, the holland brothers [including haz]

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FICTIONAL

american horror story; all evan peters’s characters [season 1 through 5]

bbc sherlock; jim moriarty!, john watson!, sherlock holmes!

brooklyn nine nine; jake peralta

freaks and geeks

friends; chandler bing!, joey tribbiani!, mike hanigan, monica geller, phoebe buffay, rachel green, ross geller

glee; blaine anderson, jesse st. james!, rachel berry, sam evans, santana lopez

harry potter; draco malfoy!, harry potter, hermione granger, neville longbottom, ron weasley, the weasley twins!

heathers; jason dean! , veronica sawyer, ram sweeney

how I met your mother; barney stinson, robin scherbatsky, ted mosby

jurassic world; owen grady

marvel cinematic universe; bucky barnes, gamora, liz allen, loki, michelle jones, natasha romanoff, peter parker!, peter quill!!!!, stephen strange, steve rogers!!, thor, tony stark!

once upon a time; henry mills, killian jones, peter pan!

parks and recreation; andy dwyer, april ludgate

pretty little liars

riverdale; archie andrews, betty cooper, cheryl blossom, f.p jones, jason blossom, jughead jones, reggie mantle, veronica lodge

stranger things; dustin henderson, eleven, jim hopper, jonathan byers!, lucas sinclair, max mayfield, mike wheeler, nancy wheerler, steve harrington! 

supernatural; dean and sam winchester

that 70s show

the big bang theory

the greatest showman; anne wheeler, philip carlyle

titanic; jack dawson

13 reasons why

[ourhappylies]

Neighbours - Hermione Lodge (Riverdale)

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous Word Count: 1,112 Admin Cherry’s Ko-Fi ❤️💕

The elevator dinged as it arrived on my floor. I slowly stepped out of the confined space and shuffled towards my apartment. I could feel the aching pain stretch up my tired legs from my cramping feet. The familiar pain caused me to tiredly limp towards my front door.

The 14-hour shift I’d just completed at Riverdale General Hospital and it was not kind to my now aching body. I was still adjusting to the conditions doctors have to work in, especially on busy evenings. I’d only been working there for almost two weeks, the same length of time I’d been living in Riverdale. 

I dropped my backpack at my feet as I drowsily tried to unlock my door, somehow missing the keyhole three consecutive times. The young girl who had been in the elevator with me stumbled and fell against the wall. I turned towards her as she hit the ground, the contents of her handbag dropping out of her purse and rolling across the ground. 

“Miss? Are you alright? Can you hear me?” I dropped to the ground next to the girl, quickly looking over her to check if she’d broken anything in her fall. The raven-haired girl mumbled incoherently, her eyelids fluttered slightly as she tried to look around, confusion written on her features. Her previously golden-brown skin had paled significantly and become feverish. 

I quickly check her pulse, looking for any irregularities. “Miss, can you tell me your name?” 

“Ve-Veronica,” the girl mumbled quietly. 

“Okay, Miss Veronica, I’m going to help you up and to your apartment. Is it apartment 305 that you live in?” Veronica nodded her head lightly. 

I slowly pulled the girl up to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist and her arm around my neck to support her. Her head lolled to the side lightly as I pulled her body to my side. After slowly shuffling towards her apartment, I knock loudly, hoping to get the attention of Veronica's parents. 

A beautiful latina woman opened the door. The women had sun-kissed skin, warm brown eyes, full lips, and long, impressive black hair. She wore a stylish dress that could be considered formal wear and was obviously very expensive. Overall, she was incredibly attractive. But her expression quickly turned to one of shock and alarm as she took in the scene in front of her. 

“Hi, my names Y/N L/N, I’m a doctor. Your daughter just fainted in the hallway.”

It had been a few weeks since I’d helped out Veronica. During the last few weeks, I’d found myself drawn to Hermione Lodge. She was an intriguing and lovely woman. During the numerous encounters, Hermione and I had interesting and lengthy conversations that allowed us to learn a fair amount about each other. She told me about her husband going to prison and relocating to her hometown, and I told her about why I became a doctor, especially one at Riverdale General Hospital.

We got closer and closer through the weeks. It took everything in me to not pull Hermione into a passionately kiss and ask her on a date. But I knew she was still married to her husband, even if he was incarcerated I couldn’t let myself become a home-wrecker... could I? 

A loud knock at the door resonated through the apartment, startling me from where I stood in the kitchen. Shards of a smashed glass were littered across the floor. “Dammit” I mumble to myself quietly as I look around at the mess. I tiptoe barefoot around the glass, trying to avoid accidentally being stabbed by the glass. 

Behind the front door stood Hermione Lodge, wearing a coy smile and another luxurious outfit. I smiled brightly, excited to see her again. She followed me to the kitchen where I started to make us a hot drink, avoiding standing in the glass again.

A chuckle was elicited from Hermione's lips as she took in the state of the floor. “Glass goes everywhere when it gets smashed. Something I learned from my time at Pops.” She grabbed the broom from beside the fridge and started to sweep as I grabbed mugs from the cupboard next to me.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that, I can clean it up later.”

“No, no, I insist. This way, it’s one less thing you have to worry about and the sooner it’s done the sooner we can talk. I have something I need to discuss with you.” 

We both sat on the couch, drinks in hand. Hermione had gone silent as we’d sat on the couch, her eyes darted around the room as she took in the appearance of my apartment, eyeing up the clearly very old furniture that I’d bought from thrift shops. 

I cleared my throat, gaining Hermione's attention again. Her chocolate-brown eyes scanned my features. “You said you had something to discuss with me?”

“Ah, yes.” Hermione placed her mug on the coffee table before turning to me. “Well, I was talking to Veronica yesterday about something I’ve had on my mind recently, I disclosed to her everything that I have been feeling... since I met you. She has encouraged me to try and give the thing I’ve been unsure about a shot.” 

Her hand intertwined with my own, her thumbs softly caressing the top of my hands. A hopeful glimmer shone in her eyes. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” 

My eyes widened in surprise, an ecstatic smile tugged at my lips. “Of course! I’d love that.” Hermione grinned in relief, it felt as if a weight on her shoulders, and on her heart, had finally been lifted. 

Hermione leaned forward, capturing my lips in a blissful kiss. Her soft lips felt breathtaking against my own. Her teeth nibbled on my bottom lip softly before sliding her tongue against mine. The sweet taste of her and the sensation of her lips against mine made me weak at the knees. A soft moan escaped her as I slid my hands into her long hair, pulling her closer and tugging slightly. 

She pulled away, a flirtatious smile adorning her features. Both of us were panting for air while still relishing in the moment. She pressed a quick peck on my lips before telling me the time she’d pick me up for the date on Friday.

Hermione stepped out of my apartment, the door clicking shut behind her. A joyful giggle erupted from me as I threw myself back on the couch, replaying the kiss in my head over and over again. Happiness surged through me, I couldn’t wait for Friday night.