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hello hello!!

hope you're all doing well, lovelies!! sorry i've been missing this week, it's been a draining week both personally and academically, but i am recovering!! i plan to get some fics and headcanons out this weekend, i've got a bunch of stuff in my drafts that i need to finish up

love you all <3

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I've been thinking about Peter Strahm's s/o being desperate for him, palming at his pants and telling him how much they love and need him. Maybe they suck him off or ride him like there's no tomorrow? x3

this request has been living rent free in my head for the last few days!! the Strahm babes are getting some content!!

Show Me How Much You Missed Me

Pairing: Peter Strahm x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+!!! Smut!! MDNI. Dirty talk, daddy kink, oral (m! receiving), p in v penetration, creampie, praise kink

Summary: On your day off, all you can do is think about your boyfriend, Peter. When he gets home, you really try and pay attention when he’s telling you about his day, but you have something much different on your mind.

You perked up as soon as you heard the key in the lock. He was home.

You rushed over to Peter as soon as he opened the front door, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled into your hair as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Hi, my angel.” Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

You had missed him so much. You had the day off from work and sat around watching your favorite TV show and doing some chores around your shared apartment. You had tried to convince Peter to not go into work this morning, to stay in bed with you and take a day off, he deserved it after all. But you knew his job didn’t work that way.

He held you close, shutting the door with his free hand, before guiding you over to the couch. He sat you both down, letting out a groan as he took his shoes off and undid his tie. You sat beside him, one leg resting across his own and your head lying on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you as he got comfortable, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You excitedly asked him about his day, wanted to hear all about his work.

He sighed. “Boring. Perez and I spent all day sifting through paperwork, trying to find any pattern in the case we’ve been working on. My eyes are fuckin’ killing me.”

You listened intently as he continued, telling you all about how Erikson was on their asses all day, they hardly even had time for coffee breaks.

“You will be happy about this, though,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“And what is that?”

“Perez really likes your friend that you set her up with. Spent all day talking about her. Said they’re going to dinner tomorrow night.”

You sat up excitedly, a smile glued to your face. “See! I told you!”

He laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I didn’t think red heads were her type, but I guess you were right.”

You lightly slapped his shoulder before settling back in, a proud smile still on your face. You listened as he went on, complaining about the mountains of paperwork waiting for him tomorrow.

You tried to pay attention, you really did, but you found yourself a bit distracted. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hair stood up slightly, the neat style he had when he left this morning undone by his hand running through it. You couldn’t help but notice his shirt sleeves rolled up above his elbows, showing off the veins in his forearms. You couldn’t help but notice the top buttons undone, revealing a little bit of his chest.

“You okay, angel?” he asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m okay.”

“You look a little distracted. Something on your mind?” You smirked at the look on his face, completely oblivious to why you were really distracted. His eyebrows furrowed, taking in every part of your expression, making sure you were really okay.

“I mean, maybe I’m a little distracted,” you said softly, resting a hand on his thigh.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” he asked, starting to get an idea when your hand began to move higher.

“Just missed you a lot today,” you whined, slowly beginning to palm him through his pants.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, running a hand through your hair. “Is that right, baby?”

You nodded against his chest, placing soft kisses along his collar. “Hate when you have to go to work. Want you to stay here with me all day.”

“I know, love,” he said, leaning his back against the couch, savoring your touch and the feeling of your lips grazing his throat. “Wish I could just stay here with you, too. Tell me what you want baby.”

You whined, feeling your face heat up. You began to palm him harder, hoping that would be enough to get what you want.

He gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Be good and use your words, angel.”

“Want you,” you said softly.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you can do better than that. Use that pretty voice and tell me what you want.”

“Wanna suck you off,” you said, forcing yourself to hold his gaze.

He grinned, running his thumb over your lip. “Then what are you waiting for, baby?”

You quickly sunk to the floor in front of him as he worked on his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to free himself. He pushed your hair from your face as you placed your tongue flat against him, licking a long stripe up his dick.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he let out a deep groan. He watched as you took him down your throat, hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

“God, you look so good like this, angel,” he groaned, gently guiding your head as you gagged on him. “Should’ve stayed home with you today.”

You felt your eyes water slightly as he hit the back of your throat, working what you couldn’t fit with your hand. You moaned around his dick, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. He savored the feeling of your mouth around him, watching your spit coat his cock, your wide eyes staring up at him.

“So good for me, sweetheart. Is this what you’ve been thinking about all day while I’ve been gone?”

“Maybe,” you said with a smile, pulling off him for a moment to catch your breath. You wiped the drool from your bottom lip, a strand of it still connecting you to his dick. You placed small kisses along his stomach as he rubbed your head, your hand still stroking him.

“Get up here, baby. Show me how much you missed me.”

You quickly climbed back on the couch, pulling off your sweats and underwear before straddling his lap. He grabbed his dick, lining it up at your entrance, his other hand wrapped around your waist. You began to sink down onto him when he gripped you tighter, halting your movements.

“I wanna hear you tell me what you want first, baby. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about all day. I love hearing your pretty voice tell me what you want.”

You whined, leaning forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying to grind your hips. “Want you inside me…”

“What was that baby? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

You pulled away, sitting back up on his lap and taking in the smug smile on his face.

“Wanna ride you,” you sighed, the ache between your legs growing unbearable. “Want you inside me.”

“That’s much better, angel,” he said, slowly sinking you down onto his cock. “Show me how much you want it, sweetheart.”

Your mouth fell open as he filled you, stretching you out perfectly. You gripped his shoulders tightly, keeping yourself steady. His hands ran over your body, stopping to squeeze your thighs as you began to bounce. He let out a small moan as you started to move, his eyes locked on where your bodies connected.

You ran your hands under his shirt, needing to feel him, touch him. “Missed you so much, daddy. Thought about you all day.”

He sucked in a breath at the name, gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby, I missed you too. I love when you get so needy for me. So good for me.”

You began to pick up the pace, his praise going straight between your legs. You needed more. More of him, more of the way he made you feel. The sounds of your moans filled the room as he pulled you against him, kissing his way up your neck. You began to grind your hips each time you sunk back down, desperate for more.

“Need some help, angel?” he asked, a smile on his face as he took in the expression on yours.

You nodded frantically, needing to feel him thrust into you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, repositioning you so were on your back, legs spread wide for him. He placed a hand on each of your thighs, pressing them back until your knees were against your chest.

“So good for me, baby,” he groaned as he began to pump into you. “Look so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

You threw your head back, hands gripping the cushions, crying out at how deep he was. He leaned down, caging you between his arms, and caught your lips in a searing kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails scratching at his back as he groaned into your mouth.

You whined against his lips as you felt the pressure building in your stomach. Your legs began to shake, and he pulled away, just enough to see your face.

“You gonna cum for me, angel? Be good and cum around daddy’s dick, baby.”

He took your face in one of his hands, gripping it just tight enough to force you to look at him as the tension snapped and you reached your high. He smiled, praising you through your orgasm as you shook underneath him.

You felt his thrusts falter a bit and knew he wasn’t far behind you.

“You want me to cum inside you sweetheart?” he asked. You nodded, a moan escaping your throat at the thought. “Yeah, want me to fill you up baby?”

You cried out, begging for him to fill you. His hips pressed against yours as he finished, letting out a deep groan as he reached his high.

He leaned down, resting his forehead against your as you both caught your breath. After a moment, he pulled out of you, sitting back up on the couch and pulling you gently up onto his lap. He pushed your hair out of your face, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

He smiled at you, holding you close to him. “God, I really should’ve stayed home you today, hm?”

tag list: @bee-who-isnt-french, @enigmatic-blues, @kujofam, @aliengutzstuff, @mysunfishpeedinmyroom, @schrodingersjigsaw, @librababe99

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Your writing keeps me checking my phone like a drug addict. Loves it!!

ahhhh stop y'all are too sweet🥰🥰 i'm so glad you like my stuff!!

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some updates!

hi lovelies!! hope you're all doing well <3

wanted to give a couple updates about my blog! i've been seriously thinking about adding a couple characters to my writing list so i now will officially accept requests for:

Adam Stanheight (Saw franchise)

Ghost (COD)

also just wanted to let you all know that if you send me requests, i will get to them!! i currently have 60+ requests in my inbox so i might be a little slow, but i promise i will get to all of your requests! i will be keeping requests open bc i love hearing from y'all and hearing your ideas, but i might be slower responding

also also, y'all can be expecting a new series coming up soon (just started working it) that will feature my first attempt at threesome smut with Hoffman and Strahm!!

love you all <3

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ok so I’m a little nerd who likes to scrapbook and do art stuff… how would Hoffman and Strahm be with a an s/o who likes to make them cute little crafts and art pieces? Who would keep a little decorated picture of the two of them in their wallet or in their desk drawer? Or who would have a desk drawer full of everything you’ve ever made them, no matter if it’s a poem, a painting, etc… I feel like these big, strong, and scary men need a little ball of sunshine in their life to love them.

omg this is so sweet!! i have a friend that's super into arts and crafts and makes me little things sometimes and it makes me so happy! to all the balls of sunshine that like making their loved ones crafts: you are so appreciated!

Mark Hoffman

i'm picturing Mark letting you draw on him

like laying in bed with his arm on your lap while you paint/draw something small on him

his shirt sleeves hide it while he's at work but whenever he needs a pick me up during the day, he rolls up his sleeve and has a reminder of you

if you made decorated pictures of the two of you, they would all be in his wallet

i feel like Mark would be more like "oh i have a reputation to uphold i'm not hanging stuff up in my office"

(he totally ends up placing the things you make him around his office bc they make him happy)

he loves when you make him things he can frame and set on his desk

i think if you made him a scrapbook for like his birthday or an anniversary, he would have no idea what to do and just be overwhelmingly happy

(keeps it in his desk drawer)

(and always asks for another one for every anniversary)

Peter Strahm

anything you made for him would be his prized possesion

the pieces you make for him are hanging everywhere: around his office, around his/your home, sitting on his desk

he keeps his favorites in his wallet, along with his pictures of you

i feel like if you're the type to make him small pieces of jewelry, he would totally wear it with pride

"hey peter where'd you get the bracelet? i've never seen you wear jewelry before?"

"oh my angel made it for me"

i feel like he'd really love if you made him something small that he could always keep on him, no matter if he's in the field or not

like i'm picturing like a locket with either a picture you made inside or a decorated picture of the two of you that he can always have right under his shirt collar

he'll try and make small things for you too as a thank you and leave them on your desk/workspace for you to find

tag list: @bee-who-isnt-french, @enigmatic-blues, @kujofam, @aliengutzstuff, @mysunfishpeedinmyroom, @schrodingersjigsaw, @librababe99, @slut4hoffman, @hoffmansnightmare, @karmaswitch, @mrs-hotforhoffman, @returntodustsblog, @capan-deveraux2, @switchbabeeexo, @honimello, @hoffmanfan13

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NSFW Alphabet feat. Peter Strahm

I have been promising this for a while and I have finally delivered!! hope you guys like it <3 also thank you all for being so sweet, i love reading your comments on my posts, i kick my feet and giggle every time one of you interact with my stuff

Pairing: Peter Strahm x (gn!) reader

Warnings: 18!! obviously lots of smut!! MDNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I’ve said it before, and I will say it again: king of aftercare. Loves taking care of you afterwards. Cleans you up, lots of kisses, always has to hold you close. Calls you sweet names and tells you how much he loves you. Also loves to shower with you afterwards (most of the time leading to another round)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself is probably his arms. He’s very proud of the muscles in his arms (and he knows how much you love them). Will pick you up randomly just to show off.

His favorite body part on your is probably your face and your thighs. He loves laying on your thighs, using them as pillows, leaving marks on them when he goes down on you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves to cum on your thighs or down your throat. He thinks you look so pretty covered in his cum. HOWEVER:

Once you guys have been together for a bit, develops a massive breeding kink (maybe even has a housewife/husband kink 👀). Gets off to the idea of you having his babies, seeing you pregnant (even if you don’t have the anatomy, he doesn’t give a shit he’s still gonna fuckin’ try)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Peter is a very romantic guy with his partner. He loves being sweet and intimate with his partner, showing them how much he adores them.

But goddamn if this man doesn’t think about ruining you. His secret fantasy is pretending that you’re a suspect he’s interrogating and, when you won’t tell him what he wants to know, he resorts to more interesting methods.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t think he has a shit ton of experience since I believe Peter would only want to have sex with someone he has a connection with, but definitely enough experience to know what he’s doing. He knows how to treat you right; he loves learning every inch of his partner’s body and what turns them on.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Probably missionary and missionary variations. Adores seeing your face while you’re having sex. He also loves watching you ride him, especially when he’s sitting up, back against the wall/headboard, pressed up against you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Probably more serious unless something goofy happens.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed. If not fully shaved, then definitely trimmed and clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate!! Honestly, I think Peter would be one to not have sex unless he had an emotional connection with the person, so when he does have sex with his partner, he’s pretty romantic with it. He sees it as a chance to show you how much he cares for you. He especially tries to make it special on anniversaries and birthdays. Don’t even get me started on if his s/o doesn’t know how attractive they are or have body image issues, you would not leave your room for DAYS until you see yourself the way he sees you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Similar to Hoffman, I think he wouldn’t jack off a whole lot simply because he doesn’t have the time. But, with Strahm, I feel like he also prefers to have you, so he’ll normally wait until he gets to see you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don’t see Peter as being super kinky, but he definitely has a couple. Definitely has an overstimulation kink. Loves to see how many times he can make you cum before you can’t it anymore. Love praising you (and being praised, give the man some encouragement). Also loves honorifics in bed: sir, agent, and (once he hears you moan it for the first time) daddy. Absolutely a soft dom.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Definitely in your own home. I don’t think he’d be super into public sex (see letter R) and would prefer to be in your apartment/house. That being said, he can and WILL take you in any room of your home. His favorites are probably the kitchen while you two are cooking together or in the shower.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves when you’re openly needy for him. It turns him on so much knowing how much you want him. Whenever your press yourself against him, palm him through his pants, whisper something to him, he’s like putty in your hands (anon that suggested this idea for a fic, I’ve so got you! It’s in my drafts!!)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Does not like inflicting pain on you. He’ll spank you if you’re into it, but that’s as far as he’ll go. No slapping, weapons, blood, nada. You’re his angel, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Will go down on you like his life DEPENDS on it. Like I said: overstimulation!! This man needs to see how many times he can make you cum until you feel like you’re gonna pass out. And that includes with his tongue.

He loves receiving too (of course). Loves seeing you on your knees for him while he pulls your hair back (if it’s long enough). Loves seeing your face while you take him down your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the day and his mood. Most of the time, he’d be pretty sensual unless you ask for otherwise. BUT hear me out:

If either of you (or my GOD both of you) have had a bad day, he’ll be rougher. Not rough enough to hurt you, but will grip your hips a little harder, spank you more, maybe pull your hair a bit. This ALSO gets you more dirty talk. Will press you up against a wall as soon as he gets home and ruin you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I don’t think he’d be a big fan of quickies. He’d do it if both of you needed it, but he prefers to take his time, make you feel good, take in every inch of your body.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Doesn’t strike me as much of a risk taker. Is very protective of you and does not want to risk anyone else getting the chance to see you the way he gets to. That sight is just for him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Can definitely last at least a couple rounds. The first time you two have sex, he just can’t get enough of you and keeps you up all night. Knows how to make himself last for you (except when you call him “agent,” that’s his big weakness 👀)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Will absolutely use a vibrator on you while he fucks you. He also bought a pair of pretty, fluffy handcuffs for you two to try out when you asked him to pretend he was arresting you as a suspect in a case. 👀

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you, but I feel like he would cave so quickly! If you teased him first and he had been pent up all day because of it, he would absolutely give you a taste of your own medicine. But, on a normal day, the first moan that comes out of your mouth and he’s done.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud, but fairly vocal. Will groan in your ear and is praising you the entire time. Loves loves loves calling you pretty names (baby, angel, love, honey) and telling you how good you look full of his cock.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would love having you ride his thigh. When he does tease you, that’s his favorite way to do it. He loves guiding your hips as you grind yourself on his thigh, whispering pretty things in your ear to get you even more worked up. He loves watching you fall apart for him even when he’s barely even touching you.

This is also very random, but I think it’d be so fun to try and corrupt him. Like he strikes me as kind of a rule follower (before his Jigsaw trap and getting kicked off the case) and I think trying to get him to break and like fuck you in his office would be so fun.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Probably longer than he is thick. Solid 8-9 inches

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When he’s in love with you, he could go any time of day. He is ready at all times to make you feel good and thinks about you 24/7. There are days where he’ll come home from work and just pick you up, no matter what you’re doing, and carry you to your bed because he’s been thinking about it all day and just can’t wait any longer.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not super quick, I feel like he’d wait for you to fall asleep first. He loves seeing you safe in his arms, watch your breathing slow as you fall asleep on his chest.

tag list: @bee-who-isnt-french, @enigmatic-blues, @kujofam, @aliengutzstuff, @mysunfishpeedinmyroom, @schrodingersjigsaw, @librababe99

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i'm sitting here watching Saw IV for the 100th time while i write and it's a little embarrassing how i have Hoffman's tape they find in John's stomach memorized

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this is the best thing i've read all day

saw au where the bathroom is actually attached to the paddys pub building (from its always sunny), and then charlie becomes kramer's apprentice

[Dee and Dennis sit at the bar drinking. Mac busts in.]

Mac: Guys, guys, guys, I've got news, I've got terrible news!

[He doesn't say anything– he's obviously waiting for a reaction. The Gang stares at him blankly.]

Dennis (finally giving in): What's the news?

Mac: Our neighbor... is Jigsaw.

Dee: That sweet old man? And his kids?

Mac: Yeah! They're Jigsaw! (He rolls his eyes) Okay, look, I didn't want to believe it either, but I was walking by their door and I heard screaming.

Dee (weakly): That doesn't mean anything, this is a bad... bad part of town.

Dennis: Shut up, Dee. Mac, continue.

Mac: So I heard screaming, right, and I peeked in, and they were torturing this dude on like, this giant stretching trap!

Dennis: Alright, he's Jigsaw.

[They all sit in silence.]

Mac: At least we haven't been trapped.

Dennis: Well, that's because we haven't done anything wrong, Mac.

[They stew longer.]

Dee: Can I just say, it's a little weird we haven't gotten trapped?

Dennis: I'm glad you said that, because I'm incredibly offended we haven't gotten trapped yet.

Mac: We're trappable! We're so trappable!

Dennis: You know, this is an easily solvable problem. Let's just go next door and sort this out. I'm sure they're reasonable people.

[TITLE CARD: "The Gang Gets Saw Trapped"]

As the episode goes on, Mac, Dee, and Dennis get more and more obsessed with being put in a saw trap for the bragging rights, to the annoyance of John and the apprentices. Mac keeps bringing up the fact that he's gay, to which John clumsily tries to reassure him that they don't trap people for being gay. This continues until John gets so fed up that he sticks them in a spare trap he has lying around, and the three quickly realize that being saw trapped is not as glamorous as they thought it was. Hope seems to be running out, when Charlie and Frank come by to return a reverse bear trap. It is revealed that Charlie borrows traps all the time to catch vermin, and Frank was John's business associate back in the day. John lets them go because of this connection, and Mac, Dee, and Dennis immediately lord their saw trap experience over Charlie and Frank. The episode ends with John, the apprentices, and the Gang drinking beers in folding chairs as they watch someone try to escape a trap, and cheering.

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ok but what about Strahm with an s/o who is younger? 👀

oh my god this man would be SO protective!!!

Warnings: bit of smut towards the end, 18+!!

i think Peter would love having a younger s/o, but would also just be stressed all the time

not because of you, but because he's ready to arrest anyone who looks at you a little too long

takes you to a shooting range to teach you to shoot a gun

(and wrapping his arms around you from behind to "fix your form")

always holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist in public

he really tries not to be overprotective, but with his profession and the cases he sees, it's very hard for him not to be, especially if you're a femme presenting person

teaches you self-defense

if you're a college student, he always forces you to take study breaks because he knows what being overworked looks like and REFUSES to let you work for too long

pretends to know the music you listen to and the slang terms you use, and then is frantically Googling later (and asks Perez for help)

also you would be best friends with Perez bc i love her and i say so

now on the spicy side 👀

would LOVE if you called him "agent" in bed

idk what it's called, but would have something similar to a corruption kink, but instead of "corrupting" you he just wants to teach you how to make both of you feel good (innocence kink? is that a thing?)

"that's it baby, you're learning so quick. doing so good for me"

i think Peter might be hesitant at first if you told him you had a daddy kink, just because he wouldn't understand why you enjoy it

but the first time he hears you moan "daddy" while you're caged under him, he totally understands

"oh fuck, say it again angel"

tag list: @bee-who-isnt-french, @enigmatic-blues, @kujofam, @aliengutzstuff, @mysunfishpeedinmyroom, @schrodingersjigsaw

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sorry for the lack of fics the past couple days, school and work have been suuuper busy but i plan do some writing tomorrow/this weekend

also editing is hard🥲

love you guys <3

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Just a light hearted question, would you ever consider writing for Lawrence Gordon?

i've actually gotten this question a couple of times and maybe! idk if i would write smut about him, but i'd consider writing some fluff

i've also gotten into chainshipping since joining tumblr, so there may be some hints of that in some future fics (wink wink)

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ok i have never played call of duty

but my god i was up until 2am last night reading Ghost smut and now i am not the same woman i was 24 hours ago

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ive been stuck in the airport for 8 hours and awake for 29 hours so i have deleriously begun thinking of domestic Mark Hoffman on a vacation.

To me he definitley screams airport dad, he’s holding everyones passports and boarding passes, he’s weighing everyones bags , quadruple checking everyone has everything they need and the whole kit and caboodle. but on the flip side the second yall are actually in the plane in the air he becomes normal cocky Mark Hoffman again, whispering in your ear about joining the mile high club and honestly probably doing it lolllll ,, his hand permanently gripping your thigh or having you sleep on his shoulder

anyway thats the end of my delusional rambles about my fav psycho bastard <33

ok this is so fucking funny and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since this hit my inbox so have some headcanons (might make this into a full goofy fic at some point we'll see)

first off, i hope you get some sleep soon!!

domestic Hoffman has me WEAK

he gets so stressed

"did you pack this?" "did you pack this?" "did you pack this?"

"for FUCKS sake Mark why don't you just pack?"

has to be at the airport like 8 hours early

wears the most outrageous Hawaiian shirts he can find

i have a headcanon that he dresses fairly darker on his days off (probably old band tshirts type of look) but on vacation this man would look like a stereotypical tourist

i'm just imagining you and Mark going on a vacation with all of the other apprentices (and Adam because i said so)

he's considered putting one of those kiddie leases on Adam because he always wanders off

the only person he doesn't yell at for walking too slow is John

he and Amanda are fighting because she tried to bring a knife through the metal detectors and now you're all stopped by security and he's worried you're going to miss your flight (it's four hours away)

the only people he doesn't get annoyed with are you and Lawrence (who he has put in charge of Adam)

"Amanda did you pack sunscreen for John? I don't want to listen to either of you complain if he gets burnt"

"babe i'm gonna kill them, someone is not making it on that plane."

he's internally screaming when Amanda and Adam start playing monkey in the middle with his wallet cause they're bored

"John control your children for fuck's sake"

"Lawrence would you control your boy toy my GOD"

you, John, and Lawrence are just sitting, patiently waiting to board the plane and watching Mark die a little inside

definitely said he would "turn this car around" at least once when you were on your way to the airport

once you're on the plane (and you've made sure he's not sitting next to Amanda or Adam) he's back to normal

absolutely makes a joke about you two joining the mile high club

(and you probably do if we're being honest)

will not stop whispering things in your ear just to entertain himself

Adam makes fun of you later after he saw you both sneaking out of the bathroom

you try and convince him to sleep on the plane ride but he refuses

it starts all over again once the plane lands

"babe someone is not going to make it to the hotel why didn't we just come by ourselves"

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

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if Hoffman called me babydoll all my problems would actually be solved

GODDD me too i need to hear that man call me pretty names

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Professor Hoffman Pt. 2

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: 18+!! Smut! Dirty talk, cockwarming, p in v penetration, age gap (everyone is over 18!), mentions of spanking and oral (f! receiving)

Summary: You’ve grown accustomed to your weekly tutoring sessions with your favorite professor, but even if you are doing better in the class, Professor Hoffman believes you need a lesson in focusing.

read part 1 here!

here is the highly requested part 2 to my professor hoffman au! hope you guys like this one, i included a cockwarming kink since i wasn't super happy with how the last fic with that kink turned out. let me know what you guys think <3

“Now, someone tell me what you thought of the interrogation I just showed you.”

The deep voice of your professor drug you out of your daydreams. Your gaze fell onto the man at the front of the room, his hands pushed deep in his pockets as he waited for an answer. It was an understatement to say you had been distracted in that course, even more than you had been before your “meeting.” Your mind wandered even more than it did before, except now it wandered to memories of your so-called tutoring sessions.

He did help you with course work during your session, but not in a conventional way. He would reward you for completed assignments and an understanding of the concepts, typically involving his head buried between your thighs. And for any wrong answers you gave, you received punishments, walking out after your session with handprints on your ass.

“How about you, Miss,” he said, staring straight at you. “What did you think of the interrogation?”

He smirked. He knew where your mind had been, he knew what you thought about during his class and it sure as hell wasn’t the video you were supposed to be watching. He watched you intently, tilting his head slightly, waiting to hear your response.

“Well, the suspect’s body language was very interesting. He was closed off and held his arms around himself for comfort, hinting that he may be guilty, or at least very uncomfortable with the subject.”

He nodded. “Very good observation.”

You decided to press your luck, wanting to get back at him for picking on you. “I have another observation too, if you’d like to hear it, Professor.”

He furrowed his brows slightly. “Go on.”

“Well, in the interrogation, you didn’t exactly try and build rapport with the suspect, which probably would have been ideal in this case. You were quite aggressive, Professor.”

You hardly registered the turning heads, other students’ eyes widening as they listened. Professor Hoffman was known in the criminal justice department as a hardass, not taking any disrespect from faculty and students alike. You knew your classmates were shocked; no one else would dare talk to him that way.

You watched his jaw clench slightly, looking down as he tried to compose himself. Trying to stop himself from dragging you back to his office right then.

He looked back up at you. “I don’t believe I asked for your thoughts on my behavior in the interrogation.”

“No, but you did ask what I thought of the interrogation. And I thought you were a little too aggressive.”

He sucked in a breath. “I suppose I did. How about you see me after class and we can talk a little more in depth about your thoughts, hm?”

You tried to keep the smile off of your face. “Yes, Professor.”

You heard whispers around the lecture hall, heard the disbelief that someone had spoken to Professor Hardass that way.

Your friend turned to you, a look of shock glued to their face. “What the fuck was that?”

You shrugged. “What? I was simply sharing what I thought.”

They let out a small laugh. “You’re fuckin’ crazy. You must have a death wish.”

“Something like that.”

--

Later that day, you made your way through the now familiar hallways leading to Hoffman’s office. You tried to keep your pace steady, trying not to appear too excited in case anyone saw you. You knew what you were in for, you couldn’t get the look on his face when you had talked back to him out of your head.

You knocked softly as you stood in the open doorway, attempting to look as innocent as possible. “Hi, Professor. You wanted to see me?”

He set down his pen, leaning back in his chair as his eyes took you in. “Sit.”

You closed the door behind you, setting yourself down in the chair facing him. You took him in: the neat hair that was slightly tousled after a long day, his shirt sleeves rolled up above his elbows, his tie loosened around his neck.

“Do you think you’re clever, sweetheart?” he asked in a low voice.

“I do, actually.”

He chuckled. “Of course you do. How clever do you think you’ll feel when you can’t walk out of this office, hmm?”

You squeezed your legs together, trying to stop the blush from rising in your cheeks.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked mockingly. “Not so clever now?”

You tried to think of something to say, some sarcastic remark to wipe that look off of his face.

“Did you bring your book with you like I told you to?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Good girl. Get it out and get over here.”

You pulled the criminology textbook out of your bag before making your way around his desk. You set yourself down on his lap, laying the book out on his desk. His hand snaked around your waist, fingers drawing small circles around your hipbone.

“I think we should try something different today, what do you think sweetheart?”

You looked at him. “Something different?”

“Well, it’s obvious what we’ve been doing hasn’t been working. You’re still not paying attention in my class. And now you’re talking back to me. It’s time we try something different to teach you.”

You shifted slightly on his lap. “What are you thinking?”

He smirked, gently grabbing your hand and moving it to palm him through his dress pants. “I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do baby,” he started as you felt him harden against your hand. “You need more focus, don’t you? So, you’re gonna open that book and explain to me every concept in the reading for tomorrow. And you’re gonna keep my cock warm while you do it. We’ll see how well you focus then.”

Your eyes widened at his words, feeling a spark between your legs.

“How does that sound, sweetheart? You gonna strip for me, or you just gonna sit there and stare at me all day?”

You quickly stood, discarding your clothing as he undid his belt. You made your way back over to him, facing his desk as he guided your hips. Your mouth fell open as you sunk down onto his cock, not stopping until you were fully sitting on his lap. He wrapped an arm around your waist, placing teasing kisses along the back of your neck.

“Go on, baby. You better get started.”

You opened the textbook, staring blankly at the words on the page. You tried to focus on the words, tried to take in any information you could as your eyes scanned the page. You gripped the arm of the chair, forcing yourself to focus on anything other than the feeling of him inside you. He held you still, not allowing you to move.

“You gonna tell me about what you’re reading, or are we going to have to stay like this all day?”

You tried to clear your head, tried to focus on the words in front of you instead of the ache between your legs.

“The strain theory,” you began, before he shifted underneath you. You froze, letting out a small sound at the movement. “That’s not fair,” you cried.

“What’s not fair, baby doll?” he asked, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “Go on.”

“The strain theory says that…” you sucked in a breath as he ran a hand over your thigh. “That people turn to a life of crime if they can’t reach their goals.”

He thrusted up into you slightly. “Good girl. That’s right. Keep going, baby.”

Your nails dug into the soft leather of the chair, trying to keep the little bit of composure you had left. You tried to roll your hips slightly, to get some sort of relief, before a hand wrapped around your throat.

“I wouldn’t do that, sweetheart. Do what you’re told, or I won’t let you cum.”

You let out a small whine, eyes fixing back on the book in front of you, quickly trying to absorb enough information to please him.

He ran a hand over your stomach, pressing gently just below your belly button.

You let out a soft gasp, even more aware of the feeling of him inside you. “You’re such a bastard,” you breathed.

He chuckled. “You still think you’re clever, baby?”

You tried to ignore him, quickly reading the next page. “Self-control theory says that crime is caused by…” you let out a breath as he ran his lips down your neck. “By people looking for instant gratification.”

“Good girl,” he praised. “Do you think you’ve learned how to focus?”

You could tell his restraint was failing: his breath was growing shallower, his hips shifting in his seat. You decided to test your luck once again, rolling your hips against his. You felt his forehead press against your back, a small groan leaving his lips, and this time he didn’t stop you.

“Yes, sir,” you moaned, and he let himself go. He quickly stood, pressing your front down onto his desk, hand wrapping in your hair.

“So good for me, aren’t you sweetheart?” he said, beginning to thrust into you. You could’ve sobbed from the feeling, the feeling you had been yearning for. You wrapped your fingers around the edge of his desk, trying to keep yourself steady. You let out a loud moan as he set a quick pace, your punishment tormenting him as much as it did you.

His hands roamed down your back, settling on your hips. He gripped them tightly, pulling you back to meet each of his thrusts. The sound of your whimpers filled the room, legs beginning to shake. You were so sensitive from your punishment you could already feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

He grabbed your leg, hooking a hand under your thigh, and lifting it onto the desk. You cried out as he pressed deeper into you, filling you to the brim.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, baby?” he groaned.

You nodded frantically against the wood, a chorus of “yes’s” falling from your lips. He speed up his pace, hands gripping you so hard you knew you’d have bruises. You felt you body shake as you reached your high, holding the edge of the desk tightly to keep yourself grounded.

You felt his forehead press against your back as his pace faltered, one hand coming to rest next to your head as he reached his own climax, spilling inside of you.

He slowly pulled away, helping you up off of the desk and setting you on the edge. He grabbed your clothes off of the floor, handing them to you before zipping his pants back up.

You noticed the textbook on his desk as you began to dress. You had hardly even registered it underneath you, but some of the pages were torn, the paper covered in sweat.

You gave your professor a look, gesturing to your ruined textbook. “You better buy me a new one of those, that shit is expensive.”

He chuckled, fixing his shirt. “Yes, yes, I’ll buy you a new one. I see where your priorities are.”

You smiled at him. “Listen, that’s a lot of money you just ruined right there. And if you want me to be able to focus in your class, I’m gonna need a new one of those.”

He shook his head, smiling. He grabbed your chin, pulling you closer as his lips met yours. The kiss was surprisingly soft, his hand moving to rest on your cheek.

“Have I told you lately that you’re my favorite student?” he asked, pulling away just enough to rest his forehead on yours.

You laughed. “You’re my favorite professor.”

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

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I saw a guy at the grocery store that looked like Costas Mandylor! 👀✨

for research purposes i need to know exactly which grocery store you go to so i can start shopping there

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going insane rn imagine jokingly calling Hoffman old man because of an age difference… LORD HAVE MERCYYYY

OMG i love it!! take some headcanons because this is living rent free in my head!

every time you called him old man, he would do something to try and prove to you that he's not an old man

lifting you over his shoulder, fixing something around the house (you've started using this technique to get him to fix the things you've asked him to for weeks)

sometimes something more spicy to prove to you that he's not old👀

sometimes you use it as a term of endearment, but other times you're genuinely calling him old

he doesn't recognize a song you put on in the car? boom old man

he doesn't know what a slang term you use means? boom old man

he uses outdated slang terms? (i'm looking at you "epic bad luck") boom old man

in retaliation he calls you Gerber's (he started with baby doll but thought that was too sweet after you starting making fun of him)

if you're also an apprentice, he asks you why you call him old but not John

"peepaw isn't old he's just vintage."

"what the FUCK are you talking about"