#Strip Nude for Your Killer

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Femi Benussi in Strip Nude for Your Killer (1975)

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[milesbennell56]

Strip Nude for Your Killer 1975

[horrororman]

🔪 Notable films that were released on August 26th...

#TheWaroftheWorlds (1953).

#scifi

#TheAbominableSnowman (1957)(UK).

#PeterCushing

#horror #scifi

#StripNudeforYourKiller (1975)(Italy).

#giallo

#NaturalBornKillers (1994).

#action

#TheBrothersGrimm (2005).

#TheCave (2005).

#DontBeAfraidoftheDark (2011).

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Strip Nude for Your Killer (1975)

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[hoshigray]

love love LOVEE your toji/sukuna fics, mean big guys have me in a chokehold, but even more so if there’s aftercare right after destroying u , I’d like to see how you write that! No pressure, just a suggestion lol

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: no but you're so valid, idk why i keep forgetting about after care, ughhh!! ty for loving my tojikuna stuff <3

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna + Toji x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - monster-fucking (kuna got 2 dicks) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - biting/nibbling - dacryphillia - unprotected sex - aftercare; taking a warm bath together + tending wounds - pet names (baby, [little] dove, pet, princess, sweet thing) - tojikuna being snarky partners; good luck, lmao - mention of blood, drool/spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k

“Ahaaahhn! T-Tojii, t-too fast, going too fas—Shhaaa!!”

“Heh, y’re complainin’, but y’re the one squeezin’ my dick like crazy.”

“Hmph, right, like some dirty whore…Shit, ass’s so tight…”

You were the partner of both Tōji Fushiguro and Sukuna Ryōmen—a fact that many would be astonished to know and for you to go dizzy thinking about.

How does one lure in the deadly, cursed being proclaimed the King of Curses and a cold-blooded assassin dubbed the Sorcerer Killer? You couldn’t even think of a quick answer to such a question. What you do know is that being a spouse of the terrifying two in this polyamorous relationship was the definition of intense. And that would go for tonight as well.

Being bent and forced to be taken advantage of by your two lovers was nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, it’s almost a daily occurrence when either of them comes and pulls you aside to appease themselves. Nonetheless, what else was a little cute wife like you supposed to do: sit there and look pretty? Not tonight, at least.

You were all confined in your shared quarters, all three bodies atop the futons pulled to the tatami flooring—three bodies stripped from their discarded attire, now nude and meshed together in hot and wanton passion.

Toji was beneath you, yet that didn’t diminish his control over you. You may be straddling him and moving your hips to take in his erect cock into your aching cunt. However, his hands are stationed firmly on your waist, influential to your pace as he bucks into your wetness stuffed on excessive come. The fast ruts make it grueling to find the rhythm—but that’s what the dark-haired man wants, to see you all desperate and wailing from up above. “How ya feelin’, sweet thing?” 

As if you had any room to speak, so winded that wails were the only words you could say. 

“Oi, pet, answer when you’re being talked to.”

And the voice behind you doesn’t make this scene any better.

From your backside, Sukuna’s massive frame hovered over you and Toji’s, his gigantic frame easily dwarfing you both. His lower arms hold you down by the calves, and his upper left keeps him upright from easily squishing his partners. And the upper right crawls up to your throat, suffocating your airways lightly with just his thumb and forefinger.

As the other has you from below, the gigantic cursed man deals with you from above. His lower member is plunged into your rear hole, stretching you to the point of tears with his hefty girth while the other rubs on the crevice of your ass with every push of his hips. The hands on your legs come up to your waist, brushing Toji’s, who moves his to your chest.

His guttural purrs send shivers up to your ears, and the tongue of his stomach probes you with a lick on your sweaty back. “We need words, or else you’ll be crushed without knowing, little dove.”

Because that is what you were: their little wife tending to them as a spouse would. 

You swallow spit before the grip on your throat gets any tighter. “I–I…Feel sho goood…!” You twitch when the behemoth licks and nibbles on your ear so dangerously as if he’s tempted to eat you—he just might be. “—Mmmhh! S-Shoo fuull..”

Toji notices and snickers, “Yeah, baby?” His hands on your breasts are rough, making you whimper. “Doin’ good so far,” he tweezes a nipple, earning a sharp yelp to leave your puffy lips. “Hehm, so adorable, mama…” you cry even more when he pops the other nipple into his mouth; the feel of his tongue on your bud had you hot. 

“—Hnnm!! Fucking hell, this ass…!” Sukuna’s groans are felt, the vibrations rattling your bones. “Keep grippin’ me like that, princess..” He adds more weight and has you howling like no tomorrow. The nails of his fingers leave dents that you’re sure to see later on—just more to add onto the collection harboring all over your skin – bites and marks galore. 

Your eyebrows screw together, drool escaping your agape lips. The laps around your nipple become feverish along with Toji’s thrusts, and Sukuna pistoning his cock so harshly; it makes you wobble, yet you maintain your balance for the older man beneath you to keep sucking and playing with your chest. 

“—Taahh, uhhgg, sh-shiiit,” your hands grip the sheets as your eyes roll to the top–a sign that you were to fall into your release in mere seconds from the constant rubs of your sensitive spots.

Clamping onto their shafts, you shriek during the impending climax, the walls of your holes puckering and contracting around the limbs that graze your sensitive nerves. You finally give in and fumble atop Toji, luckily catching your expected reaction with a smirk. “Fuck, feel so good and tight,” he kisses your cheek and chortles when your arms sling around his neck. “Stay still, baby; let us finish here.”

The two men still undulate their hips, their dicks ravaging your insides even when you’re stuck in your crescendo. You nearly choke on your spit, wailing as you’re forced to submit to their frantic bucks, and the sounds of them moaning and groaning only fuel your ears to clench them even tighter. It has both men hiss and tighten their hold on you, Toji burrowing his face to bite your shoulder while Sukuna’s fangs dig into the other. And you can tell blood was drawn as the giant licks the inflicted marking.

At your scream, they simultaneously bust their loads into your trembling frame, stuffing you with more of their essence in your cunt and asshole. And Sukuna’s upper cock dispels its semen out to paint your back. The sensation of their lengths pulsating inside you has you quiver, hiccupping when they sneak in short yet fierce pounds into your sore holes until their sweaty frames succumb to tranquility. Then, they remove their limbs with a blissful groan to your sob, come sliding and dripping down to your thighs. 

Finally, you sigh into Toji’s chest as he kisses your forehead and kneads your ass lovingly. I can finally rest now…

However, you squeak when your body is pulled upward so quickly, and you’re now being held by Sukuna, who straightens up and stands up. He scoffs, “Relax, dove.” The hand under your legs squeezes the flesh of your thigh. 

Leaving Toji to the futon, the cursed ancient man thunderously strides out to the room two rooms down from the shared room. He slides the shoji door open after the changing room, and you’re instantly met with a wave of humid air from the bathing area. Ripples from the humongous stone bath become more evident as Sukuna closes in, and the water climbs when he gets inside with his massive volume.

He sits, the water sitting above the mouth of his abdomen. He has you sitting on his lap, yet his lower arms still hold you close to his chest. With the upper left, he brings the wooden bucket the servants left behind to scoop with water and pours it gently above your head. 

Your hands wipe the water from your face, but a washcloth and a colossal hand wipe it down for you. “Y-You know, I can clean myself,” you inquire with a scrunched expression as Sukuna wipes your cheeks a little too rough. 

“With your shaky legs, I’d be amazed if you’d even make three steps out of the room.” You pout at his tease, and it only has him want to poke fun at you more. “Like a baby deer trying to walk.”

You snatch the washcloth with a heated face. “Quit it!” Humiliated, you sigh and raise your left arm to dap on the markings decorated on your skin. However, he takes it away from you, his lower left gently grabbing your arm for the lower right to compress the damp cloth on your sore markings. 

“Let me.” He wasn’t asking, leaving you no space to interject his company. He pulls an ointment from the other wooden basket into the washcloth; the lavender scent pleases your nostrils while the minty sensation cleanses your skin. “Sit back,” he orders you, and you allow your back to rest on his torso, watching the man tend to the wounds he and his partner inflicted on you. It almost puts you to sleep, sighing pleasingly and relaxing to the monster’s touch. 

Speaking of, “Wow, so ya leave me at the room to clean up after you two, huh?” Toji enters the bathing space, joining you and Sukuna in the warm water. “What am I, y’r maid?”

“You seem to have walked here on your own just fine.” Sukuna bends to place a kiss on top of your head while the raven-haired other approaches closer. “You have no room to complain, Fushiguro.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you observe Toji come to you between Sukuna’s legs. “Hey, mama, feel better?” You nod to him meekly while he cups your cheeks with one hand. He then brings you to a soft kiss, mewling to his lips while his wet thumb brushes your cheek. “Mmm, so cute…Stand up fr’ me.”

He takes the wet cloth from Sukuna’s grasp while you slowly rise. He helps you turn around to have your back to him, your hands clinging onto Sukuna’s thighs while the giant gives the human male a cream to place on the rag. Toji then rubs circles on the red crescents of your waist–dents marked from Sukuna’s nails–and you jerk and hiss at the contact. 

“I know, sweetie, I know,” he coaxes you with whispers to the ear and a kiss on your shoulder. “Blame ‘Kuna for doin’ a number on ya.”

“Keh, I know you’re not talking,” the salmon-haired one sniggers as he grabs another dry cloth to wipe your collarbone. “I can count with three hands how many of these hickeys aren’t mine.” 

The other barks a laugh. “Now I know y’r ass is lyin’.” The two men humor themselves on the trauma they just put you and your tiny body through, and you can only shake your head at their insufferableness. Yet, at the very least, they’re taking their roles as your lovers to take care of your body. Not so bad, isn’t it?

Especially when the bathing is over, and you’re all clean from the event that transpired an hour ago, sleep stops evading you, and you return to the shared room ready for slumber. To end the night, the candles are blown out, you’re adorning your yukata robe for your soft skin, and Toji and Sukuna wait for you on the futon to conclude this session. 

Toji has you to his right, arm around your figure to keep you close to his warmth. This gives you the view of his easeful sleeping face; the moonlight from the opened shoji window panels makes it easy to trace his handsome features and the deft scar on his lips. To his left was Sukuna, his tremendous size unavoidable, and his strength still evident as his upper arm cages you and the other older man in proximity. The pink-haired beast purrs at the rub of Toji’s hand on his nape and hair, and you giggle at the display—like a giant cat.

Seeing the Sorcerer Killer and the King of Curses act so leisurely around someone is inconceivable; not many live to see such a picture when met with their brute force and killing instincts. And yet, you suppose that makes you more valuable than anyone, their sole and precious partner.

And as you bury your face and let the blanket of sleep take over, you rest for yet another night, knowing you’re in the best care you could ask for.

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[forthegothicheroine]

Strip Nude for Your Killer (1975) gives me the impression that Italian men have mommy issues.

[whor-ror-forever]

Ash Williams and Pyramid Head x AFAB Reader

Words: 1834

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dubcon, violence, forced exhibitionism, oral, vaginal fingering and vaginal sex, slight cum inflation

Summary: Ash and you try to warm each other up, but are rudely interrupted

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Ash was horribly obnoxious, and unfortunately, you were trapped with him. 

The biting cold from outside seeped into the room, forcing your body to shiver so hard it felt as if your bones would break. Your knees were pulled tightly to your chest, visible breath emanating from your mouth like smoke. Several generators to go, but you badly needed a rest, your lungs burning from having been running in the bitter frost for what seemed like hours. 

“You know,” Ash speaks up. “We could warm up if we huddled together.”

You look at him and roll your eyes. “Yeh, you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

“Look, baby, I’m just stating a fact! I’m not exactly happy with this shit show either.” He said. 

At least it was light outside, and the sun never set. 

“Fine, but our clothes are staying on,” you groan. 

“Woah, woah, I never said anything about getting nude,” Ash replied. “That’s your little fantasy, not mine.”

You reluctantly scoot close and press your body against his. He wraps an arm around you. You didn’t hate the guy, he was a good person deep down and he had done some good things, but his cockiness and pride kinda of pissed you off. 

“Damnit, my hand is frozen solid,” Ash groaned, trying to bend the fingers of his metal prosthetic. “If I had my chainsaw, we’d be outta here in no time.”

“No weapons,” you said. “It doesn’t want us to be able to fight back.” 

It just wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve this hell, most of the other survivors didn’t either, shit, you were sure that even some of the killers probably shouldn’t be being punished like this. You felt tears start to form in your eyes, and quickly tried blinking them away. 

“Awe, come on kid, don’t get that way,” Ash said. 

“I’m just….tired,” you replied. “I don’t know the last time I slept, or ate, or bathed, or….”

Ash looked at you, waiting to hear the end of your sentence. “…Yeh,” was all you said. 

The truth was, you had been pent up for the last…what was it, month? How long had you been trapped here? Long enough that your body was badly aching for release, but of course, you never had the time. You knew that some of the others would sometimes sneak away from the campfire, but they were braver than you.

And you hated to admit it, but sometimes when you were being pursued, it turned you on. The feeling of your heart racing, blood boiling, muscles cramping, knowing that it would be all over if you were caught; the thrill got you going. 

You looked up at Ash. His greying hair, his slightly soft but nice body, his confidence, it was all arousing in that moment. Sure he got on your last nerve, but you were desperate, and he was a good looking man. 

“Maybe we should do something to warm up, like get our bodies moving,” you said. 

“What, you wanna do some squats or jumping jacks?” Ash retorted sarcastically.

Shit, was he going to make you spell it out for him?

“No dumbass, I meant…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Your face turned red, and you looked down at the floor.

Ash stared at you in silence for a long moment. “Sweetheart, are you…sure? I’m twice your age..”

Ah, so he did catch on.

“So? I’m a fully grown adult, aren’t I? And I’m cold,” you responded. 

Ash sighed. “It’s gonna get colder if we strip.”

“We’ll warm up pretty quick,” you said. “And…it shouldn’t take long.”

Ash scoffed. “I can’t tell if that’s a jab at me or you saying something about yourself.”

“Come on, Ash, is it a yes or no?” You asked. 

The older man put his hand to your groin and started to caress. You took in a deep breath, but mostly unable to feel his touch through your thick pants. 

“No, no, you gotta-“

“I know, I know, here,” Ash muttered, slipping his hand into your waist band.

His fingers found your wet heat. You gasped a little, spreading your legs and giving him room to work. 

“So, uh, how long has it been since you….yanno,” he asked. 

“Awhile,” was all you said.

Ash used his free hand to palm at himself as he started to circle your clit. You closed your eyes and bit your lip. Normally, you would already be close after having waited so long, but the situation was making it difficult. The cold, the hard ground, the fear of the killer, it was all uncomfortable. 

Ash slipped two fingers into your hole, making you yelp. You writhed, trying to enjoy it.

“This doing anything for you, baby?” He asked sincerely.

“I think…I think you gotta fuck me, Ash,” you replied. 

He huffed. “Boy, oh boy…”

You quickly shimmied your pants and underwear off, letting them fall around your ankles. You gasped as your exposed cunt was assaulted by the cold air. Ash returned his hand to you, spreading your folds.

“I know how to prep you,” he said, bending down.

He put his face between your legs and started to tongue your clit. You threw your head back, leaning back on your hands. He lapped up your folds, dipping his tongue inside of you and returning to suckle your hard bud.

“Ash…” you whimper, legs starting to shake. 

“This good?” he asks, lifting his head for a moment, his mouth coated in your arousal. 

You nod, and he goes back down.

“I want you inside me,” you said with a shaky voice. 

Ash hums, sending vibrations into your core. “I don’t carry any lube on me, so I gotta make sure you’re good to go,” he answered. 

His warm tongue swirls around your clit, teeth occasionally grazing it. He fucks your entrance will his tongue, tasting your sweet juices as your cunt throbs for him. Your body responded, and you could feel your stomach start to tighten. 

“Ash, please!” You begged. 

“Alright, baby, alright,” he smirks, and unzips. 

He frees his cock, thick and erect. Your spread your legs wider as he moves between them, lining himself up with your hole. He rubs his cock head over your clit, then nestles it between the lips of your cunt, ready to plunge inside. 

You hear footsteps.

“What was that?” You ask, snapping out of your blissful state. 

“What was what?” Ash replies. 

A tall, hulking figure appears in the doorway behind Ash. 

“Oh, SHIT!” You cry out, quickly scrambling away from Ash.

The Executioner raises his sword above his head as Ash turns to look.

“Fuck!” He shouts, swiftly spinning around and putting his arms out in front of you.

The extreme blade crashes down on Ash’s shoulder, splitting his torso. He chokes up dark blood and collapses to the floor. 

“Ash!” You scream as the Executioner grabs him by the hair and lifts him up to his feet.

Ash coughs up more blood as he thrashes and grunts. You can’t help but look at his softened cock flopping every which way as the Executioner throws him aside. 

“R-Ruuun…” he groans, too hurt to stand.

You try to pull up your pants, but they are swiftly grabbed by the monster and ripped off your legs. He sets his sword aside and takes your legs, pulling them apart. Your still soaked cunt is presented to him, wet with your arousal and Ash’s spit.

“Don’t touch her!” Ash cries, trying to crawl toward you.

The Executioner puts a large hand down to your groin and presses a rough finger to your clit. You close your eyes and whimper, and your face burns with embarrassment as you realize that you’re still turned on. 

“S-Stop!” Ash continues to protest.

The Executioner shoves a finger inside you, curling it in a ‘come here’ motion. You gasp at the intrusion, and the burst of pleasure. Ash groans and writhes on the floor, slowly bleeding out. The monster starts to pump his digit in and out of your tight cunt, pressing against your sweet spot repeatedly. 

You start to sweat and pant, somehow enjoying this. Soon, the huge monster moves his robes aside and lets an enormous, veiny cock free. 

Ash cannot speak any longer, and is forced to watch as the Executioner rams himself into your heat with one single thrust. He is large and thick, and threatens to rip you apart as he starts bucking his hips, fucking you roughly. 

You start to cry, humiliated that Ash was dying while you were getting the life fucked out of you, and loving it. The monster shoves you down onto your back, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at the bizarre metal contraption on its head. 

You whine, begging under your breath, begging for him to let Ash live, begging for him to go faster and make you cum. He pounds you into the floor, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. You grab onto his shoulders, eyes shut tight and jaw dropped.

“I’m…sorry, Ash!” You sob. It was horrible, but part of you hoped that he would die before he had to watch you climax. 

Suddenly, you’re flipped over onto your stomach and taken from behind. The Executioner slams into you, gripping your ass cheeks so hard that you know it would leave dark bruises. You claw at the floor as drool seeps from the corner of your mouth.

The monster’s thrusts become more powerful, increasing in speed. You feel like you were about to break, his giant member impaling you and stuffing your guts in a horrible but wonderful way. Suddenly, you feel a rush of warmth shoot into your womb, and the Executioner slots himself inside of you and holds himself there. He was dumping his hot load into you, holding you still to ensure that you took every drop. 

You cunt clenches down on his length as you climax. Your cries of ecstasy fill the small building, body shaking and eyes rolling back into your head. His cum is unending, continuing to flow into your insides. 

You see stars as your belly swells from the monster’s enormous amount of release. You have been used by a monster, and God, did it feel incredible. He finally pulls out, and you feel his cum dribble out from your abused hole. 

You turn to look at Ash, who was now dead. You dreaded seeing him around the campfire that night, the awkwardness would be painful. 

The Executioner stands and grabs his blade. You don’t even protest, too exhausted. Poor Ash, though, he never got to get off. The monster lifts his sword, and brings it down on your neck, instantly separating your head from your body. It rolls away, leaving a trail of gore. 

The ground is covered in a mixture of blood and cum, and the Executioner tucks himself away before leaving to find the other survivors. 

[actorsinunderwear]

Nino Castelnuovo in Strip Nude for Your Killer (1975)

[milesbennell56]

Strip Nude For Your Killer 1975

[albaandbatty]

Connecting Dots: Daisies (1966), Strip Nude For Your Killer (1975), Leopard Skin (2022) and La Marge (1976)

[deadbydangit]

Could we get another part of accidentally walking in on reader changing, but with some killers this this time?

-Anony🩵🍄

Guess that was really popular, because I got another request for this. I'll choose three killers. Please enjoy.

Accidentally walking in on the S/O Reader changing. SFW and NSFW

Mastermind, Trickster, Legion (Joey)

Mastermind

SFW

He doesn't need to knock.

He's been with you for years, why would he?

What could you possibly be doing that you have to close the door?

You don't need to hide anything from him.

But when Wesker walks in on your half naked, he's a bit more embarrassed.

He's too ashamed to look you in the eyes.

While this is rather awkward, he'll at least let you know of his presence by clearing his throat.

"Forgive me. I should've knocked dearheart."

His voice becomes so timid and quiet that you probably won't recognize it.

"You look very nice today."

The poor man's cheeks are so pink.

He's now considering getting a lock for the door.

"I'll be out in the hall if you need me."

And he will stand there till you come out.

He's always one step ahead. So being caught off guard is humiliating.

Make sure he doesn't take it too hard.

Thank him for the compliment and go on with your day.

He'll be a lot more careful from here on out.

NSFW

Now that he's much more aware of when you're changing, he's going to be taking advantage of it.

So, when he is in the mood, he'll walk right in.

"Oh, dearest where are your clothes?"

And he knows you were changing.

He's doing this completely on purpose, but acting like it was an accident.

He's also installed a lock on the door.

No one will be interrupting.

No one is allowed to see you like that except him.

"Perhaps I'll join you then."

And he'll strip, slowly and sensually.

You won't be able to resist.

There are other times when he'll get straight to the point.

"There you are. All ready for me. Perfect."

Occasionally, he'll dip into a little dirty talk.

"You little whore. Just waiting for someone to come in, are you? Leaving yourself wide open for anyone to fuck you? Well, I'm here. So let's get started."

You know he's only messing around.

Seeing you so exposed and helpless lights a fire in him that only you can.

Trickster

SFW

Another one who doesn't bother to knock.

He lives here, why should he have to knock?

And, if he walks in on your changing, he doesn't understand the big deal.

He might even leave the door wide open when he enters.

Make sure to get him to close it.

You'll probably get an eye roll.

He's done photo shoots where he's completely nude among other risque things.

Just for his idol gig.

So seeing you without clothes doesn't seem to phase him.

The only reason he doesn't walk around totally naked all the time is because it isn't good for his skin.

And he loves fashion.

Can't look as stunning when you aren't wearing anything.

He also likes to keep everyone wanting more, only to realize that they can't have it.

He will, however, make you change what you were going to wear.

It doesn't suit you.

He's just looking out for you.

But, Ji-Woon will compliment you before hand.

His eyes will flutter and he'll sigh with content.

"And to think, you're all mine."

NSFW

There's another reason he won't walk around nude all the time.

It's because no one should get to see his glory but you.

And he believes it's the same for you.

No one gets to see you but him.

So when he walks in and he's in the mood, you'll know because he's practically drooling.

At times like this, he will lock the door.

You're his.

"Just know, that this is your fault. Looking like that."

To make sure you get excited too, he'll do a strip tease.

And by God is he good at it.

Emphasis on the tease part.

Even before he touches you you're already unravelling.

"Can't wait any longer?

He'll smirk before giving you what you really want.

Legion (Joey)

He has his headphones in.

Not even paying attention.

Kind of jamming out.

This was the first time this had happened.

So when he finally looks up to see you nearly naked, he freezes.

The door is still wide open.

And so is his mouth.

Snap him out of his trance and get him to close the door.

It's like he's never seen this before.

Like some holy grail fell from the sky.

He's that memorized.

If you want him out, say it.

And he'll burst out the door while muttering a bunch of apologies and curse words.

"Holy shit I'm so sorry. Shit shit, fuck I didn't mean it."

You might find him later talking to the rest of the Legion.

They're obviously giving him shit.

And he's obviously really embarrassed.

Make sure to joke about it.

Let him know that it isn't a big deal and you aren't upset.

But feel free to give him a little grief about it.

It was pretty funny.

NSFW

He knows better now.

Joey will knock before he enters the room.

But, if he is in the mood, he'll sneak in.

Holding back all his laughter.

When you aren't watching, he'll start removing all of his clothes.

Look back to see him rock hard with a smirk on his face.

"What? I thought we were getting naked?"

Like he has no idea what's going on.

But he's going to start laughing.

And you'll probably start laughing too.

He has the most contagious laughter.

"What, you're just going to tease me with that sexy ass of yours? No fair."

Again, still playing around.

He's the type to grab you and throw himself and you into bed like he's jumping into a pool.

This silly sweet boy just can't get enough of you.

[cipheramnesia]

There's a lot of great stuff about being into horror. Constantly having to be critical of media bias without letting it necessarily stop me enjoying the media. Always fulfilling my quotient of people sexily covered in blood. And of course seeing a title like Strip Nude For Your Killer and the anticipation of wondering what that's gonna be all about (probably nudity and murder).

[sigmasoyboy]

Hello, im new to your page and really love your art and characters 😊

I dont know if the ask game is still on but i would like to ask the questions number 23 and 25 for the Serial Killer Trio.

P.s English is not my first language. Sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes 😅

haaa thank you (*´◡`*) this answer is extra long so I hope you enjoy the read !

23. Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

I guess the first part is in term of romance or friendship ? I'll go with that meaning (◎ ◎)ゞ

Elov doesn't really conceptualize feelings and relationships in the traditional way: what he prefers is kinship, a sense of understanding each other deeply. Usually it leads to sex because his concept of showing affection has been twisted but it's not the /core/ of it either. Quickest way to his heart is showing similar lack of remorse/empathy/care for consequences or a different but relatable otherness (or trying to kill him when he had exactly the same idea).

Wallace def is a romance person, dangerously so. Affection is fine and dandy but he yearns too hard to possess someone exclusively and be loved/accepted unconditionally. Good thing he has worked on his jealousy and obsession issues ( ￣ω￣ ;ゞ Quickest way to his heart is, a bit sadly so, having feelings for him...

Lesley is more of an affection person, he isn't even really sure he is able to feel romantic feelings at all. Relationships in general are a little fuzzy, he has trouble seeing them as anything but temporary, though it doesn't mean he doesn't feel them deeply while they last. Quickest way to his heart... Who knows ? Perhaps a similar melancholic disposition.

25. Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

Elov finds getting overpowered and putting on a struggle extremely hot, guess you could say he's got a CNC kink but huuuh most of the time the other party is literally fighting him for their life so it's not really consented. I guess his weird bedroom habit is stabbing his partners out of nowhere. He's also massively into older dudes (if you had not realized by now lol) but that's less a kink and more daddy issues. He does have a knack for inappropriate places and mirrors though.

Wallace's doesn't really have a weird bedroom habit, if you don't count that he used to choke his partners to death. He's actually still into choking but he doesn't indulge in it anymore, he's too scared the pull will be too strong and he'll entirely relapse into killing. Being choked himself is free game though, and he's also into knife and blood play (on him)(I don't think I ever mentioned that he's a bottom leaning switch ?)

Lesley's weird bedroom habit is stripping the very minimum no matter how warm it is. He has issues with his body (more just it existing than like, anything related to looks) and being nude makes him uncomfortable. It's to the point where even just removing his pants completely is already too much. He doesn't really have any kinks, actually he wasn't sexually active at all before Elov (and then Wallace) barged into his life and came unto him. He goes along with whatever the other two drag him in as long as he can keep his clothes and most of it feels good for sure but it hasn't really awakened anything in him.