#jigsaw x reader

[tuiccim]

Wrecked (Part 2)

Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, smut

Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader and hype princess, @whisperlullaby

Wrecked Masterlist

Thursday night ended up being busier than usual with a large group coming in to celebrate… something. You never quite caught the reason. You were so busy tending the bar that you rarely looked up to see faces. It was nice to see the tip jar nearly overflowing towards the end of the night. 

You were pulling drafts for a couple of regulars when the door flew open and a grinning Cecily walked in as if she was a triumphant warrior returning from battle. You laugh and announce loudly, “Batten down the hatches! Hurricane Cecily is blowing through town!”

“Hey!” Cecily laughs as she hugs you, “The place looks great! How are you?”

“I’m great. I’m really good. Looking forward to hearing more about your adventures.”

“Yes, but for now, I need a drink!” Cecily drags you to the bar. 

“Let me guess… a blue motorcycle?” You smirk. 

“You know me so well,” Cecily grins.

“How was your trip?” You smile as you make her drink.

“Fabulous! Saw the sights, made some friends, and had some good times. Pissed my dad off to all hell and back because I refused the match he arranged,” she giggles.

“He should know better by now,” you laugh. Cecily’s father had won the genetic lottery when he, a beta, and her mother, also a beta, produced an Omega offspring. He had hopes of marrying her off to make connections and strengthen the family standing. What he hadn't planned on was her strong will and refusal to marry until she fell in love. It was something you envied about her and probably one of the things that had drawn the two of you together. She was an Omega that a family centered their hopes on which she refused to comply with and you were the broken Omega who had disappointed your family with your inability to comply. 

“No matter their designation, men are all the same. Hard headed and yet oblivious,” Cecily rolls her eyes.

“Can't argue with that. I-”

"Oh, Jesus. Here we go," Frank's raspy voice interrupts. 

"Hey Frankie," Cecily teases. 

“Welcome back. What trouble are you planning to get into?” Frank asks as he takes the stool next to her.

“All the fun kind,” she grins. 

“Oh, Cec, Frank's best friend is coming to town soon. You'll have to meet him. I have a hunch you two will be hilarious together,” you giggle as Frank narrows his eyes at you. 

“Don't give her any ideas. Those two would tear apart the town together,” Frank turns to Cecily, “And if you let him, your bed, too.”

“Well, I'm certain I can show him a good time while he's here," Cecily says slyly. 

"Heard from him yet?" You ask.

"Yep," Frank says with a withering glance at Cecily. "He'll be here tomorrow. Leaving Sunday night or Monday."

"I can't wait to meet him," you wink at Frank. 

Cecily gives him a wicked smile, "Your best friend must be so interesting. Tell me about him."

Frank looks up at the ceiling as if praying for help but, knowing Cecily won't give up easily, he gives a few details, "He's an Alpha. Owns a security company. Real smooth with the 'megas and isn't the kind anyone can pin down. Just your type."

"What are you trying to say, Frank?" Cecily narrows her eyes. 

"Nothin'," Frank gives a shit eating grin. 

"Mm-hm," Cecily sips her drink. 

"Okay, you two, enough. I've got the room ready for him and a bottle of booze waiting," you say as a fresh group comes through the front door, "Play nice while I deal with the newcomers."

You walked away unworried about the two. Despite the way they ribbed each other, they actually liked one another. Cecily held respect for the man who had seen the gem that is her best friend and Frank was grateful for the unwavering support she showed you. So, while they always had harmless barbs to lob at each other, there was a mutual respect shared. 

Occasionally as you poured drinks and served, you would glance over to see them conversing companionably. In one such moment though, your stomach dropped a bit seeing Cecily's hand on his knee as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. You shook the feeling away, knowing she would never do anything untoward, and relaxed even more when Frank laughed while shaking his head. She was probably making a comment she didn't want overheard. You berated yourself for being so insecure. Frank was a good man and, even if he did choose to leave you for an Omega without your hindrances, he would never hurt you in that way. He would tell you... or he would just disappear, which was one of your biggest fears. One day, you would wake up alone and every trace of your life together would be gone. 

Just the thought was devastating. You had never expected him to stay this long and now you were spoiled by the presence of an Alpha in your life. You shake the negative thoughts away. Frank is your Alpha and he is going to mate you. But even that thought came with doubts. Your mind wouldn't let you believe that he would really mate you. He had said it to comfort you. He hadn't really meant it. He wouldn't tie himself to a wrecked Omega for life. No Alpha would. 

"Hey! Can I get another one?" A voice pulls you out of your melancholy thoughts. 

"You got it," you smile at the man and pour. The night is busy for a Thursday but you manage to make it back over to Frank and Cecily after a while. 

"Frank has been filling me in on his friend. I can't wait to meet him," Cecily smiles. 

"Well then, he's given you more information than he's given me," you laugh with a wink at Frank. 

"That's not true. I've told you stories about Bill," Frank laughs. 

"I had pull teeth just for you to tell me his last name!" You assert. 

"That's highly personal information," Frank smirks. 

"What is his last name?" Cecily asks. 

"Now see what you've started!" Frank exclaims. You stick your tongue out at him and laugh as his face drops. "Oh, very mature," Frank grouses.

"I'm sure your thoughts were when I did it," you tease him, leaning over the bar to whisper the words. 

"You're gonna be using it tonight," Frank groans out and then grabs you by the back of the neck to lay a kiss on you. His tongue plunders your mouth before he releases you with a smirk. You knew you were in for it when you got home and you couldn’t wait. 

“Ugh, now I’m looking even more forward to this friend of yours coming. Maybe I can interest him in a little PDA,” Cecily pouts. “I’m heading out. See ya tomorrow.”

“Night,” you and Frank say in unison. 

“Do you want me to stay?” Frank asks. 

“No, it’s okay. Head to the cabin and rest. I’ll see you in a bit,” you reassure him. 

“Alright. Be careful,” Frank gives a backwards wave as he heads for the door. 

The cabin. You always called it that or the house, never home. Part of you was scared he would correct you if you did; the other part worried it would scare him away. It was a precarious place that you stayed mentally with Frank. A fine line you balanced between loving his presence and fearing his absence. Would you ever feel confident in his commitment?

Billy coming had to mean something. Frank wouldn’t introduce you to his best friend, the closest thing he had to family, if he didn’t have intentions of staying. Maybe it was because you felt like Frank always had his eye on the door, waiting for the moment he would have to leave or for his past to catch up to him. How much did you even really know about his past? Maybe meeting Billy would give you more insight into him. 

When the bar closed a couple of hours later, your bouncer, Jordan, walked you to your car. A precaution he insisted on since the incident with the drunken Alpha. You wondered at times if Frank had asked him (or threatened his life) to ensure you got to your car safely. He really was sweet in his gruff way. 

By the time you made it to the cabin, the windows were dark. The porchlight and a small lamp just inside the front door were on but the rest of the house was dark and quiet. You smile to yourself, remembering Frank offering to stay until closing. Obviously, you had made the right decision to send him home since he was already asleep. He worked hard and deserved the rest. 

You quietly make your way to the bathroom and quickly wash up. You peek out the door at him and a sliver of light falls over his body. His arms were curled behind his head, his bare chest rising and falling with slow breaths, and between his thick thighs his heavy cock laid. You lick your lips and feel a surge of disappointment that he’s not awake but then a wicked thought crosses your mind. He never shies from waking  you up by fucking you… maybe he wouldn’t mind the same treatment. After all, he had said you'd be putting your tongue to work when you got home and you didn't want to make a liar out of him.

Shedding your clothing, you make your way to the bed. The sliver of light from the bathroom still lays over him. When he first came to your house, he would wake at every noise or touch but over the months, he had relaxed and was actually a fairly deep sleeper. Leaning over him, you lick a stripe from tip to base. His cock jumps and he stirs but his eyes don’t open. You repeat the action bringing another small response from him. Taking him into your mouth, you work your way down his thick cock inch by inch, your hand wrapping around what you can’t fit. Frank makes a sexy groan as he flexes towards you, his eyes slowly open as you watch. He grabs your head and moves you slowly up and down. 

“Fuck, this’s the hottest way to be woken up,” he growls. “Couldn’t wait until the morning for this cock, huh, babe? Had to have it in you one way or the other?” 

You moan your agreement while hollowing your cheeks. Frank’s deep growling moans are making you wet and you squeeze your thighs together to relieve the pressure. 

“Goddamn, I can smell you. Getting wet from sucking this cock. Get up here. C’mon,” Frank uses his grip to pull you away from his cock and then up to straddle him. You immediately position him at your entrance and sink down, biting your lip to hold in your moan. “What’d I tell you about that?” Frank pulls your lip from your teeth. 

“Don’t,” you whisper. 

“I wanna hear every sound,” he insists. “Now, you wanted this cock so bad, let’s see what you do with it.” His smirk relays the challenge as he lays back, folding his hands behind his head. 

Never one to back down from such a challenge, you knew you had to make this good. You worked your hips to get every last inch of his thick cock inside of you. He was so thick that each drag of his cock was a direct hit to your g spot but he was in so deep there was a bite of pain when he hit your cervix. You ignored it as you rode him and eventually it lessened to a mere whisper of discomfort. Putting your hands on his chest, you leaned a little more forward to grind your clit against him and let out a long moan as the new angle hit even more pleasurably. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Frank groans and then flexes up into you. 

“Oh! Fuck,” you whimper. You move more quickly, squeezing him as you barrel yourself towards orgasm. Not worried anymore about living up to his challenge, that first spark had alighted in your belly and you chased it. 

Frank ran his calloused fingertips over your nipples, no longer content to be a mere observer. He squeezed and feathered over them while watching your face. His hips came up to meet yours and your mouth dropped open to let out a small cry. He repeated the motion until he saw that sweet look pass over your face. The one that told him you were too far gone to turn back and he held himself back from coming with you. He wasn’t ready to be done yet. 

“I’m coming,” you cried as the waves of pleasure took over. Your body spasms around him as you ride out the orgasm. 

“Atta, girl. Squeezing my cock so tight. Fuck,” Frank watches as you fall apart on top of him. When your orgasm had run its course, you stopped for a moment to catch your breath but it didn’t last more than a few seconds when a smack landed on your ass and Frank’s gruff voice said, “We ain’t done yet, ‘mega. You wanted this cock so bad, you woke me from a dead sleep. Now you gotta finish what you started. Move that ass.” 

The shit-eating grin on his face made you want to be just a little defiant. You pull off of him and he immediately protests, “Where do you think you're going, ‘mega?” 

Pushing him back down on the bed, you lean in to give him a small but potent kiss. “Trust me, Alpha,” you give him a seductive look before turning around and straddling him again in reverse. You work his cock inside of you again and then look over your shoulder, “You wanted to see me move that ass…”

You bounce on top of him, being sure to give him a full view of your ass cheeks as you fuck him. Frank loved your ass and was always grabbing, slapping, or finding some other way to get his hands on it. Somehow, you had never gotten around to this particular position with him and you could tell right away it wouldn’t be the last time. His hands shot out immediately to grope you, a smack landing only a few seconds later. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Frank growled, his hands never stilling as he watched you fuck him. He was mesmerized by the jiggle of your cheeks with each motion you made while seeing his cock splitting you open. He sucked his thumb into his mouth, wetting it before pressing it to your tight little hole. He rubbed back and forth, teasing just the tip against your ring of muscle, as you rode him harder and harder. 

“Oh, fuck, Alpha. It’s so good,” you whined. The angle was hitting your g spot and you could feel yourself building again. 

“That’s right,” Frank growls, landing another smack to your ass, “Good, little ‘mega. Just need this Alpha’s fat cock splitting you open, huh?”

“Yes!” Is the only word you can manage at this point. You were tiring but the pull of another orgasm and Frank’s words were enough to keep you going. You were dripping from his praise.

“Fuck!” Frank cries out before grabbing your hips and slamming up into you forcefully. He repeats the motion over and over again and you can’t hold in your scream when you come. Frank’s loud grunts as he releases inside makes you clench around him. He flexes a few more times while holding you in place against him. When he had calmed, he pulled out and then positioned you to lay next to him. “Thanks for the wake up call,” he chuckles in your ear. 

“My pleasure,” you laugh. “I think I’ve always known the answer to the question of whether you’re a boobs or butt man but I think tonight solidified it.”

“Ass man, all the way,” Frank’s laugh rumbles through his chest. 

“Shocking,” you tease.

“Mm-hm,” comes out quietly. 

You glance over your shoulder at him and see he’s already drifting back to sleep. You smile to yourself and listen for his breathing to even out before slipping out of the bed to clean up. Glancing back at Frank from the door, you shake your head at his ability to be fucking the life out of you one minute and then practically asleep the next. “I love you,” you whisper to his sleeping form, knowing you’d probably never hear those words from him. 

–

The next night, Friday, was busy as usual. Frank had sent a text that a water main break had delayed him and he’d be late making it to the bar. It made you a little nervous that you might meet Billy without him here but you try to brush it off and keep up with the crowd. Especially since your other bartender called out. You were glad Cecily had made an early appearance and you set her to work behind the bar with you. She was great at helping out in a pinch and genuinely enjoyed working the bar, as the tip jar showed. Her flirtation skills were on point as you watched her flip her hair and wink at a patron. She knew how to play them like a fiddle. 

She looked gorgeous. Her short, wavy hair fell over her forehead attractively, giving a peekaboo effect that was coquettish. Tight black jeans, boots, and a one shoulder green tank hugged her curves as she twirled a glass in her hand before pulling the tap. You smiled as your eyes followed her for a few moments and she sent you a wink when she caught your stare. 

You were in a lull when the smell hit you, something dark and woodsy and undeniably Alpha. You turned to find a stranger sitting at the end of your bar with his eye on you. His incredibly dark eyes seemed to bore holes right through you. He was handsome, lean but muscular, dark hair brushed back from his forehead in an undercut, and casual clothes that seemed tailor fit. He was dreamy for lack of a better word. Making your way over, you smile at the newcomer, “Well, hello there, stranger. What can I get for you?”

“Whiskey, neat,” the man says as he eyes you. 

“Any-”

“Top shelf,” he interrupts your question. 

Raising an eyebrow at him, you smirk, “I’m afraid this bar’s version of top shelf is Johnny Walker. You strike me as more of a Lagavulin man.”

His face cracks a smile that had probably dropped more than a few pairs of panties, “You’re good, but don’t worry, I’ll stomach the Johnny Walker just fine.”

“You got it, chief,” you turn to pour the drink. Setting it in front of him, you lean on the bar, “What brings you to town?”

“Visiting a friend,” he says as he glances over at Cecily as she puts on a show while making drinks. 

Following his line of vision, you grin, “She’s something, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. Is she the owner?” 

“Mmm, excuse me,” you are distracted by another patron motioning for a refill. You quickly pour the drink and a few others before making it back to him. Pouring him a second drink, you breath in his scent covertly, “Ac-”

“So, do you ever take a customer home?” He gives you a smoldering look.

“Do you always interrupt people?” You counter. 

“Only when going after something I want,” his eyes take a lazy path down to your cleavage before flicking back up to your eyes. You lean in closer to him, lowering your voice conspiratorially you say, “Not really but just occasionally someone tall, dark, and handsome blows through and I find I just can’t resist.” His eyes darken as he studies you and you could read his thoughts as clearly as if he had spoken them aloud. “Oh, and to answer your earlier question, no, I’m the owner… Billy. Welcome to town.”

Part 3

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Hiya it’s fine if you don’t but I really liked your Peter strahm valentines headcanone any chance you could do more just general being in a relationship with him? <3

What would being in a relationship with PETER STRAHM be like?

WARNINGS: both fluff and smut! p in v, oral, sub/dom dynamics, degradation, choking, and a healthy amount of profanity.

CHARACTER: [Special Agent] PETER STRAHM — (‘Saw/Jigsaw’)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hey Anon! tysm for submitting this — (considering i’m going through a severe Strahm phase and haven’t had any recent ideas for him.) — I hope this is what you were looking for!

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• Peter isn’t bad at relationships; he just…doesn’t think they’re ‘for him’. He’s too involved in his work, too hardened, too used to the chase. But then you happened….And just like that, his phone has texts that aren’t work-related, and there’s a coffee on his desk that he didn’t order.

“I’m not… good at this. But I’m trying.”

• He doesn’t say “I love you” often, but when he does, it’s heavy. It’s raw. It means something. Usually, it slips out in quiet moments—when you’re half-asleep against him, when you pull him in by his tie after a rough case, or when he’s gripping the back of your neck after a fight.

“You piss me off more than anyone. That’s gotta count for something.”

• He’s not touchy in public, but behind closed doors? The man can’t get enough of you.

-> Sitting next to him? His hand is on your thigh.

-> Walking past him? He hooks a finger into your belt loop to pull you close.

-> Standing in the kitchen? He slides up behind you, pressing his chest to your back.

• But he has an unbelievable weak spot for when you initiate. Running your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails down his back when he’s tense—that’s how you break him down.

“Fuck—do that again. Feels good.”

• He doesn’t do ‘passive-aggressive’. If someone so much as looks at you wrong, he’s making it known that you’re his.

-> His arm around your waist tightens.

-> His jaw clenches.

-> His hand finds the back of your neck, a silent warning.

• But if you really want to push his buttons? Flirt with someone in front of him. He won’t start shit in public, but the moment you’re alone, it’s game over.

“You think that was funny? Go ahead—test me again. See what fucking happens.”

• He’s not interested in power games—he just is dominant. He doesn’t ask for control; he takes it. The moment you’re in his bed, he decides how things go.

“Hands behind your back—yeah, just like that.”

“If you wanna act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one.”

“You don’t come until I fucking say.”

• He doesn’t just dominate physically—he gets in your head. The teasing, the pauses, the deliberate way he makes you beg—he’s got it all down to a science.

• He talks so much shit in bed, but he makes every word hit.

“You’re so fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?”

“Look at you, whining like a needy little thing. You embarrassed yet?”

“Open your mouth—there you go. Knew you’d take it like a good slut.”

• But here’s the kicker: aftercare is non-negotiable. He talks a lot of filth, but he knows how to reel you back in. The moment it’s over, he’s running a hand through your hair, pressing a rare, lazy kiss to your temple.

“You good? Need anything?”

• He loves having his hand around your throat. It’s about control, about feeling your pulse beneath his palm.

-> One hand pinning you down, the other wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressing just enough to make your breath hitch.

-> Whispering filth in your ear as his grip tightens—

“That’s it, sweetheart. God you’re so pretty.”

-> Watching your eyes go hazy when he finally lets you breathe again.

• If he’s going down on you? He’s not stopping until you can’t form words.

-> He drags it out, keeping you on edge until you’re practically sobbing.

-> Constant eye contact— watching every little reaction.

-> He pins your hips down when you get too squirmy.

“You can take one more. I know you can.”

• But when you go down on him? Jesus fucking Christ.

-> He grips the back of your head, guiding you at his pace.

-> Low, gravelly moans when you do exactly what he likes.

“God—look at you. So fucking pretty with your mouth full.”

• He doesn’t do ‘slow’ unless he’s feeling particularly cruel.

-> Slamming you against the wall, dragging your clothes off like he’s been starving for you.

-> Biting down on your shoulder to muffle his groans.

-> Hand in your hair, the other gripping your hip like he owns you.

• And if you really want to make him lose it? Drag your nails down his back, moan his name like it’s the only thing you know—he loves that.

“Say it again. Louder.”

• He might be rough in bed, but he’s not careless. After? He’s running his hands over you, checking for bruises, rubbing circles into your skin.

“Too much?” … “Yeah, didn’t think so.”

• And if you’re completely wrecked? He’s smirking, wiping sweat from your forehead like an asshole.

“Fuck, I did a number on you, huh?”

• This man is a walking contradiction—a hard-ass, overprotective agent with a filthy mouth and a surprising amount of care hidden underneath. You will test his patience, he will make you pay for it in bed, and afterwards? He’ll run his fingers through your hair and press a rare, lazy kiss to your forehead like you didn’t just have the filthiest sex of your life.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Jigsaw/John Kramer Headcanons (Saw) (For Those Who Did Not Watch the Video and Do Not Want To Watch the Video)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter. This one is John Kramer aka Jigsaw base headcanons and traits as a yandere from Saw. I hope that you all enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer: John Kramer Aka Jigsaw is not yandere in canon. He is also not a good person in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Once again slasher characters are NOT good partners to have in any regard. Thank you!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With John Kramer aka Jigsaw From Saw-

.John Kramer is a man who once was in the worst place of his life.

.He lost a child and was diagnosed with cancer.

.So he tried to take his life, but he failed and this made him rethink life.

.He saw that humans had grown weak and that we lost the edge to survive.

.So he would test how far humans would go to survive. Putting them through gruesome tests to make them see life is worth living.

.What would they do to survive?

.He did not take pleasure in them at all, he came across you and ran these tests.

.For whatever reason you had given up on life.

.He had a different test for you as he could not bring himself to kill you or cause you pain.

.This test was to choose yourself over the people holding you back.

.Each room had someone in your life who was hurting you or in Jigsaw's eyes was holding you back.

.He made you choose between yourself and them.

.But he rigged it, placing fake evidence. Making you think this person was the worst.

.He put this plan into work years ago.

.He also would have wormed his way into your life.

.To show you that he was the only choice for you.

.He is a HUGE manipulative yandere that is for certain.

.He would end up manipulating you enough that you could only trust him, that you would only love him and want him in your life.

.Once that is done he would confess to you and make you his.

.He does break his own rules, by dealing with your rivals.

.He makes it almost impossible for them to win if they do somehow win.

.He gives a threat to them, that if they ever come near you again he will end their life.

.That is there one and only warning to stay away from you.

.They better stay away from you or they will pay.

.He is an old man and just wants to live with the rest of his days, also have you carry on his legacy and make sure that you both live on forever.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

[tunaslayer696969]

Amanda young x reader

tw: blood , guns , heavy make out?, mentions of death. You have nightmares of Amanda getting shot in the neck and dying basically saw 3 :)

You turn the burner off taking the pasta off the stove pouring it in to a strainer then grabbing the pasta sauce and hamburger meat pouring it in to a bowl you then mix it up when you set the fork down the oven dings you turn around and grab a oven mitten and pull the garlic bread out then set it down on the container top and turn the oven off then grab a knife and cut the bread in to even pieces then grabbing a plate and putting some pasta and garlic bread on the plate then grab a monster drink from the fridge and you put a fork on the plate and grab the Plate and monster walking out the kitchen then down a hall the to the left walking up stairs to a room where you see Amanda working on a trap on the desk before you walk in you gently knock on the doorway when you do Amanda raises her head from what’s she’s doing and turning to you a gently smile shows on Amanda’s face and you return the smile with another smile “I made you some food seeing as you been here all day I thought you would like pasta and a drink to help you through your work” Amanda makes room on her desk for the plate and monster you walk over and set the plate and the monster on her desk “don’t stay up to late Amanda..please” you gently lay a hand on Amanda’s shoulder with a small smile “I’ll try and thank you for the food and drink I needed it” Amanda puts her hand on top of the one on her shoulder “if you want more just call me and I can make you another plate” you move some stuff over on her desk then turn around and put you butt to the desk then lift yourself sliding on to the desk sitting there “so what are you working on now” “I’m fixing a reverse bear trap right now” Amanda says as she stuffs her face full of food you smile and giggle at the mess she’s made on her face you reach over to the left and grab a rag then gently grab Amanda’s chin and pull her face closer to you then you wipe the food of her face and once your done you set the rag down but you don’t let go of her face instead you lean closer and kiss her on her big red lips you close your eyes and lean more in to the kiss tasting the food you made for her as Amanda puts her hands around your waist pulling you to her lap you fall in to her lap reaching your arms around her neck as the kiss gets heated more wet more noises coming from where you and Amanda are before you can go any further a cough comes from the doorway shocked you and Amanda pull back and both wipe your mouths you stand up pull your shirt down fixing it “so I see your busy” you’ve come to recognize the man as mark mark Hoffman “I was just about to leave” you speak up going to walk out the room but Amanda grabs your arm “no stay he won’t be long right?” She tilts her head with a smirk looking at mark “right I won’t be long Amanda John wants your help with the new trap but seeing as your…” mark looks at you again trailing your body “busy…I’ll help him then” Amanda let’s go of your arm and grabs mark by the shirt “back off I’ll Help John and don’t look at y/n like that okay?” Amanda leans closer to mark looking like she’s about to rip his head off for looking to you like that you gently walk up and pull Amanda off mark “help John I’ll fix the trap you were working on” as soon as Amanda hears your voice she’s calms down and let’s go of mark with a scoff and walk away “is that all you needed mark?” You say as you gently fix his shirt and step backing with a soft smile “for now” he says with a smirk then walks off to once mark is gone you let a sigh out turning back to the desk moving the half eaten food off the desk then sit down where Amanda just was sitting then working on the trap…….

A hand on your shoulder shocks you awake you pull back in fright looking up to see mark with his hand on your shoulder “mark?” You look around “where’s Amanda?” You ask mark as he takes her hand off your shoulder “she’s getting back from helping John she should be her soon” you nod your head standing up stretching when you put your arms above your head and stretch your shirt rises and marks eyes shot down to where your shirt no longer covers starting long and hard you feel eyes on you and you put your arms down fast and fix your shirt “shame Amanda is the one who got you” mark says not so quietly to himself “excuse me?” Mark realized he said that out loud and shook his head “nothing” just on beat Amanda walks back looking a little beat and sweaty you smile and go to hug her but the smell that comes from Amanda stops you “ew you stink” Amanda rolls her eyes “well gee that’s one way to greet me” you smile and giggle “take a shower then I’ll give you that greeting you want” mark rolls his eyes and walk out and when he does Amanda smirks “I will after I get one kiss” you go to say no but when you make eye contact with her and then you see her smirk you break and fall in love all over again and smile and lean in for a small kiss but when you do Amanda wraps you in a hug and rubs herself all over you smiling and laughing you hug her back “now we both need to shower” Amanda says as she while  catching her breath letting you go from the death hug you smile and sniff your shirt and fake gag “ewww! Amanda!” You smack her arm “really!” You smile and giggle as Amanda sticks her tongue out at you the stop and take in the moment happy you got put in that trap knowing if you didn’t you would’ve never meet Amanda you gently walk up to her and pull her in to a soft kiss pouring all your love in to a kiss you pull back and really look at her she’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen and ever will “I love you Amanda I always will” you feel tears falling from your face dripping on to Amanda’s still face you realize it was memories going through your head you come to the moment seeing Amanda with blood all over her neck remembering the guy who shot her in the neck you shake Amanda “Amanda please..please don’t leave me…” you shake her again but she doesn’t move she doesn’t even blink you hear John grunt in pain in the bed “please your all I have..if I lose you then I’m truly Alone…PLEASE!….” You break tears went from slowly showing to now poring you lay your head on her chest trying to feel a heart beat but you feel nothing….you jump out of bed sweating “it’s a dream….” Panic you look and feel around for Amanda you get out of bed running door to door calling out Amanda each door you look through your hope dies more till you get to the last door you slam the door open waking Amanda up from her desk nap you start to cry and run to Amanda holding her as close as you can “w-why are you crying” you sniffle “your alive..your alive my Amanda your alive..” Amanda rubs her eyes “yea I’m alive what are you talking about” you shake your head not wanting to talk about it “I just want to hold you” you bring Amanda’s face closer to you then you move your head to her chest listening to her heartbeat…

[macabrebatz]

SAW MASTERLIST

Notes: A masterlist for all of my writings about Saw Characters (Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Adam Stanheight, Lawrence Gordon, and John Kramer)

MARK HOFFMAN

Clueless

PETER STRAHM

(No fanfics….yet)

ADAM STANHEIGHT

Nails

LAWRENCE GORDON

(No fanfics….yet)

JOHN KRAMER

(No fanfics….yet)

[celestialspecial]

Sharing an old favorite <3

These Beautiful Torments

Recovering from the fight that has left him badly wounded both physically and mentally Billy tries to piece together the parts of his past. To remember who he is, or was, but it’s never that easy is it?

Warnings: Trauma, Depression, Eventual Smut, Violence, Unplanned Pregnancy- Canon? We don’t know her. (If i missed any feel free to let me know)

Writers Notes: Ok this is my first chapter testing the waters of an idea that I’d thrown out there a little while ago. Let me know if you like/want more- I have a few chapters planned but will determine if I continue it or not :) Love you all bunches. *cover image to come soon!

It was always the lights. Flashing. Blindingly bright. Music lilting in the background. And the taste of blood. Filling his mouth and dripping out onto the ground below. Then he saw the haunting visage, a skull, burned into his retinas, emblazoned under his eyelids by those damned lights.

Then he’d wake. Sometimes slowly but more often than not, jolted. Attempting to rise himself upright only to find his body strapped down to the bed he lay in. He was still here, in the hospital. How long had he been here? A sharp shooting pain streaked across his forehead, eyes scrunched shut pleading for the pain to cease.

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[lucycore]

Idk I kinda got bored and did one of these again since the It one blew up so much and now that it's halloween time I made it with the slashers.

(I say it cuz idk what to call these posts)

[These contain your house, outfit, weapons and such]

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🎃 If you were in Halloween 🔪

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😱 If you were in Scream 👻

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🦷If you were in Saw 💣

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🎸 If you were in Child's play 🪡

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If these blow up I will do it again with more slashers.

[melissarz]

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😍😩😍😩😍😩😍😩😍😩😍

[tulipwrites-sorta]

SQUID GAME X SLASHERS:

WHAT GAMES THE SLASHERS WOULD WIN/LOSE HEADCANONS (SEASON 1)

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A/N: i've had this weird little thought ever since the announcement for season 2 let out; how would the slashers do in the games? i wanted to list which games they would theoretically win or lose.

i also want to set up a post of a fake game with the slashers as the players and predict who would lose and how they did so, how they would win, and how far they will go. maybe make a whole series!! is that a good idea?? please let me know!! <3

(i have not seen season 2 yet, so please no spoilers!! once i do, i may start a series with it as well.)

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

CONTESTANTS:

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Art the Clown, Patrick Bateman, Billy Lenz, John Kramer, Hannibal Lecter, Freddy Krueger, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

GAME #1: RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT (Stay Still or Die)

STATS NEEDED: Dexterity, Intelligence

WIN: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Art the Clown, Patrick Bateman, Billy Lenz, John Kramer, Hannibal Lecter, Freddy Krueger, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

LOSE: Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer

GAME #2: SUGAR HONEYCOMBS (Carve Shapes from Sugar Candy)

STATS NEEDED: Dexterity, Intelligence

WIN: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Art the Clown, Patrick Bateman, Billy Lenz, John Kramer, Hannibal Lecter, Freddy Krueger, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

LOSE: Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer

GAME #3: TUG OF WAR (Pull the Enemy Team to their Death)

STATS NEEDED: Strength, Dexterity, Charisma

WIN: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Art the Clown, Patrick Bateman, Billy Lenz, John Kramer, Hannibal Lecter, Freddy Krueger, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

LOSE: Weaker opponent team

GAME #3: MARBLES (Partnerships Tested by Marbles)

STATS NEEDED: Intelligence, Wisdom, Charisma

WIN: Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Art the Clown, Patrick Bateman, John Kramer, Hannibal Lecter, Freddy Krueger, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans, lucky opponent

LOSE: Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Billy Lenz, unlucky opponent

GAME #4: HOPSCOTCH (Step on the Correct Glass Square)

STATS NEEDED: Intelligence, Wisdom

WIN: Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Art the Clown, Patrick Bateman, John Kramer, Hannibal Lecter, Freddy Krueger, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans, last in line

LOSE: Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Billy Lenz, first in line

GAME #5: SQUID GAME (Beat the Other Person to Death)

STATS NEEDED: Strength, Dexterity, Constitution

WIN: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Art the Clown, Patrick Bateman, Freddy Krueger, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

LOSE: Billy Lenz, John Kramer, Hannibal Lecter

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[tuiccim]

Wrecked Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Features: A/B/O Dynamics, angst, smut, flirt, love triangle

Trigger Warnings: Darkish themes, manipulation, infertility, love triangle

Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?

Please follow my sideblog @tuiccimfanfiction​ for update notifications. All series and new stories will be reblogged to it. You will only receive notifications when a new part or story is out! Nothing else will be blogged to the page. I can’t thank you enough for your support!

Part 1 - 2/8/24

Part 2 - 3/7/24

Part 3 - 4/4/24

Part 4 - 4/18/24

Part 5 - 05/27/24

Part 6 - 06/20/24

Part 7 - 07/06/24

Epilogue: Six Months Later

[moonyflesh]

COSTAS MANDYLOR as (Lieutenant Detective) MARK HOFFMAN in ‘SAW V/SAW Vl’ (2008).

[tokoyamisstuff]

Y/N, about Hoffman: I could fix him.

Jigsaw: Please don't. It took a lot of work to fuck him up this bad.

[tunaslayer696969]

this is my master list

okay so I will write almost anything but you really just have to ask and I’ll let you know but I will write for any character just ask me and I won’t guarantee that I will do all the requests but I’ll try to get through most of them and I won’t post on a daily just ones I can write so feel free to request anything :)

what I’ve done so far

Amanda young x reader

https://www.tumblr.com/tunaslayer696969/732129134667513856/you-turn-the-burner-off-taking-the-pasta-off-the?source=share

and I’m to lazy to write for people I plan to write for :)

[lupinsversion]

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 - 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧

• summary: when billy finds himself getting a call about his drunk girlfriend on halloween night.

• contains: billy russo x fem reader, partying, drunken reader, halloween

• word count: 820

masterlist || requests

Billy received the call from his girlfriend’s friends late at night. They informed him that she was at a Halloween party at a club and was a bit too drunk to handle herself, and thus she needed a ride home. With concern and also a hint of amusement at the situation, he quickly got ready and made his way to the club. He found her friends outside, waiting for him.

He approached the group, his eyes scanning the area for a moment before catching sight of her. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her, dressed as a pirate, swaying slightly on her feet. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, amused by the sight of her, but also concerned for her well-being.

His lips curved into a small, fond smile as he noticed the details of the costume she was wearing. It suited her strangely well, the costume looking quite cute on her. He walked over to her friends, acknowledging them with a nod before addressing the situation at hand.

“Thanks for calling me.” He said, his voice a mix of gratitude and concern. “How drunk is she, exactly? Will she be able to walk or will I need to carry her?” He asked, his tone displaying his willingness to care for her despite her drunken state.

That’s when she noticed him and she stomped. “Aw, you guy’s called the fun police?” She whined.

His gaze immediately locked onto hers, his expression shifting from one of concern to slight annoyance mixed with amusement. He couldn't help but chuckle softly under his breath at her comment. Even in her drunken state, her words held a familiar tone, filled with a hint of attitude that he recognized all too well.

He walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. He felt her body sway against him as he tried to steady her and keep her upright. "Looks like I have my work cut out for me, huh?" He said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and resignation.

“I don’t wanna go home.” She whined some more, almost like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

He sighed playfully, rolling his eyes slightly. Her childlike behavior, a result of the alcohol, was actually quite entertaining. He couldn't help but find it adorable, but he knew he had to be the responsible one in this situation. "Well, maybe you should have stopped after drink number three, babe.” He teased gently, his voice carrying a mix of affection and slight annoyance.

“For your information I can hold my liquor quite well.” She protested as she placed her chin on his chest stubbornly.

He chuckled, shaking his head at her stubbornness. Her chin on his chest, her eyes looking up at him with that stubborn expression, it was almost too cute to ignore. "Is that so? Because it sure doesn't seem like it right now.” He countered playfully, his voice mingling with a hint of amusement.

She grumbled curses and protests stubbornly, incoherently in her slurs.

He couldn't help but shake his head with playful annoyance, as he listened to her drunken mumbles and protests. Her stubbornness, even in this state, was characteristic of her. He couldn't help but smile at how cute it was, even as she mumbled incoherent curses.

He tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her closer. Her unsteady balance and her stubbornness reminded him why he adored her. He rolled his eyes affectionately, looking down at her. "Come on, captain. You need to get home and sleep this off.” He spoke, his voice gentle but firm.

“I don’t wanna.” Her whining started back up again as she stomped. “M’ having too much fun.”

He sighed once again, but the amusement in his eyes remained. Her stubbornness, her stomps, her whining... it all made her seem so adorable, even though it was annoying. He couldn't help but find it cute, even in the midst of her drunken state.

He gently turned her around, facing towards the car. He put his hands on her shoulder, a little firmer than she would be used to, just to assert some authority. "Alright, babe. Time to go."

He guided her towards his car, his hand still firmly on her shoulder, ensuring she didn't have the chance to waver or bolt in the opposite direction. Her drunken stubbornness was almost endearing, but at the same time, rather frustrating.

He opened the car door and helped her into her seat, strapping her seatbelt into place before closing the door once she was secured inside. With a sigh, he walked to his side and got into his own seat. He turned the engine on, the car purring to life as he glanced at her, who was pouting like a small child in her seat.

She rolled down her window as he started to drive off, yelling to her friends. “Y’all suck. Suckkkk.”

© lupinsversion 2024

[l1ndseyper3z]

I really don't know wether I like him or hate him

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS ACTUALLY DISGUSTING THE FILTH IS FILTHING PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION I DONT KNOW WHY I DID THIS

DATING MARK HOFFMAN HEADCANNONS

[SFW & NSFW] [F!READER]

warnings: Mark being Mark, daddy kink, bondage, age gap (both over 18), praise, degrading, gunplay, public sex, thigh riding, cock-warming, cumming inside, p in v penetrator, eating pussy, sucking cock, petplay, bootlicking, boot grinding, thigh riding, choking, sir kink, master kink, spanking, strong language

you are responsible for your own media consumption. minors dni.

SFW

master of PDA and physical touch

he needs everyone to know that you are his and NOBODY is allowed to even glance at you the wrong way.

if anybody even looks at you for slightly too long he perfectly flexes to expose the gun on his hip

if you're younger than him (which chances are, you are cause idk he gives off younger gf vibes) he is so protective

it does get a bit much sometimes but with the knowledge of his sister you can't exactly blame him

he always plays with ur hair

it grounds both you and him

he has to be big spoon

he likes having control and being able to keep you safe

100% teaches you self-defense

with the shit he sees (and does) he wants you to be able to protect yourself when he's not around

worries that jigsaw will test you

even though you've done nothing to deserve that because you're an absolute angel in his eyes

defo that boyf that follows you around stores carrying all ur bags and clothes

always kissing ur neck and hugging ur waist

he took quite a while to get used to you and begin to trust you because of his sister

will watch all ur fav movies and shows with you but complain the whole time (even tho he's secretly enjoying it)

pet names for you 100% consist of baby doll, baby girl, my girl, my girl, darling and sweet girl

he's so sassy for no reason whatsoever (name a saw dude who isn't???)

can be a bit cruel sometimes

and his ego gets in the way of apologising

when he realises he's fucked up he'll buy you flowers or something

he isn't great with his words so prefers to let his actions speak louder

he tries to like the music you like

if you tell him you relate to a song he'll figure out what it means and read through the lyrics to try and understand you better

THIGH GRIPPER

he so caresses your thighs when he's driving

half the time he dosent even realise he's doing it, it just happens

cooks for you

he so puts his hands in your back pockets

he just does

NSFW

100% gets bricked when you wear his clothes

ROUGH DOM

makes you beg to cum

uses vibrators on you as punishment

call him daddy in bed

just do it

it awakens something in him

will tie you up and use handcuffs on you

edges you

overstimulates you

has made you suck on his gun

or fucked you with his gun

absolute master of sucking pussy

chokes you when you aren't behaving

icl he is quite selfish when it comes to sex

wants you to suck him off all the time

ESPECIALLY IN HIS OFFICE AT WORK

He just loves looking down at your little pathetic tear and spit coated face as you suck on his big fat cock

King of praise and degradation

"look at my pretty little whore, sucking daddys cock so well"

"spread your legs slut"

so forces you to warm his cock when you've been a bad girl

and makes you ride his thigh when you're being a desperate slut

always cums inside you

he's not very vocal but you can get the occasional groan or curse out of him

lasts scarily long

will have sex anywhere, anytime

he has such a high sex drive

why do I get the vibe he has made you grind on his boot before

gags.

collars.

he's a kinky bitch and is probs into petplay of some form

"pups don't talk. now, if you lick daddys shoes clean he might just fuck your desperate little pussy"

just wants to see you panting on your knees below him as you obey his every command

will fuck your little pussy like there's no tomorrow

"good puppy, taking it so well for daddy"

will bend you over his knee and spank you as a punishment

and make you count aloud

and thank him

"now, bratty girls have to be punished, count out loud and be sure to thank master for teaching you how to behave"

"pup, I can't quite hear you, should sir up it to 25 spanks?"

his aftercare is okay

cuddles, water and maybe a shower but thats pretty much it

I'm sorry this turned out to be utter filth 😭

[stray-cat-with-internet-access]