Slashers: "__" Would Include...

Jason Voorhees

TV Static. His mind would go completely blank. He'd simply tilt his head to the side, silently watching you move into tighter and tighter shapes. How were you doing that? 

Touchy touchy. Drawn closer like a moth to flame, Jason would startle you by placing a hand on your spine, wanting to feel the strange flex of muscles. From then on he'd think of you as his little tiger--just as strange and exotic.

Massage. Mmm, his warm hands always felt so good on your skin. At your pleased hum, Jason's gaze would snap to yours. You liked this? Curiously, he'd give another caress, watching you arch into him like a kitten. 

NOTE: No matter your build or size, Jason will always think of you in terms of 'petite' and 'little'. After all, he could easily crush you. Breaking bones? Child's play. Compared to him, you're as delicate as a newborn deer.

Thomas Hewitt

Alarm. Y/N, what happened! Rushing forward, he'd untangle you as gently as possible. What were you thinking? You could hurt yourself! It would take him a while to warm up to the idea of contortion. But what if you get stuck and no one's around to help you? What if you tear something? What if...?

He'd require a distraction. What if, what if... Kneeling between his legs, you'd urge him to relax. Leaning forward, you'd rub his thighs. Relax? He'd swallow, nervously clenching his fists. How was he supposed to relax when you did that? 

He'd be putty in your hands. "I've been doing this for years, Tommy. I know what I'm doing," you'd sooth, letting your hands drift slightly higher. "Besides, we both know you'd never let anything happen to me." (Flashforward to you bent at an ungodly angle while Thomas plows into you, giving zero fucks that Luda Mae has guests over.)

Michael Myers

Secretly impressed. Not that he'd show it. But, really, were you expecting any different? You could turn into a stegosaurus in front of the man and he wouldn't so much as blind.

Uses you as a cup holder. Are you practicing a new move? *Places TV remote in the gap between your elbow and ankle.* His lips would twitch beneath his mask, secretly enjoying the way your entire body seems to move as you huff in annoyance. 

He'd use you as a puppet. The idea of posing you in different postures would be too tempting to resist. In fact, this is what would first set you and Michael on the road to more physical affection and overall intimacy. (Your given trust would mean much to this grumpy man.)

Brahms Heelshire

*Discovers new life goal* After seeing your mad skills, Brahms would be determined to replicate them. Now let's see...you put your left foot there... 

He'd regret his decision. Best case scenario: he pulls a muscle. Worst? *Walks into the room to find Brahms hopelessly stuck* He'd look up at you with puppy eyes. Save me, Y/N.

He'd genuinely want to learn. Embarrassing episode fiercely denied, Brahms would eagerly become your star pupil. Mold him to your will, Y/N! Want revenge for any past misdeeds? "This requires a leotard. Yes the sequins are necessary." (Don't worry, he'd look fabulous...if not a bit...squished in places.)

Yautja

Legitimately amazed. He's seen plenty of mangled bodies, but seeing you twisted into those unnatural angles on purpose? Just think of all the amazing ways you could outmaneuver an enemy! He'd be instantly tempted to start your training... after he shows you some mately praise, of course.

He'd become aroused. Uhn, little blade, *palms growing erection* you're so deadly...so lethal. His mouth would practically water with the need to mate with you. 

He'd interrupt you. Low growls drawing your attention, you'd freeze, shifting to peer up at him. "Oh, I didn't see you there." *Shivers at his obvious intentions, subtly undulating your body to lure him closer.*