a/n: i heard you loud and clear okay?? YOU WANT SMUT. YOURE ALL HORNY AND NEED RELEASE. well here's what happened, i started a big boy job. recently just quit my second job, so i wasn't working 7/7 days. but then i felt bad about my writing for a long time and couldn't type a sentence. but then i realized, fuck THOSE PEOPLE, i have friends who need wank material and are COUNTING on me! but then my laptop broke. but then I ordered a BOOX Palma, and now i can type smut on there without Grammarly telling me i'm a fuck up and to fix everything. so then i was on a writing roll, but right when i was finishing the (literal) climax of the porn, the most godsforsaken heatwave came! i even skipped the renaissance faire bc i was like, hell no. i am not dressing up in armor and linen in 37C/100F weather. threw away $60 in tickets. and i have NO AC bc i'm on the coast and we don't need it 11 months outta the year.
everytime i got a break, something happened. but i love you all so much, and i'm still amazed by how much support and kindness you show me and my filth that i pushed through this uninhabitable hell-ish weather and wrote something that made me sweat while writing it LMAO
enjoy, you smut gutter fiends<3 (ily all to bits ^^ hope you like it)
tags: uni-teacher/student, age difference, deepthroating, gagging, hair pulling, degradation, gratuitous dirty talk, 'sir' kink, slapping, filming, cum on face, references to Sirius being 'bought' (i.e. sex in exchange for extra-credit. i know that may bug some people, so warning on that one)
heed the tags! ye be warned!
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Sirius arched his back off his professor's desk, his classmate's essays sticking to his sweaty bare skin.
His hard nipples pushed up towards the phone camera hovering above him, and a tan scarred hand reached out to palm his chest. Sirius moaned as rough fingers pinched and rolled a nipple until it was bright and pebbled pink.
The dark hand left his pale body, glorious black ink strokes running and curving along his lean body as he writhed with pleasure. "Tell the camera what you are, darling," his professor ordered, circling the office desk where Sirius was poised naked. Remus lingered the camera on Sirius's hand, busy steadily stroking the length of his pink cock like he had been ordered to do on and off for the last ten minutes.
"Can I come, please?" his student asked, but Remus dug his fingers into the flesh of Sirius's inner thigh in warning as a bead of cum threatened to spill over the round, rosy tip.
"No. And I asked you a question."
Sirius bit his lip from the torture of holding his orgasm back for the third time. He whimpered as Remus's hand clamped down harder, and he choked out, "I'm the classroom coc—" Sirius gasped, his professor's hand brushing over his balls and squeezing tight enough to make his stomach tense and cock twitch.
"If you don't follow the assignment, I can't give you points." His professor tutted. "And you've worked so hard not to come. You don't want me to fail you, do you?"
"No," Sirius breathed out, his eyes fluttering closed, his hand pumping his cock faster as Remus rolled his balls between his fingers, keeping him on the precipice of pain and pleasure. "I'm the classroom—" Sirius's mouth fell open, a cry forming deep in his throat as his toes curled and his thighs shook under the strain of his orgasm until—
Slap.
Sirius's face blossomed pink under the smack.
Slap.
He squeezed his eyes shut and stopped stroking his cock.
Slap.
He looked up helplessly with glassy silver eyes, chest heaving, his climax falling again.
Remus gripped his chin and forced it up to the camera. "What. Are. You?"
Sirius pouted. "I'm the classroom cockslut."
"Putting on a show just for credit on an assignment, lazy whore. Tell the camera you're a lazy whore." His phone hovered over Sirius's weeping cock as Remus grasped onto it and stroked it roughly, making Sirius squeal and thighs clench.
"Please!" Sirius whined, but he didn't know what for. To stop—squeeze harder—to beg his professor to force the cum from his cock so his body would stop aching.
"Say it." There was a sadistic hint of amusement in the professor's voice.
"I'm a lazy whore, I'm your lazy whore, I'm—Ahh! Please!" Sirius screamed off-camera.
Remus let go of his cock and returned to record his student's flushed face. He cupped Sirius's cheek, pushing his thumb between the seams of Sirius's lips and pressing roughly on his tongue until Sirius whined. He released his cockslut's tongue, tracing the bottom row of his teeth as he cooed, "What did you promise me when you crawled on your knees and begged me not to fail you?"
Sirius swallowed harshly, his hard nipples rising and falling with every labored breath. "I'm an easy fuck."
"For what?"
"I'm an easy fuck for an easy A," Sirius breathed out, his eyes dazed in the light of the camera flash.
Remus dropped Sirius's head back against the desk, finally satisfied. His student's head lolled against the scattered papers of his classmates' essays, but Remus brought his face back to center and reached forward, forcing four fingers into Sirius's mouth. Sirius whined pathetically around his professor's fingers. Mouth stuffed full, his lips stretched obscenely for the camera as Remus's fingers slid against Sirius's tongue, exploring how far the wet cavern of his mouth went and playing with the warm saliva pool building in his fucktoy's mouth as his pet salivated.
He pushed his fingers deeper, ordering, "Squeeze your cock," and Sirius obeyed, not hesitating to stroke his cock to chase after his orgasm again. "Faster—" Remus's fingers reached the back of Sirius's tongue, and he fucked them into Sirius's throat, smirking as Sirius's adam's apple jumped, his throat fighting the intrusion like an untrained whore. "Faster, fuck that pretty cock. Show me how far a slut like you will go to pass this class."
Sirius coughed, eyes squeezed tight as Remus's fingers entered his throat.
"You like being played with?" Remus said, voice raised over the sound of Sirius's rhythmic gagging. "Look how hard your pretty cock is, being played with, gagging on a few fingers." Remus pushed Sirius's head back against the essays, drool leaking down the side of his cheek and collecting on the paper's black ink, making it bleed purple like the bruises sucked into Sirius's pale thighs. "If you can't handle this, how will you handle my cock pushing cum into your throat?" Remus withdrew his fingers from Sirius's mouth and stepped back, steadying the camera on Sirius's body again.
Sirius gasped and swallowed, eyes glistening with tears as his spit-slick lips shined in the lamplight above the desk. His hand was wrapped loosely around his cock as he continued to stroke, his fist slowly rolling over his skin, up and down, again and again as his aching throat swallowed and his breathing sped up again with the demand of his needy cock.
"You like being played with for my entertainment?" Remus asked off camera.
"Yes, sir." Sirius's hand picked up the pace.
"Why?"
"Because I'm your campus fucktoy."
"I get to do whatever I want with you tonight. Why?"
Sirius licked the thick steam of spit from the corner of his lips and answered obediently, "Because my holes are bought and paid for."
Remus reached out and encircled his hand around Sirius's, squeezing mercilessly and making Sirius pump his cock faster. Sirius cried out, his hand struggling to keep pace with the fire pumping through him.
Remus bit back a moan at the delicious sight of his student falling apart under his hand, then let go, unzipped his trousers, and pushed the fabric over the bulge in his pants.
"That's right." He took his heavy cock in his hand and gave it a few rough pumps. "You get an A for letting me stuff your holes however I want."
Sirius moaned at his professor's dirty declarations, his throbbing cock nearly ready to burst again, but Remus pulled him from his pleasure, tugged on Sirius's hair, and angled Sirius's head off the ledge of the desk. The blunt head of his cock lined with Sirius's slick lips then Remus pushed his hips forward.
Sirius thought foolishly that his professor would go easy on him, some shallow thrusts to allow Sirius to suck and work for his reward. But after only a couple of teasing thrusts, Remus yanked his head off the desk and pulled Sirius's mouth along the length of him, his mouth taking more cock with each thrust deeper and deeper.
Sirius gagged, having no time to prepare himself for the rough thrusts, as the back of his throat spasmed. His professor pushed the tip of his cock against the fleshy wall, reveling in the wet convulsions, the hot, tight channel of Sirius's throat stretching to accommodate Remus's length as he ignored Sirius's gagging and went further.
He eased Sirius's plump lips towards the base of his cock, little by little, forcing the remainder of his cock into Sirius's tight throat until Sirius stopped choking and went silent, his body strung tense as Remus finally stilled, entirely in his rented whore's throat.
He lowered the camera to capture his student's feat, to record the slow grinding of his pelvis against Sirius's smashed face harder against the soft hair surrounding the base of his cock. Sirius's lips curled, stretching around the thick cock, as his body tried to gasp for air in vain.
Then suddenly, Remus felt Sirius's throat grow tighter, swallowing around his cock, and watched as his student's body jerked on the desk before relaxing.
Remus pulled out and stood over Sirius's wrecked face, recording every heave of his chest, every stray droplet of spit that trailed from between his lips and along the curve of his slapped cheek.
"Did you enjoy the feel of my cock in your throat?" Remus asked.
"Yes, sir," Sirius slurred.
Remus panned the camera down Sirius's body and found sprays of cum dripping down his pale abdomen. White, sticky, thick streams trailed lazily along the inked skin of his hip.
"You came from choking on cock?" Remus nearly laughed. "A fucktoy like you likes being rented out and played with roughly, don't you?"
Sirius's eyes fluttered closed, his chest slowly going still as his spent cock softened on his stomach.
"Get on your knees." His professor hauled Sirius off the desk and pushed him down to his knees. Dazed, unfocused grey eyes stared up at the flash on Remus's phone. Remus groaned, his fucktoy looking wrecked. "You came, so the assignment has changed. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
Sirius settled his arse back onto his legs and obeyed. His eyes fell closed as he felt the head of his professor's cock hit heavy on his tongue.
"Such a good boy for me," Remus moaned as he pumped his fist over his cock, the tip sliding over Sirius's glistening tongue with every stroke forward.
He shuffled the phone closer to Sirius's face and bit back a moan at how filthy Sirius's pretty face looked on his phone, skin slick with sweat, flushed cheeks, the left side still pink from Remus's slapping, those pink lips stretched wide as his tongue curved around the moving tip of Remus's cock on it.
"You like being fucked and recorded, dirty slut. I bet that's what made you come—knowing that I was filming you writhing there like a filthy slut while I shoved my cock deep in your mouth."
Remus felt his stomach tighten, his pleasure coiling inside him as Sirius wrapped his tongue around the blunt head, lapping at the underside with long, wet licks and open-mouthed kisses that Remus hoped could be heard on the recording.
"You're the prettiest thing I've ever bought. And all it took was some credit on a paper you were too fucked out to write. Insatiable cumslut, you'll be earning this class's points on your knees with your mouth stretched wide and your arse up, hole gaping and begging for cock to fill it. And what do you say to that?"
"Yes, sir," Sirius said, Remus's cock resting on his lips as he spoke. He pushed out his tongue again and moaned as Remus pushed the tip back in for Sirius to suck.
"Because you were made for cock."
Sirius sucked the tip, kissing it like he was in love with it before repeating, "I was made for cock."
"Bought and paid for," Remus said breathlessly, his hand pumping his cock faster, desperate to paint his cockslut with his cum. Remus impatiently wrapped Sirius's hair in his fist and shoved his cock back into Sirius's mouth, and began thrusting sloppily, his orgasm building with every dirty promise. "Bought and paid for. My dumb little slut. My own pretty whore, my desperate campus cumdump. I'm going to use you every day, make you beg for me to come in your holes. You're going to whine until I stretch that arse open around my cock, and I'll fuck you until you cry and beg for mercy from splitting you in half."
Sirius gagged loudly again, his chest jumping as Remus pulled his mouth up and down the length of him, over and over. His mouth slobbered over Remu's cock, foamy warm globs dripping down his chin as he squeezed his eyes shut and allowed himself to be used as a fucktoy.
The rhythmic sound of Sirius choking mixed with the high-pitched whines when he could breathe filled the room as his professor shuffled the camera closer to catch it.
"How's that sound?" Remus asked, fighting to keep his eyes focused on recording Sirius's throat being used again. "Being fucked by Teacher, owned and used in exchange for a few points you're too lazy to study for? But you won't be a lazy slut by the time the term's done. I'll train you hard and rough, so you'll be fucking quiet when you swallow my cock."
Remus slammed his hips forward, Sirius's nose bumping into his pelvis as his mouth accommodated his professor's throbbing cock.
"Maybe I'll shove you under my desk in those red panties; one point for every minute you warm my cock. That'll teach you what hard work feels like, whore. Fucking cock-hungry—" Remus moaned loud, forgetting about his phone as he threw his head back and lost himself in the pleasure of fucking his student hoarse. "Fuck—" His body tensed, electricity running through his blood, lighting up his veins straight down to his pulsating cock. "Louder—" he demanded. "If you want your points, then you fucking let me hear you choke—" Remus hunched over, hips thrusting forward, Sirius loudly gagging and gurgling around the force of Remus's thrusts. "Dumb slut—just like that, just like that—just like—fuck!"
Pleasure spread through his burning body, the cool relief of his orgasm alleviating the tension in his grip around Sirius's hair, his trembling thighs as his cock pulsated in Sirius's mouth, streams of thick, warm cum painting Sirius's tongue until Remus pulled out of his mouth, cock bobbing and spraying lines across Sirius's flushed face.
Sirius held his mouth open, the thick white pool growing milkier by the second as his brutally fucked mouth salivated with the emptiness of no longer being stuffed full. Remus squeezed every last drop from his cock onto Sirius's face, then stilled, pulling the phone in front of him to capture the beautiful sight of his student covered in drops and strokes of white.
"Swallow, darling," Remus said, reaching out to wipe the white drips from Sirius's face and presenting his thumb to Sirius's mouth to clean off. Sirius swallowed every bit given to him until Remus was satisfied he had earned his share of points for the assignment. "Good boy." He ended the recording and affectionately ran his thumb over Sirius's cheekbone.
Sirius shifted on his knees and then added brightly, "As a reminder, I asked for an extension because I was too fucked out to write my paper this weekend. Not an A."
Remus chuckled and helped Sirius up to his feet and pulled him back towards the couch, where they collapsed. Remus's shirt was clawed open, his trousers undone, and cock still exposed.
Sirius nakedly draped himself over Remus and shamelessly licked a long stripe up Remus's neck.
Remus chuckled and pulled Sirius back gently to look at him. "I appreciate you playing along for our little film."
After wiping the cum from Sirius's face, and Remus drafting an apology to the students who would be getting a grade despite not getting their papers back due to an unfortunate 'coffee-spilling accident,' Sirius and Remus walked out of the English Department's closed down building.
"Tomorrow?" Sirius asked eagerly. "Dinner?"
Remus made a face. "I don't think that's—"
"At your flat," Sirius said with a roll of his eyes. "I'm not a desperate, pining student who wants their professor to take them out on a date in public and claim their sex life to the world." He shrugged. "But I am a desperate, horny student who wants to try being slapped and called a whore again. Preferably after wine and maybe takeout." A wicked smile graced his face. "Think you can help me out?"
Remus smirked. "I think we can work something out, Mr. Black."
Sirius grinned and turned to saunter away with his motorcycle helmet swinging in his hand. "Oh, better keep that video under lock and key."
"For my eyes only," Remus promised.
"If not..." Sirius finished almost gleefully, "Mutual destruction?"
Remus shook his head, stifling his amusement. "Mutual destruction," he agreed.
He watched Sirius's arse until Sirius walked out of sight.
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they're toxic in this au, what can i say?
happy spoopy month! every WIP is getting an update (pray for me<3 i feed on the encouragement)
Yeah sex is intimate and all, but have you ever showed someone your fanfiction where you clearly just projected hardcore onto one if the most traumatized characters?
Sirius’ intelligence and brilliance began being questioned when the fandom started portraying him as more feminine and if anyone thinks that’s a coincidence, I am afraid to say you are incredibly blind…
I do not think my point was unclear but some clarifications for the peanut gallery:
I have no problem with Sirius being portrayed as feminine. The problem lies with the people who take his intelligence, resourcefulness, strength and independence away from him as soon as they decide to portray him as more feminine as if those qualities are inherently masculine traits. If you automatically make him dumber, shallow, vapid as soon as you make him more feminine, that does say something about how you view femininity.
Sirius is intelligent, brilliant, outrageously talented whether he is portrayed as more masculine or more feminine. That should never, ever change.
this is the problem with trends like "girl math" and "girl dinner" and "im just a girl" and i know the people defending them are like "its not that serious" but dude, i promise you its always that serious. when every single trend is taking x and adding "girl" to it where the x suddenly becomes brainless and cutesy and overly simplified, you're contributing to the wrong pattern. do better.
I'm not really in the MCR fandom but I get a lot of exposure to it and I like that every picture of Gerard Way here is captioned like "my sweet little mouse wife, she's only three blueberries tall and lives in a little hollowed out pumpkin and wears a little apron and makes little pies and has little tea parties with her animal friends on a little mushroom table, and we like to hold hands and frolick through the fields and pick flowers and cuddle under a blanket with hot cocoa in front of the fireplace when it gets cold" and pictures of Frank Iero are captioned like "I need to stomp his fucking skull in and blend him into a fine meat paste" and both of those things mean that you like the person
the fact that we need 8 hours of sleep is ridiculous we should only need 4 and the other 4 should be used to be cozy in your bed and rub your legs together like a cricket and listen to music and think about your little scenarios
I love bullets so much. Every single song off of it is sooooo good, the lyrics are strong, and although the sound might not be as clean as other albums, I think it adds to the experience and overall vibe of the album. And yeah, I could say this about any mcr albums, but I feel this was especially about bullets because it was written in such a dire and dark time, yet the lyrics are really freaking beautiful. And Skylines and Turnstiles was their first song??? Excuse me??
"That's if you've still got one that's left
Inside that cave you call a chest
And after seeing what we saw
Can we still reclaim our innocence?
And if the world needs something better
Let's give them one more reason now"
You're telling me this was their first song?? It's crazy.
Sometimes you're normal and sometimes you feel such an intense love for a 42 year old man it makes you kick your feet in the air and giggle like a schoolgirl.
i don’t know about you guys but the main reason i am still on tumblr in 2024 is BECAUSE it is the most cloutless least influential social media app out there and that is the experience i am after. absolutely none of this will ever translate into significant attention or real success in my life and that is so beautiful.
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