Slashers: "__" Would Include...

Jason Voorhees

Sneaky Seducer. Wanting to sit on Jason's lap? Just ask! He won't know why you want to do it, but he's not going to deny you. The second you rock against him, though, prepare yourself. *Hands fly to your waist in alarm* What are you doing?! *Gives you owl eyes*

Some Coaxing Required. *Kneads his thick muscles in hopes he'll relax his death grip* Please, Jason? I just wanna try something. Darn it. How is he supposed to refuse when you're looking at him with such longing?

Intimate. How could this feel so good? With you pressed against his chest, gripping onto him like a little barnacle, he wouldn't know left from right. God, he couldn't think. All he could do was feel. As you writhe together, he'd wrap his arms around you. Whatever this was, he never wanted it to end. *Face buried in your neck, holds on for dear life as you ride out the storm of pleasure*

Thomas Hewitt

Immediate sweating. *Aroused breathes puffing through his mask* W-What are you doing? Hands shakily clasping your hips, he'd be trembling with tension beneath you. Nevermind, he doesn't care. Just don't stop.

Muscle. Head tipped back, he'd bite his lip to keep from groaning as you slide along his clothed cock. God, he could feel your heat. At the sound of your whimpered moan, his gaze would snap to yours. Suddenly, he'd use his strength to press you harder against him, dragging you along his length as he thrusts against you.

Switch. Gazes locked, you'd beg him, "Harder." And Thomas isn't the type of man to refuse you, Y/N. Standing with your wrapped around him, Thomas would stumble to the bed. Once he's assured you're comfortable, he'd set to work using his big body to pleasure yours. Is this what you needed, darlin'? You wanted more? *Pumps his hips into yours, eyes rolling back at the feel of your nails digging into his back*

Michael Myers

Distrust. *Narrows eyes* What do you mean you want to sit on him? This may not be the easiest task in the world. Letting him hold his knife should earn you some leeway, though. *Starts to grind against him, watches his entire body melt beneath you*

Definitely a Dom. Knife slipping, Michael would finally cast it aside, moving at lightning speed to reverse your position. *Flips you over, pins you beneath him* There, much better. Wrists held overhead you'd, be helpless as this massive entity towers above you. *Tilts his head to study you* 

Prepare Yourself. Michael loves being in control. And what better way to gain control than to learn what makes your toes curl with desire? Simply put, he'd experiment with his thrusts: some slow and deep–languidly grinding into you–others fast and jarring–making you gasp at his strength. Each time he hears you moan, he'll repeat whatever caused it until you're literally begging him to let you come.

Brahms Heelshire

No permission needed. There will be no coaxing with this man. Climbing onto his lap? Yes. Don't you want to know why–? No. *Pulls you closer to straddle his quickly-forming erection.*

Loss of composure. Oh, he'd be a mess–but he's your mess. Writhing beneath you, he'd whimper and moan, begging you not to stop. You feel so good, Y/N. *Gives guttural moan* Oh, just like that. Don't stop. Please, don't stop. *Tightens his hold*

Lots of praise. Prepare for an ego boost. Your eyes, your body, your heart, your very soul–all of them are so fucking beautiful. You're a work of art. He doesn't deserve you, but, dear Lord, does he love you. *Pained look as he kisses you with all the emotion he can muster*

BONUS:

Slasher kinks...

Jason Voorhees: 

Intimacy. Jason may not be the most romantic man in the world, yet perhaps that's why sexual acts always feel so intimate with him. How else is he to show what you mean to him? *Loses himself in you* You could break him so easily. Yet there you were, holding onto him as though you couldn't bear to let go. You make him belong. You make him loved. You are his gift from above, and he'll always cherish you.

Thomas Hewitt: 

DDLG-esque. Tell him what you need, Y/N, and he'll give it to you. Always. And when you're in bed? Hearing you beg for him... God, it hits him in all the right places. *Strokes your front* Does that feel good, darlin'? At your whimpered nod, his heart would ache. Fuck, you're all he needs in the world. *Lays in the cradle of your thighs, covering you completely as he just loves you*

Michael Myers: 

Edging. Oh, he wants to come, too...yet nothing is sexier than watching you lose all sense beneath him–than feeling you desperately cling to him as though he were the only thing keeping you sane. He never wants to make you cry, but seeing your eyes leak lustful tears? In a rare moment of animalistic care, he'd kiss them away, shushing you. Not yet, Y/N. 

Brahms Heelshire. 

BDSM. He may be a deviant devil, but you hold the reigns, Y/N. Seeing you there–knowing you could easily leave, yet chose to stay? Knowing you want him, too? *Cock pulses with need* And, God, that that grin. The way you smile, teasing him to the brink of release... It's his favorite game. He'll never get enough.