#sex tape fic

[sadesluvr]

Opposites Attract

You’re a self-obsessed sorority girl. He’s an enigmatic film freak. What more is there to say? (Mickey Altieri x Reader)

A/N: My first full Mickey fic! It’s loosely based off of my headcanons (linked HERE), but ofc it's not necessary to read first :) I LOVE him and this has been in the works for a while, so I hope you enjoy it! He is Ghostface in this, but it's only alluded to… 

Word count: 2.7K 

Tags: SMUT / Enemies to lovers / Oral sex, fem receiving / Flirting + Sexual tension / Safe sex! / Doggystyle / Spanking / Light choking + Asphyxiation / Allusions to murder / Relationship goals, kinda 

You and Mickey Altieri couldn’t have been more different. He was a ‘Tarantino obsessed film freak’ from a seemingly regular (if not a little shady) background with a small group of friends. You, on the other hand, were a peppy architecture student; one of the top girls in your sorority from a rich family with a lawyer father. 

In theory, nothing about the two of you should work - Mickey thought that ‘people like you’ were phoney and self-obsessed, whilst guys like Mickey were essentially ‘nothing but trouble’. Still, it didn’t stop the two of you from being ‘frenemies’, even to the point of culminating in a secret relationship.

Even though you absolutely despised each other, there was something intoxicating about how you’d bicker; how Mickey would roll his eyes and smirk whilst you would get frustrated and brush him off, annoyed yet giddy on how you got under each other's skin. 

This was one of those times. 

You’d smuggled Mickey into your room as the two of you were off to join your respective friends at a party. He claimed he ‘hated’ being around posters of boy bands and unnecessary anthropomorphic stuffed toys, but there was something in his intense, greedy stare as he watched you preen and accessorise that told you otherwise. Of course you knew he wanted you. You wanted him too, but you refused to give him anymore gratification outside of that one night —

“Pink is so not your colour,” he scoffed, shaking his head as you fixed your bolero.

“Unfortunately for you, Mickey, I don’t care about your opinion,” you said sweetly, and you could hear him mutter under his breath. You always loved to get the last word.

“I prefer the baby blue,” he continued. “It brings out the pearls,”

You shrugged him off, fixing the string of beads around your neck. Everyone in Windsor knew that pearls were your signature accessory; the fragile beads sat elegantly around the base of your neck year round, as if you were a regular Jackie-O. Mickey always teased you for wearing them (like he did with practically everything else), but he couldn’t deny how beautiful they looked on you. There was certainly something to be said in the contrast of you; the  ‘righteous, innocent’ being, just like your necklace signified, being with him, a guy with a deep, dark pastime. He wondered what the pretty jewels would look like covered in blood; not necessarily yours (at first), staining the priceless material for good so that they were forever soiled. Your daddy would probably flip.

Good. He hated lawyers.

“…Why do you need to wear pearls anyway?” Mickey said, his voice low as he got up from where he was sitting, stalking over to join you at your dresser. “This is a college mixer, not Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” he finished, eyes locked on yours through the mirror as he stood behind you, his hands placed firmly on your waist as his fingertips threatened to travel elsewhere, likely towards your ass. 

“Because they’re pretty,” you said quickly, gathering yourself as you pushed him off slightly, spinning to face him as you leaned against the surface. “Daddy got them for me on my sixteenth birthday. I love him…” you finished wistfully.

“You love the things he gives you,”

“No. I love him,” you insisted, rolling your eyes as you clipped in your earrings. “He’s a very hardworking man, putting freaks and freeloaders like you in jail,” you said pointedly.

Mickey scoffed.

“I’m a freak now, hm?” he mused, leaning over you. He was tall, and you could feel his breath on your neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin ever so slightly. “Then why are you with me?”

“Obviously due to some kind of terrible head trauma,”

Mickey rolled his eyes for what felt like the billionth time that night, instead focusing his attention on your neck; his canines brushing against your collarbone as he nipped at you, his love bites turning into soft kisses. You fought your hardest not to fall apart under his touch as he pulled you into him, hands exploring your waist and thighs as you felt his hardening cock against your ass. His cologne; though likely nothing more than retail store bought, was intoxicating, and you forced yourself not to lose yourself into his touch. There was just something about him that was insatiable…

It certainly helped that he was a little dangerous.

Sighing, you pushed him off you to face him yet again, fixing your clothes as you flashed him a sultry look.

“How do I look?”

He paused, eyes raking you up and down.

“...Like a girl with a stick up her ass and a cock in her mou —“

“Don’t say that!” You cut him off, slapping his chest lightly before you picked up your bag.

“What?” He snorted. “That ‘Daddy’s Little Princess’ facade doesn’t fool me. You’re a slut,”

“I am not!”

“Are too,” he retorted, following you like a chihuahua. “Don’t you remember that night at the Halloween party? You were in that slutty little cat costume and you were very generous to me under the stairs —“

There was a distinct smugness in his voice, and it took you right back to the hazy-liquor induced moment; from the sloppy kiss that had united the two of you, to the cool metal of his belt on your hands as you undid his trousers, and the salty taste of his cum as he held your head to his base. A beautiful moment, yes, but one you’d agreed to never speak of again.

“And here you are hoping for round two,” you sighed sarcastically, pouting your lips and patting his cheeks affectionately. “Give it up Mickey, it’s never gonna happen,”

“Your call, Princess,” he shrugged, walking to your door and beginning to open it. “Just try not to go all ‘Single White Female’ on me when one of your little sorority sisters wants it more,”

You froze. You never considered yourself to be the stereotypical jealous girl, but as a spoiled only child you were definitely not used to sharing. Katie Lewman was one of the girls in your sorority who you knew had a definitive crush on Mickey, and had even gone as far as trying (and possibly succeeding) to hook up with him. You knew she couldn’t compare to you in the slightest, but Mickey was definitely a player and would sleep with someone if he pleased…Or to get under your skin. 

Mickey’s smirk was visible from the corner of your eye, and you slowly pushed the door back in, making sure it was locked.

You frowned.

“I hate you, you know that?”

Your lips were on each other’s in an instant, with Mickey pulling you in hungrily by your neck, barely giving you any time to breathe.

“I know…” he grumbled, voice broken as he came up for air. His gaze was focused intently on your lips, and his beautiful eyes made contact with your own, taking a moment to ogle your body.“ ‘Drives me crazy…”

Your hands found the sides of his slender waist, drawing him in closer so that you could feel his wanting cock against the thin material of your dress. Given that he wasn’t the typical ‘submissive’ guy, you were surprised when he teased you back, beginning to stumble back towards your bed.

Still kissing, you landed on top of him, and he wasted no time in assuming his position above you, hands pinned to either side of your body as he held your lower half in place with your own. He stopped and cocked his head at you, admiring the way your chest heaved and your eyes were wide. Apparently he could still surprise you.

Good to know.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as Mickey began to strip. It was undoubtedly a godly sight, but you hated the way he made your pussy ache and stomach flutter with the smallest of movements.

“Why do we keep doing this?” you whined, and he grinned, baring his teeth as he stalked over you, taking your jaw in between his hands as he angled your head to stare at him. 

You always looked so pretty beneath him.

“I like the chase,” he uttered, and you began to make out once again, this time with you peeling off your bolero, and hiking up your dress so that it sat by your knees, unsure of how exactly he was going to take you. Mickey was a natural freak, and was always down to experiment when it came to sex…It was one of the many reasons why you liked him.

“Keep the dress on,” he whispered in your ear, nudging you so that you lay flat on your stomach. “Get that pretty ass in the air…” he finished, leaving a love bite on your neck before he pulled away, rubbing his hands along the curve of your spine, teasing you with what was to come. 

SLAP! A red, stingy feeling ran through your lower half, legs peppering with goosebumps as the sensation settled in. Eyebrows furrowed, you gasped and turned to Mickey, who only gave you a shit-eating grin in response.

“Ass. Up.” 

“You assho—“

SLAP!

“Ass. Up.” He repeated simply, staring at you knowingly. Glaring, you hiked your ass up in the air and he assumed the position behind you, pulling the material up over your thighs to rest on your waist. The thin material of your panties left your hot, aching cunt exposed to the cool air of the room, a sensation that was soon replaced with Mickey’s tongue.

He had quite literally buried his face in your ass; hands spreading your asscheeks apart as he delved into your folds, tongue lapping eagerly at your folds as he explored your pussy. You gasped, beginning to moan as you bunched the bedsheets up in your fists, subtly trying to fuck his face back, causing him to stick his face deeper into you.

You could practically see his smile from behind.

“Little Miss Sorority likes having her pussy eaten, hm? What would a girl like you know about giving?” he sneered, spreading your right cheek further and massaging the skin in his hands as the other remained firmly in position. 

“S-Shut up —“ you whined, balancing yourself on one hand as you tried to pull him in, desperate for some release as he found your clit.

“Nuh-Uh, Princess,” he smirked, swatting your hand away. “You don’t get to touch me,”

You groaned and resumed your wringing of the sheets whilst Mickey revelled in your audible pleasure, adding to your stimulation as he stuck his middle and index finger inside you, beginning to move them in and out. Your juices coated him instantly, and he took a moment to lick them up, savouring the unique taste.

He had to have you.

Retracting his face from your privates, he smacked your ass again, admiring how it immediately warmed in his hands.

“…Why’d you stop?” you whined, pouting your lips.

“Because I’m gonna fuck you,” he responded, taking out his cock and stroking it languidly. It was just how you remembered; peachy with a good five and a half inches in length. “This is real life, Princess, we don’t always get everything we want…” he admonished, beginning to line himself up with your entrance. His tip teased your cunt, head smearing dots of precum along your lips, threatening to penetrate.

As much as you needed it, you couldn’t let him win.

“Speaking of not getting what we want…You better wrap your shit up,”

Mickey pulled away and scoffed, his shoulders slumping in annoyance.

“Come on, Princess…” he said knowingly. “You know it doesn’t feel the same…”

You hummed in amusement, beginning to push down your skirt and gather yourself together when you heard Mickey groan, a weight slowly lifting off of the bed as he made his way over to your dresser.

“You are such a spoiled brat,”

“Then come over here and teach me a lesson,”

He slid the condom on in a quick motion and made his way back over to the bed, grabbing your neck as he kissed you, arching your back in the process. The pressure pushed the pearls of your necklace deeper into your skin, a telling reminder of who you were. Social hierarchy may have technically been dead, but the Romeo and Juliet romance would forever thrive.

With a spank of your ass, he wasted no time in entering you from behind, barely giving you time to adjust. As he began to move, you heard him mumble to himself, hands holding onto your hips as he focused on daggering you, your tight walls stretching perfectly over his cock. 

“What’d I say?” Mickey teased, another hand coming down on your ass as he watched your skin slap against his. “Doggystyle. Classic slutty position…What would Daddy think if he saw you now?”

“Fuck…” you whispered, grasping the edge of the bed as your legs tingled from the pressure and your back was being stretched out perfectly. Mickey always ran his mouth. Always. But he was so fucking good at it.

“M-Mick —-“

“That’s it, Princess. Say my name…I want the whole fucking house to hear—“ he growled, utterly feral at the way you moaned and whined for him, to the point of you being speechless. He ran his hands from the curve of your spine and up to the back of your neck, smirking to himself as he forced your face into the duvet, bringing your ass higher into the air.

His fingers played with your pearls, hooking them under his middle and index finger and tugging on them, causing the hard beads to press against your windpipe. He could’ve fucking choked you to death right there and then, and subsequently drowned himself in your screams and moans of pleasure and pain before indulging in your tight, wet cunt; burying himself to the hilt as he’d come. Sex with a condom just wasn’t the same. 

The skin of your ass bounced against his thighs, every bit of contact driving him to thrust deeper, wanting to hit the deepest parts of your core. He let go of your neck, snickering to himself as he heard you let out a desperate gasp for air, and began to rub your pussy as he fucked into you.

“ ‘Can’t believe you’re this wet for me,” he sneered. “Hm, if only you could see yourself!To think, this is one of the rare times I don’t have my cam…”

Your cunt clenched at the idea, and he let out a throaty chuckle. Mickey carried his camcorder everywhere; and the idea of immortalising your illicit affair on a tape filled with your sleazy, steamy antics was enough to send you over the edge. If it ever got out, you’d probably be kicked out of the sorority…Maybe even college. Whilst your father would certainly hate the infamy, there was no doubt Mickey would love them fame.

Mickey groaned as you came around his cock, your walls tightening as he began to reach his own release. Desperately wishing it were your raw pussy, he shot a healthy load of cum into the condom. His grip on your ass tightened as you teased him, grinding your hips against his pelvis so that his slowly softening cock revelled in the wet, spongy sensation.

After a few moments he pulled out of you, placing his hands on his thighs as he admired your aching, satisfied cunt. Smirking, he slapped your ass a final time before collapsing next to you, stroking your pearls and kissing you. This one was slightly different - sloppy, yet gentle. Affectionate, even.

“Whaddya say we stay in tonight, hm?” Mickey perked up, staring at your ceiling. “I’m not going to a party with this —“ he looked down at himself, “— On my dick. How about we rent a movie and get pizza…?”

Cocking an eyebrow, you turned to look at the brunette curiously, propping yourself up on your elbows. It wasn’t explicit, but you knew that this was Mickey’s way of asking you for a date - And to be fair it didn’t even bother you. You were the life of the party, it was likely that it’d be boring without you.

“Sure,” you smirked. “But I am so not paying!”

#a sex tape fic with mickey? YEAH 👀 #florence writes!! #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri smut #timothy olyphant #mickey altieri #ghostface x reader #ghostface smut #scream x reader

[chrollohearttags]

Here it is sis😭😭😭

https://twitter.com/TheRealAliee/status/1740940289811021895?t=sOq6u82yJvtSTzamMhlPcA&s=19

appreciate you sis!!! 😫🙏🏾 yeah this them fr.

#now I wanna write another sex tape fic with them 😭 #cherry’s asks 🍒 #cherry’s sweetpeas 🍒🌷 #eren x black fem!reader #aot au #musician x influencer au

[mariatesstruther]

Stay with me,,,, (I'm half asleep so everything I'm saying is nonsense. Forgive)

Tommy and Maria being similar to Jake and Amy, right?

HOW DID TOMMY AND MARIA PROPOSE TO EACH OTHER?

cause I'm thinking of how Jake proposed to Amy and how it was the best thing ever, which made me think of tommy and maria, which made me think they should have a similar vibe

BUT IDK!!!!

OKAY OKAY OKAY I HAVE IDEAS ON THIS

first of all im kicking myself bc i read a tumblr post or fic or SOMETHING online somewhere before that inspired a small bit of how i imagine tommy would propose, and now i can’t find it??? so if this*** sounds familiar it’s definitely based on something i’m just blanking on what it is and will give full credit to op or whatever fucking thing im forgetting. this is also partly based off of how my dad and my mom became official

similar to jake and amy, i imagine them having a really goofy and sweet proposal story, like tommy has to ask maria a million times or sometimes does fake-outs like jim from the office, and maybe it’s something the entirety of jackson is invested.

im also thinking maybe maria wouldn’t want to reallyget married again, not necessarily because of her late husband but more because jackson just makes such a fuss out of weddings and she does not have time to plan that shit and she had a big wedding for her first marriage for the sake of her mother and hated it, so yeah no. she’s just maybe not big on getting married, and for the first bit of time she’s with tommy, she know he really likes her but isn’t surely thinking he wants anything serious. so for a while, maybe a year and a half to two years in, it’s just them being in love as tommy and maria, more partners than anything else to eachother, and that’s just fine with her

so imagine her surprise when one day her and tommy are eating dinner in the dining hall and one of jackson’s biggest gossips comes over and is like “y’all are just too darn cute—now tommy, when are we gonna see a ring on that finger?? it’s a shame this lady aint tied down” and tommy, cool as a fucking cucumber, just goes “oh don’t you worry, i got plans for that” because ??????????? huh????—?

she has to hold back choking on her fucking drink, she’s so taken aback. she waits until whoever that was goes on their marry fuckin way and then blinks, going “um????? you’ve got plans???” because maria is always the one with the plans. tommy hates plans. he says he loves that she loves them, but in a life an unpredictable as this, they often just get in the way; she doesn’t always disagree. but now, apparently, his plan for marriage is sure as his shooting aim, because he just smiles at her a dashingly and winks, murmuring out a smooth and flirty “yes, ma’am. i do i have plans.” for the rest of the dinner, her left leg bounces shakily under the table as he smirks as her from across the way.

because suddenly marriage doesn’t sound so bad, not when it’s marriage to her handsome cowboy goofball; the wedding she would still definitely rather just skip, but she’s sure she can convince tommy of that later. so for the rest of the night and week and month, she is on Red Alert to be proposed to, and unfortunately it just wracks her nerves

but because tommy is Tommy, he lovingly teases and fucks with her just perfectly enough to settle her mind down. he starts mixing in fake-out proposals (he does the shoe-tying one from the office while they’re hiking and watching a sunset during a romantic preproposal date two-person patrol, and she threatens to kick him off the cliff) with joking little asks for her hand in between mundane requests (hey baby, could you be a dear and marry me, then pass me the salt? im kiddin, just kiddin, i aint gonna ask like tha—what? what?? maria! come back!), also mixed with genuinely breathtaking little notes to declare how much he loves her one every few days (a note left on her dresser for her to wake up to one rare morning where tommy was up and out before her: “hey baby. just wanted to let you know how much i love you and how lucky i am to be here with you in my life. you guide me toward a greatness i never thought i could even achieve. i want to make you happy everyday. i can’t wait to call you my wife. seeya at lunch, mi vida. yours, tommy”) until eventually the pressure of being asked The Big Thing isn’t something she’s so anxious for anymore, until thinking about it just makes her smile. she’s looking forward to tommy being her husband more than anything

@bearrycool tysm again baby i got to go to sleep and wake up thinking abt this and it puts a big big big smile on my face

#im gonna stop here bc tbh i still have a million ideas about how he actually gets down and does it #might need some more help to pic one or just #or write many versions lol #BESTIE TYSM FOR ANOTHER GREAT ASK #PROMPT ATP THESE ARE PROMTS #sorry this was more jim and pam than jake and amy maybe but i def hc maria and tommy have jake and amy vibes #title of my sex tape is their thing #bearrycool ur very cool #asked and answered #maria x tommy #proposal #my writing #gonna make a fic out this prolly thank uuuuuu bearry

[kaleidoscopexsighs]

sunday snippet

thank you @spindrifters @kaaaaaaarf @vajazzly @sommerregenjuniluft and @wanderingdonut for the tags ✨

been a minute since we checked in on love me 'til my lips turn blue:

Regulus drops the box off at 7:00am on a Tuesday – the very last of Sirius’s things from the dank, dusty basement of Grimmauld Place. Hastily clad in the same black mesh shirt, jeans and boots he’d discarded in a pile at the foot of his and Remus’s bed the night before, Sirius crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe, hoping he looks suitably miffed at the ungodly early wake-up call. “You couldn’t have just thrown it away?” “It’s not mine to get rid of. Everything in here is yours.” His brother stands on the front porch dressed in simple gray khakis, a light blue button down and shiny black loafers. He looks more like someone on their way to a Young Republicans mixer than to a morgue, but Sirius — noting the uncharacteristic rumple of his hair and the bruise-blue shadows under his eyes, the true badges of his office – chooses to withhold that particular observation. “Reg, we spent two weeks going through that house top to bottom. I already pitched everything that belonged to me.” “Well, you missed these things.” “Well, I don’t want any of it.” “Well, neither do I.” Sirius huffs, running a hand through his own shock of jet black hair before unceremoniously scooting the box along the rough concrete stoop with the toe of his boot. “Look, do whatever you want with them. Between rotations and getting the house ready to sell, I’ve got enough on my plate already,” Regulus says curtly.  “Right.” Guilt catches in Sirius’s chest, prickling and threatening to force its way up his throat and precipitate a larger conversation that neither of them have the desire or energy for at the moment. He swallows it down. “How are those going? Patients treating you nicely?” “They tend not to be chatty, as a rule.” Allergic to a bit as always, his brother. “Checks out.” Sirius sucks the brisk morning air in through his teeth, hoping to salvage the interaction and avoid another month-long cold shoulder. “Well, I hope you’re able to make time for some fun every now and then. You’re still young, despite your best efforts.” “Between two autopsies a day, a capstone presentation for the Forensic Odontology symposium next month, and closing on the house, I’ll see where I can pencil it in.” “Mmm. Freaky.” “Don’t be crude.” Sirius grins. “I support whatever deviance you get up to on your own time, assuming all parties are consenting.” Not bothering to dignify that with an answer, Regulus turns and heads to his car.  Sirius hoists the box from the ground and calls out to his brother’s retreating figure. “Still on for dinner next week?”  “Yes. Tell Remus I’m looking forward to seeing him,” Regulus replies before closing the driver’s side door with a bit more force than necessary. “Love you too,” Sirius sighs, waving him off. “Asshole.”

tagging: @achilleslikespeas @strezzlecki @lemndrps @titstraction

#this IS still the wolfstar sex tape fic but I couldn't resist a little bit of bickering black brothers #fic: love me 'til my lips turn blue #wolfstar #sirius black #regulus black #kels writes

[teex]

can't wait to push my speedometer on AO3

jason robertson/roope hintz 6.8k / e

“You’re getting loud again,” Jason huffs, turning his face away from the humid bend of Roope’s neck, but when Roope casts his mind back fifteen or thirty seconds, the replay doesn’t have any sound. It is only a repeating pattern of feeling, the densely packed pleasure of Jason grinding into him and pulling at his hips to make the most of a shallow angle.

or

Jason is an art student and Roope is a design grad and all they wanna do is fuck nasty 🤷

#what else is there to say? #just a lot of getting down #a sex tape even #robobarbie #my fic #hockey rpf #dallas stars #cow fest fic turned in two months too late rip #roboroope #2124

[milflewis]

valewis + ''I wished we talked more, in the hours that have passed.'' 

“I like the two studs.”

Lewis looks up from his phone, smile already stretching wide across his face. “Yeah?” He tilts his head from side to side, the diamonds catching off the light and glittering. Show off.

“Yes,” Valtteri says, sitting down in the empty seat beside Lewis, watching his smile grow pleased. He’s wearing a team shirt, collar low on his neck, and the skin there is bare and unmarked.

It’s the sixth race of the season and normally Toto gets the annual sex tape to show how much his drivers get on for the sponsors out of the way before the racing starts, in case of injuries or drama or whatever. Valtteri hadn’t asked many questions when he was driving with them.

He doesn’t know if they even still do it, seeing as it was brought in as a preventative measure after Rosberg left and Valtteri and Lewis were still new to each other. As the months go by, he is finding it harder and harder to look George in the face. He doesn’t know how to ask Lewis about it without coming across as weird or desperate. Doesn’t even know how to ask Lewis if he even wants to talk about it without Lewis knowing that he does.

(There was a part of him that thought losing to Lewis would stop when he switched teams. Is this even a fucking competition? Valtteri doesn’t think so but he can’t help feeling like it is.)

This is the one thing they have never talked about. That, and the fact that Valtteri has been in love with Lewis since their second year of being teammates. Sometimes he wonders if this was a mistake.

Lewis crowds in close when Valtteri gets settled, tucking his feet under the chair, phone already open. “Do you want to see my niece’s new artwork? It’s wicked.”

But then again, maybe it isn’t.

“Sure,” Valtteri says, leaning an arm around the back of Lewis’s chair. He smells of the same soap he’s been using for years and the track, warm air and fuel, and he’s a solid weight against him.

There are light circles under his eyes. You need to sleep more, Valtteri thinks, and hums appreciatively at the pictures of a lopsided purple dinosaur made out of clay.

#ok so not ur exact words but i did see this and i’ve been toying with the idea of a valewis sex tape fic since ag and i talked about it and #this just popped into my head. hope you like! #i tried to capture the same feeling as ur words #valewis #little fics #ren tag #niamh.asks

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph!! Thanks for all the great work you do, i really appreciate it!! i read that amnesia sex tape fic another anon was talking about, and i was wondering if you had more voyeurism/sex tape fics haha, thanks a lot!

(referencing this post)

Hey Nonny!

LOL I certainly do:

Accidental Voyeurism & Public Sex

Voyeurism & Public Sex Pt 2

Sex Tapes (COMM RECS)

If anyone wants to suggest some others, please do!!

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #voyeurism fics #sex tape fics #public sex fics

[wonderlandmind4]

This Alasor fic I’m writing….100% comes with a “dead dove: do not eat” warning.

To the FBI agents outside my apartment…ITS JUST FICTION I SWEAR.

😁😁😁😁😅

#I couldn’t get this scene out of my head #I had to write it down #but it’s uh…it’s graphic in detail of pervious…undoings #forgive me whoever ends up reading this fic when it’s done #THIS SCENE IS VITAL FOR THE PLOT OKAY #alastor fic #fan fic #writing #don’t come for me…bad title of your sex tape

[gallawitchxx]

it wouldn't be sex tape day if i didn't at least shout-out the masterpiece that is cinematic by @metalheadmickey & @heymrspatel , but also while you're at it, check out this delectable ditty that was gifted to me by speedy-fingers-mcgee @suchagallabitch

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day 13: sex tape for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings

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“Fuck, baby, would you look at yourself? All spread out and open for me... Shit, I’m the luckiest motherfucker.”

You like watching yourself. 

You haven’t always, but you do now. You get it, you see the appeal. Gets you fucking hard to see how lost in the sauce you are, how eager and willing you become.

But it’s really what it does to Ian that makes it all worthwhile.

Seeing you on tape makes him babble and sweat, grab you by the hips and pull you close.

Intimate. 

The way other couples think about flowers or a home-cooked meal.

#seriously though jessie has gifted us with so many sex tape fics? #or as mickey would say 'sex VIDEO' #what a strange but beautiful thing they made canon #day 13 #catch up by clicking this tag -> #dirty drabbles #all drabbles all 100 words all experimental #no plans just fun 🖤👻 #shameless #shameless fanfiction #gallavich kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

[wynnyfryd]

Fix the Munson doctrine angst pls

#lmaoooo everyone’s so mad at me today for that #don’t worry i’ll finish the steddie sex tape fic as an apology #it’s actually really tender i got soft squishy feelings in my smut again whoops #steddie #steddie fic #my writing #my asks

[metalheadmickey]

kinktober collection chapter 1 - "I bet all our neighbors can hear you."

prompt fill for gallavich kinktober 2022 day 13 - sex tape X "I bet all our neighbors can hear you. I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are." from @gallavichthings tags: anal sex, begging, dirty talk, loud sex rating: explicit word count: 2293

in which ian and mickey decide to be very neighborly and mature.

#astonishingly i have written a prompt fill for today that does NOT include them making a sex tape #anyway enjoy everyone! i'm posting this and then running off to work #gallavich kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #gallavich fic #my fic

[chrollohearttags]

I just wanna update reverb but these assignments beating my ass.

#it’s not NEARLY as much work weekly as my bachelors or associates #but it’s just sooo much writing #so by the the time I finish #my brain cells are fried and I don’t want to work on a super long fic #cherry chats 🍒 #like I can literally have them done in a day and for the rest of the week I’m just chilling bc I’m not feeling writing no long story #also wanna do another sex tape fic but idk

[mooseyspooky]

So vampire johnny is now longer than lesbian johnny

#Find me on fiverr like does anybody want to hyperfixate on johnny marr for 4 years and edit this for me #I still haven't finished editing the johnny gets moz sex tape fic. Not to where I'm really happy with it #And i keep wanting to edit/rewrite catboy moz but no have to write six million pages of vampire johnny first #Also I'm dressing up as vampire johnny for Halloween #Get ready for it I'm gonna look my sluttiest #My baby is turning 60 and I'm gonna be slaying

[seoafin]

you sleep with gojo once and he's sending you unsolicited dick pics

#this happens in the poly fic except you don't fuck him you just get unsolicited dick pics #and his sex tapes (with geto) #not sfw #ddao

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

[fic: pyrite] Peter, when did you realize your feelings for your big brother Tony weren't exactly of the platonic variety? And did you deliberately went looking for some of his sex tapes to watch or did you first came across them by accident?

Oh my god, people want to know about that?! Um… I had a crush for a long time, probably, but I didn't really get it until the first night I stayed at his place… I sort of thought before that I just wanted to be like him, but then I couldn't get it out of my head that his room was right there, you know?

…And, um. It wasn't an accident.

#fic: pyrite #pyrite: peter #ursa interlude: #to be clear the sex tapes thing happened before he ever went to stay with Tony he was just in H E A V Y denial #and who could blame him. #that's rough buddy.

[l-tothe-og]

pr fic actually ends with their sex tape leaking like ive seen the future

I should've saved the sex tape idea for this fic lmaoooo bc that would have slayed. Mad as hell now >:(

#hmmm... trying to see if i can work in a sex tape nkw #lucemond #unnamed pr relationship fic