#strip nude for your killer

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Femi Benussi in Strip Nude for Your Killer (1975)

[666frames]

Strip Nude For Your Killer (1975)

[splatteronmywalls]

[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).

[milesbennell56]

Strip Nude For Your Killer 1975

[philrayart]

Strip Nude for Your Killer (1975)

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[chutzpahhooplah]

Italian horror movies will have thee most beautiful funny charismatic women dickmatized by the scraggliest shaggiest stupidest men fished out of a cigar lounge who also treat them like trash

[clarabowlover]

Strip Nude For Your Killer (1975)

[thhemw]

[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.

[actorsinunderwear]

Nino Castelnuovo in Strip Nude for Your Killer (1975)

[albaandbatty]

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

[aceviscontiswife]

Pictures — Danny Johnson

You catch Danny taking pictures of you so you steal his camera, giving him a surprise to come back to later.

Part 2

THIS HAS BEEN EDITED TO CORRECT ANY MISTAKES!!

Warnings: nude pictures, Danny being a stalker (+ a perv) & masturbation. Sorry kids, this isn’t for you. Afab reader

You were attempting to ‘relax’ in your shack after the entity finally decided to give you a break. All you wanted to do was relieve the stress you’d collected from the many hellish trials you had endured, the hand in your underwear desperately trying to bring you relief.

Breaks were rare in the realm, and you couldn’t even take advantage of it because Danny Fucking Johnson was outside of your shacks small window taking pictures of your half-naked body. You were only in your shirt and underwear, staring at the ceiling and wishing Danny would leave. You had stopped touching yourself once you heard the first snap, though you were sure Danny had gotten a picture of you fucking yourself.

This camera had to have unlimited storage, you’d been counting the snaps you heard and so far you’re at eight. You knew he was purposely leaving the flash on, Danny wasn’t ashamed to admit he had a thing for you. If Danny didn’t have the added strength the entity had given him, you would’ve probably jumped out of the window and tackled him onto the cold ground. That, or atleast put your clothes back on. You glanced towards the window, sending a glare out into the dark forest. You could only hope Danny saw you.

Danny was supposed to be a heartless murderer, a man whose only job was to make your lives here even more of a living hell. You questioned how he even got to the survivor side… but then again it’s Danny Johnson, he could weasel his way into anything. Who knew how many pictures of you he had on his camera?

Then, as you began to fall deep into the rabbit hole of Danny’s camera, an idea struck you. You had always liked Danny, as annoying as he was. He never killed you in trials, he talked to you whenever he saw you, and to be quite honest, he was pretty hot. Sure you’d only seen the plastic scream mask, but he had a nice build and the sigh he let out when a pallet was slammed down on him was nothing short of attractive. He’s most likely never gotten a picture of you where you were more exposed than you were now. So how about you change that? You pondered on either stripping right now, or somehow stealing his camera and leaving him a surprise to come back to. The latter seemed more your style, so you sunk back into your cot and waited for the perfect time to strike.

After what felt like a few hours had passed, you left your shack and began making your way to the river separating killers and survivors. You were dressed in a tight, black long sleeve and the best pair of pants you had, which were still stained with blood and scattered with cuts. Not the sexiest thing you could’ve worn for this, but with what you had in mind you weren’t too worried about your outfit. You knew Danny kept his spare masks in his shack, and he had recently worn his red, horned scream mask (the best mask in your opinion) so you knew it would probably smell like him. You planned on wearing the mask as you enacted your plan, the ‘grand finale’ photo taken with the mask placed on your chest so Danny could see your face.

He usually took his camera with him to trials if he was gifted a mori, but thanks to the help of Meg, who was tunneled out very quickly into the match she had been in, you learned he didn’t have one. You also learned that Dwight was a ‘locker-fucking, sandbagging, dickwad, shit excuse for a teammate’… interesting. So, your plan should be pretty easy to execute. You had no idea how the aftermath of this would go, but you were pretty sure Danny’d be ‘speaking’ to you about it once he noticed.

You had made it to the river, staring down into the endless, pitch black water. The river gave out low echoes of the entity that you couldn’t understand, but looking at it for too long made you feel sick. Shaking the feeling off of your body you took a step forwards, the water enveloping you as you swam across. Stepping out of the river, your body was completely dry. You weren’t going to question it. You could see the killers’ shacks beyond the trees, Danny’s of course being the shack the farthest from your current location.

A bit of mindless walking later and you were at his shack. You could only hope he wasn’t there, your entire plan—your entire journey over here relied on if Danny was at his shack or not. You approached the side of the house and peeked through a dusty window, unable to spot him anywhere. You smiled and rounded to the front of the shack, forcing the locked door open. You expected his shack to be messy, disgusting, like a killer stayed there. To your surprise, his shack smelled nice, his masks were neatly displayed on the wall, his cot was made and his cameras were resting on an old dresser.

You grabbed his signature camera, as well as the red, horned mask and sat down on his cot, turning the camera on and deciding to take a quick look-see through his camera roll. You groaned when you saw the first picture, which was of course you with a hand in your underwear. the other seven were of you, laying in your cot in nothing but a shirt and underwear. You had to admit, Danny wasn’t that bad of a photographer. Most of the other photos were his mori, but alot were of you. And then, just as you began to grow bored of seeing the same things, you came across a video. Instantly intrigued, you relaxed back into Danny’s cot and pressed play.

Upon pressing play, it became clear to you what Danny had recorded. The camera was facing him, his mask was pulled up to expose his mouth, a small scar ran over the left side of his plump lips which he was biting down on in an attempt to stay quiet. Your cheeks flushed as he flipped his camera around. A pair of your underwear were in his hand, which was wrapped around his cock and pumping it at a brutal pace. Precum was dripping down his shaft, leading your eyes to a large, sensitive-looking vein. You sat up, your hand gripping his mask as your gaze honed in on the camera.

“Fuck… y/n..” A sigh escapes your lips upon hearing your name. You had a feeling you were the subject on Danny’s mind, and hearing him moan your name only confirmed those thoughts. You lean back against the wall, rubbing your face with your hand. You wished you could’ve felt a little embarrassed about your current situation, but you didn’t care. Instead, you felt your pussy clench around nothing with each sound Danny let out, your clit throbbing with the want for attention.

“Y- Yes… Holy shit y/n, I’m gonna cum-!” Danny’s hand began moving at a brutal pace, his hips bucking up into his fist. You didn’t even notice your hand slipping under your shirt, tracing up your chest and grazing over your boobs. The video came to an end soon after Danny came, ropes of cum shooting from his dick and landing on his thighs and hand. He let out a loud groan as he came, his hand slowing as he pumped himself through his high.

You close out of his camera roll and bring his mask to your face, getting a scent of Danny from inside the mask. It smelled of cinnamon and the entity’s forest, enough to make you groan. Your body was tingling as you put the mask on. When the mask was secure on your face, you lift up your shirt, slipping it off and tossing it to the side. Your pants are quickly discarded, leaving you in your bra and underwear. Your nipples were rock hard, and you could feel how wet you were through your panties. Turning the camera towards you, you run your hand down your chest, pulling your underwear down to your ankles.

Your snap your first picture, shivering as you run a finger across your clit. You begin to snap picture after picture as you stroke your clit. Unable to use your other hand to feel your body, you imagine Danny on top of you, stroking you and squeezing your boobs, his face buried in your neck, sucking and biting on the sweet spot just where your pulse would be. You felt good, but you needed more. You gather your slick on your fingers and shove them deep into your hole, barely giving yourself time to adjust to your fingers before you began to pump them inside of you. You moan, tossing your head back and snapping three more pictures.

You imagined Danny plowing into you, grunting and moaning with each thrust. You could hear skin slapping skin, as if Danny was actually with you. Your body yearned for his touch, your fingers fucking you deeper. You took another picture, already feeling your climax building. You were already so close and you felt as if you had just begun. You hadn’t had the chance to touch yourself in forever, your body sensitive to the sudden stimulation.

You set the camera on your chest, taking Danny’s mask off and resting it beside your head. Grabbing the camera again, your fingers curl to hit that certain spot within you, causing you moan out loud and arch your back. The image of Danny fucking you so unbelievably deep was the only thing on your mind. Your toes curl as you begin panting out, moaning Danny’s name over and over as tears well in your eyes.

“Danny..! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Snapping as many pictures as possible, your pussy clenches around your fingers, the knot in your stomach snapping as you came. You took one last picture before setting the camera aside, panting heavily as you pulled your fingers out. You leaned over, placing a soft kiss to the masks cheek, resting in Danny’s cot for a moment before getting up and grabbing your clothes. Instead of putting your underwear back on, you tossed them next to his mask. You wanted to leave something else for him, something that would make him check the camera quicker rather than finding your photos the next time he happened to look at his camera roll. He was an editor before the entity took him, right? At least, that was what he told you… He had to have paper and pen somewhere around here.

You searched the shack for a minute before finding a scratched up, blood-stained notebook in a desk along with a blue pen—its cap chewed. Opening the notebook you found polaroids among polaroids of dead, desecrated bodies glued to the pages, each with their own description written under them. Coming to a blank page, you ripped it out of the notebook and began writing:

‘Check your camera for a surprise, stalker. Also, you’re alot louder than you think.’

-y/n

You fold the page so it would sit up on its own and place it next to his mask, camera, and your panties. Satisfied with your work, you leave the shack and begin the long trek back to the survivors side. You had no plans of going to the campfire, instead you were going to wash yourself up, change into better clothes and wait in your shack. There wasn’t any point in talking to the other survivors, you knew you’d be getting a visit fairly soon anyways.

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Alrighty!! So I just finished re-reading and correcting the many mistakes I made on this. I hope its much fresher, better, and not as cringy as it was to me lol 😂 Hope you enjoyed!

[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).

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Cleanse Your Sins

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Twelve)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, baby fic, d/s dynamics, drunk Dom, past abuse, past SA, desperation, piss kink/omorashi, edging, teasing, playful torture, top Kells, bottom Dom, dropped Dom, mentions of self harm, mentions of attempted suicide, (sounds heavy but it's a smutty chapter), orgasm denial, pressure, switching, horror movie play, sexting, improper use of a horror movie, mentions of bombs, mentions of assassination, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit af

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

Dominic barely held on until the credits rolled but he'd committed to watch a movie with his family and at some point he'd made an unspoken agreement to let himself be edged. He was still confused about when exactly he did that but he was drunk enough he wasn't surprised he missed something along the way. He was sweating, he was so worked up and bothered by multiple things. On one hand he had downed half a bottle of tequila and chased it with two cups of coffee and a bottle of water. His bladder was so full it was aching but it didn't matter, he'd been rock hard since the movie started and he was pretty sure his mate was trying to play with exposure therapy in the weirdest most fucked up way possible. Wasn't exactly out of the norm for them but still, he could tell the other man was in a mood.

At every worst, most bloody scene Colson would text him a picture of their sex or himself playing. Dom didn't even know he had such a backlog of nudes. The bastard kept teasing him about getting off on torture porn but he was the one causing it! The Alpha was far too sloshed for this shite.

The moment the credits rolled he tried to push himself up and over the arm of the couch but he got caught and fell to the ground. He enjoyed the sound of everyone giggling because it felt good natured even though he knew they were probably all still a little annoyed with him. “Careful baby boy.” His mate soothed and something went soft in his mind. He knew the other man was doing that on purpose- ‘baby’ was something he always called him but ‘baby boy' was to keep him down. Dom pulled himself up and did a little ‘ta-da’ motion to joke around before he turned to run to the bathroom. “Wait for me.” His lover added and he paused.

“I'm jus' going-”

“Wait. For. Me.” The boss’s voice came out more steady and demanding and the killer's feet froze. It didn't matter what he was ‘just’ doing, he wasn't permitted. It was that simple. His lip rolled between his fangs and he looked back at his omega who was taking his sweet ass time. He'd been holding their sleeping babe through the movie and he gently moved him to one arm and he eased himself to stand.

“Gimme. I'll watch him while you…” Blain started but cleared his throat.

Colson handed Punk over and smiled, kissing their older son on his forehead. “We're lucky to have you kiddo. Remind me to raise your allowance.” He teased and Dom snorted.

“But I already have an unlimited credit card?” The kid laughed and Kells nodded.

“Because all my bitches deserve the best.” He hummed as he met Dom and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing the poor Alpha’s stomach. The noise he made was music to Col’s ears and he hoped it set the precedence for the next hour or so. He was taking complete control and the other's torture was just beginning. He leaned down and whispered in his ear, making sure to brush his lips over the lobe. “When we get in that room I want you to strip and put a towel down on the floor. Kneel for me. Do not piss. You don't want to know what I'll do if you do.” His voice was already a growl and he was close enough to feel the killer shudder. He took a step back, put a happy smile on his face, and he slapped his lover's ass to get him moving. To everyone else it looked playful but the boy had to swallow a whine and pull his hoodie down over his crotch. It was hard enough Colson wondered if he made him leak.

Dom stumbled forward, every step felt awkward and off kilter. His body was shaking and he still felt fuzzy around the edges but bloody fuck he was aching for whatever Kells had in mind. The moment he entered their room he started stripping, he didn't even care if he heard the door shut or not. His hoodie fell to the floor, followed by his sweats and he made himself go to the closet to grab a towel. They were separate from their bathroom ones, thicker and more waterproof. Col had a number of things he didn't fully understand but he was happy to learn from his perfect teacher. Once he got back to the bedroom and had it unrolled he placed it on the floor next to the bed. He could feel the other man watching him, tracking his every move and it made everything feel hotter. More desperate. He tried even harder to make sure he did everything exactly right.

Colson closed the door behind him and he leaned against it as he watched his fiancé move. The killer had stripped down to his boxer briefs and his gorgeous ass was bouncing with every move. He could feel himself salivating at the sight and his desire for the boy but he needed to stay in control. He was throbbing hard in his shorts and dripping wet already. Dom might be easy for him but he was just as easy for his Alpha. He just had to cover it up a little more. His fingers didn't shake as he undressed but it was a near thing. He had to keep his breathing even and his hands calm. “You remember what else I said.” He huffed as he dropped his shirt and pushed down his shorts and underwear, his dick slapped his belly and covered his tats in precum. Fuck he was wet everywhere. “Leave the underwear.”

Dominic stopped with his fingers tucked into his briefs but when he started to pull his touch free his lover spoke again. “Pull the back down and get on your knees.” The Alpha blushed hot which so rarely happened but he was drunk, horny, and there was something so naughty feeling about his ass being bare for whatever the other wanted. He obeyed though, tugging the back down until his cheeks were free. His cock poked out the top in the front like it always did when he was hard and he knelt on his knees on the towel. “Tuck it back in.” It took the boy a moment to work out what the omega meant but he pushed his dick down until the fabric stretched to cover him. It looked a bit ridiculous and he knew the pair was probably no longer useful because it would be too stretched out, but as long as his mate was happy he didn't care.

Col could tell he had his partner confused but that was exactly what he needed. He needed him to obey no matter what and be the lost little lamb he appeared so often, ready for whatever his Daddy said next. Seeing the boy so broken down had stirred something inside the man and he needed to break him completely before putting him back together and sewing the pieces with his own soul. He'd glue him back together with his sweat and cum and slick. He felt primal and overwhelmed with the need for control. He didn't just want to see his bitch broken, he wanted to see him debased. He didn't know where it came from, he wasn't angry with Dom he didn't think. He just needed to prove he was owned and he wasn't allowed to leave. In any way, shape, or form.

“Wha’ now?” Dom asked sheepishly, his toes curling against the towel. His stomach hurt he needed to piss so bad but he was so turned-on he was aching. The pressure of his briefs felt almost too much and sweat was breaking out over his skin. He couldn't see his lover who was watching him from behind but he felt his foot when it pushed him forward. He fell a little too hard, even on his knees he was unsteady but he caught himself and leaned over on his elbows, clasping his hands together.

“Shut the fuck up.” Colson snapped. His eyes filled with hot tears. He hadn't thought he was still upset but before he could stop himself he was speaking again. His voice thready. “How fucking dare you. You almost left me. Us. You don't get to ask anything because you almost left me alone. You swear you were only trying to go up?” He asked, swallowing the pit in his throat.

“Y-yeah. I'm sorry luv.”

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you call me?”

“I'm sorry Daddy!” Dom called out as he felt his mate lay a hand in the middle of his back and push.

“Do you swear on me?” He asked again. He had to make sure.

“I- I- I weren't finking. I didn't mean… I don't know. I weren't finking. M’sorry. I jus' wanted to stop ‘urting and I fhought if I got away…” The killer trailed off. He was positive he wasn't actively trying to die in the moment but he wasn't thinking enough either. He didn't care for a minute what happened to him. It was a darkness different from all the others in his mind. It was the pitiful one that hid from his partner and cowered in the corner. It was one he could never conquer completely. He hated it. “I love you.” It was the only truth he knew for certain.

“Fuck you.” Kells pursed his lips and spat on his mate's ass before he ripped a pillow off their sofa and shoved it under Dom's belly. When he had it in place he pressed his hand back in the middle of the killer's spine and pushed. His bitch whimpered but he obeyed and let himself fall against the pillow. “Don't break.”

“Don't- wha’? Wha’ you mean?”

Colson huffed. It didn't feel like enough. He wanted to see his partner's face as he shattered. He stood up and kicked the cushion out from under the boy, smirking when Dom cursed. His lover was still too gone to catch himself and he wondered if he shouldn't just leave him wondering. Waiting. “On your back. Don't let go until I say you can. You don't want to piss me off more do you?”

“I didn't know you was pissed.” Dom grumbled but he obeyed, rolling over and letting his bare ass touch the cool cloth.

“Think you can take me dry?” Whatever answer Dom was about to give Col could feel it wouldn't be true. The Alpha wouldn't lie on purpose but he'd do anything to make Kells happy. He'd let himself be fucked bloody and thank him for it. As much as the omega wanted to see that… feel it… he didn't want him hurt that badly. Not when an idiot was after them. They didn't have the free time to relax, they had to be at the top of their game. They could still mess up and get hurt even by an ignorant fuckhead if they weren't careful. “Nah. Not dry. Not yet. I wanna hear you take me.” He purred, kneeling between his partner's legs.

Dom tried to focus his gaze but he was in that hazy space of drunkenness that felt sleepy and peaceful. He wanted to close his eyes and feel everything that Colson had planned for him but he knew he needed to be ready. He wasn't sure it was all going to be fun for him, not after what he did. Not with how he could tell the older man was feeling. He just watched as Col got closer, his hard cock brushing Dom's ass. He knew it wouldn't be that simple though.

Kells watched as his fiancé blinked slow and tried to focus on him but he smirked when he pressed his hands against Dom’s belly and that got the boy's attention. “Fuck Cols- nowaitwha’-” His voice was slurred and nervous and Colson couldn't help but chuckle. There was already a stain on his briefs from a dribble of piss or a smear of precum he wasn't sure and it didn't matter. Before long he'd see the killer more drenched than he always was.

The sound of Col spreading his wet thighs had Dom shaking more than he was at the pressure on his bladder but he did what he was supposed to and spread his own legs wider. His ass pressed down, his body searching for what he needed most, both to get away from the weight on his belly and get his partner's dick inside him. “Still. Shh, still for me. Good boy. How's that feel?” Kells asked as he pulled one hand free to reach for his own core and gather the slick he needed.

“‘Urts. Too much. Gonna- mmm-” Dom tried not to whine but he knew he was.

“It's supposed to. You'll piss when you're allowed. Not before.”

“Not um- baffroom?”

The smile on Col’s face spread wider and he laughed so dark it tickled over Dom’s skin and made him whimper. “You're not getting it baby boy. You pissed me off, so now…” He purred, pressing down on Dom’s stomach until a small golden squirt stained his briefs.

“Shouldn't you piss on me ‘en? Not me on… me?” It wasn't that he was ashamed, he rarely was. They just hadn't exactly tried the kink in that way before. He'd fucked Kells so good he showered them both in cum and piss but Dom had never… but if it made his mate happy.

“It's hurting you. It's making you desperate. It's making you fucking red you need to let go so bad. You're such a little bitch aren't you? Which do you need more?” Colson asked, fisting his own cock to coat himself in slick. He rubbed the head of himself against his lover's hole and watched him squirm a little more before he pressed harder against his belly. “Which do you need more?”

“Y-you! Ya cock! Please?” Even with the almost tearful answer the older man thought Dom might be wrong about that. His toes were curled and his nails were digging into the palms of his hands. He was covered in sweat and biting his lip bloody.

The first press inside had the omega sweating too, he hadn't worked Dom open and the Alpha was tight. The vise-like grip of his inner walls was hard to fight but he swore at one point as he sunk home he could feel his swollen bladder. Maybe it was just the pressure of his hand. He slipped in inch by inch and gave the other a moment to breathe occasionally. Somehow the killer got even more pink and clenched as he bottomed out but when Dom opened his eyes again they were red and his pupils were blown. That was how the dominant knew his bitch was still having fun, his body might show stress and pain but his gaze promised pleasure.

“More? M-more? Fuck me?” Dom tried not to beg but he couldn't help pleading a little. He needed to be railed hard enough to bruise. Bleed. He needed to feel punished and claimed and loved.

Colson wrapped his hands around his lover's sides, just above his plush hips. His thumbs kept pressure enough to keep that need high but it gave him a better grip to thrust. His own hips angled up, his dick searching out both the boy's spot and to add more strain. He never promised to make it easy on Dom.

“Good boy.” He growled low, his hips rocking as his hands worked their way down the boy's legs. He held tight to his ankles and pressed up, adding even more weight until tears welled in the Alpha's eyes and he squirmed.

“D-da-mmm Daddy! Too much! Please? I can't-” Dom fought his own body with every panted breath but he was starting to realize he wasn't set up to win this. Kells wanted to watch him break before he allowed. He wanted to make a mess of his lover.

“Not too much. You can take it. Doing so good for me.” The omega purred, his own need building with his pleasure. He knew he could get off like this but he also knew it wouldn't be enough. It was never enough until he was full to bursting with Dom's cum. But first…

“N-n- fuck!” Dom refused to say no because he didn't mean it. It was just his gut reaction from being made to wet himself. The pressure was too much though and he was close to breaking. Too close. Too-

Colson bucked forward and grinded his dick deep and he held his mate's legs down until that first golden splash broke free of the boy's control. A soft sob escaped the killer along with it but Kells watched rapt as first his black briefs were soaked and then as it started dripping over his pale pink belly. One of his hands left Dom's ankle and pressed around the head of his cock and he moaned with his fiancé as a river started pouring between his fingers. He couldn't even thrust anymore, he was too wrapped up and his bitch was clenching so hard trying to hold back more. He did what he could, rolling himself and making sure to hit everything that drove the boy wild but it was all second as he watched him break.

“Push yourself up.” He demanded and Dom’s hands slapped the towel under him to help lift his ass further in the air. The golden drops started spilling down his stomach, filling his belly button, and painting his chest. He had been so full that it felt like he would never stop and with the way Colson was watching him he didn't want it to. He felt worshiped in that moment and loved in a way he didn't think he could ask for. He was seen and desired and fully taken care of. It was a strange juxtaposition to be getting that for pissing himself but his mate was a special breed.

As the spill started to slow Col pulled out to the tip and slammed himself home again. It forced another spurt free but the next twitch of Dom's cock the gold turned to pearly white and the boy cried out with needy mewls as his pleasure hit. Kells felt his desperation build to a breaking point as the coil in his belly pulled tight. It promised it wouldn't be quenched without- “Fuck wha-” Dom whined as he felt his omega's cock slip free. He felt the loss but it only took a moment to realize what the other needed. His ass dropped back to the now wet towel and his shaking hand scrambled to tug his underwear down. He barely got himself free when Col crawled up and over him and that tight wet heat was sliding down on his cock. He thought he was lucky to get fucked but now the older man was breaking his threat about Dom not getting to use his dick. He was the luckiest Alpha alive and he damn well knew it.

Colson groaned at the warm wet press of Dom's piss drenched chest against his own. The slap of their skin felt electric. His cunt welcomed his mate instantly but he could already feel Dom's knot popping. He knew what he was getting switching mid-orgasm and it was exactly what he needed. “Fuck me.” He demanded as their lips slammed together and their fangs clinked. He was pretty sure he tasted blood but he wasn't sure who's. They'd both bitten their lips when they fell before.

The Alpha obeyed his mate yet again, his arms wrapping around his lover tight. He felt sloppy open and he was sure he was still cumming but he had to make his lover see heaven. His hips pumped up, his knot pulsing but Kells met him thrust for thrust. He felt himself slip inside once- twice- and their bodies locked together as Colson broke for him. Slick showered over him, joining the mess and he had to stop the older man from trying to keep going. He held him down, their hips rolling through their rapture, their lips meeting in needy kisses and teasing bites.

It wasn't where Col meant for them to end up, he wanted to dominate his partner but he felt so loved in his strong arms. He never felt complete until Dom was filling him full and he felt like after everything he could finally breathe. “If you ever-”

“I won't. I swear. M’yours.” The killer vowed.

“I'll kill you myself.” Colson promised back. He couldn't be without the other but that was too saccharine to say.

Dom grinned, flicking his tongue over the bloody place on his partner's lip. “Good. You better.” He would expect nothing less.

“We can face shit together or not at all. And I'm not doing this without you.” Oops. He swore the bastard's jizz always made him say the sweetest things. It wasn't him, it was the bonding hormones and mental chemicals. He wasn't gooey. His instincts were.

“I love you too.” Dom couldn't help the smile on his face, he was still too drunk and happy. He grinned wider when his omega beamed and shook his head with a laugh.

“Yeah yeah. You're still fucking smashed aren't you?” He teased back.

“Mmm aye. Very. Not done wiv yous yet.” The boy giggled but it broke off in groan when he felt another wave of pleasure roll through him.

“I can feel that.” Kells laughed back. Sure they had an idiot after them but they had hours yet before he expected an answer. Not only was Dom not done filling him but neither was done with the other. They were so wrapped up in each other they didn't notice the stranger's phone going off on the table. The idiot boy messaging them to count down. It didn't matter anyway, they both knew they'd figure out how to stop him, as long as they stayed together and trusted in each other.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 💛

Have some super naughty smut after all that plot 🤭 These boys are never done with each other. There might be a little more plot next but I'm sure they won't last long without needing each other again. After all, their cycles are coming soon 👀 Hope you're all still enjoying it! 🖤❤️‍🔥