#Peter strahm smut

[coryosbaby]

Pls write more Hoffman stuff T-T I’ve been reading it repeatedly for the past couple of days along with your Adam stuff. I’m gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure. I love your writing <3

𝒞𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓀 + 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒽𝓂 ♡

Cw: nsfw . Slight dubcon towards the end, cockwarming, p n v, exhibitionism, daddy kink, age gap, threeway, creampie

A/N: u ask u shall receive 🙏🏻 this is Hoffman & strahm + maybe a lil hint of Daniel Rigg but I’ll be writing more of just Hoffman soon if that’s what u prefer 🩷

The days spent in Mark’s office can either be incredibly boring and painful, or incredibly fun and painful.

And on this day, as his hard cock slides itself inside of you, you decide it’s going to be a fun but painful day— quivering, you let out a small whine as he fills you up in his desk chair. His cock, thick and long, is causing an ache and burn in your core. But how could you care when you’ve been wet for him all day?

Mark is barely paying mind to you; being a detective means having a lot of paperwork, and that he must finish today. But that doesn’t mean he can’t squeeze in a little time for you, right?

“Daddy..” you mumble, adjusting the ends of your skirt. He had just slid right in, with absolutely no warning at all! He was so mean sometimes. Batting your eyelashes, trying to get him to look at you, you add, “Cmon, why do you just fuck me?”

“Quiet.” He grunts. He’s flipping through a page from a case file. Although it’s confidential, he never minds letting you see the cases he works on. You’ve kept worser secrets for him, after all. “Keep yourself occupied, why don’t you?”

Oh, that’s rich coming from the man holding you down on his dick. You pout, crossing your arms across your chest. You purposely squirm on his lap, then. He exhales sharply, as you clench your walls on him.

And just then, a knock sounds.

Your face becomes bright red, and you’re quick to try and get off of Mark’s lap. But he tsks, holding you down with both hands and keeping you in place. Your eyes widen in fear.

“Come in,” Mark states.

And of course, the person who opens the door is Peter Strahm— someone you’ve grown to dislike since you heard him whisper something about the “young piece of ass” Hoffman had laying around in his office every day. You were quite offended by that statement, even though Peter has grown to be— in your opinion— too nice to you.

“Hoffman,” he says, trying to avert his gaze from your flushed face. You pray that he can’t see Mark’s unbuttoned pants and your pussy wrapped around him. “I need to talk to you… alone.”

Mark rolls his eyes, pushing his hips up. Letting out a tiny gasp, you can feel his cock sliding against your walls— and with shame, you try not to pay attention to the way your cunt gets slicker at the thought of Peter catching you being such a whore.

“You can say it here, Strahm.” He pats your hip, ruffling your skirt. “I can assure you, her pretty little head is empty right now.”

You should be offended, but really, you can’t think. Peter’s sleeves are rolled up today, his arms and hands exposed and— fuck, why do you want them to touch you?

“It’s about the Jigsaw case,” Strahm presses. His eyes land on yours again, and he watches the expanse of your legs. Your face flushes furiously, and you feel a drop of slick begin to run down your inner thigh.

Shit.

“And?” Mark teases. “It doesn’t matter to her. What is it?”

“It’s..”

Peter’s eyes are on your tits, your thighs quivering. You bite your lower lip, and you can’t help but let a fuzzy feeling take over you as he watches you.

“Cat got your tongue, Strahm?”

Mark smirks, and when he grabs your hips and pushes you further down on him, you can’t help it— you let out a moan, a desperate and sex crazed moan.

Peter doesn’t even know what to do or say— just stands there, his mouth open and a tent forming in his jeans. Mark continues to bounce you up and down on him.

“No—“ you whimper. “Mark! Peter, ‘m so sorry—“

“Fuck..” Peter whispers.

“You want a piece of her?” Mark chuckles, lifting up your skirt. Your cunt is exposed, all creamy and wet, little clit throbbing. You begin to rock your hips back onto your boyfriends hard length. “She wants you to fuck her. Don’t you, angel?”

You can’t help but nod, watching as Peters hand goes down to palm his crotch. He looks at you with a hungry stare.

Mark lifts you up with his strong arms, getting out of the chair and dragging you to the front of his desk. He slips out of you, pushing your body down onto the hardwood. Your cheek presses against a stack of papers as Mark spreads your legs with one of his feet. He lifts up your skirt, revealing your aching cunt for Peter to see.

“Cmon, Strahm,” Mark urges. “Don’t you wanna fuck her pussy? She’s so tight, so warm…”

And fuck, as wrong as it is Strahm is practically hypnotized by the sight of your gaping hole clenching around nothing. It needs something to fill it so bad, he thinks.

Fuck it. He stalks over, gives Mark a little shove to get out of his way. He unbuckles his belt. Mark begins stroking his cock at the sight of your doe eyes looking up at him. Peter pulls his throbbing length out of his pants, and rubs it up against you. You feel like heaven— and when he pushes into your hole, presses his balls firm against your ass, his eyes almost roll back into his head. It’s been a while since he’s fucked such a young, tight pussy.

“Oh—“

You whine as he pulls out and pushes right back in, incredibly hard. His skin smacks against yours as he begins to pound you against the desk.

Mark, chuckling, pats your cheek with his palm.

“That’s my girl.”

He’s stroking his cock over your face now, and Peter groans and spreads your asscheeks apart to get a better view of you.

“Been keepin’ this sweet thing from me all this time, Hoffman?”

His differences with the other man seemed to be forgotten because of your warm, wet cunt.

“Would’ve let you fuck her sooner if you weren’t such a prick.” Mark replies, and grunts when the tip of his cock hits your lips. “Don’t cum inside her. That’s something only I can do.”

Strahm huffs, displeased, but doesn’t say anything. He listens to your whimpers and moans. His mouth begins running, spewing harsh words to you as his cock moves in and out of your slick folds.

“Such a slutty little girl.”

“God, baby, are all the men you fuck always twice your age?”

“Knew you were a filthy whore the moment I saw you walk into big man’s office. Shit, yeah, clench like that again, bitch.”

Although Mark should be angry at these remarks, he knows it’s just a way to break you down on Strahm’s cock. He knows that you love being degraded and used.

It’s not long before Mark’s length fills your mouth, and as you swallow him down your throat Peter begins to rub your clit in harsh circles. Choking on Mark’s cock and squeezing your walls around Peter, your orgasm washes over you in harsh waves. You spasm against the both of them, your release dripping onto Peter’s thighs.

Peter is close, too, and he can feel it. Pulling himself out of you is probably the hardest thing he’s ever forced himself to do— and this even includes when he had to stick a metal straw in his neck because he almost drowned to death. He rubs himself against your lower back, letting out a small, “fuck yes, baby, such a good whore for daddy,” As he spills thick ropes all over the tramp stamp adorning your skin. He relaxes against you for a moment, then pulls away and tucks himself back into his pants. He nods at mark, then murmurs a small, “thanks, honey.” To you as he approaches the door and makes his way out. Mark pulls himself out of your mouth and makes his way over to your quivering form.

“Okay?” He murmurs softly.

You nod, head empty and hole clenching as Mark lines himself up. Much thicker than Strahm, he adds a harsh sting to the mix of your overstimulated cunt once again. He thrusts in and out of you at a harsh pace, his cock practically ripping you in half as it pummels your guts. You can feel that neediness coming back, that urge to cream all over a cock again.

“Yes, daddy,” you mewl. “Please. Please, I need it..”

“Yeah?” He says harshly. His fingers dip into your hips, watching the puddle of cum forming at the base of your lower back. “What if I called the whole office in here, huh? Two cocks not enough for this greedy cunt? Maybe you need to be smothered by another detectives pussy. Maybe you need another fat cock to split you in half…”

And Jesus, Mark’s filthy fucking mouth has you squirming and aching for another orgasm. He grabs your throat with one of his strong hands, bending your body back towards him. Strahm’s spend leaks down in between your ass cheeks and smears all over Mark’s lower stomach, leaving white strings stuck between your body and his, but he doesn’t care. Chasing his release, the mess adds to the amount of pleasure coursing through him.

Your fingers move up to hold onto his hand, as a way to loosen his grip. But you know he won’t let up— once Mark is set on a brutal pace with you, he always has to have his hands around your neck. His cock is bruising, kissing your cervix in just the right way and —

Oh.

Your eyes now, have averted to the office window. A breath of air leaves you as you realize that the blinds, ever always closed, are now open.

You try to get Mark’s attention— try to find a way to get him to let up so the window can be covered again. Thankfully, no one has walked by. It’s an empty hallway. But anyone could be willing…

“Mark,” you wheeze. His eyes flit to where you’re eyes are focused. To your surprise, the man doesn’t stop fucking you— in fact, his thrusts only seem to increase. His smell evades your senses, all cologne and herbal soap and laundry detergent, and you feel fucking dizzy.

And then, a shadow crosses that hallway. A familiar figure, with a stack of papers in his hands.

Daniel Rigg.

There, walking right across the office window. Noticing movement out of the corner of his eye, his body freezes midway, and he turns to look at the both of you.

Eyes filling with tears , you can’t do anything but take Mark’s cock and watch the man. And slowly, you recounted that you hadn’t seen Strahm when he had left the room— hadn’t seen him pull on the string of the blinds. Hadn’t seen Mark’s small smirk when he saw them being opened.

“Looks like we have an audience.” Mark teases.

You notice the tent forming in Detective Rigg’s pants, and your eyes flit down. He begins to stutter on his movements, and the papers in his hand drop to the ground. He shuffles, quickly picking them back up. And, with embarrassment and an urge to stroke his now hard cock, he begins to walk, fast, away from the scene.

Those motherfuckers.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

She is not your's - Hoffman/Strahm x fem!reader

warning : smutish, some gun play, use of handcuffs, teasing, kissing, hurt/comfort, fluff, some angst

Summary : She belonged to Mark Hoffman, he had taken her love first. But his games as Jigsaw's successor kept them apart. So it's only right that Peter Strahm shows her what's really right. Or is it real in the end or just a game for her?

Info : Back at it again with another One-Shot and what can I say these two sweetys are just ahhhh so godd to write. Have fun reading ;)

masterlist

costas mandylor - masterlist

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Mark Hoffman and Peter Strahm two investigators on the same case to find and kill the Jigsaw successor to bring an end to the game.

A task that proved more difficult by the second, by the day and by the week. They had both already lost good colleagues and longtime friends to the deadly traps.

They both wanted all the more to pursue their target, which Agent Strahm knew was closer than he would have liked. Hoffman knew that his colleague and enemy would eventually find out.

But this rivalry between them had one thing in common between the taunts and suspicions. In addition to the affection, there was a woman, a young detective, who had stolen their hearts.

First employed as a young policewoman under Hoffman as his team, she was the only one to survive alongside Hoffman. Whenever she was sent to a place by her department leader, she was never hurt. Nothing had happened to her, not even a scratch.

But after he no longer had a department and she was the only one left, the two seemed to become partners. Her initial naivety turned into mistrust and fear. Emotions he wanted to see in her - he knew that her heart beat for him.

Ever since he had seen his beloved walk into the department as a beginner, he knew they were meant to be together. As the new Jigsaw, he decided on lives, so he should also decide on her life.

He knew how scared she was of the traps, everyone was scared of the traps. ,,I won't let him hurt you...I promise sugar" he had told her after he had found her dissolved in her office. She usually smiled at the nickname and had even blushed when he had approached her. But now it was different.

He saw how she had looked at the photos of her colleagues and missed them. But those sweet gentle touches were cold because she couldn't know how much he lusted after her. That when she tried to suppress her tears, she only felt more helpless and embarrassed.

But he saw that all he had to do was control her a little more, that he finally wanted her for himself. It would be his reward. ,,They-are all-" she didn't finish the sentence and hid her face in her hands. She didn't want to face reality and yet the only thing she had left was Hoffman.

But he achieved what he wanted when he leaned down and gently removed her hands from her face and their eyes met. ,,Shhh I told you I'm always with you and I always will be," he said calmly and his words hit where they should. The flip of a coin equaled this because he was always with her and always would be.

,,Mark," she sniffled and her trembling hands lay in his larger ones, her warmth meeting his cold. He stroked her hands and then wiped away her tear with his thumb. So fragile and beautiful, he would have liked to tell her, but he knew there was a problem.

She would never be completely his if there was still Agent Peter Strahm. Instead, their eyes met again, her glassy eyes meeting his obsessive ones. Instead, he ventured forward, not waiting for her, and kissed her.

Finally kissed her after such a long time he had doted on her. He had finally been able to taste her. Her lips warm and soft, her sweetness and the saltiness of her tears.

He could feel how she seemed surprised at first, not knowing what was happening before she clung to him. Pulled him closer and returned the kiss. She held on to him tightly, he was the only one she needed. He was convinced that he was the only one she needed.

It was that kiss in her office that brought them together and they seemed to go from being colleagues to partners to a couple. That's how it looked at first because it was her conscience that got in his way.

As much as she loved him, her sense of justice and after the murders were something that separated her from him. The more he approached her, the more she seemed to try to fly.

And yet at the end of the day, when she lay in her bed and heard the lock to her apartment open late at night, she always let him. Always let his soothing, manipulative, controlling words get to her.

Let him into her bedroom and let him take her again and again. His hands roaming over her body, his words of praise in her head that was clouded with lust when they slept together. She overlooked the hint of brutality when he took her down.

She started to cry when he took her and it felt so good at the same time. His voice, his gaze, the blood on her body, his body desiring hers. She would whimper when she felt the cool metal of his weapon on her lips. And yet.

And yet every time she licked the gun, she saw his excited expression and the satisfied grin when he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her towards him to kiss her again. The fact that the gun could be fired at any time was of no interest to anyone.

The only thing they needed was each other and nothing more. At least that's what they both thought. That's what they thought for a long time...until he showed up.

Special Agent Peter Strahm came into the game after more victims appeared. A man who seemed to be the other side of Mark. He wasn't necessarily direct, he was softer and not so demanding, he was what Mark didn't perceive.

While Hoffman went too far in his mind and got lost between the two sides, it was Strahm who stood up to his actual colleague. And saw all the more who was the real victim in this whole department. Hoffman's colleague, partner and, for Strahm, clearly also his lover.

A fact that everyone seems to have turned a blind eye to because Mark Hoffman the hero only cared about his partner. They didn't both stay in the station until late at night to avoid disappearing into the locker room together. Strahm hadn't trusted Hoffman one bit from day one.

And yet, despite everything, it was one thing he realized he couldn't let go of. As much as he hated Hoffman, the more he wanted to free the detective from him. He was the righteous agent and he would save her, she deserved someone better like him and not Hoffman.

Two men who in their minds thought they had a claim on a woman, a life, that she was the one who should belong to the other. She was his. But who was his?

It was only a matter of time before Hoffman could no longer be with his beloved all the time. He had been given tasks and knew that he still had to keep the games going. His tasks were time-consuming and the door to his loved one's apartment remained closed more and more often.

She was left alone and as much as she longed for Hoffman, she could feel the special agent's eyes on her. She could feel him looking at her, handing her the coffee, his fingers stroking hers. Unlike Hoffman, he seemed to represent warmth.

His smile was sincere and his eyes followed her, worried that something might happen to her. ,,You did well today, darling," said Strahm who, like Hoffman, had found a nickname for his love. He had clearly seen how she reacted to her dependence on Hoffman, which had almost trained her. Her cheeks grew hot and she turned away in embarrassment.

She didn't see his knowing smile as he stepped closer to her, not brashly like Hoffman, but carefully, wanting to make her love him of her own free will and not out of dependence like Hoffman. ,,Darling? Strahm isn't that a bit...personal?" she asked, trying to cover whatever this situation was leading up to with a sip of coffee.

,,You tell me, darling, is it...personal?" he asked back, taking the coffee away from her and pushing her a little further, but she stood firm. He wouldn't give up and so he had her. He could feel her decision as she placed her hand on his chest. His hand slowly moved up her hand and ran lightly over her body.

Saw how she dropped her gaze, how the touch reminded her of Hoffman and yet it wasn't him. ,,Darling...answer me what is it?" he asked, placing a finger under her chin and forcing her to look at him. Saw how she pulled it towards him and how he would have loved to interrogate her under other circumstances.

But then it happened, she pressed herself against him, kissed him and with a victoriously satisfied grin, Strahm returned the kiss. He pressed her lightly against the locker, felt her clinging to him, felt how needy she actually was.

That night, the door to her apartment opened again and yet it wasn't Hoffman who came to her. He went into her bedroom and laid her on the bed in his arms. Because while Hoffman was in control, it was Strahm who wanted to tease her his darling.

He wanted to show her how good she could be and how far she could go if she wanted to. He caressed her body, leaving kisses and hickeys on it. Before he started teasing her pleading noises went through the room over and over again. He wiped away her tears and only kissed her more.

She praised him for his strength. ,,So good, so incredibly good for me darling" he told her over and over again as he gave himself to her. It was not pain but pure devotion as he pushed her back onto the bed, her wrists handcuffed to the bedpost.

He knew she would like it, she was learning to love the curiosity and the unknown with him. Before she ended up kissing the red strings and he took care of her. Not like Hoffman who pulled her close she knew she was his and yet the aftercare of Strahm seemed to mean the same.

But when night fell and all three parties reappeared at the station, something lay between them. Hoffman's chains had wrapped around her and Strahm had thrown his and hit her. She was caught between them, unaware that when they all three met in the hallway, Hoffman would see it.

He would see Strahm's victorious grin meet him as she ran her gaze over them, and both men would see each other's markings on the body of their beloved. ,,She's mine" came from Hoffman and his hand slid to her hip, pulling her closer and she felt his tension.

He seemed to want to smash Strahm's skull when she saw his fisted hands. But Strahm just kept smiling as he approached the two of them and stopped next to her, turning his gaze to Mark and saying, ,,Are you sure about that?".

Before he put his finger under her chin again and she looked at him. She saw his wink before he disappeared into the interrogation room with a ,,See you...Darling". But as in every trap, every game, in the end it was clear there could only be one.

Who did she belong to, who did her love belong to in the end. Mark Hoffman, who had built everything up through manipulation and lies, but if they were lies, why did her heart beat so fast when he drew her to him?

Or was it Peter Strahm's sense of justice and him as a hero, but hadn't he tempted her? Two men who learned in a bloody game that you could lose your lover faster than one would like.

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@a-reading-dreamer , @megustadilf , @lola-max-sugar , @slut4hoffman

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[faultlessheart]

Dating Strahm HCs, please? ♡

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

was literally kicking my feet & giggling waiting for someone to request something w strahm

(idk if you want nsfw…..so i’m just gonna throw some in at the end)

pairing: peter strahm x gn!reader

warnings: not much?? spanking and sex

☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . °☆

idk i hc him as like super jealous

i mean everyone literally refers to him as a hothead so i can imagine him getting riled up if he even thought someone was looking at you

he brings his work home with him a LOT. it’s very frustrating for you, but you know he’s probably even more frustrated with the cases he’s working on (maybe there’s a way you can help his frustration……)

he honestly always has to be in control, no matter the situation. cuddling? he’s the big spoon, he needs to hold you and protect you from everything the terrible world has to offer. getting out of the car and walking somewhere? he’s holding your hand tighter than ever and making sure you don’t end up behind him, out of his line of sight

as focused as he is on work, i can see him being the biggest mushball when it comes to dates.

like…if he has downtime at work (well…he’s actually supposed to be doing paperwork) he’s looking up different restaurants and places you might like so he can plan his next date with you

speaking of, while they are few and far between, when he does plan a date, it’s SO romantic

im talking him wearing a tux, candles (whether it be at dinner or in a bath afterwards…..) and him just being the utmost gentleman

whenever he cooks dinner for you guys, his specialty is any sort of casserole

like idk they’re not super hard to make and there’s so many variations of them so i feel like this and diff pasta dishes would be his go to’s for when he wants to cook for you

CONSTANTLY talking about you to perez. you and her have grabbed coffee before and she told you that whenever he has the chance it’s “that reminds of me of when y/n and i-” or “y/n did this yesterday, she’s so great” or “you guys went on a date last night? aw! did i tell you about y/n and i’s date where we-”

she loves it tho. bc she does care about strahm a lot. so seeing him happy with someone who’s good for him makes her so excited

(i feel like this about literally every man in saw….) but mans is SASSY

always has a smartass remark to anything you have to say to him

AND always rolling his eyes omg. they’re gonna roll out of his mf head if he doesn’t chill

“peter, will it really make a difference if you leave work at 10 tonight instead of staying until 3?”

you can literally hear his eyes roll over the phone

you get frustrated and hang up (half jokingly)

he calls you back 15 seconds later and you can hear him getting in the car and shutting the door in the background

“happy now, sweetheart?”

(onto the smutty parts….)

everyone says this but i do agree that peter is a soft dom (most of the time….)

is the type to lay you across his lap and make you count how many times he spanks you

“keep counting, darling.”

constantly has his arms wrapped around you while he’s deep inside you

uses his tie to tie your hands together

he’s never super rough, which you don’t mind, he’s loverboy who just wants to make you feel good

his pleasure comes second

which is why he would literally go down on you for days if he could

(he’s came in his pants multiple times solely from pleasuring you)

like i said, he’s so romantic. his hands are constantly roaming your body, telling you how beautiful and perfect you are

doesn’t have many kinks, but i feel like he’d be willing to try a lot of different stuff

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[smalltownslasher]

strahm x reader thigh riding (maybe edging too……………)

pretty pls❤️

i know you know who i am but no you don’t ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

hii max how are you baby

PETER STRAHM X READER

RATING: E

WARNINGS: SMUT! EDGING AND MINOR DEGRADATION

PRONOUNS USED: NONE

"Peter..." You hummed from the doorway of Peter's home office. He'd been obsessing over a case again, something that had him staying hunched over his laptop into the wee hours of the morning. You hated when he brought work home.

"Yes, honey?" He asked, not looking up from his work.

"Look at me." You whined.

The moment he did, you got the enjoyable sight of your boyfriend's mouth falling open at the sight of you wearing his button up, and not much else.

"Oh, darling." He sighed. "Don't do this to me."

"The bed is so cold without you, Peter..."

"I have to work on this case."

You huffed, and let his shirt fall open, just slightly. Enough that his eyes were able to rake over your collar bone.

"Are you really that busy?"

"Come here." He said suddenly, opening his legs a bit. You grinned, having gotten what you wanted, and went to fall to your knees between his legs, but he stopped you.

"No, sit."

It took a moment of fidgeting, but you'd managed to properly sit on his thigh, feeling the arousal begin to grow between your thighs.

"Entertain yourself. I'm going to finish this."

"Peter-"

"No, if you want to be impatient, you'll get what you get. Move, now."

He then went back to work, like he hadn't been interrupted. As you began to grind into his thigh, trying anything to catch his attention, you felt your peak slowly begin to loom over you.

Moving faster, desperately chasing it, he seemed to catch on to what you were doing. His strong hands moving from his laptop to grip your hips, stopping you.

"Don't you dare finish until I say you can."

"Peter, please-"

"Oh, don't beg now." He smiles, just a little cruelly. "Save your energy. You've got a lot of work to do."

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[internet-sadass]

An Eye For An Eye (Peter Strahm x female reader)

Blurb: you gave Strahm some hickies he can't hide so he's giving you a limp no one will miss.

Warnings: anal sex, anal fingering, spanking, dom/sub undertones, punishment, mild humiliation/degradation

"Have a fun time last night?" Perez asked, shooting Strahm a grin.

Strahm had blissfully forgotten about the little 'reminder' you'd left him on his neck. You hadn’t even had the decency to leave it just an inch lower so it was below his shirt collar. Not only that, but it wasn’t just one hickey, it was a cluster of them that almost merged together to form a mega-hickey. It looked like a cricket ball had collided with the side of his neck and left a nasty purple bruise behind. 

"Don't...just don't." Strahm was in no mood to explain or to be teased today. He'd faced enough annoyance already this morning, desperately trying to figure out a way to cover the damn thing up. Apart from wearing a scarf all day, he'd accepted his fate and the stares he was going to get for the next week or two until the hickies healed. 

"I'm just glad you're able to relax a bit and let off some steam in your down time." She said, smiling. "Seems like whoever you were with last night also let out some serious frustration." 

Letting out a long sigh, Strahm willed himself to hold it all together right now and ignore the looks some of the other agents milling around were giving him. At least Hoffman wasn't here. He knew that bastard would practically jump for joy at the chance to harass him about a singular hickey, let alone nearly five of them. 

"Agent Strahm, have you-" 

Oh fuck, speak of the devil , Strahm thought, wishing the ground would open and swallow him up. 

Hoffman had a smirk playing on his full lips. His blue eyes met Strahm’s then dropped to the mottled bruising adorning the right side of his neck. Strahm glared at the shorter man, hoping the intensity of his gaze would be enough to deter Hoffman from opening his mouth.

"Are those lovebites?" Hoffman didn't even try to keep his voice down, practically announcing his question to the whole building. He took a step closer, squinting at Strahm's neck in an exaggerated fashion. Strahm wanted to sock him right in his stupid smug face. 

"They’re not damn ‘lovebites’, Detective Hoffman." Strahm said through gritted teeth. Composing himself, he tried to think of a realistic excuse for what had caused the mottled bruising on his neck. He drew a total blank and instead figured he should tell Hoffman in a professional manner to shut the fuck up about the hickies. 

 "It's interesting that the condition of my neck is such a concern to you when we have far bigger things to worry about like a killer still being active and on the loose."  Strahm hoped this response was enough to get Hoffman to stop focusing on the condition of his neck and actually start being a pain about something less humiliating. 

Hoffman's smirk remained plastered on his face, making him look incredibly punchable (in Strahm's eyes, at least). 

"I was expressing my concern for you, Agent Strahm. It looks like something tried to maul your neck." Hoffman spoke loud enough that those milling around them heard his comment and tried to subtly look over at the confrontation going on between the two men. 

“Plus,” He continued, “I could say the same thing for you. Going out and fooling around with whoever it is you're running with doesn't scream 'I'm dedicating everything I have in me to solving this case'. Seems likes your priorities are in the wrong place." 

Dumbfounded at the nerve of Hoffman to say something like that in their fucking workplace, Strahm just stood for a few moments, staring at the shorter man with a look of utter contempt.

Gathering up what was left of his shredded dignity, Strahm cleared his throat and decided to close this conversation before Hoffman could start speculating anything else about his sex life.

"Well, standing around debating what I should or shouldn't be doing in my free time isn't helping us make any progress so I suggest that we start discussing something actually relevant." 

Hoffman gave the hickies one last look, raising an eyebrow at Strahm then glancing at Perez, before walking off, satisfied that he’d caused Strahm enough angst for that morning. 

***

Throughout the day, the topic of the markings on Strahm's neck came up, whether explicitly through comments or implicitly through the confused or concerned looks people were giving him. 

In the late afternoon, Strahm got a moment to himself, and dashed off to the bathroom to 'admire' the damage you'd done to his neck. He groaned looking at it. It was a vivid purple mass, so dark in places that not even concealer could have bought him a little more dignity and lessened the shock value. 

Sighing, he splashed water on his face, readying himself to return and preserve with his job. But later, oh later he was going to teach you a lesson you wouldn't forget. 

***

"Hey, how was wo-" 

"Get in here!" 

You'd barely had the chance to greet Strahm before he'd pulled you into his apartment and slammed you up against the closed front door. He held you there, a fist tangled in your hair, pinning you to the door. A muscle in his jaw twitched as you stared up at him, wide-eyed like a caught rabbit. A tremble of fear and arousal travelled through your body.

"Peter-" 

"Do you have any idea the shit I've had to put up with today because of this?" He hissed, pointing to the hickies you'd oh-so kindly given him last night. "Not just from that bastard Hoffman, but from every fucking person I walked past today. All of them, giving me this look like I'm some sort of disgraced pervert." 

The fist in your hair was yanked, making your body bang against the door. Strahm's short temper and hot-headed nature was something you were used to, but this was a whole new level of it you'd never seen. Regardless, the way he was already manhandling you and putting you in your place was making arousal blossom in your belly. You gripped your thighs together, letting the friction of your jeans give you a bit of relief. 

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away last night." It was the honest truth. You'd been too absorbed in grinding on his thigh to consider that the placement of the various hickies you were sucking onto his neck was too high up for him to be able to hide them. 

"Just got carried away." Strahm parroted your words in a low, dangerous whisper. He looked away for a moment, blinking like he always did when he was frustrated. 

His gaze came back to rest on you.

"If I have to walk around with a collection of fucking hickies the size of a small country on my neck, you have to limp the rest of the week." He spoke slowly, spelling out your punishment with deliberate and weighted words. 

It took you a few moments to connect the dots and figure out what Strahm had planned for you. 

Oh , you thought, heart sinking and stomach twisting in on itself, he was going to absolutely break you. 

***

Although Strahm had initially made you count every stinging slap that bounced off the walls of his apartment, after a certain point he’d given up on forcing you to speak. Hearing you gasp, whine, and beg him to ‘be gentle’ was far more enjoyable than listening to you struggle to count the number of times he’d hit your mottled ass. The collage of angry red slap marks was slowly turning into a mass of bruises, meaning you yelped even louder than before when he laid another spank across your ultra-sensitive flesh. You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, bent over the back of the leather couch, hands tied behind your back, forced to endure slaps from both his hand and his belt. It could have been hours, or it could have been a measly twenty minutes. However, right now, you didn't have it in you to figure out which of those two options it was. Your brain had turned to mush, and you were only capable of letting out pathetic sounds and wincing.

“You learnt your lesson yet, hm? I don't think you’re going to be able to sit properly for at least a few days.” Strahm whispered to you, purposefully bending over you so the fabric of his slacks would grind against your raw skin. He was so hard that you could feel his cock pulsing in time with his quickened heartbeat. A feeble groan left your lips. 

A hand gripped your hair and wrenched your lolling head up, turning it to the side so you were forced to look up at him. 

“Answer.”

“Y-yeah, I have.” You said breathlessly. “Don’t even think I’m gonna be able to walk.”

Strahm chuckled, releasing your head, running a hand down your naked back. Your skin had broken out into goosebumps thanks to the coldness of his apartment.

“Don’t be so dramatic. It's just a little bit of bruising.” He said, drawing back from you to look at the ‘little bit of bruising’ covering the entirety of your backside and spilling onto your upper thighs. 

You heard him walk away into another room, and you weakly tried to look at where he’d gone to. The pain warming your lower body seemed to radiate upwards, making every muscle ache like you’d simultaneously strained all of them. Turning your head to try to get a view behind you made you flinch. 

Strahm returned, carrying a small bottle you knew all too well. He caught your gaze and saw your expression turn.

“Oh, you thought we were finished here?” He asked, his tone mocking and bitter. 

He looked dangerous right now, with his cuffs rolled up over his forearms and a smirk on his face. The bottle lid was flipped open, and he squeezed some clear fluid onto his fingers. He was merciful enough to grip your calf rather than your thigh to shift your legs open. 

A shiver ran through you as you felt the cold slimness of lube against your hole. 

“Sorry darling, I know it's cold.”

That was the first bit of softness Strahm had shown you this evening, and the pet name made you squirm. However, the softness was short lived, as he circled your rim with his fingertips, making sure it was completely coated before he started to work his fingers past the tight ring of muscle. A glob of lube trickled down over your neglected cunt, sending another shiver through your body. You bit your already torn up lip as his two fingers filled you, sinking into the tight muscle of your ass until they were fully hilted in you. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before starting to scissor his fingers, working you open, reminding you that he was doing the bare minimum here to prep you. 

The fingers slipped out of you, leaving your hole at least a little more pliable and loose than before. You listened as Strahm’s slacks hit the floor, and he stepped out of them. At this point, you’d totally resigned yourself to taking his punishment without complaint. The firm head of his cock, cold from the lube, pressed against your rim as a hand gripped your hip to keep you still. More pressure was applied until Strahm felt his crown breach the firm ring of your hole and delve into the velvety flesh of your insides. He watched himself sink into you, his dick standing out against the purple and red of your abused flesh, groaning as he felt himself fill you.

“P-please, it’s too much-” You stammered, pathetically trying to struggle away from him. The stretch of his thick, veined cock in your ass had jolted you out of your apathy.

The grip on your hip tightened.

“Yeah? Too much, huh?”

Strahm’s tone was practically poisonous. Like a prey animal, you froze.

He rammed the last two inches of himself into you, his hips colliding with your bruised backside, making you cry out like a struck dog. He held himself there, adjusting to the vice grip your ass had around him, so tight it was almost painful, purposefully grinding his skin against your own to elicit some more whimpers from you.  Leaning over you, the silk of his tie brushed against your back, making your skin twitch. 

“If it's too much, how come you are taking me” Strahm interrupted himself as he began to thrust into you, punctuating each word in the rest of his remark with a sharp snap of his hips. “So. Fucking. Well.”

He didn’t expect an answer, and you didn't give one, your mouth hanging agape as fresh tears welled in your eyes. It hurt like hell to have him stuffing his impressive length into a hole which had only ever taken the smallest size of plug you could find. Despite how badly the stretch of your walls stung, there was slick leaking between your thighs. He was stretching you out so well and rutting into with such force that it felt like he was literally re-arranging your guts. Each thrust elicited pain and pleasure in equal measure, as the slap of his hips against your ass made all the bruises and welts sting. 

Strahm happily used you, taking all the frustration that had built up that day and letting it fuel the vigorous movements of his hips. It felt downright cruel to do this to you; however, he was hell-bent on ‘teaching you a lesson’ and making sure you had a limp that you, nor anyone around you, couldn't ignore. Besides, he could feel how wet you were every time his balls hit against your lips, so it wasn’t like you weren’t enjoying the ‘lesson’ he was doling out. 

It took a great deal of skill for Strahm to pull out before he exploded inside you. Although it would have been easier for him to just cum inside you, he had something else in mind for how he wanted this to end. Jerking his engorged and lubed-up dick over you, he let ropes of cum adorn your marked-up ass and puffy rim. The salt of his seed made the welts left from his belt sting, but you were too exhausted to even react to the discomfort. 

Standing back from you, light-headed from his orgasm, Strahm admired the sight of you, slumped over the back of the couch, your legs limp and trembling. Judging by the colour of your cheeks and the way your hole stayed slightly open, he could confidently say that you’d be limping for as long as he had to deal with the mess on his neck.

An eye for an eye , Strahm thought as he offered you his arm to lean on as he led you to the bathroom to get you cleaned and patched up. 

#peter strahm #peter strahm x reader #peter strahm x female reader #strahm x reader #strahm x reader smut #peter strahm smut #peter strahm x female reader smut #saw smut #saw fanfic #peter strahm saw #peter strahm fanfic #strahm smut #saw x reader

[mrkheartffmans]

making out with peter strahm can be well how can i put this... fucking ureal to be honest. his strong hands gently cradling your head and cheek. mouth moving with yours feverishly, licking into that sweet cavern of yours. tongues colliding so nicely again one another, making you sink further into the bed. he loves nights that end with intimacy that stops just at a little heavy petting. leaving each other high and dry waiting to awake and ravish each other in the morning. he kneads your soft pliable body between his fingers like the sweetest dough you are. a sweet sugar cookie waiting to be literally ingested by the man you love so fucking much it hurts. you soft shaky hands tug at his pajamas pulling him even closer... how much more closer could the man get. he's basically stepped into your bones at this point. he fucking loves how flushed and teary-eyed his pretty girl gets when he pulls away smiling down at her. knowing that there's an ocean hidden waiting to be explored and dived into. she wants him to make waves tonight. make those waves that has the both of them drowning in sweet love.

i couldn't stop thinking about this for some reason...

#peter strahm smut #peter strahm #saw 5 #saw franchise #saw peter strahm

[grxmreaperx]

Can I ask for your thoughts on what Saw characters like in the bedroom, like kinks and stuff? :3

of course lovely!! <3

included: Mark, Peter, Amanda, Adam

(this is my first time writing anything with Adam, hopefully i did him some justice!!)

Warnings: 18+!!!

Mark Hoffman

i think y'all know how filthy i think this man would be

kinky as shit

bondage, choking, daddy kink, cockwarming, creampies, hair pulling, corruption kink

prefers to be rough, but will be sweeter if in a relationship/genuinely cares for his partner

i also feel like he'd really like marking (ha) his partner

hickies, handprints on your ass, anything to show people that you're his

king of dirty talk

Peter Strahm

such a soft dom

loves calling his partner pretty names and praising them

very sweet unless you ask him to be rougher

(i'm picturing the scenes of him in the interrogation with Jill👀)

man certainly knows how to be rough, just really likes being sweet with his partner

i don't think Peter is super kinky, but definitely has a couple

probably a daddy and/or sir kink, over-stimulation, praise (both giving and receiving)

king of aftercare

Amanda Young

such a switch

has to hold you close the entire time

so many kisses during sex

obsessed with going down on her partner and making them feel good

loves being praised

i think Amanda would definitely be one to need an emotional connection before having sex

when she's dominant, i could honestly see her being either a hard or soft dom (depending on her mood)

gets jealous very easily (leading to jealous/angry sex👀)

when she's a sub, she's very eager to please

Adam Stanheight

absolutely a sub

type of man that begs his partner to sit on his face (aka the best kind)

loves having music on during sex

loves calling his partner mommy/daddy

so handsy, cannot keep his hands off of you, like ever

wants to die by being suffocated by his partner's thighs

loves watching you ride him

very vocal in bed (moans, whimpers, groans)

every once in a while, gets very dominant

is literally always needy, cannot get enough of his partner

tag list: @bee-who-isnt-french, @enigmatic-blues, @kujofam, @aliengutzstuff, @mysunfishpeedinmyroom, @slut4hoffman, @schrodingersjigsaw, @hoffmansnightmare, @karmaswitch, @mrs-hotforhoffman, @returntodustsblog, @capan-deveraux2, @switchbabeeexo, @librababe99

#saw #saw franchise #mark hoffman x reader #headcanon #smut #amanda young #amanda young x reader #peter strahm x reader #peter strahm #mark hoffman #adam stanheight #adam stanheight x reader

[c0stass]

The Drug In Me Is You

(Mark Hoffman/Peter Strahm X reader)

You and Mark break up for a while, during which you hook up with someone else. You two get back together, promising to keep no secrets. He asks if you were w anyone else, and you finally admit you hooked up with Peter Strahm. Mark leaves for a couple of hours, only to come back with Peter. This is a really bad clickbait intro, lol.

I've never written a three-way scene before, but I tried my best!!!

Content: rough sex, mmf, three-way, cussing, dominance, bondage, whatever, this is tumblr, you know what you're walking into.

Word count: 2.5k

Xxx

"No more secrets," Mark promises, holding your hand and looking into your eyes.

"No more secrets." You smile at him.

Secrets were what split you up. He had kept something huge and betrayed you. You didn't see each other for months. You didn't talk to each other. It was as if both of you had completely vanished from the others' lives.

You're both walking home from the bar, where you just randomly ran into him. All the memories came flooding back, so you just said Fuck it and approached him.

Suddenly, Mark stops, turning to face you.

"Were you with anyone... while we were apart?" Mark asks. A question you've been dreading. You feel your blood run cold as you look up at him. He can see it in your eyes. You weren't going to deny it, but your eyes said it all. Slowly nodding, you close your eyes in shame. No more secrets. That was the deal. No matter how painful it would be.

"Who was it?"

You slowly open your eyes and look at him, tears starting to well up.

"If I tell you... you'll hate me..." You say in a shaky whisper.

"Depending on who it is, I can't promise that I won't be mad. But I could never hate you, y/n," Mark reassures you, squeezing your hand.

You take a deep breath.

"Dont tell me yet. Not here. Let's wait till we're inside."

You nod, a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. His place is right down the street, and you're certain you'll never see it, or him, again after he finds out who. With each step, the knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter.

Once inside, you slowly sit on his couch. Your fingers nervously pull on the threads of the frayed fabric. Mark sits next to you.

"Please tell me, y/n, who was it?" Mark's voice is shaky, nervous. He's dreading your response just as much as you are dreading telling him.

"It was...." You keep your eyes closed, too ashamed to look at him, "it was... Peter..." You whisper.

"WHAT?!" He barks, jumping up from the couch. Your eyes snap open.

"I thought you hated him! How could you..." His voice is breaking as he paces the room, his hands in his hair.

"I do! I only did it to try to get over you, it didn't work!"

"Peter Strahm? Of all people?!"

"What do you want me to say, Mark?! That I fucked him to get back at you?"

"Did you?!"

"No!" You yell. "Well... maybe a little..." You confess, burying your face in your hands.

"I can't do this..." Mark rushes to put his coat on. He swings the front door open and storms out.

"Mark!" You scream as the door slams shut.

You quickly turn into a blubbering mess, curling up on the brown worn-out couch as you bawl your eyes out. This is the very thing you were afraid of happening.

You must have cried yourself to sleep because the next thing you know, Mark is pulling you off the couch and leading you to his room.

"Mark, what?" You ask groggy.

He doesn't say a word as he gently pushes you onto the bed. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you gasp. Standing next to Mark is Peter strahm.

"Why is Peter here?" You ask.

The subtlest smirk rests upon Mark's face as he glances at you, then Peter.

"Did you like fucking him?" Mark asks.

"You told him?!" Peter demands.

"Yes... and yes..." You say, lowering your gaze to the floor.

Mark is standing behind Peter. He pushed Peter forward towards you.

"I want you to show me what you did with him."

"What?" You and Peter ask in unison.

You can't help but be a little excited. You know Mark thinks you're not going to be into this, but you are.

"I can tell you want to. Show me how he made you feel," Mark turns to Peter, "Show me how you make her feel."

You always thought Peter was attractive, but you're nervous, with Mark here. At the same time, though, you're biting your lip, looking up at the two men standing before you, imagining what's going to happen.

Peter quickly hops onto the bed, grabbing your hair and pressing his lips against yours, seemingly already forgetting that Mark is in the room. Before you know it, the making out is heavier as clothes are less on the both of you, and more on the floor. You catch a glimpse of Mark smiling as he leans against the wall.

Peter isn't as aggressively dominant as Mark is, but he's still a little bit dominant. You're both now wearing nothing but your skin as Peter pins your wrists to either side of your head, gently, but firmly. His knees push your legs apart and you wrap your legs around him as he slowly kisses your neck.

"Are you sure, with Mark here?"

You'd forgotten about him for a moment, but you glance at Mark, who nods, then back at Peter.

"Yes..." You whisper, already very turned on by what is happening. You can feel Peter's erection throbbing against your thigh as you bite your lip, begging for him. His tongue slowly travels around your lips as he slides inside you. It's not very thick, but it's long, you can feel it bumping against your cervix as he slowly moves inside you.

"Fuck... Peter..." You whine as you raise your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Oh god, y/n.." he gasps as his hand releases your wrist and travels to your right breast, playing with your nipple.

Mark bites his lip as his dick starts to get hard in his pants. He can't help but get super horny at the sight of you being fucked by another man.

You bite your lip and smile as you turn your head to face Mark, teasing him. Mark is licking his lips and loosening his tie, his jacket is already on the floor. You turn back to Peter.

"Fuck me, Peter, make him jealous..." You moan, looking into his eyes.

Peter grips your right tit hard as he slams into you, making you wail out in pleasure.

"I'll make him so fucking jealous," he growls in your ear, glancing back at Mark. You claw at his back with your free hand as your legs start to shake around him.

"Fuck..." You gasp, "peter, I'm gonna...."

Suddenly, Mark lurches forward, shoving Peter off of you roughly.

"Hey! What the fuck?!" Peter shouts, stumbling off the bed.

You look up at Mark, standing above you. You hadn't noticed that he'd stripped his clothes off. He grabs your hair, yanking your head back sharply.

"You don't get to cum for anyone except me, got it?"

"I wasn't done yet!" Peter yells, annoyed, covering himself with his hands.

"Sit your ass down. I'll show you how you really take care of her," Mark said in a low voice as he climbs onto the bed.

Peter crawls toward you, to which Mark responds by grabbing his hair and pulling him off the bed. He drags Peter to the floor, using his tie to bind Peter's hands behind his back.

"You're going to watch me fuck her, the right way. You're shit," Mark says in a stern voice, gripping Peter's chin, making him face him, his face mere inches away from Peter's. Peter watches as Mark gets onto the bed. You smile at Peter as Mark begins slowly kissing up your inner thigh, his eyes locked onto Peter's as he makes him watch. Licking your lips, a low moan escapes your throat as you lace your fingers into Mark's soft, dark hair.

"That's it, baby..." he mutters as his fingers trace over your already wet pussy.

"You really liked fucking him didn't you?"

After a second, his hand shoots up your body, gripping your throat tight as his body weight presses down on you.

"Didn't you?!" He demanded.

"Yes..." You choke.

"More than me?" His grip around your throat tightens as he shoves two fingers inside your dripping cunt.

"Fuck!" You gasp as he curls his fingers up, hitting that sweet spot.

"This is how you fucking take care of her," Mark says sharply, looking at Peter as he rapidly thrusts his fingers inside you.

Mark yanks his fingers out and grabs your hips, shoving you over on your stomach. He pulls your hips so your ass is up in the air facing Peter. One hand grabs at your ass cheeks while the other shoves three of his thick fingers inside you.

"Fucking watch this, Peter. Bet you've never done this before.."

Mark rapidly fucks you with his fingers, leaning down to kiss and nibble on your right cheek as his thumb massages your sensitive clit.

"Fuck.. mark...."

"Aww is someone gonna cum? Already?"

Before you can answer, you tighten around his fingers, yelling a string of cuss words as your whole body shakes, your eyes roll back in your head as you cum hard.

You catch a glimpse of Peter, a look of desperation in his eyes as he struggles against his restraints. Mark grips your hair, forcing you to look at him.

Peter bites his lip, still struggling against the tight tie around his wrists. He is trying to stand up but can't seem to.

Mark shoves you onto your side as you gasp, coming down from the orgasm. You watch as he climbs off the bed and walks towards Peter.

"Lick it off," he instructs, grabbing Peter's hair with one hand as he holds his fingers, slick with your juices, to Peter's face.

You watch as Peter eagerly licks Mark's fingers clean, savoring the taste, looking at you as he does it. You lick your lips as you watch him, turning to sit upright on the bed.

Once he's done, Mark reaches behind Peter and undoes the knot around his wrists.

"You're gonna suck his dick while I fuck you," Mark says to you. You gasp and bite your lip, you were not expecting this at all.

"Bend over like how you were before. You, get in front of her," he says to Peter, to which he quickly obliges. You lick your lips as Peter's hard dick stares you straight in the face, he gently pets your hair as you feel Mark enter you from behind.

"Fu--" You start but Peter quickly shoves his throbbing cock into your open mouth.

"That's it.. fuck..." Peter groans as he grabs your hair, slowly fucking your mouth as Mark wastes no time pounding into you from behind. The only thing stopping you from making noise.is Peter's cock jabbing into the back of your throat over and over again. This is a whole new experience for you, you're cock drunk off both of them as they use you.

You can barely focus on either of them as the other thrusts into you. You can do nothing but lie there as both men use you. You wrap your lips tightly around Peter, you can tell by his thrusts and his moans that he's getting close. You look up at him, begging with your eyes.

Mark's hips slam into you, pushing you forward, making you take Peter's throbbing length down your throat. Tears stream down your face as you gag on his dick. Peter thrusts into your mouth as you're pushed forward. So deep, his balls are slapping against your chin.

"That's it... take it all.... fuuuck," Peter groans, gripping your hair. Peter is trying as hard as he can to not cum, but the sight of you being pounded from behind as you suck him off is too much. In one quick motion, he yanks your head back, stroking his cock a few more times as he paints your face white. Mark withdraws from you, and you collapse on the bed, gasping for breath.

You know it's far from being over, Mark tends to last a long time. Both men look down at you, saying nothing as Mark rolls you onto your back. Peter wipes your face off with his shirt he retrieved from the floor.

"Now it's our turn to make you cum," Mark purrs as he positions himself between your legs.

Peter crawls next to you on your right side as Mark pushes into you. His dick isn't super long, but it's definitely thicker than average.

Peter's fingers make their way down your body as Mark fucks you slowly.

"God... fuck!" You yell as Peter's fingers rub slow circles on your clit, matching the other man's thrusts. His lips find their way to your nipple, gently nibbling and licking, eliciting more noises from you. Mark's hand makes its way to your left tit and squeezes, fucking into you faster, harder.

"Please... please... don't stop," you beg, squeezing your eyes shut, gasping for breath. In response, Peter bites down on your nipple. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard, making you scream.

Peter quickens his pace massaging your clit as Mark pounds into you at a steady pace, making your legs shake. You're getting close, you can feel it building up.

"Cum for us, baby," Peter whispers in your ear, his fingers massaging your sensitive spot in circles that feel so good. The second he says that, you become unraveled, your whole body shaking as Mark fucks you hard and deep.

"Fuck!" Mark gasps as he himself can't hold on any longer. He bites his lip and groans loudly as he releases inside you, filling you with his cum. You gasp for breath as you come down, Peter ever so lightly massaging your pulsating clit. Becoming too sensitive, you shove Peter's arm away as your breathing relaxes.

Mark pulls his dick out of you, both of your cum dripping off of it.

"Oh my god," Peter mutters, "that was... so hot."

You smile at him, then at Mark as he climbs onto the bed, to the side opposite of Peter. It's relaxing, and you feel content, having both of them on either side of you. Feeling worn out from the encounter, the three of you just lie there.

"I should go," Peter says suddenly, as he pulls himself to his feet and begins getting dressed. Mark stands, too, and pulls a blanket around his naked body.

"Listen, you don't tell anybody about this," he orders sternly, his sharp voice sending shivers down your spine. It's rare you hear him speak like this. Peter simply nods as he buttons up his white shirt, fixing his hair.

"Maybe we can do this again sometime?" You suggest shyly. Peter looks at you, then at Mark.

"Maybe, we'll see."

"I'd really like to," Peter adds.

Both men look at you, still naked on the bed. Finally, Mark nods.

"Fine. But we tell nobody."

"Understood," peter says calmly before leaving the room. You hear the front door open and shut and you turn to Mark.

"I was mad at first when you told me," Mark says, "but thinking about you with him was pretty hot after I got over being angry."

"I knew you would be, but I was not expecting this to happen. I had fun."

"Me too." He smiles at you.

#saw #mark hoffman #costas mandylor #detective hoffman #sawposting #mark hoffman x reader #fanfic #smut #peter strahm #peter strahm x reader #Spotify

[c0mmitt4xfr0g]

almost finished a chapter of a story I'm working on for the gays......

#saw #mark hoffman #saw brainrot #coffinshipping #fanfic #hoffstrahm #peter strahm #smut #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

[hoffstrap-yuri]

For Sickness and in Health (Insurance)

ao3 // masterlist

*SUMMARY: Agent Strahm was by the book when it came to solving cases. Being honest about his marital status was a different story entirely.

*RATING: +18 for Explicit Mature Content

*CONTENT/TAGS: M/M, Hoffstrahm, Coffinshipping, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Crossdressing, Crossdressing Kink, Fake Marriage/Dating, Fake Relationship, Eventual Smut, Alternate Universe

*STATUS: Chapter 1/2

Author's Note: Second chapter of this fic can be found here! Woo my first MLM saw fic, it's only fitting it'd be coffinshipping. Huge thanks to @cubestrahm for helping me stay motivated on this project, and come up with an ending for it <3

There was an eerie silence in the air. Hoffman was in the middle of his daily crossword puzzle, scratching his head at what possibly could be the answer for 5 down. Strahm took a glance at the desk across from him before clearing his throat. When Hoffman didn’t look up the first time, he cleared it again with more phlegm coming up.

“Do you need something, special agent?” Hoffman finally looked up from his crossword. To say he was mildly annoyed by the other middle aged man would be an understatement. Unless he had the answer to 23 across, Hoffman didn’t want to hear a damn word come from his mouth.

Strahm took a deep breath before he said, “I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Ask Perez.” Hoffman replied, turning his eyes back down to the paper in front of him

“Would if I could, believe me.” Strahm propped his head up against his fingers, “See… I need you to.”

“Yeah?” Hoffman raised an eyebrow, bringing his coffee cup up to his lips. He started to take a sip when Strahm said maybe the most outlandish thing that Mark had ever heard in his life,

“I need you to pretend to be my wife.”

Hoffman spit out his coffee, droplets making it onto Strahm’s crisp white shirt across the two desks.

“Agent Strahm, are you high?”

“No.”

“Then what the hell are you smoking,” Hoffman sputtered as he kept trying to string words together. Something to make a coherent sentence. “Are you insa… Actually, I’ve seen the footage of your interview with Jill Tuck. I know you’re insane. Why would I even entertain this idea, Special Agent?”

“You get better insurance?” Strahm shut his eyes, hoping that the offer of a better plan would be enough to entice the man before him. There was a pause in their banter. Peter couldn’t believe that Mark would actually even consider this.

“Does the plan include dental?”

“Wait you don’t get dental?”

“I do.” Hoffman scoffed, “But I have a ridiculous co-pay. What’s yours look like?”

“500.”

“… Fine. What do you need from me?”

“Just come with me to DC. We’ll talk to an HR person for an hour, get the paperwork sorted out, and we both get better insurance.”

“I can do that.”

“Alright.” Strahm said with a heavy sigh of relief. He was still quiet around Hoffman the next couple of minutes until Perez came back from lunch. Naturally, Strahm turned his back away from the other man to talk to his partner. Hoffman pulled a straw wrapper off the side of his desk he’d been meaning to throw out anyway, crumpled it up, and threw it at the back of Strahm’s head. When Strahm turned around to see whether something had actually hit him, Mark played coy. Almost too coy. Strahm raised an eyebrow at him, trying to goad him into a confession. Other, weaker, men would have folded under the gaze of the man with immaculate eyelashes, but Mark was stronger than that. Or so he thought at the very least. Mark leaned forward on his desk and rested his head on his fists, inviting some kind of challenge from the agent. As Strahm opened his mouth to offer a rebuttal, he thought long and hard whether a fight right now was worth it. He zipped his own lips back up and turned back around to talk with Perez.

‘Did she know?’ Mark wondered to himself, ‘About Strahm’s stupid little plan?’

Strahm massaged the wedding band on his finger, as if a sign to Hoffman that he heard his thoughts. That Lindsay was in on the whole scam too. She had to know… He shook his head and tried to clear the thought from his head. Maybe Hoffman was the one really getting scammed.

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“Nice ride.” Hoffman slung his bag over his shoulder, looking at the car behind Strahm parked in Hoffman’s driveway.

“Shut up.”

“First road trip…”

“Don’t.” Strahm pointed at his partner in crime, “Don’t finish that sentence.”

“Aw, afraid you’re gonna like hearing the words ‘newlyweds’ come from my mouth?” Hoffman got up in Strahm’s face. Strahm’s lips were mere inches from brushing up against Hoffman. He felt the tickle of a sharp inhale from the detective’s nose and the heavy sigh when the air came back up along his upper lip. Peter turned his head away so he didn’t have to look into Mark’s eyes. He turned on the back of his heels and opened up the trunk for Mark to put his bag inside of. Mark plopped his bag down next to what he assumed was Strahm’s overnight bag before attempting to open the back passenger side door.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Strahm asked, sticking his head out of his window

“Sitting in the back, idiot. What does it look like I’m doing?” Mark wriggled the handle some more

“Why the hell would you sit back there?”

“So I can get some sleep.”

“And make me feel like a damn taxi driver; I don’t fucking think so. Sit up here.”

“Fine.” Hoffman rolled his eyes and got into the seat across from Strahm. He crams himself in before feeling up the seat to find the height adjuster. He pushed it as far back as it would go and crossed his legs before pressing his weight up against the car door.

“Here, grab the directions from the glove compartment.” Strahm said. He wrapped an arm around the headrest of Hoffman’s seat as he backed up from the driveway. Hoffman handed him the three sheets of paper folded into threes. Before handing it off however, he took a peek under the fold to see where the MapQuest directions lead to. Some two-star hotel on the DC-Maryland border. Not that Hoffman had any right to complain about the lodging, but he wondered if the accommodations were coming from the FBI or Strahm’s wallet.

“Take a left here. It’ll be faster and it’s easier to get on the turnpike.” Hoffman pointed up a couple of blocks ahead of them. Strahm gave him an apprehensive look before following the instructions the other man gave him. “Nice smooth merge instead of fighting.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Take it you don’t go home much? Or am I not good enough to bring home to mom?” Hoffman asked as he handed the papers off finally.

“What are you on about now?”

“Why aren’t you taking me to your place?”

“My place?” Strahm looked at him, more confused than ever

“In DC.”

With a sharp inhale Strahm asked, “Do you think every FBI agent is based out of Washington DC? Are you really that stupid, Detective?”

“Maybe I am.” Hoffman shrugged nonchalantly. Was Hoffman trying to scam him, even now? A blood vessel was popping on the edge of Strahm’s forehead and he could feel it. That seemed to make Hoffman’s lips curl at the ends ever so deviously. So it was all a fucking joke. “What’s the plan?”

“What?” Strahm’s attention returned in that moment.

“When we get to DC, smart ass.”

“Go to sleep. Get up in the morning, go to the office, and get this done. We’ll be home by tomorrow night.”

“How punctual.” Hoffman purred. “Did you bring something for me to wear?”

“No, why the hell would I do that?” Strahm asked.

“Why the hell wouldn’t you, this was your plan. I thought you asked me because you had something already.” Hoffman sat up in his seat, giving the other man a dumbfounded look

“I asked because you’re the only one not in the registry like Perez is. I mean why the hell wouldn’t you go out and buy a cheap dress or something after I told you about this?”

Hoffman just sighed before realizing the implication of this. “So guess that means you have to take me shopping.”

“What you want to go to the National Mall for that, dumb ass?”

“And if I do?” Hoffman smirked. He was clearly enjoying himself far too much. On the other hand, it took every bone in Strahm’s body to keep the two of them from careening off the highway and into the Atlantic ocean. Most of the car ride was in silence after that. Mark would occasionally peer out the window when they crossed a river, making it damn near impossible for him to get his planned nap in during the drive. Like that, they were pulling up into the parking lot of their hotel. Strahm left the car on while he checked in, and made a motion out to Hoffman when they were all set. Strahm walked back out to the car and sat in the driver’s seat before looking behind him.

“Where are we going?”

“To go shopping.” Strahm said with a sigh.

---

“Where to first?” Hoffman asked, stepping out of the car. Strahm hadn’t allowed for any stops on their way down south, so getting out to stretch was completely out of the question. Now that he was free, Hoffman lifted his arms over his head and let out a yawn. Strahm shot him a look before saying,

“It was only three hours, you don’t need to be so dramatic.”

“It was four.” Hoffman corrected him. Strahm just rolled his eyes and locked his car, walking away from the verbal conflict.

“Let’s go find you a dress first.” Strahm said in a hushed voice. Not that there was anyone else in the garage, but if there was he was worried someone would hear the two male voices.

“Does it have to be a dress? Or do you just want to emasculate me?” Hoffman growled slightly.

“There’s no way you’d fit in a woman’s suit.” Strahm stated, as if it was common knowledge. “And this is the FBI, you have to look halfway decent.”

“Your wish is my command, hubby.” Hoffman slapped on the most offensively fake smile as they walked into the mall. While neither of the men knew the layout of the mall, Strahm seemed to fall in behind Hoffman. This was unlike his usual behavior back in New York but Hoffman didn’t think it was worth getting into. They walk up to a directory and find a shop to pick a dress out from, first trying the anchor stores and getting nowhere with that. They tried a specialty store next, with more results. The only issue is the staff seemed to glare as the two men rummaged through the racks to find something that would fit a man like Hoffman. Hoffman noticed that Peter kept stealing looks as he would step out from the dressing room to look at the dress in the full length mirror. “Here, this should fit, but I need to to zip the back up.”

“Fine.” Strahm approached Hoffman and pulled the zipper up. It seemed to fall back as it was just about to close so Strahm told him, “Suck your gut in.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Hoffman rolled his eyes and sucked his stomach in. The zipper went up fine and Strahm secured it with the tiny hooks on the back. His hands slowly lingered onto Hoffman’s hips as they looked at the outfit in the mirror. “Not bad.”

“Yeah, you just look like a nice broad now.” Strahm replied quickly, before realizing where his hands were resting. He took a step back and Hoffman did a half spin to see what his back looked like in the dress, “I think it’ll work.”

“Yeah.” Strahm’s eyes wandered up at the ceiling. Hoffman reveled in this power and slid his hands down his hips with a whistle. Strahm turned his head back to look at the other man before darting his eyes away again. Like fucking putty in Mark’s hands. He walked back to his dressing room, came back out, and quickly threw the garment into Peter’s arms. Strahm shuffled to catch it before Hoffman walked past him and back into the store. Strahm veered towards the cashier before Hoffman pulled him by the back of his shirt and asked,

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To check out.”

“Not before I get some accessories.” He turned Strahm around and took a look at the gaudy earrings the store had on display

“You don’t even have piercings.” Strahm huffed quietly, “You’re not about to get them pierced for this.”

“And if I wanted to?”

“I’d tell you ‘you’re insane’ and pull you out of Claire’s. Dumbass.”

“Well at the very least, you can treat your wife to a nice necklace.”

“Fine.” Strahm sighed, feeling the grip Hoffman had on him growing tighter. “We can go to a jewelry store for that.”

“God you really know how to spoil a woman, it’s a wonder you’re not actually married.” Hoffman teased him, taking the dress from his hands and bringing it up to the counter himself. The cashier at the time didn’t seem to care that two men approached her with a feminine dress. She finished the transaction as quickly as she could, and went back to sulking while the two men headed back into the mall. Hoffman dragged Strahm back to a directory to plan their next course of action. It would be shoes, makeup, and jewelry in that order. There were more than a few instances where Hoffman didn’t need to be so close to the FBI agent, but would still press his body up against the other man. Like when a family tried to walk around the two of them. It would turn Strahm’s face an embarrassing red to have the fabric of Hoffman’s shirt slide across the leather of his jacket. In a low voice that he was certain only Strahm would hear he’d say, “My bad.”

“Just shut up and keep walking” or some variation were the only words Strahm was able to eek out. They managed to find some heels that weren’t ridiculously chunky, and Hoffman could balance on before going to a makeup store in the mall. They found a disgustingly light powder pink that the saleswoman said ‘any girl would love’, while Strahm stood out in the mall proper pretending that he was just shopping with a friend after work. She also threw in some samples that Hoffman didn’t really seem to understand, but was thankful he wasn’t buying any more makeup than was necessary. Not that it was on his dime, but he’d have no use for it after this elaborate fraud. Next, the two walked around a jewelry kiosk. Mark pointed at a diamond necklace and Strahm nearly cussed him out there in front of the sales clerk but just handed the Amex over before there was any questions. They walked back to the car before Strahm excused himself and headed to the bathroom.

“You really can’t wait for 20 minutes to get to the hotel?” Hoffman asked him, rolling his eyes

“It’s four o’clock, there’s no way in hell the ride is only going to be 20 minutes.” Strahm retorted before going in. Hoffman waited impatiently, stamping his foot down and glancing at the clock. How long did it take this idiot to piss? Out of the corner of his eye, Hoffman saw another store that he ducked into. If he was going to be Strahm’s wife, he was going to make the agent really regret it. He hurried back to the spot where Strahm was just zipping up his jacket. “Where were you?”

“Looking at Auntie Anne’s, the fuck does it matter to you?”

With a huff Strahm replied, “Whatever” before beginning the walk back to the car. This time Hoffman was sure to follow behind the agent. He seemed more… on edge than he had been this morning on Hoffman’s doorstep. Were the nerves setting in? Was his bravado really that fragile that shopping for women’s clothing was going to trip up Special Agent Peter Strahm?

“You seem tense.” Hoffman remarked

“I’m fine.” Strahm dodged the accusation, but not very well. There was almost an edge of bitterness in his words. He seemed to realize how rude he’d sounded by the way his eyes softened and said again, “I’m fine” in a much gentler tone.

“Nervous?”

“About?”

“Lying to your employer, the federal government?”

“No. No that’s the easy bit.”

“Easy, huh? Don’t tell me you’ve deceived the government before.”

“Yeah. Then when they caught me in my lie about 5 years later just told them it was a clerical error.”

“How rebellious of you. Never in my wildest dreams could I see you, Agent Strahm, bending the rules. Much less for your amusement.”

“And you’ve always filed your taxes on time.” Strahm laughed

“I’d never mess with my taxes.” Hoffman replied with a slight frown

“Sure thing, altar boy."

#saw #mark hoffman #saw franchise #peter strahm #coffinshipping #hoffstrahm #saw movies #my fics #my writing #crack #crack fic #crossdressing #crossdressing kink #fake dating #fake dating au #eventual smut #this chapter isnt raunchy but it will devolve into smut later <3 #saw fanfic #saw fanfiction #alternate universe #this is so stupid you guys but like its so funny

[lightofthemoonglow]

Could I request Peter Strahm and his s/o trying for a baby? c:

can be read as connected to this but it also totally isn't. It's everything and nothing lol

It’s over, it’s finally over.

Peter Strahm comes home to a quiet house and for the first time in a very long time, he is certain that there is nothing waiting for him in the dark. He takes off his coat, hangs it next to hers and makes his way upstairs, to the bedroom where she’s waiting for him.

It’s taken a long time to get to this point. To where he can fully enjoy the sight of her on his bed. Hair messily piled on top of her head, one of his shirts on as she reads a library book, the TV playing softly. At first, he had insisted that she keep it off when she’s home alone, as if that would help her if one of those crazy assholes got loose. But things had changed. And now it was all over, so it could be as loud as she wanted.

Instead of using his words, he slid into bed with his, taking her face in his hands. The book is soon forgotten, falling to the floor as he presses his body against hers, his tongue shoving its way into her mouth. She’s used to this, to seemingly sudden moments of passion. Sometimes, they don’t even make to the bedroom. The subject he was about to broach had first come up during one of those moments, one of the times they had been in the entryway, her back against the wall as he had fucked her so hard that she hadn’t been able to answer him until he had stopped.

“I’m ready,” Strahm whispers against her mouth and her face lights up, her hands going to grab fistfuls of his hair. He’s hard, practically twitching at the thought. They had agreed to wait, wait until it was safe. And it was over now, they would be able to raise their child without worrying about Jigsaw or his fucked up little group of followers.

She’s been ready for this ever since they had first talked about it. They wanted this, but knew they needed to wait. But she knew what things with Peter wouldn’t be easy all of the time. But when it was good, it was amazing. And it looked like things were going to get better from now on.

“Yes, yes,” she says, unable to stop smiling as she takes off his pants, fumbling with the belt in her excitement. He kisses her neck, cupping a breast as she babbles about how excited she is, that she wants this more than anything in the world. His shirt is quickly on the floor and he's crouched between her legs, getting her ready for the main event.

"I fucking love you," he whispers as he slides in and she knows he means it.

#peter strahm x reader #agent strahm x reader #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #sorry it's not super smutty #I've written so much that my brain is smut fried

[godlizzza]

give us some Hoffstrahm smut please

This is a bad idea, Peter thought as he sat heavily in his desk chair. Hoffman, who was down on his knees in front of him, had to catch his leg to keep him from rolling away. He pulled him in until Peter had to part his legs to keep from kneeing Hoffman in the throat. That in itself wasn't such an unpleasant thought but then Hoffman was pulling one of those stupid leather gloves he wore off with his teeth and it was enough to bring any ideas of crushing Hoffman's windpipe to a grinding halt.

"Can't help but notice how tense you've been today, Special Agent," Hoffman said, his voice coming out low and husky as he smoothed his hands along the inside of Peter's thighs and pushed his legs even further apart.

Peter sucked in a breath at the rough treatment and bit out, "Oh yeah? 'Cause this place is such a fucking retreat, right?"

"Didn't realise the FBI had it so cushy," Hoffman mused, running the pad of his thumb over Peter's tented zipper.

Peter ground his teeth together so hard he was sure his dentist, Dr. Leidner, was shivering three states away. He fumbled with his belt for a second before pulling it open. Thankfully, Hoffman seemed to take the cue and popped the button on Peter's pants. When he pulled the zipper down Peter let out a small huff of relief at the tightness easing off his straining erection.

"Just shut the fuck up," Peter hissed, gripping the arms of the chair.

Hoffman reached into his boxers and pulled out Peter's flushed cock, the simple touch of his hand enough to make Peter thrill with anticipation.

"Real smooth talker," Hoffman muttered, then unceremoniously took Peter's cock into his mouth.

"Fuck." Peter's head flew back of its own accord, smacking against the cushioned back.

He had to bite down on his lip to stifle the string of expletives fighting to burst from his throat as Hoffman continued to work at the length of him. He settled for gripping the arm rests so hard his blunt fingernails pierced the worn leather, sinking into the soft stuffing below. It was when he felt the head of his cock brush the back of Hoffman's throat that he fisted his hand in the other man's hair and pulled his head down.

Hoffman lurched beneath him, nearly gagging on his dick, and Peter relented, though only a little. He kept his tight grip on Hoffman's hair, keeping his slick lips wrapped around him as he bucked into that delicious wet heat. He refrained from fucking Hoffman's throat, though images flashed through Peter's mind of doing just that--Hoffman laying supine on the cold linoleum floor while Peter kneeled over him and pounded that smart mouth. He groaned at the thought of it, momentarily forgetting the fact that they were in the precinct and he was supposed to be keeping quiet.

Yes, it was late and he was almost certain they were the last two people left on their floor, but he didn't want to take any chances. If anyone walked in to find him getting blown by Mark Hoffman while he was sat at his fucking desk like some low-grade porno, he didn't think he'd ever live it down.

Hoffman was grunting below him, possibly from his hair being pulled, possibly from the pounding his mouth was taking, possibly from how hard Peter was squeezing his head between his thighs. God, it infuriated him how much Peter wanted him. It would be so easy if he could just hate Hoffman in a cold, detached way, the same way he'd done with every other asshole detective he'd ever been forced to work with. Unfortunately for his sanity, he hated Hoffman while also craving him like a hand-curated drug.

The air in the room had grown hot and stifling, every grunt and moan ripped from Peter's throat raising the temperature until he was sure the thermostat was going to blow. Hoffman was pawing at his thighs, his fingers digging into the fabric of Peter's slacks. Peter continued to thrust into his mouth, the wheels of the chair squeaking as the force of his fucking rocked it back and forth. His pleasure was quickly mounting, stacking higher and higher until it all tipped over and he was coming in Hoffman's mouth with an obscene groan.

Hoffman gasped, his mouth popping open to let Peter's come dribble down his chin and pool on the worn leather seat. Only once Peter was spent and boneless did he release his iron-tight grip on Hoffman's head. He dragged in ragged breaths as Hoffman eased off him, slowly climbing to his feet. His knees clicked audibly and he let out a deep groan. Peter supposed he should've felt bad for him but he was too busy trying to find the brain power to stuff himself back into his pants after coming so hard he'd seen stars.

"See?" Hoffman said, the scratchiness in his voice betraying the carefree demeanor he was trying to put on. "It's not so bad here, huh?"

"Yeah, whatever," Peter said, still trying to catch his breath. He sat up straighter and waved for Hoffman to step closer to him. "Now, come on."

He was perfectly ready to sit there and let Hoffman fuck his face in return. That was how things worked between them, anyway. A give and take. Hoffman could never say Peter didn't do his part.

But Hoffman just gave him an unreadable smile and shook his head. "Maybe some other time," he said, wiping the come from his chin on his sleeve. He pulled those stupid fucking leather gloves back over his hands before making for the door. "I'll be seeing you."

Then he was gone, the door closing behind him with a soft click, and Peter was left stewing in confusion and arousel. Part of him was tempted to jump to his feet and demand that Hoffman get his ass back here and finish what he started, but then he realised that would be tantamount to begging to suck Hoffman's dick and he froze.

He's fucking with me! Peter silently fumed. Playing with my fucking head!

Well, if that was how he wanted to play things, fine. He could sleep off his blue balls. It's not like Peter cared.

He continued telling himself he didn't care all through the drive back to the motel, definitely not thinking about Hoffman or sucking him off.

#here is me giving some hoffstrahm smut #pls enjoy #hoffstrahm #coffinshipping #mark hoffman #peter strahm #saw #my fics #asks #writing prompt #spice spice spice #n sfw

[living-dead-author]

Horror characters reactions to their s/o leaving sexy Polaroids around the house for them

Had this idea for a bit and I finally got around to writing it for y'all. I'm going to try and post regularly but because of everything I have going on right now I might not be able to for a bit.

Characters Included: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Peter Strahm, Asa Emory, and Bubba Sawyer

Content Includes: 18+ material do not interact if you are underage, explicit mentions of nude photos taken of reader, implied sex, GN reader, implied male masturbation, masturbating to readers pictures, brief mentions of murder

Bo Sinclair

Coming home after a long day working Bo expected to find you waiting for him like you usually do. But tonight is different. Tonight you're nowhere to be found. But when Bo takes his first step inside he finds a Polaroid at his foot, but not just any Polaroid, it’s a Polaroid of you wearing nothing but your underwear.

Bo walks further into the house and what does he find? More and more Polaroids of you in sexy positions that you know is going to drive him nuts. By the time he gets upstairs he’s straining hard against his pants and he had to undo his belt.

And when Bo finds you after gathering up all of your little Polaroids, you're in for a wild night. He won't even give you a chance to say anything he'll just corner you against somewhere and lay out all of the Polaroids in front of you while whispering in your ear, "Yer a little tease ain't ya? With yer god damn little pictures. Well get ready darlin', I'm just getting started."

Lester Sinclair

When Lester wakes up you're still asleep, and he doesn't like making you wake up as early as he does so he lets you sleep in. But today while he was getting ready he kept finding these sexy Polaroids of you around the house. You in these pretty lingerie pieces, sexy poses, provocative stances.

He obviously gets turned on, but he thinks this might have been for when he got home later in the day. So he puts them all back where he found them and he ignores the throbbing in his pants while he tries to deal with getting ready.

But when he gets in his truck to leave for the day and he pulls down that sun visor, another Polaroid falls down into his lap. This one shows you in a position so utterly sexy to him he has to go back inside and jump into bed with you, waking you up with kisses as he groans about how hard you've made him.

Peter Strahm

After getting home late one night from a grueling week of work Peter is looking forward to having some time to himself. But when he steps inside the house and sees a Polaroid picture of you taped there, he had to get a better look. Of course this Polaroid was of you, dressed up in a sexy outfit, posing in front of a mirror.

Peter swallows hard and uses his detective skills in a much more fun way tonight. He goes around the house, gathering up all the other Polaroids you hid everywhere before spreading them out on the kitchen table of your house. Looking over all of them get's him undeniably hard. Knowing that you're already asleep, he's not going to wake you. So for now Peter takes care of this issue himself, while looking down at your pretty pictures.

After cleaning up he gets into bed with you and cuddles up close against you. Now in the morning when you try and pull away from him, he's not going to let you get away so soon. He needs to have a little talk with you about those Polaroids, he's sure you'll understand.

Asa Emory

Coming back to his town house like any other day, checking the mail and setting it down, going into his office, not expecting anything different. But then he sees a Polaroid sitting on his desk. He doesn't remember taking one. He picks it up and sees you in it, naked and posed in a sexual manner.

Asa knows that there are others hidden around the house, and seeing that you're out at the moment, he's going to find them all, then the camera you used. As he keeps gathering up these Polaroids he keeps getting more and more turned on, especially seeing some of the things you've done to yourself in these pictures.

When you get home he's waiting for you in his office, the Polaroids neatly laid out in a uniform fashion with the camera sitting nearby. "Sit." Is all he's going to tell you for the time being before he has you handle the growing issue you gave him.

Bubba Sawyer

When the two of you finally get to be alone in the house together Bubba expected some sexy activities, but he didn't expect to go around the house finding Polaroids of you in such sexy manners. His eyes get fixated on the Polaroids in his hands as he goes around gathering them all up.

Bubba isn't exactly a spring chicken when it comes to nudity and sex. He sees naked people all the time when he's cutting up victims, but this is different. This gets him excited in an entirely new way.

When he finally finds you he's so wound up from all of the Polaroids you gave him that all he's able to do is pick you up in his huge arms and carry you off into the bedroom to have some fun times in there. Maybe you could try out some new poses for him in there too.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #peter strahm #peter strahm x reader #asa emory #asa emory x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #slasher smut

[internet-sadass]

Masterlist <3

All fics contain NSFW content!

American Horror Story

Thomas Browne x female reader

Closer To God

Impure Divinity

Unholy Conception

Michael Langdon x female reader

Portrait

Mind over Matter

Sticky

There's Nothing Sweeter Than My Baby

That's My Pretty Boy

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees x female reader

More Than Your Bargained For (But Better Than You Thought You'd Get)

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x female reader

Psychomachia

My Bloody Valentine

Harry Warden x female reader

My Bloody Betrayal

The X-Files

Fox Mulder x female reader

Inappropriate Workplace Behaviour

I Can't Wait For You To Knock Me Up

Can't Keep My Mind (Or Hands) Off You

Fox Mulder x Dana Scully

Don't Panic

Saw

Mark Hoffman x female reader

Cunnilingus On Company Time

Peter Strahm x female reader

An Eye For An Eye

David x female reader

A Little Something In Pink

David (solo fic)

Saw 0.5 (XXX Version)

Resident Evil

Albert Wesker x female reader

Tentacle Sex in the Name of Science!

Leon S. Kennedy x female reader

Totally Medical and Professional Knotting

#saw movies #saw franchise #saw fanfic #saw smut #peter strahm x reader #mark hoffman x reader smut #david saw 0.5 x reader smut #david saw 0.5 smut #michael langdon fic #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon smut #american horror story #american horror stories #ahs fanfic #ahs smut #thomas browne x reader #michael langdon #the x files #the x files smut #the x files fanfic #fox mulder x reader #fox mulder smut #msr fanfic #msr smut #hannibal lecter smut #hannibal lecter x reader #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #nbc hannibal

[mrkheartffmans]

mdni 18+ only pls

peter strahm the type to let you rub your face all over his cock. i mean giving him a handjob while you stare into his soul making him look down at you because he wants to feel small and powerless. his job puts so much fucking strain on him so now he wants you to milk it out of him. preferrably tied up to a comfy chair or even he's on the bed while you're kneeling in front of him.

"fuck, mommy just like that... yes yes." he's whining to you while keeping his eyes glued on your pretty brown ones. loving the way you overstimulate him! ooh ooh !! sometimes he'll let you blindfold him so he's doesn't know what's going on.

he's just your tired overworked sweetheart that's all...

i'm not projecting at all, i certainly do not wanna give someone the best twisty wristy to relieve his stress

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I rewatched Saw IV and I can't stop thinking about Peter Strahm as a soft Dom! 😩💦

Peter is absolutely a soft dom! I started out with some head cannons for this idea, but am absolutely willing to make a full on fic for this idea if y’all like this!!

Pairing: Peter Strahm x (gn!) reader

Word Count: ~500

Warnings: 18+!! Lots of smut, mostly fluffy smut

Summary: Headcannons about Peter being a soft dom! Aftercare included!!

Peter Strahm as a soft dom would include…

• Your first couple times together, he would hold himself back (especially if he was your first)

• He would be very careful to make sure you are enjoying yourself and that he’s not being too rough

• Always very romantic, intimacy with his partner is very important to him

• He wouldn’t get rougher or more dominant unless you suggested it, or would maybe bring it up later into your relationship, after you’ve been intimate for a while

• One day, you suggest to him that he take a bit more control; it was something you had thought about for a while

• You loved how gentle and romantic he was, but you also wanted the chance to spice it up a bit

• Something changed in him as soon as you suggested it, and this man became absolutely insatiable

• Loves calling you pretty names: sweet baby, darling, baby, pretty thing, just to name a few

• Now, I’m convinced that Strahm would be the biggest softie for his partner, so I don’t think he would be able to degrade you unless you really wanted him to

• And even then, he would be so sweet afterwards, comforting you and telling you how much he loves you

• Loves picking you up and pressing you against the wall when you least expect it

• Just loves picking you up in general, just to remind you he can and who’s in charge

• “Good job baby, you’re doing so good for me”

• Will have you literally anywhere around your home

• In bed, against the wall, on the counter/table, in the shower

• “You gonna be good for me, darling? You know how much I love seeing you on your knees.”

• Loves overstimulating you and seeing how much you can handle

• “Cmon, love, one more for me hmm? I love hearing the noises you make, can’t get enough of it”

• I just imagine how he acts with Perez and how he talks to her/acts with her (picture the scene where she is hit with shrapnel from Billy). If he’s caring with his partner at work, he is going to be an absolute angel with his lover

o Side note: Perez is absolutely into women, and no one is changing my mind, but that’s a subject for another day

• If he’s had a long day at work and needs to let out some pent-up stress, he would probably be a bit rougher, like bending you over and pinning your arms behind your back

• “You look so good full of my cock, love.”

• Always has to hold you afterwards, lots of kisses and sweet talking, telling you how well you did

• Cleans you up, makes sure you have water, jumps in the shower with you when you’ve had a particularly hot and steamy session and you’re both sweaty

I know a lot of you have been looking forward to soft dom Strahm, so I am here to provide! This is kinda short compared to my other works but was trying to get into the swing of writing Peter and getting used to him as a character. Let me know how I did and if y’all want a longer piece of him being a soft dom with his partner!! (There is also a Peter Strahm NSFW alphabet in your futures, your girl knows what the people want👀)

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