REQUESTS

REQUESTS

my requests are open anon and non anon

i will write nsfw content for 18+

i’ll write for ANY SLASHER

but i’ll also wrote for non slashers just ask i’ll do them all 🙃

i also do character mood boards x zodiacs and stuff

smash that mf reblog if u hate pedophiles

c r e a m

Billy looks at you the way he looked at randy wyd?

Roman Godfrey could R U I N me in every way idec

fuck

they’re neat i’m in love

Hi!! Do you have something for thigh riding for the slashers?! If not could you do Jason, Michael, Bubba, Brahms and whoever else you want! :) thank you!!

first time doing thigh riding e v e r and like okay s o i apologize if u h8

THIGH RIDING FOR THE STABBY MEN

NSFW

Jason

I always feel like Jasons asexual but I GOT U

He grabbed you by the hips with his large hands and pulled you into his lap. You gasped at the pressure he was putting into your waist with his firm grip. You looked down at the masked man sitting in the wooden chair in front of you and placed your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. You wanted this more than he did, but he was always willing to negotiate for you. He placed one unsteady hand at your heat, you were wearing lace panties and a short summer dress. You could feel the cold temperature of his skin through the very thin fabric of your panties as he tried to carefully rub circles into your clit through them. You bucked your hips into his grip smoothly and placed one of your smaller hands onto his cock through his thick pants. Flustered, he removed his hand from you and gripped at your hips, digging into them. You moaned, and placed yourself on his thick thigh feeling the rough fabric against your warm cunt. Your moans earned you a low grunt from the tall man beneath your grip. You ground your hips back and forth, feeling his cock throb through his pants, in your hand. “Mm, Jason baby. You’re so big.” You moan as you slowly ride his lap as he digs his hands deeper into your hips, surely leaving bruises you’d admire later on. Moans escaping your lips as you pushed your cunt against him faster with every grunt your tall boy gave you. You could feel it in your stomach as your head snapped back and your legs twitched and you screamed his name as you reached your high, riding it out against him. Collapsing against his heavy, heaving chest he released the grasp on your waist and held your face in his hands pressing his mask to your cheek.

Bubba

This sweet, tall, big boy would do anything to make you happy. You were pouty and frustrated all day and he kept trying to come up with ways to cheer you up. Little did he know you were just sexually frustrated. But, being stubborn you wouldn’t relay that information to him. He laid on the bed next to you flustered, and a little irritated. Bubba pulled you into his body, making you roll over. He peered into your eyes with his large pleading ones, melting your entire existence. You sighed and went to kiss his cheek, but instead he attached his lips to yours, in his last attempt to cheer you up. You sighed and smiled into his plump lips. He took that as a sign to try and please you in the quickest way possible. He pulled you on top of him placing your legs on either side of one of his own thick legs. He held you firmly at the wrist placing his other hand on your cheek. You looked down at the man beneath you, kissing him roughly, and getting heated with every deep breath he took. You were grinding your body against his feeling yourself inching closer to the edge as his large hands tangled themselves in your hair. He pulled hard at the nape of your neck causing you to let out a loud moan and you felt a little burn in the pit of your stomach as your head snapped forward and your clit throbbed against the fabric of your jeans and you came undone with his hands grasping at your breasts. You smiled and kissed him, laying flat against his chest.

Michael

This would only be used as a form of foreplay for Michael. What he wants, he gets. Michael wasn’t around much lately. Busy, you supposed. You turned the hot water off in the shower and stepped out into the steam filled bathroom, the cold tile pressed against the souls of your feet gave you chills. You reached through the fog and snatched your towel from the sink and ruffled it through your hair before wrapping it around your wet body. You pulled the bathroom door open to reveal your bedroom and the masked man sitting on your bed,hands on his legs. Waiting. You leaned against the door frame and cocked your head to the side. He mimicked you. You knew why he was here, he’s always here for the same thing in the fall. Stress relief. You bit your lip and started toward him slowly. He patted one of his thighs lightly. Your eyes met with his, almost as if asking for permission. You knew how he liked to be in control at all times. He moved his hand, silently giving you his answer. You gripped his shoulder with one hand to steady yourself as you straddled his thigh. He gripped your wrist on his shoulder, firmly and bounced his leg a few times, “Fuck, Michael.” You groaned, feeling your bare skin against the rough fabric of his jumpsuit. You jerked forward, and his hands went for your towel, ripping it away from your body leaving you exposed. Your nipples were already erect from the cold air after your shower which drove him even crazier. His large hands gripped your breasts and you threw your head back, bucking your hips into him again slowly and repeatedly. Probably too slow for his liking, He gripped your hips hard, surely leaving bruises by morning. He held you in his grip firmly, bouncing his leg again but more violently this time, moving you with his own arms faster and harder into him. You grew closer to the edge, and you gripped his shoulders tight, letting out a loud shaky moan. You screamed , “Fuck Michael!” and is you crumbled and rode out your orgasm you fell into his chest gripping it tight. You whispered, “Thank yo-” You felt him quickly and roughly lift you off of him, dropping you onto the bed. He hovered over you, you knew he’d want more. He always does.

Brahms

Brahms, a switch if there ever was one.

You and Brahms were playing a game of hide and seek to pass the time. You were it, and having a hell of a time finding him. You heard a light childish giggle from what you knew was the other side of the wall. “Brahms, we said no cheating!” You called out to him. There was shuffling inside the wall and then you turned around to find him standing behind you,”I did not cheat, (y/n).” He spoke in his soft childish voice. “Brahms, were you in the walls?” You questioned crossing your arms over each other. The tall man looked down, “Yes, (y/n).” He answered. “Right, and that’s cheating.” You spoke sternly. He took fast, large strides toward you, as he got closer he backed you into the wall behind you. You placed a hand on his chest. “(y/n), I cheated.” He huffed, his breath flowing through the mask brushing over your hair as he towered over you. “So, you’re it then. You cheated. Those are the rules, Brahms.” You told him in a strong, strict tone. He shuffled to count and you hid in the closet in your room. You heard him walk passed you so you took that as an opportunity to run to a new spot. You were blindsided midway down the hall, by Brahms tackling you. You went straight to the floor his large hands keeping your head from hitting the wood. “I found you, I win.” He spoke. “Brahms, you aren’t supposed to tackle me. And you cheated before.” You told him. Brahms, being the brat he was huffed like a child and flipped you guys over so you were straddling his lap, instead. You reached up slowly, not wanting to startle the man under you. You gripped the bottom of the mask and lifted it slightly, just above his mouth, so you could attach your lips to his. He gripped your hips softly to adjust you slightly, so you were straddling mostly one thigh. The dress you had on, hiking up even farther, exposing the white lace panties you were wearing. They were one of the only pairs you had left. Brahms raked his hands up your thighs and up your dress and up to the skin of your sides. You let out a shaky breath grinding your hips down onto his thigh. His hands gripped you firmly under you dress causing you to repeat the action of bucking your hips. You moaned into his lips and he pulled you in closer. You gripped his hands from over your dress, steadying yourself with your weight on his arms as he played with your breasts. You let your hands fall to the floor and his hands clawed down to your hips holding you harshly on top of him. A low growl left his mouth as your hand slid up over his cock and up to his sternum as you quickly reached your high, feeling your cunt throb against the fabric of his jeans. “(y/n).” His normally childlike voice replaced with a low raspy one, saying your name made you fall apart on top of him. You collapsed completely on top of him. He flipped you two over so he hovered over you. “I want a reward too.” He spoke.