Slashers: "__" Would Include...

Quick Note: The Thomas one is referring to the Matchmaker plotline (in which there is dubious consent because Hoyt tells Thomas to either f*ck you or he will. Thomas hasn't touched you since...but he definitely wants to.)

Jason Voorhees

Immediately tries to hide what he's doing. *Frantically covers himself with the blanket* Oh, Y-Y/N! D-Did you need something? His signing would be shakier than ever.

He'd be afraid of your disapproval. He knows you would probably be disgusted. You may make love, but this...this was different. After all, how many bad people had he seen doing this? Fully ashamed, he'd avert his gaze.

He'd surrender to you. There you'd be, crawling across the bed to cup his face, pulling him into a tender, yet hungry kiss. I love you, he'd think. And how could he not? You're his everything. He can't help but run his hand through your hair, too lost in the kiss to notice your hand creeping downward...

Thomas Hewitt

He'd be horrified. There'd he'd been, jerking off instead of working. He knows he shouldn't have given in, yet the images of you from that first time together... Face heating to an impressive shade of red, he'd quickly turn from you, trying to hide what he'd been doing.

He'd pray for you to leave. Fists clenched, he'd tense at the sound of your concerned approach. Was he alright? You wouldn't want him--that's why he'd been using his hand. Rough and calloused, not like your lush, tight heat. At the thought, his cock would grow even harder, forcing a mortified groan from his lips. No, he was definitely not alright.

Michael Myers

He wouldn't stop. Pinning you with dark eyes, he'd continue to pump his shaft, licking his lips at the sight of your obvious arousal. You could leave at any time, yet having you there was such a treat.

You'd get to watch him come. Having you watch--somehow it was too much. Panting, his strokes would grow faster, cock twitching as it grows painfully hard. Fuck, Y/N, don't you dare move. Gritting his teeth, his eyes would never leave yours--not even when he stifles a groan, his back from arching from the power of his release.

Brahms Heelshire

He's too far gone to care. Afterward, he'll worry about going too far. Yet now? God, Y/N, just touch him--touch him anywhere. He needs you so badly. *Cock twitches at the thought of your hands on him.* Whimpering, he'd tell you as much.

If you touch me, I'll come. How can you resist a promise like that? You can't. Reaching forward to caress his arm, he'd let out a moan--the sound resonating deep in the pit of your belly. Did he really like your touch that much? Curious (and more than a little aroused), you'd flick one of his nipples. *Back arches, hips buck as he cries out* Eyes fully dilated, you watch in awe as he comes just from that.