Aesop Sharp X F!Char

Aesop Sharp x F!Char

Smutober - Oct 6: Bathtub

Tags: Smut 18+ | All chars over 18+ |Bath Together| Fingering | Orgasm Control | Married |

WC: 2,700

Winding down for the evening, the couple drew a bath together, adding bubbles to the hot water and a scoop of lavender bath salts. The aroma of the bathroom mixed with the steamy air was already making her tight muscles relax.

“Go ahead and get in.” She urged her husband.

Aesop had already disrobed and was pulling out two large fluffy white towels from the cabinet for when they were done. He kissed the top of her head and tested the water with his hand.

“It might be a bit too hot for you.” He said, knowing how she preferred the temperature after all these years together.

“I’ll…” She reached in to test the water herself. “Oh, I’ll be fine. I just need to get in slowly.”

Aesop gave her a small smile. “Stubborn as always.”

She sent him a playful wink and pushed on his back. “Go on, get in already.”

As he stepped into the tub, he turned off the running faucet and settled in with his back against the far side. The bubble bath solution had multiplied so much that his sudden movement made puffs of bubbles detach and float around the room.

She pulled all her hair to one side and peered into the tub. Aesop patted the water in front of him. “Ready when you are.”

She took a deep breath and stuck her foot into the water. It wasn’t as hot as she thought it would be, but she definitely couldn’t just dive in like her husband had. Slowly she put her weight on her foot and then added the second one. He held her hips while she held onto the side of the tub, slowly dipping into the heated water. She hissed when she sank chest-deep below the bubbles.

“Not too bad?” Aesop asked, moving so she could relax against his chest comfortably. Despite his height, they both fit snugly into the warm bath together.

“No, it’s perfect.” She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. She looked up and caught his eye as he gazed down at her.

Sharp moved his arms from resting on the side of the tub to wrap around her smaller frame. He kissed the top of her head and they stayed like that for a long moment.

The bubble bath foam crackled and fizzed around them as steam rose from the tub. He gave her one last squeeze with his arms then rested his head back against the wall.

“You know,” She started to speak, pushing some of the bubbles against her chest. “Every time we bathe like this, I always have the best sleep after.”

Aesop hums in acknowledgment. He runs his wet hands through his hair, wetting the dark strands. “That’s why I suggested it tonight. You’ve been tossing and turning lately.”

She smiles, nodding slightly. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

He was already rubbing her arm with his large hand, comforting her. “It’s alright. I know you have trouble sleeping sometimes.”

Her heavy sigh made several bubbles burst in the wake of the gust. “Lately I've been waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to go back to sleep for hours.”

Sharp adjusted his legs, bending the good one until his knee poked out of the water. “Is there something on your mind?”

She was quiet for a long moment. “Not any one thing in particular…”

“Is it your job again?” Aesop asks, fingers playing with a lock of her hair that hadn’t been soaked by the tub.

“Kinda…” She looked back at him. His brow was cocked like he didn’t fully believe her. “Okay fine, yes. It’s work. They've been… just insufferable lately. My only reprieve has been those books your sister brought me to read.”

“Escaping the problem is one way to handle it, but.” His right hand finds hers resting at the bottom of the tub. He twines his fingers with hers and pulls her hand up to kiss along her knuckles. “You could just quit.”

“But… what would I do with my day?” Her voice was quiet. Was he really suggesting she leave her job? They had absolutely no money troubles and she mostly worked to fill her days so it wasn't that much of a shock to know he didn't mind her leaving her job. 

Aesop chuckled. “Whatever you want to do. Eventually, if you get bored again, you can find something to do part of the time.”

She nodded. “I will think about it.”

He leaned down close to her ear. “I know you will.” He kissed the side of her head and ran his hands up and down her arms. “I support whatever decision you make.”

She knew he would always support her. A small smile crept up on her face. There was a solution to her restless nights and hope filled her chest for the first time in months. She rested her head back and allowed his hands to continue their exploration of her body under the surface of the water.

He rested his head against hers and used his fingertips to run along her skin. His hands moved over her torso and down to her legs. He went as far as he could reach then moved back up to touch her chest. He rested his palms on her breasts and his wife relaxed back fully onto him.

The mood began to shift as his hands focused on her chest, lingering for a long moment. His chest rose as he took in a deep breath. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered in a low voice.

She took in a deep breath herself, allowing her muscles to relax in the heated water. “Thank you.”

Aesop’s hands slowly rubbed circles over her breasts, fingertips grazing her nipples. Her soft gasps egged him on to focus more of his attention on the soft peaks. He kissed down to her ear, leaning forward to make his way to kiss her neck. He bit down lightly while his pointing finger and thumb pinched down on her nipples and rolled the bud between them.

She moaned at his touch, breathing deep and filling her lungs with the steamy lavender-scented air. Sharp’s lips trailed to her shoulder, nipping the skin, before moving back up to lick the cuff of her ear.

“I want you to relax. Let me take care of you.” Aesop whispers into her ear, his deep voice sending chilled bumps down her arm despite the heated water they were dipped in.

She focused on the sound of his breathing in her ear and the intermittent drip from the faucet. His left hand slid over her torso, moving to cup her between the legs.

Slowly, she parted her legs farther for him and he hummed in approval. His middle finger ran up her slit, circled her clit, then ran back down to her entrance. He did this over and over until she felt her body come alive.

“Focus… just- right there.” She asked when his finger centered on her clit.

“Let me play.” Was all Aesop said before using a second finger to delve deeper into her folds.

Two fingers prodded her entrance, teasing their way in and out incrementally. She sighed, loving the stretching sensation.

He moved his digits back to her clit, finally focusing on the swelling nub. Her hips jerked when he pressed down, causing water to ripple beneath the layer of fizzing bubbles.

“Relax, and enjoy yourself,” Sharp said, lips finding the crook of her neck. His stubble poked at her skin, adding to the sensation of his soft lips.

It wasn’t long before her quiet sounds turned to moans, echoing off the tile walls of the bathroom. His fingers circled just right, the way he had learned long ago that she liked. His fingers moved with dizzying accuracy. She rocked her hips in kind with his movements, adding the extra layer of pleasure that was needed to take her to the edge.

“Not yet,” Aesop teased as he whispered in her ear. “Can you hold it for a bit longer?”

She gulped, flexing her abdominal muscles hard, holding off on the release that was just on the cusp. “Yes.” She gripped his thigh, squeezing the longer his finger swirled.

It was going to happen and come crashing down on her any second, but she held off the orgasm for a bit longer at his request. She pressed her head back into his firm chest, feeling her thighs start to tingle.

“Please…” She whispered, not sure how much longer she could stave it off.

“Not yet.” His usual rough tone sounded amused in her ear.

She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Her legs began to tremble while his fingers rubbed her clit in exactly the perfect way to make her pop.

"Please! I don't think I can hold off much longer." She admitted, hands balling into fists.

The low chuckle that fell from his lips made her stomach flip. "I'll let you cum-"

"Oh thank you!"

"-In just a few more seconds." His lips trailed her neck.

"Please…" Whimpers started to escape her. She rocked her hips in a way that would try to remove his fingers from her sensitive spot. Aesop wasn't having any of that. He used his free arm to anchor her torso in place against his body.

Her abdominal muscles began to ache the longer she held back. "I can't wait any longer…" Her heart throbbed in her ears.

"Count backward from three." He spoke in a low sultry voice.

"What?!" She gasped.

"Count backward. Three." He started

"Th-three" Her legs trembled.

"Two."

"Two!" She moaned.

He paused for a long moment. "...one."

"One."

"Cum for me." He commanded.

She relaxed her abdominal muscles and took in a deep breath. A wash of pleasure rushed over her, pulsing from her core all the way out to her extremities. The sensation buzzed in her head, and she felt slickness build between her legs.

"Thank you thank you thank you" The words rushed out of her while the pleasure continued.

He hadn't let up one bit. The pressure from his two fingers continued in a circular motion throughout her entire orgasm.

She hummed and finally relaxed her head back against his chest. She reached down to push on his hand to indicate her release was done. Sharp's fingers travel down her slit and slowly pressed inside of her.

"Mmm.." She vocalized. Her body prepared itself to come back down to baseline, but the way his fingers were pressing into her and sliding over her G-spot kept her heart rate up at a rapid pace. "Oh gods… I'm so-"

"Sensitive?" His forehead pressed against the side of her face while his lips ghosted over the shell of her ear. "That's what I was hoping for."

She let out a long moan as his two fingers delved deeper. His erection strained against her back, pressing against her spine. He neglected himself, though, pumping his fingers right against her sweet spot again and again.

At this point, most of the bubbles had burst in the bath, leaving a small film of tiny translucent bubbles floating on the surface. With this view, she could watch as her husband's arm flexed and moved while he fingered her.

She rocked her body and turned her head enough to angle toward him. Sharp took the opportunity to give her a slow simmering kiss on the lips. His jaw flexed as he kissed her, tongue darting out to tease the seam of her mouth. The faster he pumped his fingers the more the water sloshed around.

He used his free hand to capture her chin, holding her face steady while they shared a passionate kiss. His tongue delved passed her lips just as he pressed a third finger into her pussy. The moan she let out was muffled by their kiss.

Whisps of his hair tickled her skin. He leaned into the kiss more, sloshing a bit of water out of the tub and onto the floor.

She pressed her feet to the far side of the tub and used the leverage to ride his fingers. Sharp groaned into her mouth. While her hips gyrated, her back rubbed against his hard cock making him moan. Despite all the commotion, Aesop's fingers steadily fingered her at the same pace consistently.

A rush washed over her and she felt the telltale sign of her release just on the horizon. "Oh GODS! Aesop!" She moaned his name, breaking their kiss to toss her head back.

He hummed, finally pumping his fingers into her faster. "I love the way your face looks when you're about to cum."

The muscles in her abdomen clenched and her cunt pulsed on his fingers. She arched back while pleasure radiated through her body once again.

His lips were on her neck again, keeping his fingers deep inside her. He kissed and licked at her skin while his wife came down from her high.

"Wow…" She finally spoke a coherent word.

"Ready to get out?" Aesop asked.

She realized just how cool the water had gotten and how little bubbles there were left. The water still smelled lovely of lavender from the salts.

"Let me catch my breath" She smiled back at him.

He kept his fingers inside her, keeping her stretched and full. She could feel just how wet she was despite the water mixing with her slick. They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing deeply.

After a while, he kissed her on the cheek. "Hold tight." He instructed her. He gently moved her forward and slowly stood from the tub. Water rushed off him, dripping down his chest to his thighs. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself then unfolded the other one. "Alright, come here. I'll dry you off."

She smiled at him and did as she was told, standing from the cooling water and walking right into the towel. He braced his hip against the countertop and began rubbing the towel over her arms and torso. He then wrapped it around her and aimed her at the door.

"Go ahead and get into bed, I'll drain the tub and wipe down the floor." He said.

She almost protested but he raised his brows. Her lips were sealed as she made her way to the bed, knowing an argument with him was fruitless. She heard the water drain and the cabinet door open.

She settled under the covers, dropping her towel onto the floor. After several minutes, Sharp turned the light off in the bathroom and made his way over to the bed without his towel. She eyed his nude body, watching him make his way to his usual side of the bed. With a click of the string, he turned the side table lamp off.

Sliding under the covers, he pulled her into an embrace. Their lips met in a gentle kiss that slowly grew more heated. She wrapped her leg around his waist and felt his still hard erection pressing against her.

Without a word, he angled his cock to enter inside her. She was already fully prepped and he slid inside easily. She inhaled while he wrapped his arms around her, pushing her to lay on her back.

"I don't want you waking me up again tonight." He stated, starting to slowly pump into her. "No more tossing and turning this way and that. I'm going to wear you out and you're going to be too exhausted to wake up in the middle of the night."

She gives him a breathless chuckle. "Is that your evil plan?" She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

"Oh, yes." He teased. "It was quite a sinister plan." 

"How will I ever forgive you?" She played along. He gave her a sultry smile before kissing her deeply. 

Tangled together, he did as he said he would. She was absolutely exhausted from the events of the night. After they had sex on the bed, she was properly tuckered out. He had started by soothing her at the beginning of the night and thoroughly exhausted her to where she couldn't even keep her eyes open by the end. They slept through the entire night in each other's arms, her resting her head on his chest. She didn't wake until the sun had risen the next morning, her first good night of sleep in weeks. 

JEALOUS

Description: Logan is just wee bit possessive.

Word count: 0.6k

Warnings: allusions to sex/smut

You would think after being alive for nearly two hundred years, that Logan would be able to communicate his feelings properly. However, that's not the case. Y/N trailed behind him in the X-Men mansion, confused as to why Logan had barely looked her way. Normally, he was just short of fucking her when he got back from long missions.

"You haven't said two words to me since you got back," She pouted as she stood in front of him. He was sitting on his bed removing his shoes.

"Yeah?" He gruffed out looking her up and down. She crossed her arms and huffed at him. The reason that the two of them worked so well together was because she could match his grumpiness and attitude. That being said most of their quarrels were solved through rough sex followed by soft apologies.

"Yeah, I counted," He barely even said hello as he walked into the mansion. He just glanced at her before reporting to Charles.

"Who's jacket is that?" He said pointing to the hoodie that was pulled around her head. It wasn't anything special, it just had the X-Men insignia.

"Scott's. He let me borrow-" In her defense, there was a thunderstorm outside when Logan got back and she had just gotten a silk press. She loved him but not that much. Plus, she figured he would sweat it out when he got back anyway. He deserved to see it in its glory at least once before fucking it up.

"You expect me to be happy to see you when you smell like another man," Logan pointed out raising one of his eyebrows and gesturing to herself.

"Oh," She said removing the hoodie and just tossing it to the floor. It wasn't like it was important to her. Plus, Logan's room was a mess anyway.

"Yeah, oh," He grumbled laying back on his bed. He could be so dramatic at times.

"You're jealous," She said, straddling his lap. The position is all too familiar to them. Her hands ran up and down his chest. He decided to continue to be petty and avoid making eye contact with her but that didn't stop him from placing his hands on her hips.

"I'm not jealous. I just don't want my woman to smell like another man," He huffed. All boiled down, Logan was a rather simple man when it came to relationships.

"I'm your woman?" She teased, leaning close to his face. She placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn, right," He smacked her ass and she giggled in response.

"You know what, give me an hour," She said getting off of his lap, completely ignoring the semi that she had given him.

"Where are you go-" He watched as she made her way to the door

"An hour!" She interrupted him before leaving his room. He just showered while muttering about how he had to choose the most complicated woman to love, not that she knew that yet.

-

She crept into his room. Well, not really crept, she tripped over five things while walking in. He snickered a little before realizing what she had done.

"Is this better?" She was in one of his flannels with panties and had showered so she didn't stink of Scott Summers. It was safe to say that Logan was on her like white on rice.

"So much better," He said placing his hands on the back of her waist and pulling her close. He smirked with a devious glint in his eye before tossing her over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" She asked, hitting his back.

"Still gotta remind you not to do it again," He said smacking her ass once more before tossing her onto his bed. Safe to say that she never borrowed anything of Scott's again.

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Tess' Sharpuary 2024

A masterlist of short stories of various genres, each coupled with an illustration (hopefully). Each fic will be tagged individually along with possible trigger warnings. Fics featuring adult content will be marked as (*)

All of these fics are happening within the same universe, one created by yours truly and the spectacular @tea-withjamandbread - A New Chance At Life, however, I'm fairly certain many of them can be read as standalones ;)

1. Candy

2. Shadow

3. Wheelchair

4. Firewhisky

5. Dungeon (*)

6. Kneazle

7. Quidditch

8. Scarborough

9. Portrait

10. Breakfast

11. Moste Potente Potions

12. Bad day (*)

13. Alihotsy

14. Valentine

15. Ashwinder

16. Blush

17. Hair

18. Cold

19. Gherkin (*)

20. Hogsmeade

21. Mirror of Erised

22. Altercation

23. Black Lake

24. Slytherin

25. Youth

26. Prickly (*)

27. Bric-a-brac

28. Smirk (*)

29. Reparo (*)

Current progress:

Fanfictions: 29/29 completed

Illustrations: 29/29 completed

Huge shoutout to @ynyseira who compiled these prompts, and set me on a journey to insanity creativity ❤️

Imagine- Dating Aesop Sharp

It took quite a while to convince Aesop to take a chance on a relationship with you.

Patiently rebutted all of his arguments about why you guys shouldn’t be together: He was a cripple, too old for you, would ruin your reputation for being with a washed up Auror and your former Professor. Not that any of that mattered to you, you loved him just as he was, nor did you particularly care what anyone else thought. 

Once he finally gave in, he would take his time to court you properly (Minus the fact you both have a hard time keeping your hands off each other, heavy make out sessions were very common)

Walks in the gardens, in the forests, long talks in his office, small gifts - potions and salves he makes for your cuts, bruises and aches you always seem to collect while adventuring in the area.

In turn, you would gather ingredients for him, especially ones that were notoriously hard to get a hold of. There was no mountain too high or cave too deep that you wouldn’t venture into in order to procure what you needed.

You would help him develop salves for his leg that would keep the pain at bay for longer periods of time. There was most likely no cure, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t keep perfecting pain management.

Massaging his leg on particularly bad nights before rubbing in pain salves and other salves to help the muscle surrounding the affected area relax. It had taken you forever to convince him to allow you to do this for him, that he wasn’t a burden and you wanted to help take care of him.

You loved the way that he would take charge, how he would pull her into his arms, how she felt safe, loved, protected.

He drove you wild when he would pick you up and pin you against the wall. You loved the feel of him against you, being able to feel every inch of him.

But what you loved most of all is when he would finally let go of his self control - usually after hours of teasing him. His growl always sent a thrill racing through you. 

thinking about logan only being soft with you.

when you first met him, you didn't think there was a soft bone in that man's body. all broken glass and rough edges, forced to tip-toe around trauma that you couldn't see and he wouldn't talk about. he was like that with everyone, though - and that's what you tried to tell yourself when it bothered you when he didn't return a hello, a smile, a wave...

until he did.

it was at night, after a long day. the rest of the crew that day was asleep and had been for hours. you sat in the kitchen - staring at nothing, and thinking about nothing - with a glass of whisky in hand. you weren't supposed to have it, especially not where the students could access it - but after a day like today? you figured it could slide.

logan had ventured in not too long after, much to your surprise. you didn't know he had trouble sleeping, even though you probably should've. you don't have rage like that without chasing ghosts everyday. he ignored your presence (no surprise there), and went straight for the fridge.

he usually ignores greetings, but would he ignore whisky?

"want something stronger?" you asked with his back turned to you.

he stayed still and silent for a moment, then cocked the side of his head over your shoulder.

when he brought over his own glass, you filled it with three fingers worth. you didn't want to bother him with small talk, especially after he had pounded his glass and you refilled it. he wasn't in much of a mood to talk, and you weren't in much of a mood for him to glare at you if you asked the wrong question. the silence wasn't the slightest bit comfortable, but you both had too many ghosts behind your eyes it seemed t see what the other had to share.

when you finished your glass, you slid the bottle towards him. "i'm heading to bed. finish it, if you want - or lock it up when you're done."

he only nodded in response, the day's exhaustion weighing heavy in his eyes.

after you had retreated back to your room, a few minutes or so had passed before you heard a knocking at your door. you were wearing your pajamas - shorts and a tiny sweatshirt - but at this hour? you were only worried if a student was hurt or needed help.

to your relief - and dismay - logan appeared when you opened the door.

"returning this," logan grunted, handing you the bottle.

"thanks," you spoke.

he stood there for a few moments after he nodded, silent, and you weren't sure why. maybe it was the whisky, maybe it was the lack of sleep... you weren't sure. in your case, it was both - and both were the reasons you asked, "do you... want to come in?"

he kept his brow lowered, but his gaze flicked up to meet yours. you barely interacted with him... you didn't know what he was thinking, and you figured he couldn't tell what you were thinking.

"it's hard sleeping alone," you admitted, holding his gaze.

his jaw tightened as he slowly nodded, understanding greeting his features. he followed you into your room, shutting the door behind you. he stripped himself down to his boxers and white tank top, and you tried not to stare. he was so damn handsome, but you couldn't make this weird. you just couldn't. sometimes talking didn't do anything, especially not when two broken people just want to be held.

when you both slipped beneath the sheets, your back turned to him, you pulled the sheets over the both of you. he settled in behind you, wrapping a strong arm around your midsection, tugging you up and against his strong chest. your ass rested on his thick thighs, and all you could feel was heat. not the heat that a space heater, blanket, or shower provided - but real heat. the kind that cured loneliness when you're not sure who you're missing. the kind that doesn't make the bed feel so big and empty when you have to get through the next day. the kind that makes you forget about every single fucking ghost you struggled to forget and remember at the same time...

and when he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, the feeling of his soft breaths sent shivers up and down every nerve ending. it was okay. everything was okay. you could feel it - it was tangible, and nothing and no one could take that away from you. bumps rose on every inch of your skin, but you welcomed the foreign feeling. your heart was blooming with adrenaline and excitement, but the exhaustion and the comfort was stronger. for the first time in what felt like forever - there was peace, and you almost couldn't believe it came in the form of the least peaceful man you had ever had the pleasure and displeasure of becoming acquainted with.

you rested your arm on top of his as you scooted back into him, letting your eyes drift closed. "goodnight, logan."

he pulled you closer. "goodnight, darlin'."

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"goodnight moon" lolololololool -L xoxox

Troublemakers ~ Aesop Sharp x Gaunt!Reader

Summary: Just a little story of Aesop and his best friend and childhood sweetheart going on an adventure that turns out to be more than they could take on, which ends up as one of the catalysts between them losing contact after Hogwarts… Only to end up meeting against, at the most unlikely of places, over a decade later.

“I am SO bored.” Y/N sighed dramatically, plopping on the couch next to her best friend, Aesop Sharp, a particularly brilliant half-blood that excelled in DADA and Potions especially. It was no surprise that the two would always pair up for Potions, they were a terrific duo and the teacher always praised them. “Not much room for new adventures, unfortunately.” the boy with long, chestnut hair nodded his head in agreement. “There is so much exploring to do at Hogwarts, but we’re stuck here, with no lead.” Y/N suddenly turned to her friend, grabbing him with the arms desperately. “You’re the future Auror, aren’t you? You’re supposed to smell danger and adventure! Do something!” the poor boy looked weirdly at her, putting his hand over her wrists and suspending them in mid-air. “Calm down, you little troublemaker, I’ll think of something. I  always do, don’t I?” he offered a mischievous smirk. “Now, how about you stop bothering me and you do something useful with that energy of yours - Like, for example, retrieving THAT book you promised me?” no doubt, he was referring to her having promised to sneak into the restricted section of the library to find more advanced potions and dark arts spell books. After all, how better to know how to guard yourself against the dark arts, if not by learning about them? That is an Auror’s job. “Right. I almost forgot.” the girl muttered, nodding lightly. “A’ight! What’s the time… Ah, yes, just the perfect time for a raid. I’ll see you tomorrow - At our spot.”

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