#this is straight up FILTH

[labellefleur-sauvage]

DILF Daydreamin'

Lucien would be a great dad, Elain thought suddenly. The image of him holding and caring for their eventual children came completely unbidden to her mind, like a metaphorical bell that wouldn’t stop ringing in her ears. He’d be so sweet and supportive and fun-

Woah, settle down girl, Elain thought. You’ve only been dating him for a few months. One afternoon babysitting your nephew isn’t enough proof that Lucien would be a good dad, if he even wants that.

Elain discovers she likes the idea of making Lucien a DILF. Elain also discovers that Lucien likes the idea of Elain making him a DILF.

For @elucienweekofficial 2023 Day 7: This smut! I have no excuses. The title gives you everything you need to know (full tags are on the AO3 link), so don't say I didn't warn ya. Thank you for the event organizers for making Elucien Week 2023 so much fun!

Rating: Very Explicit

Words: 4K

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“God, Elain, you’re a lifesaver.”

Elain Archeron stood in the foyer of her sister and brother in law’s once pristine house, a slight grimace on her face. She understood why Feyre had called her the evening before, sounding exhausted and trying to sound desperately like she wasn’t begging Elain to babysit her nephew so she and Rhys could have a few hours of blissful silence to clean and sleep. Feyre stood in front of her now, looking just as weary as she sounded. 

“He’s a precocious boy, isn't he?” Elain hummed as she surveyed the damage around her. A brown blob she prayed was chocolate was splattered on the tile floors, paint scribbles decorated the white walls, small Lego bricks formed a veritable minefield in the hallway all the way to the kitchen, and other random toys—plastic cars, a stuffed bat, picture books—littered any open space on the floors and furniture around her.

“Geez,” a deep voice said behind Elain. “For a little guy, he sure can cause a lot of destruction, huh?”

Elain tilted her head and smiled softly as her boyfriend Lucien stood behind her and looked over Nyx’s path of destruction. They were still in the honeymoon phase of their new relationship, and Elain had been worried when she called him last night to cancel the picnic in the park they had planned for the next day.

“We can just bring him with us,” Lucien responded easily. “He can’t be that difficult to manage. He’ll wear himself out, I’m sure.”

Now Elain wondered if perhaps Lucien may have underestimated the task ahead of them.

“He got into my painting supplies,” Feyre said, watching Lucien’s eyes settle on the walls. “He was so excited to show me his little masterpiece this morning.”

Elain grinned. “Maybe you have another painter on your hands.”

“More like another agent of chaos, like his father,” Feyre said conspiratorially. “Come on,” she motioned, waving Elain and Lucien into her house, “we have everything in the kitchen. We already have everything packed—don’t worry, that’s just chocolate—including food, toys, extra clothes, all that. He has a little bit of eczema on his arms, so we can only use this special sunscreen on him—it’s in the bag. Oh, and he still doesn’t quite understand that not every puppy is friendly, so if you see any dogs around, keep an eye on him so he doesn’t run and try to make a new friend. Here he is!”

They entered the kitchen to see Rhys strapping Nyx into his car seat. Her brother in law’s normally perfectly styled hair was disheveled and greasy looking. His white shirt had no less than four distinct, suspicious stains, and his gray sweatpants were ripped in several places. He had the same tired, wan complexion as his wife, though his face brightened like Feyre’s did when she saw Elain and Lucien.

“Our saviors!” Rhys grinned. “I’ve already told Nyx that he’s going to the park today and he has to be on his best behavior, so I hope that’s still the plan,” he said, looking nervously between Elain and Lucien. 

“It is,” Elain said brightly, standing in front of Nyx in his carseat. “We’re going to have so much fun today, aren’t we!” She tickled his belly and he clapped his hands excitedly. 

“Lain, lain!”

“And we have someone else joining us today,” she said, dragging Lucien over to stand next to her. “Nyx, this is Lucien.”

“Hey buddy,” Lucien said softly, grinning at Nyx. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun at the park today.”

Nyx stared solemnly at Lucien but perked up when he heard the word ‘park.’ He smiled and squirmed in his car seat. 

“Go, go!”

“His new favorite word,” Feyre said. “Which means it’s probably time for you three to head out, unless you want a full blown tantrum soon.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” Elain said as Lucien grabbed the handle of Nyx’s car seat and started wading back through the trenches to the front door. 

“He has a lot of energy!” Feyre called after them. 

“We got it!” Elain called back.

“He’s one toddler, how bad could it be?” Lucien asked as he buckled the car seat into his SUV. “Right, my man? I bet you’ll be ready for a nap after an hour of playing.”

Apparently, Nyx was up for the challenge.

“How is he… still going?” Lucien puffed weakly, his hands on his knees as he tried to recover his breathing. “He just won’t stop. What is that kid running on? He hasn’t eaten in hours!”

“I’m hungry just watching him,” Elain panted. She was in her nicest yellow sundress and wasn’t able to keep up with her nephew and Lucien, but she was trying her hardest. They had been at the park for nearly three hours and Nyx hadn’t stopped running since his little feet hit the grass. They had already gone down every slide in the huge park a dozen times, ran and jumped over every piece of playground equipment they could find, rode the old fashioned carousel twice, played in the decommissioned old fashion fire truck—though Nyx was too afraid to go down the firepole, even in Lucien’s arms—and had wandered down to the pond to feed the ducks and geese. 

“I should have put my Apple Watch on him, see how many steps he’s taken.” Lucien wiped the sweat off his forehead. 

“I don’t think we’ve invented a number that high.”

“Loo! Loo!”

Nyx was standing next to a baby swing seat, thumping his chubby hand against the plastic.

“Loo! Go, go!”

“Impressive,” Elain smirked. “You already have a nickname. And he wants you to push him on the swing.”

“Lain and Loo,” Lucien said, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her briefly. “We should get matching couple shirts.”

Elain hummed happily as butterflies tumbled in her stomach at his suggestion. “Go on, go play with Nyx for a bit and I’ll get everything for the picnic ready.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and pushed him away playfully when he went back for another kiss.

She took her time setting up a picnic table with all their food, then ambled her way towards the swing set. Lucien was excitedly pushing Nyx in a chair-style swing, her nephew’s chubby little legs waving in the wind. Every now and then Lucien would duck to the side of the swing and pop up right in front of Nyx, much to his glee. His shrieks of laughter rang through the air as Lucien laughed right along with him, and Elain lost her breath.

Lucien was stunning. He had put his long red hair in a ponytail and his golden brown skin was flushed with the summer heat and the exertion of pushing Nyx. His biceps bulged with the effort and his shirt revealed a bit of trailing red hair on his toned stomach as it rode up whenever he lifted his arms. 

All of his attention was on Nyx, though. Lucien looked genuinely happy to be pushing his girlfriend’s nephew for the hundredth time. He didn’t look annoyed or put out that the picnic he had painstakingly planned for the two of them now included an energetic toddler. Her boyfriend’s eyes were filled with excitement, his smile big and bright, his enthusiasm contagious. 

Lucien would be a great dad, Elain thought suddenly. The image of him holding and caring for their eventual children came completely unbidden to her mind, like a metaphorical bell that wouldn’t stop ringing in her ears. He’d be so sweet and supportive and fun—

Woah, settle down girl, Elain thought. You’ve only been dating him for a few months. One afternoon babysitting your nephew isn’t enough proof that Lucien would be a good dad, if he even wants that.

But the images wouldn’t go away. Like it was right in front of her, she could see Lucien pushing a redheaded girl in a swing, her hair blowing in the breeze, or going down a slide with a little boy with her brown curls. It was all so clear and so lifelike. He’d be so kind and gentle and nurturing to their kids. 

“Earth to Elain. Hey! Elain?”

Elain blinked. Lucien was giving Nyx a few weak pushes and staring at Elain with a furrowed brow.

“You alright? You were kind of staring at us and zoning out.”

“Uh huh,” she said noncommittally. That was embarrassing; they were still so new together, and the topic of potential future families hadn’t come up yet. 

“You sure? You look a little flushed.”

“Just the heat!” she replied with a fake grin. “Come on you, time for food.” Elain plucked Nyx out of the swing and put him on her hip, refusing to look Lucien in the eyes. “Your mommy packed you all your favorites,” she told Nyx, pinching his red little cheeks. “Goldfish and applesauce and berries.” Nyx smiled at her and Elain took that as a sign he might actually eat some food. 

She turned and headed to their table. “I could eat a horse,” she said. “I’m really glad we packed a whole bag of those barbecue potato chips.” 

The only reply was Nyx’s little babbles. Elain looked around—Lucien wasn’t with her. Turning back, she saw him standing by the swings, staring after Elain with a dazed and surprised look. 

“Is the heat getting to you too?” she called back to him. 

Lucien’s eyes darted up to hers before he ran his hands over his face. “Yeah,” he called back, making his way towards them. “Guess I forgot what it felt like to stand still.”

By the time they finished their food and went for one last ride on the carousel, Nyx finally started to slow down. They went down a few of his favorite slides before packing everything up and heading back to Feyre’s house.

They returned a napping Nyx to his refreshed parents and a much cleaner house, then made a hasty retreat back to Elain’s apartment. She thought her and Lucien would have a quiet evening consisting of takeout food and Netflix, before going to bed early so they could recover from their tiring day. 

Taking energy inspiration from Nyx, her boyfriend had other ideas. 

Lucien had carried her to her bedroom and unceremoniously dumped her on the bed, tearing off her clothes, and was currently between her thighs, his tongue making clever twists and turns over her folds. He was good at everything in bed, but he seemed to take a particular shine to eat Elain out. 

“Fuck!” Elain gasped as one of his fingers entered her slick channel, her eyes fluttering close. He thrust his finger inside her as his stiff tongue flicked the head of her clit. She was so close, and she wanted to come on his face before coming on his cock. All she had to do was lay back and relax. 

Instead, her mind wandered. She thought of the casual strength Lucien had displayed when he carried her to bed, and the warm smile on his face, and was instantly reminded of Lucien pushing Nyx on the swing, how good he was with her nephew, and how natural caring for a child came to him. 

He crooked his finger just right inside her and a bolt of lightning shot down her spine. “Oh fuck Daddy, yes!”

Lucien stopped moving completely and it took a few seconds for Elain to register the silence in the room. She whined and thrust her hips up towards his face, her oncoming orgasm swiftly departing, when she finally opened her eyes to look at him. His eyebrows were raised, eyes wide, and what she had blurted out suddenly came back to her.

“Oh God,” Elain whispered, mortified. 

“That wasn’t what you just called me,” Lucien quipped, unable to keep a smirk from his face as he pulled his finger from her cunt.

But this was no laughing matter. She had just called her boyfriend of only a few months—a few months! They weren’t even living together!—Daddy, one of the kinkiest things she could imagine. This might even be too much for Lucien to handle, freak that he was. 

Sex with Lucien was great. He was enthusiastic, listened to her, wanted her to have as many orgasms as possible, and had the stamina of a racehorse, with a cock to match. He was the complete package—no pun intended—and she had just called him Daddy. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. 

“I’m sorry!” Elain moaned, covering her beet red face with her hands. “I don’t know where that came from!”

Lucien hummed and kissed her inner thighs. “I can hazard a guess. Maybe the sight of seeing me with Nyx today made your brain think of me with our future kids. Less Daddy kink and more… DILF kink.”

Shoot. Her. Now. She was not having this discussion, preferably at all, but especially not with a new boyfriend. 

Elain shuddered and fought to keep her breathing steady. She didn’t trust herself to answer. She peeked out from behind her fingers. Lucien stared up at her, an eyebrow cocked, waiting for an answer. 

“Um, y-yeah, I guess,” she stuttered out. “Just a weird, one time, slip of the mind. Biological clock is ticking, and all that.”

“It doesn’t have to be one time.” 

Oh, god. Why was Elain surprised that Lucien would be into this? She had quickly learned over the course of their relationship that he was a certified freak in the sheets. The difference was, he had been the one who always brought any new kinks into the bedroom. Elain wasn’t sure if she wanted her first foray into kink to be calling her boyfriend Daddy without any prior discussion on the topic.

“I saw you today, watching me with Nyx.” Lucien’s voice had gone deeper, his eyes hooded. He trailed the tips of his fingers over the soft skin of her inner thighs and hips, and Elain shivered. “At first I just thought you were worried I’d drop him or something. But then,” he suddenly thrust two fingers into her heat and Elain gasped, “I noticed you giving me that same look you have on right now.”

“And what look is that?” Elain was torn: she desperately wanted Lucien to continue, but her own embarrassment made her want to crawl away and hide for a week. 

“Your ‘fuck me now’ look,” he said, thrusting his thick fingers in and out of her pussy. “Your eyes get all hazy and you bite your lip and you start squirming, like you need my hard cock in you or you’ll go crazy—yeah, just like that. And seeing me with Nyx made you that way, hm?”

“Lucien, please,” Elain whimpered. 

“Please what? Answer me: did seeing me with a baby turn you on?”

“Yes,” she groaned, mortified. She closed her eyes. 

“Good, because seeing you like that was so fucking hot.”

Elain gasped as Lucien withdrew his fingers from her body and manhandled her so she was on her knees and elbows, her ass in the air. He settled in behind her and knocked her knees further apart with his own. She was vibrating with anticipation as she felt his hard length between her legs. 

“Seems you're not too embarrassed now, huh?” Elain couldn’t see his face but knew Lucien was grinning slyly at her. 

Elain huffed and merely arched her back even further, sticking her ass up closer to him. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Elain yelped, blushing at her reaction. 

“Then use your words. What do you want?”

“I want you in me.”

Lucien scoffed. “Is that all? That’s not very original.”

She groaned in embarrassment and buried her head in her pillow. “I want you to come in me,” Elain mumbled, speaking more into the bed below her than Lucien over her.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he cooed in a sing-song voice. 

Elain gritted her teeth. She didn’t mind being teased but she was quickly growing frustrated that she hadn’t come yet and that Lucien appeared to be making light of her embarrassment.

“I want you to fuck me and I want you to come in me!” she snapped, looking over her shoulder to glare at Lucien. 

He gave her a cocky grin. “Was that so hard?” Not giving her time to answer, Lucien shoved her face down into the bed and ran his cock over her slick folds. 

“God, you’re so perfect Elain,” he groaned, notching the fat head of his cock at her pussy. “But you know what?” Lucien leaned down to whisper in her ear. She shivered. “Seeing you holding a baby on your hip today made me think all the same things you were thinking about me.” He sunk into her slowly, letting her adjust to his girth before withdrawing and sinking just a little bit deeper inside her. “Made me wonder what our kids would look like, how you’d look holding them.”

Elain gasped for air as Lucien finally settled all of his cock inside her, stretching her out and filling her. She took several uneven, heaving breaths, not only from his length, but the realization that Lucien had the same dirty fantasies as her. She relaxed in the knowledge that he wasn’t disgusted by her—quite the opposite, apparently—and wriggled her hips in an unspoken gesture to move. 

Gripping her hips and cursing quietly to himself, Lucien set a fast pace, his powerful hips snapping against her ass. Elain moaned and hung her head between her arms. Lucien always seemed to know exactly how she wanted to be fucked, how hard he needed to go or whether she wanted something slower. 

He gave a rough thrust and she yelped. God, it felt like his cock was halfway in her stomach. She clenched around him and Lucien’s answering moan made her tremble. He fucked her even faster, and Elain gripped her duvet cover so hard she thought she might tear it if she wasn’t careful. This was absolute perfection. Lucien was absolute perfection—

“Have you thought of it before? Me as a DILF?”

Well, maybe not. Elain snorted and laughed through her moans. He was still fucking her roughly, though he slowed down to laugh with her at his ridiculous statement. 

“I haven’t before,” she said, turning to look back and up at him and grinning. “But I’m definitely going to now.” 

Lucien grinned and leaned down to kiss her shoulder, placing a solid hand over hers on the bed and lacing their fingers together. His other hand wandered down to her lower stomach and pressed against her, his cock leisurely stroking in and out of her tight depths. 

“Not now, but maybe one day, you’ll make me a dad, yeah?” His breath was warm against the shell of her ear. “Let me come in you until it takes, right here?”

“Yes, yes,” Elain whimpered, screwing her eyes shut at the dirty image his words conjured in her mind. She knew he loved coming in her, but she thought, like most men, Lucien just had a fascination with his come, not a full on breeding kink. His words sent flutters throughout her lower belly and Lucien moaned as her pussy tightened around him. His hand on her stomach moved between her legs and slowly started caressing her clit as he fucked her, his hips rutting into her as he hunched over her. 

“Say it.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck, Elain, I need you to come now.” His fingers circled her clit as thrust into her, his breathing harsh between her shoulder blades. “God, please say you’re close.”

There were too many sensations within and around her: Lucien’s warm hand holding her own, the wet smacking of their flesh joining, his rough fingers on her clit, and his cock hitting her so deep his come wouldn’t have far to go if he really was trying to knock her up. 

It was that sudden realization that did her in. With a final strangled gasp Elain came, her walls fluttering and squeezing Lucien’s cock so hard that he came only a moment later. Groaning, he dug his teeth into her shoulder, leaving a temporary part of himself in the indentations in her flesh. 

He panted against her raggedly. His fingers tenderly stroked the sides of her clit as she quivered through the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt sweaty and tired but content. 

“Do you have one more left in you?” Lucien asked quietly, his fingers brushing the sensitive head of her bud. 

Elain wriggled underneath his big body. She was dangerously close to becoming overstimulated, little shocks of discomfort blazing through her clit the more he touched her. A few tears gathered at the corner of her eyes. “Oh, Lucien…”

“Just one more,” he said soothingly, kissing her along her jaw and neck as his fingers picked up their pace. “Need to make sure you keep all my come inside you so you can give me a baby. Fuck, you’d look so beautiful pregnant.”

Sobbing, Elain came again, weak aftershocks flooding her body. Lucien turned her head towards his to kiss her, swallowing her feeble cries with his soft lips. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Lucien withdrew his hand and his cock from her body, running soothing circles over her skin as she collapsed face first onto the bed, trembling. 

A warm hand skimmed the back of her thigh, up and up, then kneaded one of her ass cheeks. “I love seeing my come dripping out of your pretty cunt,” Lucien rasped in her ear, sweetly kissing her before he rolled down next to her on the bed like he hadn’t just completely rocked Elain’s world. He took her hand in his, entwining their sweaty palms together. 

Elain turned her head and peeked at him. Lucien was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his face and upper chest flushed. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily through his mouth. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, Elain thought, taken aback, once again, by how damned lucky she was. 

“You’re still on birth control, right?” Lucien asked, cracking a single eye open to look at her.

“Oh yeah, I still have a few years left.”

“Oh, thank God. Knew you did, but in the heat of the moment…”

“What, you weren’t serious about knocking up the girl you’ve only been seeing a few months?” Elain asked sarcastically, arching an eyebrow and smirking at him as she turned over to lay on her side towards him. 

He scoffed. “Well, not yet at least. My mom would kill me if I got you pregnant and we weren’t married.”

She ignored the little somersaults in her belly at hearing Lucien talk about marriage and getting her pregnant one day. “Well, I suppose I’ll just have to live with the knowledge that my insanely hot boyfriend is a sex fiend with a breeding kink,” she sighed dramatically. 

“Insanely hot boyfriend, huh?” Lucien smirked. “I’ll take it. But the real question: am I hot enough to be a DILF?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

“I’m not answering that,” she said.

“We could put it to the test. Give me a reason to marry you and not have my poor mother disown me.” His eager hands wandered up her legs and stomach to her breasts, caressing a peaked nipple. 

“Lucien!” Elain shrieked in laughter, hitting him with a pillow as he feebly tried to defend himself. Sometime later she would admit that yes, he’s definitely hot enough to be a DILF - as long as she was the only one who got to fuck him. 

(Lucien had no complaints about that.)

[prettyboybuckley]

get undressed, leave a mess (worry 'bout it after) by goodboybuck (prettyboybuckley)

3.7k | 1/1 | Explicit | Chose not to Warn | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

Summary:

Tommy lets his hand come down once again, harder this time, reveling in the loud sob it earns him. "Toys don't speak, remember? Good toys are quiet and take what they're given. You want to be a good toy, don't you?" When Evan nods — as far as his forehead against the floor allows him — vigorously, Tommy gives him a second finger as a reward, rubbing his other hand over the tender skin of the cheek he hit. It's a standing rule for scenes like this one, that Evan isn't allowed to talk or move without permission, because when they're doing this he's just a toy, a thing for Tommy to use however he wants. "Yeah," he says, "you can be good." OR: Tommy plays with his pretty little toy

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[lady-lilly-gray]

unfriendly reminder that a ship doesn't need to be *healthy* for you to ship it; nor does having some toxic elements make it the worst thing to ever exist in fiction

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Of Care and Control

Fifty one days, or the de-stressing of Aesop Sharp - A nasty slander pushes the already stressed professor to lose his temper. Fortunately, his sweetheart is close by.

Shout out to my amazing consultant/co-author @tea-withjamandbread!

gif amateurly made by yours truly

18+! GO AWAY CHILDREN!

Of Care and Control (5.6k words)

tw: explicit, vaginal sex, rough sex, blowjob, slight angst, teacher-student relationship (reader is adult), mostly aesop's pov, aesop sharp needs a hug and a good f*ck apparently, porn with a bit of plot

Aesop didn’t think his expectations were unreasonable. He was teaching a difficult subject, one in which a single mistake could turn fatal. And as much as the students often wracked his last nerve, he didn't want any of them to actually die, especially not in his classroom. Matilda would be most displeased with him… So he pushed hard, trying to get into their heads the importance of studying and preparing for his class. He didn't care if none of them ever brewed a single potion again after they were finished with Hogwarts, however, while they were in his classroom, he required their absolute focus. No, he didn't think his expectations were unreasonable at all. And yet, many seemed to disagree.

And, as he was making his rounds around the students' cauldrons, he unfortunately heard one of them disagreeing in a rather foul manner.

“Maybe if I spent as much time in his office as (L/N) does, I’d get an Outstanding as well…”

It was like a kick to the stomach.

“Maybe if you spent half as much time studying and honing your skills as Miss (L/N) does, instead of chatting and sending notes to your friends during class, you would get better than a Dreadful!” Aesop snapped back immediately, his voice loud and eyes dark and stormy.

The fifth year Ravenclaw, Wilhelmina Adler, closed her mouth and stared at him fearfully. Her pale cheeks were getting red: "S-sir! I'm-... I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean anythi-" "Save it,” he said coldly, not letting her finish her sentence. “Finish your potion, clean up your mess, and leave. I'm choosing to believe what you just said was only proof of your stupidity and ignorance, rather than actual malice, but I don't want you to speak in my classes anymore. I hope we understand each other." 

And with that, Aesop turned around and stomped back to his desk. He sat into his chair heavily, still reeling with anger and frustration. He started reading through his curriculum for the rest of the week's classes to calm down, not even bothering to start grading the fourth years' essays, as he'd probably snap his quill in half. 

When the class came to a close, he accepted each students’ bottled potion. Adler's hand was shaking when she deposited her very poorly brewed Draught of Peace. Sophoria Franklin's potion was the best, that much he could tell by giving it a single look, and though he was still very tense, he forced his face into the tiniest little smile as he congratulated the young lady on her work.

After his classroom became student-free, he uncorked the potion and gave it a whiff. It did seem to be close to perfect, and it was in fact the only one of the potions the students brewed he would actually drink. And was he feeling like drinking it right now…

Now, Miss Adler probably wasn't cruel, but she was idiotic to no end, and something about what she said made a nasty feeling flutter about the potions master's stomach. 

Yes, his young lover did get excellent marks in his class, but they were always deserved. It was obvious to everyone who ever saw her working that she excels in the subject. She had a keen mind, and her technique was flawless. How could it not be - she brewed almost as often as Aesop himself, he's been in her Room of Requirement and saw her potion stations. He didn't play favourites with her, he never needed to. Every mark, every praise and compliment he ever gave the young woman was well deserved and he would've given them to anyone who'd do such a good job.

But then… What if more people began thinking along the same lines as Miss Adler? What if all of (F/N)'s work and effort got somehow perversely transformed into a conviction that their relationship is perhaps transactional? That his sweetheart slept with him to get a good grade.

Aesop grabbed Adler's potion roughly and threw it on the ground. The vial shattered and the brown gooey substance inside spilled onto the floor. 

Idiot girl. 

If he was being honest with himself, it wasn't the implication that angered him the most, as he knew that to be untrue. (F/N) loved him. He loved her. And in just fifty one days, they'll no longer be a student and her professor. 

What angered him, and more importantly, what terrified him was the potential rumour itself. He often worried he was hurting his lover by keeping her for himself, when she could do so much better, but she kept proving to him, again and again, that this worry was silly - the happiness he often saw in her eyes when they were together… If he could make her this happy, maybe he wasn't so bad for her after all. But now… now he was terrified that he'd end up hurting her by ruining her reputation. 

The logical part of him knew her friends would never believe such a rumour, nor would anyone who knew her at least a little bit, anyone who actually saw her in his class. But what if some other idiot student would? What if the words spread so much that some people would just accept them as the truth. Fifty one days was not a long time, but it was definitely enough to make a lot of damage in somebody's life. It was enough to hurt someone's feelings.

With a flick of his wand, Aesop cleaned up the mess. He took the fourth years' essays into his office, where the seventh years' little pop quiz waited to be graded as well. He needed to get out of his head, and perhaps burying himself in work would help. It was going to be a long afternoon and evening.

—

“Hey, you,” said the young woman herself, leaning against the door frame. Aesop barely lifted his head to greet her, all of his attention seemingly on the pop quiz answers he’s been grading. Except he hasn’t written anything for at least an hour now. “You missed dinner,” she spoke again, entering the office and closing the door behind herself. She used a locking, as well as a silencing charm her potions master taught her on the room.

“Wasn’t hungry,” Aesop grumbled with a sigh, and finally put down his completely dry quill. He lifted his gaze, but he still wasn’t looking at her. Not really looking.

“Sophoria Franklin told me what happened today. What Adler said, that is,” the eighteen year old came closer, studying the professor carefully. “Please tell me that’s not what’s gotten you into this mood?” Aesop was quiet, finally looking at his young lover. Her gaze was filled with nothing but love and kindness. He sighed, closing his eyes. His elbows came to rest on his desk while his fingers began massaging his temples. 

“I just…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper, low and slightly hoarse, “it bothers me. Not because there’s any truth to it, by Merlin, no… But I-... I hate that someone could speak of you in such a vile manner. While a few people know about the true nature of our relationship, many only know that we meet often, that we’re close… I’m not stupid, we’re in a school, it’d be very unusual for there not to be gossip, but I hoped it wouldn’t get quite this… cruel. And especially to you. I don‘t want your name to be dragged through the mud because of me.”

The young woman released a sigh of her own, and Aesop suddenly realised she moved to stand behind him at some point. Her small, warm hands soon stroked his shoulders, while her fingers worked on untangling the knots that formed in his muscles after hours of nearly motionless sitting in his chair. 

“Such a clever man and such silly thoughts,” she said. It wasn’t the first time Sharp heard this sentence, and he was positive it wouldn’t be the last time either. The girl leaned over his shoulder so she could brush her lips against his cheekbone. “Nobody who knows either of us would ever believe such nonsense,” she spoke quietly, resting her head against his own then, her fingers still massaging the muscles in his shoulders and back. “Neither your friends nor mine would ever even entertain the thought. If anything, they’d be just as upset as you. They are, actually.”

The potions master made a soft inquiring sound. “Sophoria also told me that Amit screamed at Wilhelmina in the common room, when he found out what she said. Amit Thakkar, of all people!” The girl actually chuckled. “You and I know what we have together, what we feel for each other. And, as you said, a chosen few know as well. That's the reality and the truth. Why would you care what some brain-dead fifth year thinks?”

Sharp sighed once more. He rolled his shoulders slowly, pleased to find his muscles relaxed and free of any pain. The heavy dark clouds covering his mind slowly dissipated, revealing a brilliant star filled sky behind them. “You’re right,” he whispered, his eyes still closed, his head resting against (F/N)’s, “I suppose I got a little too… worked up. It’s been quite hectic lately, all the essays, exams and consultations, we barely have any time. I’ll admit I’m feeling a little stressed.”

The former Auror swore he could almost hear the girl’s grin as she took a step back from him. Aesop immediately missed her body’s warmth. Oh so slowly, she walked into his field of view, and moved to sit on the edge of his desk. Her legs crossed elegantly. “Why, that is exactly why I’m here, Professor Sharp,” she chirped sweetly, her foot bobbing up and down frivolously. The soft smooth skin of her shin and calf peeked at the potions master enticingly from under the long Ravenclaw robes, and Aesop’s hand immediately went to close around her slim ankle, seemingly on its own accord.

“Miss (L/N)...” he purred in a low voice, “you seem to have forgotten to put on your stockings today…” His large calloused hand slid over the exposed skin, pushing the robes out of the way slowly, teasingly. The young woman’s smile got even wider with every inch of skin he uncovered with his gentle ministrations. “Oh, sir,” she replied in kind, “I happen to have forgotten to put on everything else as well…” And with that, (F/N) opened her Ravenclaw robe and let it slide down her shoulders. It pooled around her hips where she was sitting on his desk, revealing her young delicate body to her lover’s hungry eyes. Her nipples immediately hardened in the cool air of the dungeon office. 

It wasn’t the only thing that hardened right away. While Aesop tried to stifle it, a quiet groan escaped from somewhere in the back of his throat. Both of his hands now gripped her legs, fingers digging into the flesh of her calves as he looked her up and down with hooded eyes. Sweet Merlin, she looked like a feast, and Aesop just realised that he was famished. 

However, before he could pull her legs apart and eat his fill, she slid from the edge of his desk to stand in front of him in all of her naked glory. “You with your layers…” She said with a dramatic sigh, her smaller hands coming to undo his cravat, which she then proceeded to toss somewhere over her left shoulder. She then placed her hands on her hips, standing tall in front of him, everything on display for Aesop and Aesop alone. Without another word, he slipped his overcoat and jacket off, hanging them on the backrest of his chair, before he spread his legs and brought his sweetheart even closer by her hips.

His heated, rough face made contact with the impossibly soft skin of her sternum, his hands now stroking her ribs, making her shiver slightly. He kissed every single inch of her he could reach, his mouth soon finding the curve of her breasts. Aesop dragged his teeth over the warm sensitive flesh until he reached a nipple. His tongue circled the aorela’s edge, before he kissed the little hard bead lovingly, sucking it into his mouth shortly. Her other breast received similar treatment. His arms chased her when she stepped back, desperately wanting to pull the young woman back to him.

There was a kittenish smile on her face, when he opened his eyes again. She’s dropped to her knees before him, crawling closer once more. He was already breathing hard, his mind absolutely clouded by lust. His trousers were way too tight, his undergarments getting a little damp, his chest was feeling too hot and he could feel sweat seeping into his undershirt. Her head dropped to his thigh as she watched him blindly and clumsily open up the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt, trying to rid himself of their cottony confines. His suspenders were pushed down carelessly before he pulled open his undershirt as well, making a few buttons scatter over the floor next to (F/N)’s legs. 

“My, my, a little impatient, aren’t we, love?” she cooed before she let one of her hands slide up his leg and push against his straining erection. Aesop let out a groan. It’s been more than a few days since they were last intimate together, and his yearning was only made worse by the stressful schedule he had now.

He knew she was longing for him as well, having covertly received her handwritten letter with her last essay. He had to admit, she was very talented when it came to writing erotic letters, if the way his body arched off the bed upon his climax a few days ago was any proof. He read and reread the words she wrote, trying to catch a whiff of the gentle smell of her perfume from the parchment, all the while tugging at himself desperately, imagining his hand to be hers, imagining doing the things she described in her letter.

However, now she was kneeling right in front of him, her face getting closer and closer to his crotch, and she was very much real. She nuzzled her face into the bulge at the front of his trousers, making him run a hand through his own hair, a few strands sticking to his face damply. “Oh, Merlin,” he groaned when he felt her tongue even through the two layers covering his poor throbbing cock. Thin fingers came to undo his breeches as well as his drawers, pulling both down until they were bunched around his knees.

He gasped and opened his eyes when the cool air hit the heated manhood and another drop of precome formed on the swollen tip. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing, knew just how desperate she was making him. The young woman came even closer, her face now directly over the teacher’s erection while her hands went to his hips and upwards, sneaking expertly under his open undershirt and coming to stroke at his ribs, his chest, fingers tangling into the dark hair there.

Just when her fingers slid over his nipples did she lower her mouth onto him slowly, and Aesop struggled to keep his eyes open and his hips from bucking up into her. She placed several small kisses against the glans, releasing a chuckle every time his cock throbbed and the crystal clear drop rolled down the shaft.

He saw her carefully cover her teeth with her lips like he taught her to, before she finally took him into her mouth. As with many things (F/N)(L/N) did, she proved to be a quick learner when it came to giving him pleasure this way. She wasn’t able to take all of him, as he was a large man after all, but she was enthusiastic and eager to please, not to mention very observant. When she took him in as much as she could, she hollowed out her cheeks and moved slowly back up, dragging her tongue over his underside. She started slowly repeating these motions, making sure to occasionally roll the glans around in her mouth, circling it with her tongue.

Aesop closed his fists around the armrests of his chair in a vice grip, so he didn’t grab her hair and push her down entirely, like his body was screaming at him to do. The idea of him filling her mouth and throat fully, holding her head in his hands and letting his hips roughly thrust into the tight heat, made a dark thrill run through him, as well as the first signal that if she carries on like this, it’s all going to be over too soon.

With a low moan, he gently pulled his young lover off his aching cock, caressing her cheek. “Oh, you are so lovely…” his voice rumbled through his chest when he saw her face. Her eyes were almost black with arousal, her cheeks were blushing furiously, and Aesop could see that a few drops of saliva escaped from her mouth and rolled down her chin. And yet, there was a little smile on her face, one that told him how much she loved him, and how much she was going to show him so.

The girl gave him a mock pout, her voice filled with mischief when she spoke: "Not good?" Aesop clenched his jaw, his own voice almost a growl: "We both know that were you even better, I'd have already come down your throat.” That made his sweetheart release a little whine and the professor only now noticed that while she was working him with her mouth, stroking what she couldn't take with one hand, the other hand was betweenher thighs, teasing at her own entrance. The sight made his already dark eyes darken even more.

“Come here. Now.” 

It was obvious he wasn’t asking. 

And yet, the girl made no effort to get up, smiling up at him instead, her free hand still moving up and down his shaft languidly. Aesop was breathing hard. His self control was slipping rapidly now. His eyes were half pleading and half wild as he stared into her own intensely. The girl still didn't budge. Instead, she gave him one more mischievous smile before she suddenly took him in her mouth again, deeper than before, while simultaneously pushing her own fingers inside her and moaning around his cock.

Her teasing, the sight of her, the smell of her, the sounds… all of this after his dreadful day, after the days of longing and frustration, of pining and all the stress.

Something in Aesop snapped.

It was like a dam had broken through and he couldn’t do anything about it. “Oh, fucking hell!” he growled loudly and one-handedly picked the girl up from the floor. His free arm threw everything off the desk with a single swipe, and there was a flurry of parchment, quills and ink hitting the ground everywhere around them. At that moment, Aesop didn’t care about the shattering of glass, nor the black liquid that sprayed over the floor and some of the essays and quizzes that were sent flying. He didn’t even care about the surprised cry the Ravenclaw made when she was roughly pushed onto the now clear desk, her plush bottom hitting the sharp edge of it quite painfully.

He managed to muster up the last piece of his control: "If at any poin-" "If at any point I want you to stop, I'll say the word." his sweetheart said breathlessly, not yet having quite caught up to her current position. And with that, the last of his restraint left.

Finally.

His brain stopped working - its blood supply was severely shortened, as it was currently needed entirely elsewhere. His desire took the wheel, and it wanted to take.

He positioned himself at her entrance blindly, his cock held in an almost painful grip, and he filled her to the brim with a single harsh snap of his hips. The young woman yelped, and she trashed, unprepared for the sudden intrusion, but it was no use to her. One hand of the potion master came to connect her wrists above her head and held them there, while the other grabbed onto her thigh, keeping her nice and open for him, his fingers bruising the soft skin in their mean grip. 

Aesop didn’t wait for her to adjust, immediately setting a fast pace, his thrusts hard and deep. The girl was soon reduced into a whimpering, wanton mess, her head still trashing as Professor Aesop Sharp fucked her with all the ferocity of a wild predatory beast. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t love every second of it. Not that speaking was exactly an option right now.

The professor leaned over and trapped her body under his own, putting an end to her back arching at the overwhelming sensations. He released her hands and her arms instantly wrapped around his back, holding onto him for dear life. The sudden sharp pain of (F/N)’s fingernails digging at his back made Sharp groan loudly into her ear, his hips shuddering midthrust, his fervour increasing. His arms went under her body, one hand grabbing her shoulder from below for better leverage, while the other knotted into her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck.

“Ae- Aesop!” she managed to grit out, her voice slurred, eyes screwed shut as her body shook in his arms. When the potions master spoke, he nearly didn’t recognise his own voice. Despite the tempest of pleasure and most primal animalistic desire raging through his body, setting all of his nerve endings on fire, his voice was almost calm, yet rough and impossibly low. “You- ah! You are a bloody tease, dear, “ he said right next to her ear, “now be a good girl and take it.” She moaned pitifully, her body already succumbing to its first climax, torn from her core suddenly, nearly violently. She was barely able to reciprocate the bruising kiss he pressed onto her lips then, her mind absolutely blank from the sudden explosion of endorphins.

He felt himself chuckle against her mouth breathlessly upon feeling his lover’s body answer to him so quickly, so readily, her thighs trembling with her orgasm, her eyes fluttering shut and eyebrows flying up, absolutely sinful sounds pouring from her lips. “That’s it…" he was barely able to know what he was saying, "that's it, sweetheart, that's a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well." His hips were rutting into hers harshly.

His scorching hot face buried into her even hotter neck, breathing in the perfume she used, perfectly mixing with her natural scent. It drove him completely wild. Aesop dragged his beard and teeth across her delicate skin, a thin film of sweat clinging to it.

"You're mine…" at this point, he really didn't recognise his own voice, the gruff and aloof potions professor turning into this wild, purely carnal animalistic being, who only wanted to take, to claim, to mark. With every move and touch, with every sound he was getting closer to his breaking point, the sensation rendering him unable to think clearly, to think at all. "Mine," he growled and bit into her neck. Hard. So hard that he could taste a bit of copper on his tongue. The girl's body tried in vain to buck against his own, her physique standing no chance against his considerable height and strength. She cried out, pleasure and pain mixing into a single word: "Yours!"

Aesop felt his body quickly approaching its climax, and sped up even more, pounding into his young lover at a brutal pace, grabbing her hips to help himself along. The desk was making small high pitched squeaky sounds, as the professor's hard thrusts made it slightly slide forward on the floor. One of (F/N)'s hands left his back to claw at the wooden surface next to her instead, leaving scratch marks in its wake.

He went harder. He bit more. He growled when a smaller hand pulled at his hair. He chuckled darkly when his young lover cried out unintelligibly again, coming for him for the second time, her soft body writhing and shuddering, her cunt squeezing him in a vice grip, milking his erection. He was mere seconds from joining her in her ecstasy.

He grabbed her by the hair again, forcing her to look at him. Aesop admired the way she was barely able to do so, her eyes unfocused, her mouth opened wide, her face entirely red. The girl was gasping hoarsely, looking so absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure, it was like she was struggling not to lose consciousness. The fact her hand was still in his own hair, that her legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, that while her eyes were unfocused, they were still filled with the same love and absolute devotion and trust, that's what threw the potions master over the edge.

His entire body shuddered, and Aesop bit into his lover's lower lip, a final loud moan leaving his throat as he did so. "M-mine," he rasped before screwing his eyes shut. A wave of pleasure exploded from his core, hitting him with the power of charging Graphorn, and his toes curled in his boots, every single muscle in his legs tightening.

His cock throbbed heavily as a rope after rope of seed filled the young woman's accepting body. His head dropped, landing against her shoulder. Every single thought left his head as he let the satisfaction overwhelm him entirely. Aesop was breathing hard, the aftershocks making his skin sizzle sensually. 

When he finally came fully to, he realised just how tight he's been squeezing his lover. He loosened his hold somewhat, but his arms were still enveloping her completely. His head was laid upon her collarbone, his satisfied body was resting on top of hers, and Aesop was certain he was crushing her a little, but he couldn't find it in himself to move just yet. If she felt any discomfort, she didn’t say so. Then again, she didn’t exactly seem able to speak at the moment, her delicate young body still trembling under him, her breathing laboured, her lips occasionally releasing little whimpers of pleasure still. He wasn’t any better, really. 

The potions master was hyper aware of the sweat between their bodies, of his come seeping out of her quivering entrance, running down his bollocks. “Mhmm, sweet Merlin,” he groaned quietly after several minutes, “that was… otherworldly.” Unintelligible humming was his only answer. Some more time later, when he felt stable enough to stand on his own two legs again, he braced against the desk and straightened up. His soft member slipped out of (F/N)’s body, prompting another little stream of pearly white spunk to leave her gaping hole.

Aesop looked down at his handiwork, and was both satisfied and a little horrified with what he’d done. The young woman laying on his desk looked absolutely ruined. Her head was tilted back, her eyes screwed shut. Her hair fell around her head like a halo, messy and tangled from his hands gripping it. Her mouth was swollen and red from kisses. 

The girl’s body was no better, there were bite marks on her skin, one of them particularly nasty and placed way above where her shirt and robe collar would be. He saw the perfect imprint of his teeth in the soft skin, and he knew there would be bruising. Perhaps she could hide it well enough with her hair, but she’ll definitely feel it for a few days. There were already small bruises forming where he gripped her, where his fingers dug into the flesh of her waist, her hips, thighs. He’s never been this rough with her before, and while he was still riding on his post-coital high, he also felt incredibly guilty for ravishing her like he did.

“Aesop, whatever it is that’s going through that brilliant mind of yours, I can assure you that it’s a load of rubbish,” her sweet voice tore him from his thoughts. His hands landed on her warm body, his touch now utmostly gentle and soothing. He weighed her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs circling the hardened nipples, before moving lower over her ribs, to her hips. He massaged the surely sore flesh. One of his hands then moved all the way up to her face to caress it, to trace her lips. “I’m sorry. Are you alright? I didn’t mean to get so rough…” (F/N)’s eyes opened and she looked at him. Her face was relaxed, filled with serenity, satisfaction and a frankly overwhelming amount of love. She gave him a tired grin: “Do you hear me complaining, love? If anything, it was rather exhilarating to see you and feel you like that… I didn’t expect this to happen, but I’m happy it did. Trust me, I would’ve said the word if it didn’t feel good.”

Aesop gave her a beaming smile then, and leaned down once more to steal a kiss from her sweet lips, his arms cradling her close once more. She sighed and melted into his ministrations. “How do you feel, Ace? Any better?” she asked after a while. “Yes,” the teacher replied quietly, “I feel like I… really needed that. It’s just been too much lately. And today, with that idiotic girl…” “Shh… Only less than two months left, Aesop,” her hands stroked his back lovingly, “Less than two months, and then not only will we be able to finally be together fully, but you probably won’t have to speak to Adler ever again. Or do you expect her to make it into your NEWT class?” Aesop groaned: “Even if she got an Outstanding from her OWLs, which she will not, there’s no way I’d accept her…”

“Heavens… Fifty one days to be exact. Fifty one days before I can stop pretending you’re just my student, and not the absolute most important person in my life…” Aesop gathered her face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. The young woman smiled at him, watching him through her lashes: “Forty five days for me, I stop counting the second I’m done with the exams. As for pretending you’re nothing but my professor, I’m afraid that ship has sailed the weekend you took me ‘herb picking’.” Aesop chuckled quietly. 

“Sorry about this… hope you won’t have a problem hiding it…” he pointed to the bite mark he made on her neck, touching it gently with the tip of his finger, which made the girl wince a little. “It will be barely visible under my hair,” she replied, confirming his earlier thoughts, “unless I put my hair up. Which I might start doing, it’s getting rather warm outside, don’t you think?” His palm made contact with her left flank softly: “You are a bloody tease…”

They rested together for a little more, Aesop having cleaned them up with a simple Scourgify. However, the desk was quite uncomfortable for his lover to lie on, and the position they were in wasn’t doing much for Aesop’s muscles either. They dressed in comfortable silence, with (F/N) carefully closing her robes around her body once more after fixing the buttons on the potions master’s undershirt with Reparo. She helped him pick up the essays and quizzes that were strewn about on the floor, and sort them, as well as rid them of any unwanted ink.

“I spent at least an hour grading your pop quiz… I tried to find a mistake, any mistake you might’ve made, so I could dock off points, so the implication about you getting only Outstanding marks because you-… nevermind. I don’t want to think about it anymore, it’s so stupid.” His young lover observed him with a fond expression: “If you’d like, I could make some mistakes on my next essay or exam, something that would cost me an O in favour of E?” 

Aesop looked at her with shock - she was absolutely ready to sacrifice a good grade for his peace of mind. It was unthinkable: “Don’t you dare… I mean it. I know how hard you work, how much you know, how brilliant you are. Every single mark you receive from me is deserved, and while I was furious at the insinuation today, I’d be even more furious to know that you’re keeping yourself from showing your full potential and knowledge, just because of my stupid insecurities and an even dumber Fifth year.”

“Alright, alright, I promise to do as well as I can,” she lifted her hands in a placating gesture. “Amit’s covering for me tonight - though, it’s not like my roommates don’t know that my bed often stays empty at night. Would you like me to spend the night in your chambers?” The professor gave her a loving smile: “I’d love that… You’ve got the key, why don’t you go wait for me there, while I’ll finish down here. I promise I won’t be long.” The young woman came closer to him and stood up on her tiptoes to place a kiss upon his lips, the feeling so familiar now, yet making little electric sparks run through her like they did the first time they kissed. She cast a Disillusionment charm over herself then and made her way out of his office and towards the Faculty wing.

The professor breathed a little smile. Fifty one days… Fifty one days never seemed that long of a time. However, once they’ll have passed, there will be no more hiding. After that, he’ll be able to hold his sweetheart’s hand, and embrace and kiss her whenever he feels like it, and nobody will be able to say anything. Merlin…The fifty one days will feel like an eternity…

Hello! I hope you enjoyed reading! As always, you can find this work and all of my other works over at AO3. I'm incredibly thankful for feedback!

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Aesop Sharp NSFT Alphabet

I needed to write it. That is all.

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tw: very explicit sexual content and much more

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aesop gets very gentle after sex, high on endorphins from his orgasm. He’s way more open, more prone to smile, and seeking physical contact. He usually just casts a wandless Scourgify on the two of you, as he doesn’t want to get out of bed, his eyes getting heavy rapidly. If you two make love during the day and have nowhere to be, he takes a twenty minute nap afterwards. Sleep comes to him easily after a nice orgasm.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It took him a long time to stop loathing his body, his leg for failing him like it did, and it takes him an even longer time to actually start liking anything about himself again. He supposes he’s fond of his hands, their expertise with potions enabling him to have a job he quite enjoys, and, of course, his brain. Not even an injury so severe as the one he suffered is enough to dull his wit.

He is fond of pretty much everything about you, but he feels particularly enamoured with your eyes - the looks you send his way, the openness and fondness with which you observe him - it’s enough to make shivers run up his spine, enough to set his blood on fire, enough to make his heart squeeze in his chest. He hasn’t felt this way since he was a teenager and he secretly loves it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He does enjoy coming across your face, or your body, but it doesn’t give him the same kick it gives some other men. He is, however, obsessed with finishing inside, whichever opening, but mainly your cunt. He feels as if he’s marking you, claiming you as his and his only, and he loves feeling your walls clenching him, milking him until the last drop. The amount is also larger than average, something one needs to be prepared for when fellating him. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you happen to accidentally leave your underwear in his chambers, he will hang onto them. He feels incredibly dirty to do so, and he feels even dirtier bringing them up to his nose when he’s alone, lying naked on his bed, teasing himself, but not dirty enough to not do it. He would never tell you, but you suspect something may be up, considering one evening you arrived at his chambers wearing one pair, then leaving the next day wearing entirely different ones, freshly washed. Neither you ever mention it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced, even though he could count the number of women he’s had sex with on one hand. He’s a quick learner and a generous lover by nature, though, so he is able to play you perfectly after just a while. His quick mind catalogues every reaction to every touch, and it enables him to do whatever he wants with you. If he wants to make you come in under a minute, he definitely will.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

He likes every position in which he is face to face with you, but he’s especially fond of you riding him, as he can watch your face while you take your pleasure the way you want it, and once you’re on the very edge, he grabs your hips hard to guide you up and down his cock at a brutal pace, chasing his own release. Before his leg is fully healed, there won’t be any sex while standing, for obvious reasons, but you needn’t despair, because the professor is perfectly able to bring you to completion in every other position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He’s more on the serious side, though it doesn't mean he does not smile or laugh at all. He’s not going to be telling you jokes mid-coitus, but he will sometimes release a chuckle or a witty little comment when your reactions to his movements are particularly thunderous, or when a swear word or two roll out of your mouth unconsciously. 

“Heh, my my, that would’ve made a sailor blush, my sweet.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Aesop is very hirsute. Particularly on his chest and stomach, his pubic area, his forearms and his legs. His back and bottom are mostly bare, save for a light peach fuzz. He keeps himself tidy, his pubes neatly trimmed regularly, even before you become intimate together, mainly because of hygiene and his own comfort. His body hair is dark and soft to the touch.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He spent a lot of time being emotionally unavailable, the few sexual encounters after his injury being anything but intimate. So when you appear in his life, he realises just how touch starved he is. He is very intimate, very contact focused and very intense. He needs to have you entirely, anything less is simply not enough. He often kisses during sex, and he gives you breathless little praises and compliments, which are rolling off his tongue nearly unconsciously.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Barely, both before and after entering a relationship with you. Before: as the afterglow passed, he was left bitter and sorrowful, because he was all alone, because his pleasure was brought by his own right hand as opposed to some beautiful witch who actually desired him. The only time he really allowed himself to indulge was after drinking a phial of Draught of Peace, before going to sleep. 

There is a bit of an increase in his indulging after you two are in a relationship but are not yet intimate. He doesn’t feel bitter after that, as he’s imagining you and keeps telling himself that his fantasies will get fulfilled later on in your relationship. They indeed do, and his masturbation rate goes down again.  

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He can get rather possessive and dominant, if you let him, marking your skin with his teeth  and being a little more rough. There can be hair pulling, maybe some light choking, a lot of biting. He’ll love it if you pull on his hair as well, or maybe slap him a little. He’s also quite fond of blindfolding you and tying you to the bed, edging you until you beg for him (you don’t even remember whether you’re begging for him to stop or continue at that point).

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

The bed, most definitely, as he likes to nap for a bit after sex. Many other places are also good in this regard; the sofa, the armchair, Aesop’s office, the broom cupboard on the 5th floor where nobody ever goes… Bed is best, though, the other places make all kinds of kinks appear in his back. He prefers to make love to you in private, but is willing to take you almost anywhere with at least partial privacy, if you get your thrill from semi-public sex. He has no problem staying completely quiet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Considering how intimacy and touch starved he is, it really doesn’t take a lot, given he is in the right mindset. There are days when he’s not feeling well, physically or emotionally, there are days when he’s simply too tired, and it’s just physical closeness and affection he craves on such days. He more than makes up for it when he’s feeling better though. Many things can get him in the mood; looking at your body, suggestive conversation, biting his lips, kissing his neck, etc. One of your 100% success rate working tricks is what you call simply ‘The Look’. Head a little tilted to the side, looking at him through your lashes, your lower lip between your teeth, your hands fidgeting. That look drives him wild.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation and public sex. 

He can get a little rough, you may leave his bed bruised, sore, and overstimulated, with visible bite marks, but you’ll do so being called ‘beautiful’, and ‘brilliant’ and ‘his good girl’. He’s never going to call you any insulting, derogatory terms, because that’s just not who he is. If you attempt to degrade him, it’ll be a major turn off. He wants you to slap his face, not his soul.

Semi-public sex is quite alright with him if he knows the two of you won’t get caught. He really doesn’t want to get caught; Firstly because he doesn’t want your honour to suffer because of it, and secondly because what you two have together is yours, and only yours. He’s a very private person who believes your lovemakings should be just that: private.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Aesop Sharp can go down on you like he’s getting paid for it. He’s very very skilled with his mouth, using everything, tongue, lips and teeth. He’s normally a little self-conscious about his slightly crooked teeth and large nose, but they both prove plenty useful when he’s using his mouth on you. He loves doing it, in all honesty, and he can go on doing it for hours. It’s absolutely no problem for him to finish with you, as he pushes you over the edge with his mouth, devouring you like a man starved. 

He likes receiving as much as any other fellow, praising you throughout, his fingers combing through your hair gently. He doesn’t push you unless you ask him to, doesn’t thrust up into your mouth unless he knows you can handle it. He’s not exactly small and the last thing he wants is to make you choke on him, or make you gag too much. Just imagining what could happen if he did make you gag too much is a little revolting. Talk about a moodkill.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Preferes to take his time, build your mutual pleasure steadily, let it fill you entirely and only then he picks up the pace considerably, the sudden change in speed making the inevitable climax more intense. However, as was said before, he’s a very skilled, generous lover and he absolutely can adapt to whichever mood either of you may have. There have been lovemakings so slow and sweet, that neither of you raise your voice even upon your orgasm, and there of course were couplings so hard and fast, you were close to fainting by the end of them. Aesop can do it all and he can do it really well.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Occasionally. He really likes to take his time, and he’s a major foreplay enthusiast, but there are days when one or both of you simply don’t have enough time, despite wanting to be intimate together. Aesop is effective, meticulous and passionate, like he is in everything he does. Both of you are able to reach your finish in a matter of minutes, giving each other blissed out smiles and kisses, hanging onto one another as if your lives depended on it. However, if there is even a small chance that Aesop would be able to have normal, unhurried sex with you if he only waits a few hours, he will forgo the quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He’s definitely willing to experiment, not judging anything until he’s tried it, unless it’s something very risky and potentially dangerous. That’s where he draws the line. It still leaves a lot of wonderful things for you to try and decide if it’s something you enjoy together or not. Temperature play with ice? Lovely, exciting, will do again. Wax play? Well, you were nearly certain you probably did it wrong, but you did it wrong enough for you to never want to try it again. Ouch.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has brilliant stamina and control, and can last for a long time, but he does have a longer recovery period, which he blames on his age. You disagree with the statement wholeheartedly, blaming it instead on the fact that he’s perfectly able to be at it for hours if he wants to. He can go for two quite lengthy, mind blowing rounds with a pause between, perhaps a little nap, too.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does own a few fun things he likes to use. Velvety blindfolds and tapes to bind you, an assortment of objects to be used on you once you’ve been properly restrained, ranging from a fluffy feather to a (very carefully used) crop. They are used only occasionally, to spice things up a bit, for example after you’ve both had a long, difficult day. He’s been on the receiving end of these a couple of times, and is a little embarrassed to say how much he enjoyed it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does enjoy a fair share of teasing, but he’s never mean in it. He may edge you a little if you’re both comfortable with it, he may miss your sweet spots on purpose in order to make your arousal grow just a little more, but if he sees you’re really desperate, if he knows you really need to come, he won’t dare rid you of the orgasm. He possesses a kind of physical empathy that lets him know when he can tease you and when he cannot.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is perfectly able to be nearly silent the entire time, ragged breathing his only sound, but he chooses not to when he knows your ears are the only ones that’ll hear him. He prefers to let his sounds flow off his lips naturally, and it’s something he likes in you as well. He doesn’t need you to scream or moan your lungs out to know you’re having a good time, so be natural, and if you feel a moan coming onto you, don’t stifle it and don’t exaggerate it. He won’t either. His sounds are usually little grunts and groans in the beginning, but will progressively turn into small moans once he’s getting close. The only sound that might be considered louder is the one he makes once he actually reaches his climax, and it’s the only one he’ll try to muffle a little, by kissing or biting you, out of slight self-consciousness.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of Aesop’s fortes is his openness about sex itself - he’s no blushing virgin and he’s no vulgar sailor. Sex is just completely natural to him and he sees no reason not to call things the way they are, or even not to talk about sex at all. He knows Muggles think of sex as if it was something shameful and sinful, hiding behind colourful names for normal body parts, as opposed to what sex actually is - something natural, pleasant and beautiful.

It makes it really easy for you to discuss anything with him, maybe even learning some new things about your own body in the process, as he doesn’t blush or stutter or say ‘such matters are unfit to be discussed’, like Muggles might do. He knows his anatomy and he knows yours, and it's pleasant not to have to explain to him why you don’t want to be intimate this week.  

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is large. It should really be expected with the size of this man that his tools would be proportionally well endowed. Over 6 inches in length when fully erect and girthy, shrinks down an inch or two when soft. Uncircumsized, with a large, dark pink tip, a few well defined veins. He definitely fills you to the brim, but can be a bit difficult to fellate. His left bollock hangs slightly lower than the other one and they are quite sensitive.

After his injury and before entering a relationship with you? Nearly nonexistent. For a year after the injury, the pain was so bad, he couldn’t even get it up, which made him consider himself impotent, only adding salt to the wound. He regained his potency later on and engaged in a few one night stands, but his emotional/intimate unavailability made the sex feel tense and the orgasms barely worth the effort.

After becoming your partner, his sex drive rose considerably, as he allowed you in, allowed you to see his vulnerable side. Having the ability to be open with you sets his mind at ease and allows him to not only find himself craving your touch and the union of your bodies, but also lets him perform nearly as good as he would have performed before his injuries. Being a little older, his hormones a little calmer, he actually sometimes performs even better than he would in his younger years.

Now he has a very healthy appetite for sex, perhaps a little bigger than an average man of his age. He can control himself very well, his body mostly obedient unless there’s some un-ignorable stimulus right in front of him - he wouldn’t be able to force his erection down even if he was dead, that one time you came into his office wearing only your school robe and nothing else.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

At night he tends to fall asleep quite quickly after a nice lovemaking. He does clean the two of you up with a spell, he does talk to you and kiss you gently as you cuddle under the blanket, but he’s out like a light before long. He cuddles you out of his sleep, and sometimes snores. If you were to tell him that, though, he’d be very insistent that he does not, in fact, snore. He’s never snored in his entire life. 

i hope you liked it! you can also check it out on AO3, as well as all of my other works.

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Got You Pegged

Author: Polkadotdotdot

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description:

Sitting in the passenger seat of his Camero, Chrissy blinks at Billy with those big eyes like her brain has just stopped. “Well-...I mean-...He’s never told me that.”

“Of course not,” Billy shrugs, blowing a puff of smoke out the window. “He worships the ground you walk on, doesn’t want to scare you off.”

“It wouldn’t scare me!”

Billy raises a questionable brow, smirking like he’s in on a joke. “Uh-huh. Weren’t you a virgin when you started dating Eddie? Didn’t let Carver through those chastity panties.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’d be scared,” Chrissy sniffs indignantly. “Eddie and I have sex, y’know, a lot .”

After a blush inducing conversation with her friend, Billy, Chrissy unlocks a whole new side of herself...

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, freeform, established relationship, sex guru Billy, smut, straight up filth, fluff, Chrissy POV, one-shot, status: completed

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skin sticks to skin, sweaty and flush, after god knows how long. her entire body shutters as his form settles on her, pressing down like the worlds most best weighted blanket. hips stutter as he continues to pump into her, warmth pooling in her core. the sensation makes her groan, biting down on her lip as she subconsciously coils her thighs around his waist. "feels good." she whispers, hoarse voice but a mere rasp, "inside me. I can feel you."

she's as close as she can be without tearing open his ribcage. if only she could- how fast she'd make a home inside. nuzzle up to his wet, beating heart, kissing it as she sung his praise and sweet nothings.

his body shakes, fingers gripping at her so desperately. she hoped it would leave bruises, but even if it did they'd be gone within a day. a truly sad aspect of her body's healing abilities. if only she could refuse to allow it to kick in. to be covered in his marks, sore and spent, worshipped and adored- she'd show the world that one within it was more than enough for her.

"takeshi... more. I want more." she grabs his face and forces him to rest forehead to forehead. "keep going. don't stop. please..."

unprompted | @the1iars

thighs around his waist only serve to drive him in further, fingers digging into the flesh of loni's ass in a poor attempt to ground himself, stop him from losing himself in the feeling. she's so beautiful beneath him like this, she's beautiful in any setting, really. but there's something about this moment right here, seeing her so breathless and soft and fuckin' gorgeous that has takeshi feel like he's on a whole other level.

because who else gets to see her like this? who else is worthy enough to have loni in this way, clinging and saying their name so beautifully? no one - and there's a sense of pride that comes with that, honor in knowing that out of everyone in the world, loni had chosen him of all people.

he kisses her once, then twice - taking his time and only pulling back to bury his face against her throat, drinking her in like he may never get the chance to again. there's a whine as she grabs his face, moves him just how she wants him to be with their foreheads pressed together.

there's no hiding now, no way for him to mask just how good she's making him feel and he tells her that, over and over again - words chanted like a fuckin' prayer as he tells her she's beautiful, she's perfect, she's so fuckin' good to him. he praises her the only way he knows how - a desperate mess of himself as he chases their highs. he wants to see her come undone beneath him; wants to hear all the ways his name sounds coming from her lips, wants to see her body tense as pleasure overtakes her and the only thing on her mind is him him HIM--

he doesn't answer her demand, not verbally at least - but the way he shifts ever so slightly, how he grabs hold of her hips and tilts them upward to fuck into her faster is all the answer she needs. like fuck he was going to stop now - not with every nerve ending in his body screaming at him to keep moving.

❝ this what ya want? want me ta -- fuck -- make y'feel good? god, yer so fuckin' perfect. wanna -- wanna cum inside, please please lemme god m' so fuckin' close baby-- ❞