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Tess' Sharpuary - 10. Breakfast

Sweet brekafast is served in Hogwarts on Sunday, which is incredily popular with the students. A certain potions master appreciates so as well.

chapter specific tags: slice of life, fluff-ish, friendship

relationships: aesop sharp x reader (alluded to), aesop sharp & dinah hecat

10. Breakfast (1k)

tw: none

“Your lip, dear” said Dinah Hecat next to him, smiling into her cup of tea. Aesop used his fingers to wipe at his lips, quickly discovering that a dusting of fine sugar remained there from his meal. He licked the sugar from his digits unceremoniously, making his friend chuckle. “What?” he asked with a lifted brow but got no answer. Deciding not to focus on it too much, his hand reached for another scone. He brought it to his mouth and nose, breathing in its sweet smell before he proceeded to bite into the treat happily.

His eyes closed shut as flavour exploded on his tongue. The pastry itself was soft and incredibly fluffy, only lightly sweet, and sticking to the roof of his mouth somewhat. The generous filling of strawberry jam and whipped cream played a delicious symphony, the strawberry’s cheerfully wild sweetness mellowed by the airy, incredibly light and cool whipped cream, a hint of vanilla slowly creeping in and filling his senses. He wasn’t able to stop the deeply appreciative sound that hummed its way through his chest.

Dinah finally stopped pretending to read the Daily Prophet and turned to face him: “I swear to Merlin, Aesop, you’re looking forward to the sweet Sunday breakfast more than the students are!” Aesop chuckled but didn’t reply as his mouth was currently full of the sugary pastry. There was nothing quite like the Sunday breakfast at Hogwarts. It was served until ten o‘clock, so he had the luxury of sleeping in a bit, and most of the items weren’t usually served on any other day, as this amount of sugar was highly counterproductive to the students’ focus in class, the staff found.

Therefore, Sunday was something the majority of people in the castle looked forward to, the staff included. And Aesop, as Dinah liked to tease, most of all. However, that was just his sweet tooth, rather than any sort of aversion towards the goodies the house elves normally served them.

No full English breakfast could ever hold a candle to the breakfast readily available in the castle every day, and the smell of perfectly brown toast and eggs scrambled to perfection could be smelled long before one actually entered the Great Hall. It was enough to make many students visibly increase their pace in the morning, even those who looked like they were a mere pillow away from creating a make-do little nest right on one of the benches in the Viaduct courtyard and going right back to sleep.

It was a big change, having breakfast every single day. Back in his Auror days, Aesop scarcely had the time to make one in the morning before he had to go to work, and would maybe make some for himself on the weekend. After his injury, well, he did try to start his day off with at least a hard-boiled egg and toast, but usually just settled for a cup of tea. The firm routine of eating at Hogwarts actually forced him to exercise as much as he was able to with his maimed leg, as otherwise he’d be forced to enlarge his clothes. It took a while for him to adjust, but once he did, everything began feeling normal. Comfortable, actually. 

“You make it look like you haven’t had anything sweet in years, not less than a day ago,” Dinah spoke, pulling him out of his thoughts. He washed his last bite down with several sips of tea and turned his head towards her once more: “Hm? How would you know? I don’t remember eating anything sweet here yesterday.” Dinah’s eyes held a mischievous sparkle as she rested her face on her hand, and Aesop immediately regretted saying anything.

“Maybe not here, but I saw one of my Ravenclaws ascending the stairs from the kitchens, and then going in the direction of Faculty Tower, rather than the Ravenclaw one. So I figured she was either sneaking you some sweets from the kitchen, or she went to see Noreen about an injury she received in the Hufflepuff common room. One, for some reason, feels slightly more probable than the other.” Aesop cleared his throat. Dinah’s perception was as brilliant as it was maddening, and she knew there was something more going on between him and the now Seventh-year Ravenclaw that met the eye… And it felt like she’s known so for longer than Aesop himself. Simply maddening. It was as if she was teasing him over an innocent school crush, absolutely nonchalant about the fact that this ‘crush’ was on one of their students… 

Not to mention Aesop feared he was long past a mere crush…

“Just so you know, I do not ask her to sneak me sweets from the house elves,” he said instead, rather flatly and dumbly, prompting her to chuckle. The potions master willed his body from rushing blood into his cheeks, and his hand from crushing the scone and aking a mess of his robes. Merlin’s beard, if he was going to get this grilled every day after he’s had tea with the young woman, he might as well begin taking his breakfast in his room. Seeing just how often he met the girl and therefore provided Dinah with ammunition for further teasing, it might actually be a preferable solution. .

“I’m only teasing you a bit, dear, no need to get so defensive,” Dinah said, attempting to placate him as if she heard his little mental tirade, “just make sure you get some vegetables and meat inside your belly as well. Not even you can exist solely on scones and biscuits. I’m almost afraid to ask whether you’ve already tried so...”

The potions master couldn’t hold back a small chuckle of his own.

“Perhaps not,” he said, “but they work simply marvellously for breakfast.”

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Thank you so much for reading ❤

[Ao3] - [Sharpuary 2024] - [Masterlist]

Could you write one where the professors have been drinking. There is an attraction between Aesop and Mirabel that has been growing for some time. With the help of alcohol they pick up the courage to act on it. One of them makes the first move and it goes on from there ... It can be quiet explicit 🫣 (it's of course consensual. No one is too drunk to make things they do not want to)

Thank you :)))

Well, this was fun to write! Hope this is what you wanted, enjoy!

Word count – 3.5k

Warnings – Smut (🔞 MDNI), PiV, Oral F!Receiving, M!Receiving, alcohol, consensual mutual longing fulfilled

The Christmas holidays arrived not a moment too soon, and Aesop Sharp sat comfortably in the company of his fellow professors in the Three Broomsticks, sipping slowly from a tankard of butterbeer, listening as Abraham regaled them all with a hilarious tale about a Hippogriff and a Centaur.

Though it was tradition for the professors to get together at the end of each term to drink away their stress, this year’s gathering was somewhat more forced than those previous.

Some student or three, clearly overtaken with festive joy and embodying the spirit of Peeves, had decided to plant several hundred Dungbombs throughout the entire school and set them off simultaneously. Aesop had a very good idea who the culprits were, though without proof, there was little he could do other than glare at the Sallow twins and their Gaunt friend as they left the castle for Feldcroft, the three of them in fits of laughter.

The stench had permeated the castle, causing a mass evacuation. Only Mr Moon remained behind, armed with the Bubble-Head charm and a mop to clean up the mess. The stampede of students had almost caused injury, and it was fortunate that only a handful of students were staying over the Christmas break. The kindly villagers of Hogsmeade had happily agreed to house the professors and students for the night, and the professors were rooming in the Three Broomsticks.

Aesop glanced across the table, his eyes lighting on the lithe Mirabel Garlick, barely twenty and giggling as Abraham finished his tale with gusto, arms flung wide to emphasise the punchline. Aesop chuckled politely, but if he was being honest with himself, his attention had not been on the Charms Professor at all.

Over and over through the night, his gaze had been drawn to the young Herbology Professor. She had rid herself of her usual green robes and wide-brimmed hat, wearing instead a beautiful little number of peach and cream that complimented her skin and hair beautifully. And Merlin… her hair. Down to her hips and a luscious, almost fiery red, she’d taken it out of her traditional plaits and wound it into an elegant braid that wove around her head, thin tendrils escaping as the night wore on to frame her face prettily.

Aesop caught himself staring and busied himself with his tankard as his fellow professors continued laughing at Abraham’s tale. He shouldn’t feel this way. Mirabel had been his student three years ago, for Merlin’s sake! Even then, her graceful movements and measured, gentle speech had caught his attention, and he’d had to take special care to be as gruff and stoic with her as he was with all his students. Perhaps moreso than usual.

But she wasn’t a student any more. She was a woman, a beautiful, elegant woman, passionate about her subject and fearless in the face of deadly plants. He’d known women like her before when he was an Auror, quietly confident and full of vigour, until the demands of the job left them haggard, insane, injured or dead.

No such dangers presented themselves to a Herbology Professor. Aesop raised his tankard to his lips, irritated to find it empty. He waved to Sirona for a refill, his gaze landing on Mirabel again.

Merlin… she was enchanting. But he was twice her age, scarred and limping, grumpy and irritable. Though their brief conversations over breakfast or in the hallways indicated that they were nothing more than friendly colleagues, he couldn’t help but wonder if such a beauty would ever look at him in any other way than simply contemporaries.

He winced, accepting the tankard Sirona handed him. He shouldn’t think like that. She was too young, too pure, too beautiful for the likes of him. But all the same, images slid into his mind. Images of her amongst her plants, images of her carrying a basket of ingredients to his classroom, images of her doing so wearing absolutely nothing at all.

“Well, this has been delightful as always,” Matilda said, jerking him out of his musings. “However, I feel I must retire, I have a long journey ahead of me tomorrow.”

“Ah, the famous Weasley family Christmas,” Abraham chortled. “Do give Garreth my fond regards, he’s certainly been inventive with his charms this year.”

“Inventive is definitely a word for it,” Aesop muttered, remembering the six melted cauldrons and eighteen explosions the Gryffindor had caused in this term alone.

Matilda chuckled, raising a hand in farewell as she made for the stairs. Beside him, Chiyo Kogawa stretched and yawned.

“It is getting late,” she said. “I don’t really want to be hungover for my flight tomorrow.” With a wave, she rose and followed Matilda.

One by one, the other professors finished their drinks and made their way up to their rooms, until it was only Aesop and Mirabel left. She nursed her gillywater, nibbling her lip, before casting a shy glance his way.

“I suppose we should get to bed too,” she said.

Aesop nodded, trying hard not to picture her lying naked in the long grass of the fields just outside Hogsmeade, her form highlighted in silver moonlight. “I’ll be here a little longer. Don’t stay on my account.”

A smile touched her lips. “I’d like to,” she said. “I have to say, I don’t really want to go up yet. I’ve been enjoying the conversation.”

Aesop tightened his grip on his tankard. Now he wanted to think of a topic, a conversation starter, something that would keep her here with him. But what could he say? What would she find interesting? He barely knew a thing about the young professor, much less anything that would keep her here, sitting opposite him in the dimly lit tavern. As if she’d be interested in an old cripple like him.

Mirabel drained her gillywater and passed him a shy smile, before rising and heading to the bar. Aesop cursed under his breath. He mustn’t think the way he’d been thinking all evening, she was too young, too sweet, too pure for him to do all the things he wanted to. She wouldn’t even be interested. She would be entranced by some young buck her age, someone fresh and eager and wholly inexperienced.

But then… perhaps he’d imagined it, but the way she’d look at him sometimes, the soft, lingering glances she passed him in the Great Hall, the shy smiles she’d gifted him when she brought him ingredients from her greenhouses… perhaps he was reading too much into it. A man his age shouldn’t indulge in fancies of the mind. He should know better.

Mirabel returned with two generous glasses of firewhiskey, grinning a little. Aesop raised a brow as she set them on the table.

“I guessed you might like this,” she said, sliding one over to him, bending over and gifting him a generous glance of her cleavage. She’d guessed right. He was surprised. He was even more surprised when she didn’t take her seat again, but elected to squidge up beside him on the bench, despite there being several empty chairs around the scrubbed wooden table. Aesop’s breath caught as her slender thigh bumped up against his own, and she turned to him.

“Sorry,” she said. “That’s your bad leg, isn’t it? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“It’s fine,” he managed. “Thank you for the drink.”

“It’s a favourite of mine,” she said, picking up her whiskey. “I try not to indulge too much, but it’s the holidays. Why not?”

“Why not indeed?” he said. Merlin, she was incredibly close, her leg resting against his, her shoulder rubbing against his arm as she set her glass back on the table. He turned his head, inhaling subtly. Her hair smelled of roses and fresh earth. He caught himself and turned away, busying himself with his drink.

Silence bloomed between them, their hands wrapped around their glasses, a slow tension gathering in the air around them.

“Forgive me,” Mirabel said, her voice so low it was almost lost in the chatter of the pub. “I… I feel like if I don’t say something, I’ll burst.”

Aesop swallowed. “What would you like to talk about? My knowledge of plants is limited to their uses in potions, I’m afraid.”

She loosed a soft laugh. “Not that,” she said. “Not work. Although… I suppose it’s related to work, in a way.”

“Trouble with students?” Aesop said. He felt he knew where the conversation was headed, and a part of him pushed out, eager for it to continue, keen for her to say what he needed to hear. The other, larger part tried to be sensible, telling him not to get his hopes up, to stop mooning after her like a lovestruck diricawl, that it could never happen, it shouldn’t happen, it was impossible-

“I like you,” Mirabel said, softly. “As more than a colleague. More than a friend. I have for a while, now.” She glanced at her glass. “It’s just a shame it’s taken until now for me to find the courage to say it.”

Aesop sat stunned. He’d been right. The glances and smiles and lingering looks hadn’t been his imagination. She liked him. Another vision of her naked before him rose in his mind, only this time, she was writhing under his hands, caught and wailing in ecstasy on his cock. He shook himself. Merlin, she was so young and beautiful, he’d almost forgotten what suppleness a youthful body had…

“Aesop?” she shifted, turning to him. He’d been silent for nearly half a minute. “I… I’m sorry, if I’ve made things awkward, I didn’t mean to. I-I’m sure I can get over this, it’s just a crush, I don’t want to be unprofessional, or-”

Aesop set his glass down on the table with a thunk. His hand moved from the glass to her cheek, turning her face to his. Her darkly green eyes went wide as the pads of his fingers slipped behind her ear, the corner of her jaw, sliding into her hair.

His lips parted, a storm of words fighting to be let free, to stumble over his tongue and entrance her, but they jumbled and jammed behind his teeth, rendering him mute. With nothing else to do, he leaned in and kissed her.

It was soft, it was hesitant, and it was perfect. Her lips were pillowy and firm, curving around his, lighting a fire in his belly that he hadn’t felt since he was her age. But he pulled back, acutely aware of the stubble on his jaw, wishing he’d shaved, cringing inside at how scratchy and uncomfortable it must be for her.

Then her hands were winding into his hair and she was pulling him close again, kissing him passionately. He loosed a soft sigh, his hand dropping to her hip, feeling the soft cotton of her dress, the heat of her skin beneath it as her breath rushed over her lips.

“Oh… Aesop…” she whispered. “I hadn’t dared to hope… I-I’ve liked you for so long…”

He couldn’t speak. If a wand had been held to his throat, he couldn’t conjure a single word to say. He let his actions speak for him, drawing her close to kiss her again, elated by the gentle sigh she released, his hands roving over her back, her hips, her legs, legs that parted as she leaned into him, her hand digging into his hair, his neck, her fingers slipping under his collar.

“N-not here,” she whispered. “Aesop… upstairs, quickly.”

With the speed of a much younger man, he was on his feet, drawing her up, a hand at her waist, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin, her wide, bright eyes, her parted, perfect lips.

“Are you certain?” he asked.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she replied, gazing at him with such longing that he almost bent her over the table right then and there. “Please, Aesop, I want you.”

He set his jaw and took her hand, leading her to the stairs, bounding up them with an energy he didn’t know he could possess. Even his leg didn’t seem to pain him, the only sensation he was aware of being her hand in his, her delicate fingers wrapped around his.

They tumbled into his tiny room, with space enough only for a narrow bed, a wardrobe and a miniscule beside cabinet.

“Mirabel…” he whispered as she wound her arms around his neck, the word a song, a sonnet, a perfect poem he couldn’t have versed without her there before him. “We shouldn’t.”

He kissed her fiercely, his words contrasting sharply with his exploring hands, feeling each tender curve of her figure, flying over her hips, her back, and Merlin, her breasts. Small and perfect, barely fitting in his hands. He tightened the curve of his palms, and she moaned softly.

Aesop shivered, his lips insistent against hers as she melted under his touch, and he didn’t think he could stop if he tried. All the same, he tried to resist, tried to remind himself of her inexperience, her youth. All was lost as he was captivated by her beauty, her grace, her elegance, and her complete and total need for him.

Her hands were in his hair again, kissing him with a near desperation, pressing her body against his.

“I want to,” she almost whined. “Aesop, please, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

With a low growl, he walked her back to the bed, his hands catching her as her knees hit the mattress and she lost her balance with a squeak, clutching his shoulders. He laid her down, climbing atop her, staring down at her stunning form, breathless and needy beneath him. Her hands rose, scrabbling at his shirt collar, his waistcoat, his suit jacket. He shed these last two and tossed them aside, unable to keep his hands off her for more than a moment.

She whimpered softly as he brushed his hands over her breasts again, her hair coming loose from its braid, her nipples stiffening even through the cotton. Giving himself over to temptation, Aesop took hold of the boddice of her dress and tore it apart, revealing the perfect rosebuds to the cold winter air, flushed and red at their tips. He didn’t wait, but bent his head to her breasts, taking each of the soft peaks into his mouth, winding his tongue around them as her back arched, a symphony of eager sounds rising from her throat.

He fought a low groan as she gasped and writhed under him, trying to ignore the insistent hardness growing in his trousers, begging to be attended to as she whined and bucked under him, her hands in his hair again, holding him against her breasts. But that wasn’t all he wanted from her. If this was going to happen, if he was going to cross the boundary between colleagues that should never be crossed, he shouldn’t just dip his feet in the water. He should throw himself body and soul over the threshold, and damn the consequences.

He raised his head, finding her lips again and pressing his chest to hers, kissing her desperately as her legs fell apart, her hips tucking up to him as she fought with his shirt buttons.

“Aesop… Aesop… please, I need you…”

The words were music, a spell, a captivation. He tore his shirt from his frame, and her hands fell to his chest, digging into his flesh as she explored over the dark hair spreading over his muscle, flickering over his nipples and dipping down to his stomach, losing some definition with his age, but tensing all the same.

Merlin, what was he doing? Kissing an eager young woman that wanted him, some scarred and limping ex-Auror, as if she truly wanted what he was giving her, and not acting out of some cruel joke. He gritted his teeth as her hand found its way into his trousers, gracing along his length and sending sharp lines of fire over his back. His hips flexed instinctively, pushing into her hand as his breath rushed over her neck, and he bit at her soft skin, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Mirabel gasped, her grip tightening on his cock as he slavered over her neck.

It wasn’t enough. He had to show her he was better than any of those inept louts that might seek her affection. He tugged at the skirt of her dress, drawing it up over her hips, revealing slender, pale legs, perfectly shaped, encased in luscious, white stockings that almost sent him into a stupor.

Growling under his breath, Aesop took hold of her white, cotton underwear and pulled it down, revealing velvety folds almost hidden by soft brown curls, darker than her long plaits, but hiding a fire nonetheless. Mirabel gasped and whimpered, pushing her hips up.

“Aesop, please…” she whined. “Please, touch me, I need it, I need you.”

He was only too happy to oblige her. He’d fantasised about it for most of the last calendar year after all. He brushed his fingers over the silken folds, gently pushing them back to expose her clit, already engorged and begging for attention. No young wizard, wet behind he ears and thinking with his cock could do this for her. He dipped his fingers over the slick at her entrance and drew it over her nub, easing the soft swirls his fingers made against her.

And Merlin, the sounds she made as he pleased her. Mirabel threw her head back to the pillow, her mouth agape as she gasped and moaned, and Aesop allowed himself a small grin. She hadn’t seen anything yet.

He lowered his head between her quivering thighs as he slid two fingers into her dripping entrance, sealing his lips against her clit as he curled his fingers up, pressing against the place he knew would give her the most pleasure.

Mirabel almost screamed, her hips jerking up to meet him as Aesop thrust his fingers inside her, his tongue working over her clit, captured and held prisoner between his lips.

“Aesop… Aesop… Aesop!” she gasped, her voice rising in pitch and urgency as she rutted against his lips and fingers, her delicate hands gripping fistfuls of the bedsheets, and his name on her lips lit the fiercest fire in his chest, his own need for her almost overwhelming until she howled, her whole body tensing under his ministrations, clenching around his fingers.

She fell back, gasping as he rose to her, his stubble slick with her pleasure as she kissed him.

“Let me…” she panted, a hand braced against his chest, turning him, lying him down. “Please, let me.”

A sudden nervousness rose in him as she laid him down, her bright eyes clouded with lingering bliss. Her hands fumbled at his belt, and he was reminded of her youth, her inexperience, her…

Aesop gasped as she drew his cock out and dived down, wrapping her plump lips around the head of him. Merlin, she’d either sucked a thousand cocks or read enough books to give her the same experience, for each movement against him was glory personified, each swipe of her tongue a jolt of electricity, each gentle suck and breath enough to drive every coherent thought from his head. He sank back to the pillow, his eyes rolling back, his hand finding the silken strands of her glorious hair as she drew sounds he never knew he could make from his throat.

He tightened his fingers in her hair, drawing her back up to his face, his cock sliding from her lips with a gentle pop. He kissed her ferociously, winding his arms around her, turning so she was on her back, pushing her beautiful legs apart. He had to fuck her. He had to make her his, now. Nothing could stop him, not fire, not snow, not even Merlin himself.

He tucked an arm under her head, gracing her with eager, passionate kisses as he aligned himself.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Merlin, yes,” Mirabel whined. “Aesop, I need you.”

He didn’t dare stop to think. He slammed his hips forward, entering a heaven of fire and sodden satin that sent his mind scattering to a place he had no hope of pulling it back from. Aesop thrust into her, encouraged by her soft yelps and exclamations, taking care to angle up, hitting every core inside her as his own pleasure built, each pump of his cock sending thrills rushing over his stomach and chest, drawing together and condensing in his balls as he slapped them against her perfect arse.

His orgasm was sudden and intense, driving the breath from him as Mirabel wailed and writhed under him, her hips slamming up to meet him as she tightened around his cock, increasing his pleasure as they came together, his face in her hair, her nails digging into his back.

He shuddered and crumpled atop her, trying to control his breathing as Mirabel whimpered and gasped in his ear, her arms locked around him.

“Aesop… oh, Aesop, that was…” she let loose a soft laugh. “Oh, Merlin, that was everything I ever hoped it would be.”

He raised his head, grinning a little as he graced her soft lips with a gentle kiss.

“That was only the beginning,” he murmured. “We have the rest of the year yet, my dear.”

Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit

Summary: Nothing is created from nothing but Aesop and Katherine Sharp do something. A short story about mutual self-giving and its blessing.

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| Part 2 |

Chapter 1: New Life Ahead

My hands ran through his smooth hair, the sun shining softly through the cream-colored curtains illuminating our naked bodies. His head was lying in my lap, while I sat upright; granting my body a change of position, after having lain horizontally for far too long. Aesop was clearly enjoying my ministrations, showing his approval through occasional low groans and kisses his lips pressed against my legs which were acting as his pillow.

His dark eyes were closed; a frown revealing that something was bothering him. I let one of my hands slide down from his neck to his back, humming calmingly.

“What is it that is bothering you?” My question made the frowning cease, signaling that he most likely wasn’t aware he had been frowning in the first place.

His answer came with a dark gruff. “I don’t want our honeymoon to end.”

A smile he did not see came involuntarily over my lips.

“We’ll have to get back, but that does not mean that we won’t have time to us. Think about all the positive changes that are awaiting us – we will be sharing rooms. We will take our usual walks around the Castel grounds, keep our dueling skills up to par, brew some necessary and some experimental potions; we will have our time in front of the fireplace, reading, talking, drinking our favorite blend of tea; we will be able to kiss, touch and look at each other in public without it being frowned upon – all of that without going separate ways at night. Instead, we’ll bathe before lying down in the same bed. Our honeymoon was only the beginning, darling.”

He nuzzled my thigh lazily before opening his eyes, raising his head and propping himself up on his forearms; eyes shining untypically mischievously. “You being the only comfort after having had a tedious day surrounded by unskilled teenagers, will undoubtedly result in having to tie you down.” This time he saw the smile I bestowed upon him.

“Sounds promising to me. You’re just forgetting one thing.” I let the words hang in the air, moving so that my breasts were pressed against his back, my mouth at his ear, and my loins atop his solid buttocks. He followed me with his head until his nose was in line with the curve of his shoulders.

“That is?”

My lips touched his left shoulder, while my hands roamed over his sides. “You’ll sometimes find solace in being tied down.” My womanhood sought delicious friction against his backside, making a growl leave his throat before suddenly taking back the upper hand by pushing me down into the mattress. He looked down at me, his lips slightly pursed in order to hide his arising smirk. He looked at me for a while, his features becoming softer, his eyes assured. “I find solace in knowing you love me, Katherine. Your love is like a lily among thorns. I find solace in the paradise that lies hidden between those elegant pillars of marble which are your legs; marble that somehow is softer, warmer and more inviting than anything I might imagine. I find solace in your kisses, which are sweeter than the purest wine. It is your very own smell that embraces me gifting comfort, your very own voice which calls out to my soul. I don’t tell you enough how much I care for you, sweetheart.”

I had been prepared for playful wrestling, for passionate conquest, or for an amused inquisition, but certainly not for such a poetic confession of dedication. I could not fight the urge to let my hand glide along his bristly jawline, taking in his handsome scared face with my eyes, feeling his fingers brush my lips adoringly. There was no deceitfulness in his eyes, nothing that would render his words lie. Despite not knowing what earned me this affection, I took it willingly and protected it with all I was. I did not kiss his exploring finger, letting him feel every curve and brim of the supple lip he was caressing instead.

When he leaned down there was no question as to where my hands would find hold – they instinctively found their way into his hair once more, pulling his naked person closer. His hairy chest – which I loved beyond words and usually invited me to bury my nose in it – rubbed against my bare one. His lips reached mine, capturing them in a kiss which seemed to have the purpose of conveying the truthfulness of his feelings, leaving me moaning into his mouth. He yearned for me as I yearned for him, there was no doubt. Aesop’s strong hand wrapped around my shoulder, his wedding band reminding me of our commitment. I was completely his and he was mine.

“You show it.” My words were repaid with a kiss to the forehead; his baritone vibrating through me, when the promise left him. “I intend on continuing doing so.”

He lowered his head, and the next thing I felt was his mouth closing around one of my exposed buds. I couldn't control my reaction, could not stop myself from moaning and my back from leaving the bed seeking more of his attention. The arousal was coursing through my body in a tingling fashion, seeking to be enhanced and stilled simultaneously by calling for more. More pressure, more intensity, more Aesop.

“Aesop...” My hips were already seeking his, but he took his time, mapping out the body below him with care. His nose, his mouth, his fingers – they seemed to be everywhere and yet not where I would like them to be. My wrangling and sighing did not bother him, he continued – his stubbly cheek rubbing against my stomach. When his tongue touched my navel, I whimpered. “Please...” He followed my pleading, pushing a kiss above my mons pubis before going lower and granting my labia the same soft kiss. He was admiring this body he had spent the last month discovering, making me realize that being the center of his attention was intoxicating.

“It’s unfortunate you cannot see yourself through my eyes, take in your scent like I do, feel your soft skin below rougher hands of your own. You’re utterly captivating.” His words – spoken between my legs which now seemed like a gate opened in invitation – were soft but not lacking in intensity. As if receiving the adoration of a capable and intelligent man such as Aesop would not be arousing enough, it being declared near my center aided his ministrations by vibrating through my core. It came suddenly – the enthusiastic diving in of his face between my thighs. His tongue did not seek out my clitoris but explored my entrance instead. He probed the inside of my labia, danced around my bud with a flattened tongue. My body tensed – I was ready for him to take me, to invade my body with his aroused manhood. I did not care whether I sounded wanton or desperate – I was both for him, after all.

“Please, Aesop, please... take me! Fill me!... Fuck me.” I was so lost in his lovemaking, that I failed to see his facial expression. What I did notice was his groan, his hands gripping my legs possessively, before one of those entered me with two fingers. No longer was I capable of rational thought, becoming a puddle of euphoric emotions which led to my complete submission. It took me great effort to open my eyes, but seeing the intense look on his face was worth it. Gripping his arm, I pulled it nearer – guiding his fingers deeper into me. My moaning became background noise, his fingers moving inside of me the focus of my enthrallment.

My trust in him was the only thing that allowed me to show my vulnerability in such moments; the knowledge that my loss of control was his desire everything I needed to freely fall.

“Let go, love.” His instruction was followed by him covering my clit with his tongue, eager to bring pleasure about without losing its sensual slow pace. It did not take long for him to make me come undone, my body trembling and multiple little mewls escaping me.

He was above me before I managed to come back from the ecstasy inducing climax, gliding over my swollen pearl with the weeping head of his sex; fondling my entrance with it before sliding home. His eyes rolled back, his scarred but handsome face drawn into a mask of painful pleasure. He was helpless with need, burying his face in my neck, shoulders vibrating with the effort of gaining control.

He was seated deeply inside of me, his shuddering breath stimulating my need to comfort him through gifting him pleasure. Thrusting into me, he whimpered my name, stretching me to fill the void he wanted to conquer. His movements were slow but determined, calling a life-giving sweet rhythm into existence. “Oh, my sweet girl.” His deep moaning was reminiscent of dark velvet, his sweat mingling with mine; desperate cries leaving him telling me how much he needed me, how much he needed this.

My hips sought to meet his, to grant him the absence of pain and the abundance of healing intimacy. I kissed his scrubby cheek, pressed my nose against it, while letting him claim my very being. His forehead found mine, breath meeting breath. “I love you.” My declaration opened his lids, making me witness the hazy desire and complete surrender in his dark brown eyes. “I adore you”, he gasped, hitting a saccharine spot inside of me that made me clamp around him; leaving us both catching a breath.

The old game of entering and leaving became faster, my womanhood tightening around his manhood, begging him for release and his seed. His voice, strained with concentration, begged me to touch my breasts, to do what he couldn’t in the position we had chosen. I sought my nipples, trying to follow his advice and haunt down the fulfillment we were trying to seek in each other. When the waves finally clashed upon me, my aching longing dissolving, leaving me quivering and panting, they took him with me. Aesop’s groan went through my body, his nose finding mine. I felt him twitch, pumping his semen into my womb. He held himself above me for a short while, before lying down beside me – arm hiding his eyes. The rising and falling of his chest had me entranced, but I did not want to move before the passageway he had just coated with his essence stopped fluttering.

Thoughts started to slowly maneuver their way back into my mind, implanting questions, answers and wishes. I stayed silent, trying to enjoy the slow floating down from heights. It was Aesop who spoke first, arm still over his eyes. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

I looked at him, asking myself whether he was trying to underline the power I had over him, or wanting to open up about something else. “You make it sound torturous, despite me being quite sure of having done nothing to wound you.” The humor in my voice tucked at the corners of his mouth, teasing a smile out of him.

“No, wound me you did not. It’s the intensity of feelings you revive in me. Sometimes they seem peaceful like a warming fire at a beach, while they threaten to consume me at other times, nearly blinding me to everything else. I’ve loved you longer than I courted you, yet am I waiting for the intensity to cease.”

My smile turned bitter. “I don’t want it to cease, not much. I’m not running away from reality, and as such not falling for the lies some like to believe – the intensity will cease to some degree. I just doubt that I will ever be capable of looking at you without feeling drawn to you, and I do not wish for you to lose that yearning you feel for me either.”

He lowered his arm; thoughtful eyes taking in my disheveled and silently pleading self. Propping himself up on his side, he faced me, gaze softly tracing my features.

“I do not think me capable of breaking the pull you have on me, nor is it my intent. I cherish that you of all people, decided to bind yourself to a crippled grumpy old man such as myself.”

I could not halt the eye rolling, having heard his self-deprecating words far too often by now.

“For someone usually so confident and capable, you certainly have no awareness regarding the effect you have on the fairer sex. Aesop, I am no fool and I do not lack taste. If I chose you, it is because I think you capable in many aspects. I had many suitors, but none of them caught me off guard as you did. However irrational it might be to some, I came to the conclusion that we were meant to come together. I will not have you question your worth, especially not since I’m so flawed that I truly do not deserve to be placed on a pedestal.”

His clever strong veiny hand caught my chin; eyes suddenly hard as steel.

“I do not place you on a pedestal, Katherine. You are an extraordinary witch and woman, and I doubt anyone who crosses your path will question it. It does not mean that I do not recognize your shortcomings, I do, but it means that I am willing to live with those, because they do not clash with mine. We both have our blemishes, but they pale in comparison to what we are willing to offer one another.” His words flowed like a dark steady river, and as silky as his voice was, it was still intertwined with the same steel – the same sincerity – his gaze held.

Loosening his hold on my chin, once he felt certain I had taken in his words, he kissed my lips as if he wanted to place a bandage on a cut.

“We should eat out before returning to the Castel tonight”, he changed the topic. I closed my eyes, soothed by his assurance. “We should.”

ahhh your bag looks like it would be so heavy haha, but I definitely understanding wanting to be prepared & comfy over all! what are your fav beauty/personal care products to keep w you? I was esp looking at that Aesop hand cream bc I want one so badly but also am hesitant to spend the money on it 🥹

the weight is just a part of me now.. i am at peace ☮️

yeah i have the aesop cream is just for the scent, there are plenty of better alternatives out there for the actual moisturizing content. i also have the la roche posay triple repair moisturizing cream that i ADORE since my hands get so beat up. it’s only like $6 cheaper but u just need a tiny bit, so it wouldn’t be a frequent purchase like the aesop one, which is lighter weight. this all said, the aesop cream really does smell heavenly lol

i also usually carry some sort of cuticle oil with me, i think badger balm is what i’m using rn? also a travel size of my favorite perfumes, mojave ghost by byredo and what would love do from lush, and a whole slew of lip products: the bobbi brown tinted lip balm, a bite beauty lip crayon, a lip/cheek compact from rouge, and a nude matte gucci lipstick that i only own because it matched the rouge compact and i had a gift card… i would say the bobbi brown balm is the only one of these things i consider essential tho, the only tinted balm that’s even comparable in keeping my chapped lips from peeling off my face during the day is the nars one, and it’s just alright.

i live in a constant state of dehydration, so a good hand cream and lip balm are necessary items.. the rest is to satisfy my “what if” brain as i’m running out the door 😵‍💫😵‍💫

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.

your name: " ....... Aesop........ " Romantic or platonic?: " I.... I guess.... I'm fine with either?... I don't.... I don't know what for a difference there would be.... " A night in or dinner out or an activity?: "...p-please... a night in... I don't... really like going out... again... " Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: "..... I feel like either option sounds nice but.... I don't trust..... either.... not in this context... " What's your perfect date?: " ..... I... I don't really... know? I'm... I'm fine with anything really.... I... I haven't been on any dates before.... so... I really don't know.... " Would you cook for me?: " I can try " Would you let me cook for you?: " ........... no " Can we make-out?: " ah... I-I.... I mean..... I.... s-sure..... " <- He's embarrassed Make out in private or in public?: " ...private please. " Do you like to cuddle?: "........ yes..... " Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: " Uhm...... I... guess either option is okay....? " Couch or bed?: " .... that... depends on what you have in mind... " What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: " ..... reading... uhm..... sketching.... uhm.... does... does hunting count, too? " Tell me something about you no else knows: " ......... I think you already know more as enough about me that no one else knows... " Why do you want to be my valentine?: "........becauseIlikeyoualot..... and I want to spend time with you.... " <- and he's embarrassed again What makes you a good Valentine?: " we are together... I guess that... qualifies me for that... "

"My my, the difference is what I'm allowed to do. What I can say. Whether we're simply there as colleagues, or whether I can hold and kiss you.

"As adorable as ever, my little pup. And so shy. You're more than welcome to share your thoughts with me, dear, you know that.

"You do drive a hard bargain, my love. I can take a short day and we can spend the night inside, cuddling and laying together. A good kiss on the lips. Possibly more~

"Though, why so suspicious of my cooking, Aesop?"

Bit of a headache so not sure how much else I shall get to tonight but I really am proud of this board post I made so I wanted to share it. For context, Christian is petition for White King while Emma is in a coma. Warning for mention of Shaw’s child abuse.

So Emma and Christian’s father had given them, to quote Christian, little support. Shaw liked knowing that. Not for any nefarious or manipulative purposes, no, at least not against the Frosts. It was just that Shaw treated his own offspring much the same; he felt it fostered strength and self-reliance. The fact that these two had turned out so successful felt like validation to him for his own parenting methods. And if some of his own brood, or Winston’s, hadn’t been able to hack it? Then it further proved that ‘tough love’---or no love at all---was necessary to separate the wheat from the chaff, the water from the cream. When Christian started his story, Shaw almost told Christian to shut up and stop whining, but held back. Shaw had no patience for people who tried to use their own trauma and tragedy as a reason for why they should be entitled to anything, but he also knew that Christian knew that about him, and wouldn't be foolish enough to try to appeal to Shaw's nonexistent sympathy for such things. He must have some other point, somewhere else he was going with this. Shaw's faith in the White Bishop was rewarded. Because while Shaw didn't care how much someone had suffered, he DID care what they did about it. Anyone could suffer, it was a passive act, it took no talent or skill or determination. What you did after, though, that was the choice that mattered. Bringing it back to his own offspring, that was the same principal he took---he hurt them, and he wanted them to fight back. Submission from his little ones disgusted him, and only prompted further cruelty. Attempts at retaliation would be punished too, of course, but they made him smile with pride. Speaking of pride. . .Shaw had to admit, Christian had surprised him, and in a good way. Maybe it wasn’t his place, but he did feel proud of the boy. Man. Shaw wasn’t normally someone who indulged in vengeance, or believed that it was wise to do so. For instance, he wasn’t going to try to strike back at the X-Men for revenge, only if there was profit. Not even the one who killed his Harry, though if she crossed his path he’d take the opportunity. But in some cases. . . he understood. There were limits a man must have. Things he must not countenance. Debts he must not leave unpaid. Debts in blood, and fire, and death. Christian, it seemed, understood that as well. Shaw did note, though that Christian only did this once set free. He would have preferred to hear he freed himself. He did not say anything when Christian paused to drink, only waited for his continuation. He wanted to hear everything before he responded. And when Christian made his closing argument about whose head the others would be coming for. . . a smile spread slowly over Shaw’s face. Like it did when one of his children fought back. “I'll be honest,” he said, “I want to deny you just a bit more, make you persuade me further, but I can't find any grounds to. Aesop said, a tyrant shall always find a reason for his tyranny, but damned if I can come up with one." His smile became a grin, "Which was exactly what I was hoping for. It's as much an argument for you as anything from your own lips." At last he turned his gaze to his own glass; it was a testament to how Christian had held his attention that he hadn't done this before now. Like Christian, he swirled it first, and he clearly knew what he was doing. Some people didn’t know why you did that, they just did it because others did, but Shaw was a connoisseur of wine and spirits to rival a trained sommelier. The color, the opacity, the viscosity---this is where the swirling comes in, by the way---all this can tell you things about your wine without even tasting it. The swirling allowed one to see the color better, and it released the wine’s aroma, something that Shaw was even better at. He had an incredible nose for both the notes of alcohols and the notes of fragrances; his personal taste in cologne was impeccable, and he could compose beautiful custom fragrances for favored partners if he so chose to take the time. People looked at Shaw’s rough-hewn face and simian brow and broad shoulders and huge calloused hands with hair on the back, and they often thought he was the type of crass ape who bathed in cologne and didn’t know Dom Perignon from cheap swill, but he was in fact quite cultured and worked hard to be so. Initially, he had done so for others, to fit in with the rich crowd that had been new to him years ago. As unbelievable as it was for who Shaw was now, in the past he had initially been insecure about this new world and how he was looked at in it by those who had been there all their lives. Now, as its overlord within this organization, he instead cultivated these talents for himself, his own enjoyment. After all, he wasn’t going to sample pleasures without being able to get all he could out of them. He partook of the wine, then at last started on the meal. His portion was notably larger than Christian’s was; this wasn’t a slight on the part of the staff, merely accounting for Shaw’s massive and near-unceasing appetite. “We’ll have a formal announcement and induction ceremony, of course,” he said, as he twirled the pasta around his fork, “But consider this a yes. And you know I keep my word.” After digging into his plate a bit, he added, “I must say, I’m a bit offended you’re so certain I think with my dick though. Do you really think your sister being pretty is why she’s White Queen?” He spoke in present tense. As if she still occupied the title even in her current state.

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How I Smell Gooood (all bloody day).🌹🛁

I thought this would be fun to list the products I use and personally love. Especially when these damn stores open up again.

Perfumes🎀

Lancôme idole! I swear by this perfume when I say, this is worth the money! Two to three sprits and you’re good to go. I’ve had men and women complement my scent the most when I wear this perfume. Its a very clean scent with hints of jasmine & rose. It can also be refilled as well.

Muglar Aura! If you’re that type women that loves a more dark, musky smell but still want to smell feminine as hell, add this beauty to your shopping list. My lord, when I tell you this scent is sexy. The amount of times I’ve walked past people or even stood in their presence, the double takes are priceless. It can also be refilled.

Mugler Angel Muse! You’re a sweet & soft women? 🌸 Say no more. This is a sweet scented perfume but it doesn’t smell cheap. It has small hints of chocolate. It’s sounds weird but scent is so addictive and somewhat clean & slightly warm. It’s a very inviting smell. I can’t get enough of it. This is definitely perfect for spring/summer. It’s refillable too!

Eden Perfume! This is a very inexpensive perfume but it does not smell like one. I discovered this gem when i was shopping at my local Boots. I was really attractived to the shape of the bottle so i gave it a smell and that was how my relationship with this perfume began. The only way I explain the scent; imagine if Gucci and Chanel gave birth to a perfume-🥺 That’s my best description. It’s a very luxury scent. I spray this on after a shower or bath.

Deodorant🌸

There’s only one I’ve been using notoriously, Mitchum! I use the Fresh Power scent. I’m all about clean scents. This beauty doesn’t leave white marks and it’s really gentle on the skin. This is my secret weapon for when I wear open blouses or spaghetti vests/dresses.

Lotion🧴✨

Sleepy by Lush! It’s said that this lavender infused lotion is best used before bed to defeat insomnia but I use this product every god damn day. It’s so hydrating and it gives my brown skin that goddess glow! The smell! Oop! Quick fact; did you know lavender was just one of the scents that attract men? 👸🏿

Lipcare👄✨

I know. What does lipcare have to do with smelling good? Well, the lip balm I use smells like cherries. It’s from Glossier. And I kid-you-not, when I slap this on, people pick up the sweet cherry scent. Plus, if you have another half💗, they’ll love it!

Hand cream🤲🏿🧴✨

Aesop! I use the Rind Concentrate Body Balm because London winter seasons are not kind. It has an orange citrus scent. I get a lot of complements on this cream. Who knew a lot people loved the smell of oranges??

I might do more of these. This was very therapeutic to list. I hope this helps some of you. If anyone has any recommendations, please reblog and add to this.🥺💗 Let me learn your tips and tricks!

Vogue “In My Bag” (July 2021)

Following from her photoshoot and cover of Vogue UK in July, Margot also did a fun episode of their video series "In The Bag". You may recognise the backpack in the video as it's one of her favourites and some items she spoke about are those she has in previous interviews! Below is a list of everything I found. Chanel Zipped Coin Lambskin Purse Chanel Double Facettes Duo Mirror £32 Chanel Leather Chain Strap Backpack XouXou Emerald Strap Clear Case £23 Alpaca Keyring found on eBay & Amazon BurtsBees Tinted Lip Balm in Rose £5.99 Chanel Lipstick (Possibly Boy shade, I cannot be 100% certain. Picture is only for reference) Chanel La Crème Hand Cream £46 Dilmah Premium Ceylon Tea Aesop Immediate Moisture Facial Hydrosol £17.00 Bepanthen Nappy Care Ointment

1621.

If you were given a plane ticket for free right now to Florida, what part would you go to/what would you do? thats easy. disneyworld! and probably miami because ive never been

Do you prefer nail polish with sparkles in it, or matte colors? neither. i just like glossy or chrome

Are you the kind of person who makes a lot of lists? What kind? nope. i only ever make lists when i go grocery shopping

When you get upset, do you prefer to go to friends for support or to be left alone? Do you wallow or do you continue on with life? im happy with dealing with things on my own

Would you rather have the ability to speed up time, freeze time, or go back in time? go back in time without changing anything in the future

Have you ever had a teacher you got really close with? unfortunately i never did :( 

What are three things you wish you could go back and tell yourself 2 years ago? save save save

Which type of pattern/print is your favorite to wear? pretty much floral

What chain restaurant (Applebees, Ruby Tuesdays, Outback, etc..) is your favorite? hooters but they closed everywhere here. i miss the chicken wings and i cant find any places that are anything similar :(

What do you generally use Youtube for (music, specific types of videos)? vlogs, interviews, beauty stuff, music videos

In the summer, what type of shoes do you typically wear? flats, my fake birkenstocks, sandals

Would you rather get a new pair of heels or new running shoes/sneakers? sneakers for sure

Do you think plastic jewelry is cute or tacky or neither? it depends what it looks like

In the summer, would you rather have ice cream, water ice, or freeze pops? i dont really like any tbh. idk what water ice is though

Can you actually picture yourself getting married/having kids, or is that something that seems too distant in the future to imagine? yes. its time

Have you ever tailgated? Would you want to? like while driving? no because if u hit the car in front its instantly ur fault

What was the last thing to really really frustrate you? work

Is there some part of your personality that is generally thought of as a negative trait, but that you actually like/don’t mind about yourself? brutal honesty

When’s the last time you spent time with your cousins? i saw them just before christmas last year

What kind of lip balm do you use? i have a different brand littered everywhere. laniege at my bedside table, cocoskin at my vanity, aesop in my handbag (which is the most expensive and also the worst lip balm ever) and lanolips at work (my fave!)

Are you frustrated with anything? im content rn

Why did you fall for the last person romantically? idk, it just ended up that way

What’s your younger sibling’s name? rather not say

Can you speak in a different language conversationally; if so, which language? sure can :)

Do you ever fear of falling asleep? no? even at my most tired i wont fall asleep unless im in a bed

Do you have an idea of what kind of profession you’d like to have? nah

What’s the last thing you had to eat? pork adobo and rice

Would you rather eat all day or exercise all day? eat all day 

Which countries have you traveled to? too many to list. i listed them in another survey not long ago 

Which beach would you say is your favorite? santa monica. not even for the beach part, the sunsets there are amazing

When’s your birthday? 5 dec

What kind of cookie is your favorite? subway cookies

What is it that you really want right now? money!

Do you write? no

Is there a map hanging in your room? nope

Have you ever gone to see a movie past 9:00 PM? yes

Do you ever pick up your house phone? never lol. our landline is basically inactive now

Would you say you’re a nice person? yes

Would you rather hold hands or link arms with your significant other? link mostly. he has sweaty hands all the time haha

Have you ever had a churro? yes!

Truth be told, are you more into looks or personalities the most? personalities

How is/was your chemistry class in high school? i never did it

What’s your zodiac sign? sag

Would you rather eat rice or bread? rice