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And it’s not subtle at all.
Taystee is a math prodigy in addition to being well-read, Poussey is multilingual, Cindy just knows shit, Suzanne studies Shakespeare, Watson was a good student in addition to being a track star, Vee is basically an evil genius. Piper often learns the most from them; they taught her how to fight and helped translate Pennsatucky’s biblical threat.
The show flat out acknowledges the (academic) intelligence of the black inmates time and time again, but the audience collectively ignores it.
lol just Hermione smut, thigh riding and dom!Hermione
not proofread, written at three am
This wasn’t what you had in mind when Hermione invited you to study with her in her dorm.
You thought your girlfriend was just saying that in front of Ron and Harry so they wouldn’t catch onto what you were really going to do. You came to hermione’s dorm with no panties under your skirt, ready to be fucked senseless.
but there Hermione was, sitting at her desk with her textbook open.
“Hey Mione,” you said eagerly, hopping on top of her desk and closing her text book.
“Y/n, what are you doing,” Hermione said confusingly, opening her textbook back up, “I told you we were going to study, why didn’t you bring any of your books?”
“Very funny Mione, but we both know what you meant when you said “study”,” you laughed but Hermione was serious.
She cocked her eyebrow at you, “you thought I invited you here to have sex?”
“You didn’t?”
“No, y/n. As much as I would like to throw you onto that bed, I have a potions test tomorrow that I cannot fail.”
“But- Mione please, just one round. I’m so horny and I’ve missed you so much,” you whined, you could feel the wetness pooling in your core.
“You’re such a slut,” Hermione pulled you off the desk and onto her lap, her eyes widened when she felt your uncovered heat on her thigh, smirking she said, “my little whore didn’t even wear panties. Your so fucking desperate to be fucked, slut.”
“I know Mione, I’m a slut and I just want to be fucked”
“you can get off on my thigh while you wait for me to finish studying, ok?”
“mhm” you pressed into Hermione’s thigh, a moan escaping your lips as you began to rock your hips back and forth. Hermione smirked and shifted so she could continue reading.
you sped up your pace, digging your fingers into hermione’s shoulders to keep yourself steady. You let out a loud moan and Hermione shushed you, “I won’t be able to focus when your so loud darling.”
you bit your lip and tried your best to stifle your moans but it was getting harder as you rubbed your sensitive cunt on her leg. god you were such a slut. the feeling of your pussy flush against her skin drove you absolutely mad
Hermione wasn’t even reading her book anymore, she was too busy watching how riled up you were. You didn’t even notice Hermione grabbing onto your thighs, helping you to your high. Hermione’s lips trailed down your neck and you tangled your fingers in her hair.
“Mione I’m so close,” you yelped. Hermione pushed her leg into you, to help you reach your peak. It worked and soon you came all over Hermione’s thigh. You collapsed into her, riding out your high as Hermione ran her fingers through your hair.
“It’s ok baby, I got you. You did so good,” Hermione whispered into your ear. Hermione knew she wouldn’t be able to study tonight, watching you fuck yourself on her thigh had gotten her so worked up. Hermione picked you up and threw you onto the bed.
“I think we’ve both earned a little treat, don’t you think?” She giggled, climbing on top of you.
Unlikely (Pansy Parkinson x reader x Hermione Granger)
Warnings: smut and swearing
Summary/ request: Can I request a Pansy Parkinson x Reader x Hermione Granger smut pls:)
It’s been years since you were at Hogwarts, you didn’t go back to Graduate because you got offered a good job at the ministry. You still stay in touch with some of your friends from Hogwarts.
Pansy Parkinson was your only friend from Slytherin, despite everyone else’s opinions on her she was a great friend, she gave you the best advice and she would do anything for you. You hooked up a few times throughout your time at Hogwarts but it meant nothing to either of you. Hermione Granger, she was amazing, you dated for a few months in fifth year. She is insanely beautiful, so out of your league, she was obsessed with you but she didn’t like your friendship with Pansy which caused the end of the relationship. You’re both still great friends though.
You haven’t spoken to either of them in a while and you miss them both so you decided to invite them both over. Neither of them know each other is coming but that’s your plan, they can make up now.
Pansy is first to arrive after getting your letter. “Y/n!” She gives you a hug “Hi Pans, I’m so happy you came” “Of course.” She looks the same, still got her dark bangs and short bob. Her skin is always pale and freezing cold, after you would hook up in her dorm she would cuddle with you completely naked so your body heat would warm her up.
You show her around your new house “You have done very well for yourself, darling” “Are you serious have you seen your house?” “I inherited all that money, you worked for this.”
Hermione knocks on the door “Who is that?” Pansy asks as you walk to the door “Someone” you open the door to Hermione and she immediately pulls you into a hug “Hi Mione!” You chuckle. “Why is she here?” Pansy speaks up, her arms are crossed and brows furrowed. Hermione lets go of you “I could ask you the same” “It’s been five years, it’s time to let things go, you’re my best friends.” “She tried to steal you when we were dating” Hermione says “I did not! I would never do that to Y/n, we only started hooking up after you dated” “Alright lets sit down and talk about this.”
You get some champagne to ease your nerves and try to calm them down. It was a lot of talking but it was all sorted out after a couple hours. “So uh, do you want to stay?” “Of course!” “Id love to” “Good because we have a lot to catch up on tonight.”
“I’m going to get some food so we don’t end up a drunk mess” you get up and go to the kitchen while Hermione and Pansy talk.
“I’m sorry for being an asshole to you and your friends, I was kind of jealous of you” Pansy says “It’s okay, I don’t know why you would be jealous.” “You got to be open about your sexuality, date Y/n, all the attention was on you” Pansy’s eyes flutter from looking at Hermione’s lips to her eyes. “I would’ve been happy to give you a chance if you were nice enough, you’re gorgeous.” Pansy smashes her lips against Hermione’s, neither of them hold back on the kiss.
You walk in and place down the food watching them suck each other’s lips off, you chuckle and they stop snogging. “You two are clearly past everything” Hermione bites her lip “It’s okay, don’t let me interrupt, I’ll go get some more food” “Shut up, get over here” Pansy demands.
You sit between them Pansy quickly kisses your lips while Hermione kisses your neck leaving hickeys. Pansy’s hand creeps down your leg and up your skirt, slowly moving up your thigh. As her hand gets higher the more fidgety you get, the anticipation could just about kill you. Pansy’s finger rubs your clit over your wet underwear, she pulls away from the kiss “So wet” she says “Pansy” you beg “Yes darling?” “Pansy!” You say with a hint more desperation in your voice “Mmmm, I’m here darling” “I need you to make me feel good” “Good girl.”
Pansy lifts your skirt up revealing your underwear. Hermione lifts your top up and throws it on the ground. “Your tits are still so pretty” Hermione smirks and continues to leave hickeys on your chest.
You unzip Hermione’s jeans and put your hand into her underwear, you play with her clit with one hand while the other goes under Pansy’s dress and into her underwear. All three of you were a mess.
“I think we should go to your room” Hermione says “Good idea” Pansy agrees, the three of you go upstairs to your room. Hermione puts her arm around you while Pansy grabs your ass under your skirt.
You get up to your room, Pansy pulls your skirt down along with your underwear while Hermione pulls off her jeans. You and Pansy help her out. You crouch down and pull her underwear down while Pansy pulls off her knitted jumper and shirt. Pansy unclips her bra and sucks on her nipple.
You move to the back of Pansy and unzip her dress, letting it fall to the ground “Oh my Godric Gryffindor, Pansy has nipple piercings!” Hermione exclaims, Pansy smirks when you check them out. “Fucks sake Pansy, did you have to make yourself so fuckable?” “Yes I did.”
I get on the bed and the two girls follow “Lay down” Pansy pushes your back onto the bed. Hermione spreads your legs and the two girls kiss your thighs. They use both their tongues to eat you out, you grip the bedsheets and let out loud desperate moans. Hermione fingers you while Pansy sucks on your clit with such passion.
“Ah. Ah! Fuck I’m going to cum!” You yell grinding yourself on Pansy’s mouth and Hermione’s fingers. You feel yourself release, it was an intense orgasm that left you shaking and out of breath. “Well done Mione” Pansy pinches her nipples and kisses her lips. Hermione lays on top of Pansy and they make out while grinding on each other, turning into tribbing.
Pansy speeds up on Hermione’s cunt leaving them both screaming out in pleasure, you play with your nipples watching them orgasm on each others cunts. They lay beside you once they reach their highs.
“That was so good” Hermione pants “Can we go again in the morning?” Pansy asks “Definitely, while we wait for tomorrow, cuddle me” you exclaim.
The three of you cuddle up together and fall asleep waiting for the morning to come to do it all over again.
this is unfinished. i wrote it three weeks ago and i don’t have the motivation to finish it. but i thought i’d post it anyways
Everyone assumed that Luna Lovegood was a quiet, passive, push-over; but you of all people knew that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
In private, well... Luna was demanding and dominant.
You hadn’t seen her in two months, though it felt like much longer. You satiated your desires by sending each other lewd photographs and letters but it wasn’t enough. You yearned for her touch, her soft skin pressed flush against yours.
You pushed your way through the short first years, trying to find Luna. Just when you were beginning to lose hope you felt a grip on your arm pulling you into a compartment.
You automatically knew it was Luna when she crashed her lips onto yours, desperate to make up for lost time. You pulled her closer, making sure to shut the door behind you but before you could lock it Luna had sat you down and climbed onto your lap.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Luna breathed out in between kisses, her hands wandered down to the buttons of your shirt but you pulled away.
“Luna, aren’t you worried that someone’s going to walk in or hear us?”
“I know, isn’t it exciting?” Luna got off on the thought of possibly getting caught, what’s the fun if there isn’t a bit of risk?
You thought about it for a moment but before you could say anything you yelped from Luna’s hot tongue sucking on your right tit.
“shh baby, if you want me to continue you I need you to be quiet for me,” Luna muttered in your ear and then starting her work on your neck.
As she sucked on your sensitive skin you knew she’d be leaving visible marks that you wouldn’t be able to cover. But you knew Luna was doing that on purpose, she liked everyone knowing you were hers and only hers. You felt a wetness pooling in your panties and you rubbed your thighs together in a feeble attempt to create some friction.
Luna forced your legs open, palming your core through your panties, “I’m going to need you to be patient for me, baby girl. After all it’s been two months, you can wait a bit longer can’t you?”
You nodded desperately, eyes rolling back as Luna went back you sucking on your tit.
“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” Luna worshiped you like a goddess, she slipped her long fingers into your panties and started playing with your clit, “and so wet for me too.”
You looked at the blonde on your lap and gave her a shaky smile, “only for you, my dear. I’ve missed you so much, I could only do so much by myself.”
“don’t worry, I’ll make sure to make up for every second we were apart,” as much as Luna wanted to tease you and make you writhe, she knew that the train would be arriving soon.
Luna hopped off your lap and got onto her knees. she hooked her finger on your panties, pulling them down slowly as you looked down expectantly.
I know she’s right next to me, but I want to touch myself so badly. I want to fuck myself so good that I can’t help but moan aloud, and she wakes when she hears me. I want her to roll over and watch me while I shove my strap deep inside my throbbing, wet pussy. I want her to grab me by my throat and when I pause at her touch she tells me to keep going until I’m almost there. I want her to take the strap from me, put it on and push it so deep inside me that I emit a low, deep, guttural groan as I attempt to move away from the slight pain only for her to hold me in place by my hips. Then I want her to tell me I’m a good girl as she locks my legs over her shoulders and pounds me so deep, so hard, and so fast that all I can do is cry out in pain and pleasure until all I feel is ecstasy as I come.
But that’s just what I want. And she’s just a friend.
I've been thinking about butches, femmes, and fem daddies, and thinking also about how more often we see the butch as Daddy.
But what if Daddy was the femme. And she loved flowy summer dresses and sandals and painted her toe nails soft colors, pastel hues of pinks, blues, purples. And she wore high heels sometimes just so her handsome little butch had to look up at her, so she could take two fingers and lift her butch's chin with a "look at Daddy."
What if she had her handsome little butch wear a belt because she didn't and she knew the reminder to behave needed to be there at all times. When her butch misbehaved, got a little too sassy or bratty or just when Daddy thought there needed to be a reminder about to whom she belongs, she'd step close, keep eye contact as she slowly slid the belt from her little handsome butch's loops.
I bet she'd tug on it, as warning, to remind her butch that it's there, to behave. To be the good girl Daddy knows she can be.
And sure. People will mix them up. They'll make assumptions, but Daddy doesn't care. She'll just smile at her handsome little butch. Because they know. And that's all that matters.
