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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 months

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Tess' Sharpuary - 19. Gherkin (*)

A lesson in sexual terminology by none other than the esteemed professor Sharp.

chapter specific tags: 18+!, explicit, established relationship, unhinged attempts at humour

relationships: aesop sharp x reader

a/n: this fic is completely deranged, but I hope it'll be fun to read 😅

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19. Gherkin (1.2k) (*)

tw: explicit, handjob, mentions of menstruation, like a dozen different words for a penis and a few for a vagina, author proving her sanity went bye bye ages ago, age difference (reader is an adult)

“Hmm… you know you don’t have to do this, right?” The potions master asked, even as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and over his brow. He was breathing hard, his lips occasionally letting a lone groan or a grunt escape as you languidly stroked his stiff length. “Despite what you may t-think,” he carried on talking, “I am actually capable of restraining myself and waiting for a few days. I know I haven’t shown you much restraint in the past few months, but- hngh!” Your hand squeezing at his weeping tip shut him up effectively.

“Actually,” you said teasingly, “I think I’m rather enjoying myself. I like to watch you…” You were on your lady week, and while you very much craved more than to just watch him slowly falling apart under your hands, you were quite shy about proposing to make love anyway. You weren’t even sure if he’d want to in your current state…

So, here you were, shimmying where you lay next to him on the bed, as the mere sight of him in his state of undress and arousal was making you very hungry for him. Coupled with his sighs of pleasure, the throbbing of his shaft, and his head dropping against the pillows every now and then, you really couldn’t wait for the week to be over. The overall frustration from the situation made you actually bolder, and you leaned to whisper in his ear: “Do you like it?”

He gave a breathless chuckle but did not answer. “Do you like it when I stroke your fiddle?” you asked again. This gave him a stop and the potions master opened his eyes to look at you. Suddenly, he snorted with laughter: “My what?!” You already felt blood rush into your cheeks in embarrassment. “What? It’s an acceptable word for a penis, isn’t it?” you defended, your hand stopping its movements.

“Oh, it is, certainly,” he tried to placate you, even as his chuckles still shook through his body, “I just… I wasn’t exactly expecting my prick to be called a fiddle.” He giggled anew. Your hand returned to his still hard organ, now only teasing it with the fingertips.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you then said, more gently, “you know how little are things like these talked about among muggles? I’m fairly certain that was I to mention the fact that I know that there are penises and vaginas to my mother, she would faint…” “Not a good time to talk about family members, dear,” Aesop said wryly, raising himself up on his elbows to be able to look at you better. “Sorry,” you grimaced.

“Do you feel uncomfortable saying or hearing the usual words? Cock, prick, member, manhood, shaft, etcetera?” he asked then, somehow able to focus on her despite being pleasured again. “I don’t mind hearing them. Saying them, though, I-...” you tried to say, but found yourself blushing further.

You were feeling rather like a fool. Here you were, stroking his erect manhood, yet feeling shy to say the word ‘cock’ out loud. “It’s alright,” he promised, “if you grew up in an environment where you were punished for every word considered bad, I can see the apprehension. Mind, even in the wizarding world, most of these words are unfit for a regular friendly conversation, or, Merlin forbid, small talk. Cunt, cunny, quim, all normal words, perfectly acceptable during sex. But if you feel uncomfortable saying them, I’ll gladly handle my knob being called a ‘fiddle’.”

You grinned bashfully, but once more took hold of him firmly, and pumped him rhythmically. His upper body once more descended upon the bed, and his voice began pouring out sweet sounds of pleasure again. “Some words are easier,” you mused, “manhood, shaft, erection… are there any other words I might be more comfortable using?” Aesop grinned, his eyes closed: “Nearly everything can be implied to be a cock. Long and phallic objects most easily - flagpole, stick, stake, staff, even wand. ‘Polishing one’s wand’ has different meanings depending on the context,” he chuckled again, the sound turning into a small moan as a drop of clear fluid wept out of his tip and rolled down the hot organ.

“A c-cabaret in Knockturn Alley has a catchy motto; ‘Pay a Sickle, See a Pickle’,” he continued nevertheless and was glad to hear his sweetheart laugh quietly. “So vegetable is on the table too? Courgette, aubergine, gherkin?” you offered, prompting another choked chuckle from him: “Personally, I never heard any man refer to his family jewel as a gherkin, and I’d like to ask you not to do so either. My male vanity makes me want to defend myself that I’m bigger than any small sour cucumber.”

“They’re delicious though,” you teased still, your hand moving faster, “though was I to choose, I know exactly what I’d rather have in my mouth…”

“Ooh, see now that’s better,” he said, his breathing becoming more and more laboured as your hand was inching him closer and closer toward his release. It was obvious he didn’t expect you to actually climb down his body and let your mouth join in on the fun.

The professor released a loud moan and his eyes snapped open. He started down at you with open mouth, and gave a full body tremble when you sucked on the now continuously leaking tip: “Oh, f-fuck, sweetheart…” His hand came down to stroke at your hair gently, neither pushing nor pulling you. You would’ve smiled at your lover was your mouth not entirely too full. Instead, you doubled your efforts, tugging at his root and gliding your tongue over his glans in intricate patterns, feeling your own womanhood pulsing as you listened to his delicious moans.

Your other hand came down to knead at his heavy testicles, and the professor was a goner.

“Mhm, fuck! Oh, (F/N)!” his body tensed up, his back arched, his head craned back and his lips opened to release a long moan just as he spilt into your waiting mouth. You swallowed the bittersweet proof of his pleasure, stroking him through the release, sighing through your own arousal and satisfaction to have brought him to his peak like so.

You only released him after he began to soften inside your mouth, and you kissed your way back up his relaxed body. “I was right,” you then said happily after you reached his neck, placing kisses and small love bites there. Aesop was still slightly out of it, and only managed to reply with a small slurred ‘Mm?’.

“Much better than any sour gherkin,” you chirped nonchalantly, before kissing him on the mouth, making him taste himself upon your lips. However, His laughter soon broke the kiss. You released a squeal as he suddenly flipped you on the bed and pinned you down with his body.

“You, my dear, are absolutely incorrigible. And that’s me saying that. I’ll make you scream when I’m able to get my hands on you,” he said, his voice low and playful, making your cheeks flush and heart race, “can’t wait to get my mouth on your lovely little honeypot.”

It was your turn to laugh: “Honeypot?! Really?”

“Oi, you started it!” Aesop said giddily, as he rolled you around the bed some more, the two of you descending into a fit of carefree laughter.

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Thank you for reading! This happens to be one of my favourite illustrations I did for Sharpuary 😅

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gulliblelemon · 9 months

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Hi! Other writers' processes are so interesting! Curious about 56, 57, 58 and 72 for the fic writer asks?

Thank you for ask! These have been really interesting to think about.

56 What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

This is really hard. To be honest, I’m most proud of the fact that I’ve done it at all. I’m not really creative, I am almost entirely mathematically brained. I never thought I’d write anything in my life (I haven’t had to do creative writing academically for 20 years). So just sitting down and actually writing was a massive deal for me. I started writing my fist fic in October last year and haven’t looked back! So thanks, Young Royals! You’ve completely rewired my brain 😅

57 Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished?

As I write. I forget what I’ve written a lot (as in specific sentences, not what’s happened) so I usually start every writing session rereading the last bit to make sure I don’t repeat phrases and words. And I edit as I do that. By the time I finish, most scenes have had a good few passes already. Then I read the whole thing start to finish a few times and edit as I go, but it’s mostly just polishing at that point.

58 What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)

Writing. Definitely. (Is it weird to say I like the physical act of hitting the keys??). But I’m terms of process that’s my favourite bit too. I’m too impatient for brainstorming and outlining, and I don’t have a great imagination so I tend to not be able to picture specific scenes until I’m right there. So I prefer just getting to it.

72 What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

Chronological. Always. I’ve tried hopping around but I get mixed up and it’s always less cohesive. I have a WIP at the moment that I think is going to include flashbacks, but I’ve had to write all the flashbacks first and then I’ll just copy and paste them into the timeline. I need to make sure the characters have a believable arc and my brain can’t remember what I’ve said unless it’s been in order.

Thanks again for asking. If anyone else wants, the list is here (I’m still after distraction whilst I’m on holiday - so please go wild! 😅)

#fic writer asks

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chloeworships · 2 years

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This is interesting, I’ve been hearing repeatedly hearing “Honour thy Mother and thy Father” and today I see the above quote.

Our parents aren’t perfect babes. They are not suppose to be and many of them did the best they could with whatever resources they had. Most haven’t grown up with today’s luxuries we have been privileged to have.

In our parents time there was no such thing as raising “conscious children”. Our parents did as they were told whether they liked it or not and some have tried to parent us based on this same authoritarian principle which doesn’t work AT ALL today.

If abuse is what you’re parents learned was love then that’s their normal and that may have become your “normal” too. It’s up to YOU to break that cycle and generational curse and end the loop and I’m speaking from experience.

Forgiving my parents for their own shortcomings freed me from suppressed teenaged anger and disappointment for the times I thought they let me down but was too young to understand everything they did was out of love including their disciplinary actions.

In no way is the Lord saying condone the ills your parents have committed against you but forgive them and respect them. Show them their behaviour didn’t stop you from your success.

I heard a saying once that said something to the effect “Fathers take care of your daughters because it’s they who take care of you in your old age while your sons go off and start their families” and it stuck with me because it’s true. Not saying some men don’t take care of their Father’s but I see more women do it than men in the physical sense (I’m totally generalizing here).

I strongly feel this message is for a young person and maybe a few parents.

It wasn’t until I became a parent that I understood why my parents did the things they did. I am CRAZY over my son and I call him my “lion cub” for a reason 🦁 because have you seen how a lioness protects her cubs???? 👀😂 There isn’t one soul in his life that doesn’t know he is untouchable. It’s only natural to want to protect your children. Good parents do, even if they go overboard sometimes 😅 (mine certainly did and maybe I do too occasionally but unlike my parents growing up, I ask my son for forgiveness when I cross the line. That’s me breaking the cycle of pride). When you understand this, it’s so much easier to love, forgive and understand your parents. Understand they are NOT trying to control you but trying to PROTECT YOU.

One thing I’ve learned with parents is to understand that you can’t change them. You can only change your behaviour towards them. Once you realize someone doesn’t have the capacity to change, it’s easier to walk away from them or tolerate them if you have to and keep ya cool 😎

Our kids are growing up in a complex world with all the pressures of being a teen and we need to have more compassion towards them. Social media is changing the way our children interact and when you’re a teen, you’re already susceptible to being influenced. Now add the effects of social media. It’s disastrous for teens who naturally struggle with self-worth as they discover more of who they are. BE KIND and show empathy. So many are experiencing anxiety and depression at an alarming rate and many parents are OBLIVIOUS to the fact their children cry alone every night feeling unloved and misunderstood. Create a safe environment for them to want to come and speak to you. YOU are responsible for your kids. Ask the Lord to help you. I know it’s hard. I’m struggling along with y’all cause I think God forgot to give me a parenting playbook or manuel 🤍😂 I was hoping one would have popped out while delivering my son but that unfortunately did NOT occur to my disappointment 😅😅😅

And don’t be afraid to apologize to your children. It teaches them accountability so when they screw up, they will develop self-awareness to make better choices next time. It also teaches them self-forgiveness and empathy.

I listened to some of the horrific experiences my parents endured and it broke my heart to hear their stories and helped me understand their reasoning. Have compassion for your parents too young lions.

This is the scrip I was given ⤵️

God’s instructions are so wholesome. I love him so much. He wants the best for us. He’s a 🎶Good Good Father🎶

I hope this message helps someone 🤍

#daddy

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wongki · 4 years

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key201303 · 3 years

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Now it works!! It wasn’t giving me an option earlier. Anyways, i think i have cobwebs down there, so let’s go with smutttt. 😅😅😅

Thank you!!!

Heyyy! I'm so sorry for taking so long to write this 😭 I hope you still enjoy it ❤❤

Pairing: Shownu x fem!reader

Word count: 560 words

Warnings: fingering, teasing, use of the petname 'bunny', unprotected sex, slight overstimulation

Plot: you and shownu has been debating about who got louder during intimate moments and now, both of you were ready to prove your points by making each other moan as loud as you both could.

Genre: smut

“You are so fucking good in that lingerie.” Shownu said, biting his lower lips as he tried his best to not moan and give you the pleasure of being right. You both have been debating for quite long who moaned louder and you have decided to prove your point by making each other moan at the top of your lungs. You knew it was a hard task but you knew you were more than able to get what you wanted. “Don’t you want to moan?” You said, sitting on his lap and moving your hips against his already hard bulge to create the friction both of you were longing to get. “You’ll have to work harder if you want me to lose, baby girl.” He said grabbing your hips and pulling you away from him so you stopped rolling your hips on his bulge. “Get in all four and let’s see who loses first.” He said with a deep and dominant voice, turning you on already.

You did as he said and let your butt get exposed to his hips so he could thrust into you from behind. “I’d hold onto something if I were you.” He said with a devilish smirk, eyes filled up with lust as he admired your figure. You did as he said and grabbed the headboard, ready to get ruined by the boy who was standing behind you. “Don’t get too loud, bunny.” He said, winking at you as he aligned himself with your entrance, teasing you. You had to admit the fact he used the nickname he usually used to ask you what you wanted for breakfast, made everything harder. You couldn’t help getting turned on by such an innocent nickname in the situation you both were involved in right now. “Ready?” He asked, still teasing your entrance. “For God’s sake, just fuck me already!” You whimpered, moving your hips against him, trying to get his dick inside you already. “My baby is so desperate, huh?” He said, grabbing your hips in a tight and strong embrace to keep your body in place, not letting you do whatever you wanted. He always loved having control of the situation and this time, when you were both trying to win each other, wasn’t an exception.

He finally entered your core with a strong and deep thrust that had you moaning loud in no time, clearly failing the bet you both made a few hours ago. “Who is the one being loud now, huh?” He teased as he thrusted into you even deeper, hitting the right spots on your insides. At this point, you were blurting out nonsense words of love, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

Soon, his thrusts got sloppier and more irregular and after a few more thrusts his juices were filling you up as he slid out of you, gaining a loud whine due to the loss of contact. “You look so fucking beautiful when you are like this.” He said, taking back his breath and admiring your fucked out figure. “Don’t let a single drop go to waste, I haven’t worked that hard for you to waste it baby.” He added, getting the cum that was licking from your core and pulling his fingers back inside of you with his cum, making you moan loud again at the overstimulation.

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