#mark hoffman x y/n smut

[angelicpoison12]

thirst ✮⋆˙

your partner on the case is a real bitch, especially when it comes to bathroom breaks...

CW: NONCON, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

tags: watersports, r!wetting pants, AFAB!reader, gn!reader, humiliation kink, forced wetting, begging, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nicknames used: dollface, doll, babydoll, puppy <3

wordcount: 1K

NSFW, 18+ ✮

"that’s not how i told you to do it.”  oh, if only your partner was more of a hands-on guy and not a verbal guy, am i right? 

“if you’re going to tell me that I’m doing something wrong, then why don’t you show me how to do it then?”  you snapped. you were agitated and tired.   Hoffman wasn’t a stranger to using every opportunity possible to make you look bad, especially when it came to simple tasks. sure, he could be nice and show you how to do it and save you the embarrassment of your boss seeing how ‘dumb’ you were. but then again... a sick side of Hoffman enjoyed seeing you like this; seen as a fool, someone who wasn’t worthy of being positioned beside him in a case like this.  all he did was shrug.  “c’mon, detective, i’ve shown you how to do it. don’t act dumb now.”  he said, an evident smirk full of cruelty on his face. you bared your teeth in pure anger.  

he hadn’t shown you shit about the computer system. he was supposed to; but instead, he showed you how to use the checking laptops. which while they were still helpful, yes, the computer database was used way more.   “you didn’t fucking show me how and you know it!”  you yelled, making a head pop into the secluded office.  “detective, what the hell are you raising your voice for?”  fuck, it was your boss. 

“i-i didn’t.. i was just..”  you stammered, trying to explain yourself. detective Erickson looked at you, bushy mustache pursed in distaste. your eyes caught Hoffman, who was looking nonchalant in the corner, his stupid lips in their usual pout.   “.. i'm sorry, sir. it won’t happen again.”  “well it better not. you need to learn how to get along with him, y’know? he’s your partner, after all.” 

ugh. just knowing that you were stuck with this guy for the rest of the case made you want to punch a wall.  

when Erickson left, you looked at Hoffman, beyond pissed.  “you could’ve saved me my voice if you taught me how to use the fucking database like a good partner.”  you spat, feeling as if your head was going to burst into flames at any moment. all Hoffman did was smile, the corners of his plump lips turning up in a grin.  “don’t be like that... c’mon, relax, i'll teach you everything about the system. if you ask nicely.” 

you scoffed when he finished, turning to fully look at him.  “what do i gotta say, huh? ‘please’?”  you asked, annoyed and still a little upset.  “aw, good job! see, that’s the word! now you just have to say it like you mean it.”  “i’m not saying shit, Hoffman.”  the snarl in your voice was undeniable. he sighed and pinched his nose, shaking his head.  “oh, you little snobby apprentices... they don’t teach you much about respecting those above you when you’re in school, do they?”  he asked, a soft ‘tsk tsk’ coming from his lips.  “you know what happens to disobedient little pricks who run their mouths like they own the place, right?” 

his voice had grown much scarier, and you found yourself shaking a little. Hoffman was always intimidating, no doubt. you were one of the only people in the office who would bark back at the dog he was, and it surprised him for sure. he knew that with a few good punts, he could make you his obedient little lap cat. as long as you didn’t report him to HR, of course.   “ugh, you’re disgusting!”  you spat, turning to leave. before you could do anything, Hoffman grabbed your wrist and pinned you down. your cheek pressed against the cold counter of the worktable, your gasp audible.  “let me go, you sick fuck!”  you cried, shivering when his fingers sank into the flesh of your wrists. you could feel his hot breath on your neck, his lips leaving kisses over the skin just below your ear.  “shh..”  he whispered, nibbling the shell of your ear.  

“okay-i.. please let me go, i seriously need to pee...”  you said weakly, starting to squirm, your bladder feeling a little squeamish.  

You swore you saw Hoffman’s eyes light up at that. 

“oh? you need to go, huh?”  he asked, smirking before he purred,   “how bad do you need to go, hm?”  no. no, no, no... you knew exactly where this was going, and it made your stomach churn.  

“Hoffman, i’m gonna piss myself-! let me go, for fuck’s sake!”  you cried, tears of shame filling your eyes.  “aw, don’t be like that, babydoll.”  Hoffman cooed. his free hand reached to stroke your hair, his thick fingers and hands nearly taking up your entire scalp.  “go on. no shame. please, do your deed.”  Hoffman spoke, his voice soft, as if he were simply asking you to tie your shoes.

you were just now realizing how hard it was to piss on command, even when you really needed to go. you wriggled and stammered, wanting out of the situation entirely. it started off as a small tickle, leading to a trinkle. you sobbed, head down in shame, hair covering your eyes. you squeezed them shut out of being mortified.  “that’s it... don’t be embarrassed, it’s okay, babydoll. it’s a completely natural bodily function,”  Hoffman hummed. he continued to lovingly stroke your hair, oddly easing your body to relax further.  

the material of your work slacks grew damp, then sopping, the liquid gold running down the inside of your leg.  “fuck, there you go.. what a good little doll,”  he whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. all you could do was sob, shaking, continuing to piss yourself. i mean, did you really have a choice? 

your pants were cold, and there was a puddle on the ground, making your shoes squeak.  “what a mess. poor puppy couldn’t hold it, huh?”  Hoffman asked with a sneer. he let you go, leaving your body slumped against the table.   “clean up. you’re an adult, you can do it. or do I have to hold your hand for that too?”  “eat a dick.”  “i’d much rather eat you out, but i suppose that’ll do until then.” 

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my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree , @cosmiiwrites , @frxstwalker, @ithofficial, @activesplooger, @dolly-lil-lambie

[shiro-ravs]

hii<3 can u do an one shot where mark hoffman is y/n's dad and gets mad when amanda is flirting with y/n?

amanda x reader

synopsis: you get grounded by your dad (hoffman) as amanda is flirting with you.

tw: age gap (y/n is 18, amanda is 30); hair pulling; sex toys; light spanking; dom amanda; sub y/n; lesbian; calling names; mommy amanda

You and your dad are just walking out of the place where Amanda is working on her new trap. Hoffman, John's apprentice and also your father - was helping her with it. And you? You were there just because of boredom. And maybe to admire Amanda, as she was the hottest woman you've ever seen. The way she- "Y/n, are you okay?" Huh. You realized you have been staring at Amanda's lips for few minutes now, meanwhile slightly biting your own bottom lip. "Yeah. Sorry, what were you saying?" you responded. "I said Hoffman's waiting in the car. I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful." A blush crept up your face when you heard the last word, how she called you beautiful. She noticed your red cheeks, so she walked up to you and whispered into your ear. "When will you stop being so fucking cute, baby?" Oh well, this caught you off guard. Amanda touched your hips softly with her fingers, which made you feel goosebumps. Suddenly, a sound of a car door slamming interrupted both of you. It was your dad, of course. You shifted your gaze at him. He was smoking a cigarette, looking at you. His face immediately said that you're taking too long. Amanda quickly turned around and left without saying goodbye. Without any choice, you approached the car and got in the front seat. "What did I tell you before?" He asked in an aggressive tone. "That Amanda is your rival and I shouldn't talk with her..." "Exactly young lady, and here I am, watching you flirt with that dumb bitch who sees me as an only heavy lifting useful guy." You knew he didn't like you talking to her, but you couldn't help it at all. "I'm sorry daddy but I really didn't mean to!" Tears start to appear in your eyes, as he screams at you. "Fuck it. You're grounded. No going out of your room for a week." You stayed in silence the rest of the ride, sobbing quietly. Feeling of breeze on your face was perfectly relaxing. As you were looking throught a window, you noticed someone under your house. Gasp escaped your mouth when you realized it's Amanda. She pointed at you and gave you a sign to come. You jumped out of the window onto her arms. You sat on her bed just like she did. It was awkard, because until now you only watched her working on traps. "I know how you look at me, pretty." she confessed. At first you were clearly confused, but after awhile you understood what she meant. As you were about to respond, she pinned you down on the bed and looked in your eyes, grinning from ear to ear. "And I also know how much you want me to fuck you." Amanda undressed you. Since you were the only one naked, it felt unfair but also made you more and more wet. You didn't expect one thing. Her soon grabbing a vibrator. She pressed it against your clit, making you whimper her name. "A-Amanda~ Nghh~" "Please.. Mm...~" Amanda kissed your lips, suppressing your moans, then neck, tasting your skin, and finally your nipples. While holding your wrists, she turned you over to make you now bend on your stomach. "I-I think... Ahh.. I'm.. Ngh.. going to cu-" "Not so fast, Angel." She spanked your ass and pulled your hair. "Be a good girl and make mommy proud~ And I'll name my new trap Angel Trap." she whispered. Amanda put the vibrator aside to then put her lips on your cunt. You groaned as she licked your hole gently. You quickly felt mommy's tongue twirl neatly in you, which caused you to cum almost immediately, drooling over. And that wasn't the last time you came tonight.

[sawbathroomlovers]

Kinktober Day 12: Dirty Talk (Mark Hoffman x Reader)

A/N: I'm rewatching the Saw franchise for the umpteenth millionth time and felt the urge to write for Hoffman yet again. Not to mention, who better would there be to write dirty talk for? As per usual, MINORS DNI, requests are open, and enjoy y'all!

Warnings: Smut, light choking, swearing

Word Count: 497

“What a little fucking whore.”

Mark’s voice is gruff, hot breath puffing against the back of your neck as you’re positioned in his lap - bare as the day you were born. Thick fingers remain shoved between your spread legs despite how you twitch and your thighs clench around his large hand. The air of the bedroom is heated from the friction of your bodies, and sweat beads on your brow. Squelching from your soaked pussy and breathy moans fill the room along with his filthy words. Mark Hoffman, in fact, never shut up. Not even in the bedroom if that much was evident.

“Isn’t that what you are? A little whore all for my fingers. I haven’t even fucked you yet. Shit…”

He swears under his breath at the feeling of your walls tightening around the two fingers knuckle deep inside of you, nose meeting the hair at the nape of your neck to deeply inhale with a shaky breath.

“You like that? You like being talked down to like the slut that you are?”

Your body quivers against his, and you try to ground yourself in the feeling of your back against his firm chest. But it does nothing with the way his fingers curl deep inside of you, especially when his free hand leaves your knee where he steadied himself to instead grab you by the throat.

“I asked you a fucking question.”

You softly gasp at the growl in your ear, head falling back to rest on one of his shoulders as he gives a firm squeeze to your neck to show his patience was running thin for your disobedience.

“Y-Yes! Yes, I like it…”

Mark’s lips curl upward into a smug grin and if you were in any right, you’d slap it off his stupid, handsome face. But right now all you could think about was the way he scissored his thick digits in your pussy, legs beginning to tremble when he gives a roll of his wrist to set a steady pace of fingering you - his other hand still resting at your neck with the occasional squeeze that had your back arching and toes curling.

“Checks out. Next time… I expect you to answer me when I ask you a question. Understood?”

A moan falls from your parted lips as he curls his fingers yet again, his hand at the base of your throat slowly beginning to trail downward to pinch at a nipple before groping at one of your breasts. When he had you like this, all pliable and soft… Now that was when the real fun started. You didn’t dare snap at him like you did at work, and it brought him great pleasure to fuck the attitude right out of you.

“Yes sir.”

Mark chuckles, the sound reverberating in his chest and against your back as he leans in to whisper in your ear and relishes in the cry that fills the air between you two.

“Good fucking girl.”

[whatiswrongwithpeople]

Traps || A Mark Hoffman x f!reader SMUT

Summary: Mark Hoffman and (Y/N) hate each other , but what happens when tinkering on traps in the same workshop leads leads to spicy tension?

Warnings: NSFW, hate sex, degrading/explicit language, only one partner being fully nude , Mark Hoffman’s temper

Note: Hello my fellow Big Bad Hoffman enthusiasts, this is my very first smut piece (as in ever) and I really hope it’s not too bad. I’ve read over it a couple of times and hope there aren’t any major mistakes.

Have fun reading ✨

“What do you want?” the deep grumble of Mark Hoffman’s voice vibrates through the room of the warehouse, as (Y/N) enters the room. “Certainly nothing from you.” She rolls her eyes, already annoyed by the man’s presence, as she walks over to the shelves across the table that Hoffman is working at. “I was in the middle of something important.” the man grumbles, looking up from the contraption he was currently tinkering on. She huffs, ignoring the man as she roams through the shelf in front of her. “Have you seen my blueprints anywhere?” Not lifting his gaze from the piece of metal he was currently securing, he gestures to the shelves. “Check your bloody work area. I’m not your secretary.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, the woman pauses her movements. “You know, if you’d answer me like a fucking decent human being, I’d be out of your way much quicker.” (Y/N) grumbles, shoving a box of scrap metal aside.

A few moments pass, before (Y/N) spots her blueprints on the very top of the shelf, leading her to mutter a string of curse words under her breath. The young woman turns around, pointing to the chair next to Hoffman. “Do you need that?” Mark pauses for a moment and shrugs his shoulders before he mutters a simple “Suit yourself.” Stepping over to the table, she wordlessly grabs the chair and drags it back to the shelf before climbing onto it in order to reach for her blueprints. “I’m gonna kill whoever put those up here,” she mutters, struggling to pull one of the prints out from underneath a box. A spark of amusement twinkles in Mark’s otherwise deadpan expression as he watches his fellow apprentice struggling to get what she wants. Cold, hungry eyes travelling up and down her body as she stretches to reach the blueprints, Hoffman suddenly finds himself grateful for whoever has moved her stuff to the top shelf, enjoying the view in front of him.

Feeling his gaze on her (Y/N) looks over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes at the man, before turning back around and opening one of the blueprints in order to inspect it. Hoffman decides to wait a moment before speaking in a mocking tone “Your temper is rather volatile.” Keeping her focus on the blueprint she murmurs “Thanks asshole.” “No problem, love.” the detective replies in a snarky tone, before picking up his tools again to continue working on his trap.

Ignoring the man and the feeling caused by the petname, she steps down from the chair, spreading the prints on top of the table to get a better overview of them. God, she couldn’t stand Mark Hoffman.

“You know, “ his voice interrupts the silence “It’s rude to ignore someone.” Looking up from her blueprint of a hand-trap, she meets Mark’s arrogant, smug expression. “Rude? No. Actually ignoring you is a really REALLY blissful experience.” she hums. “Is that so?” the mocking tone in his voice is as prominent as ever “Is it also a blissful experience being a fucking brat all the time?” he snarks.

“I don’t know, tell me about it.” (Y/N) shrugs nonchalantly, grabbing a pen to make some corrective notes on her design. “You’re an insufferable bitch. Maybe Kramer will realise that and kill you off first.” The detective snarks back at her.

“I hope your death will be swift and painful,” he remarks to himself under his breath. “Oh, believe me” (Y/N) retorts as she gathers some mechanical pieces from the shelf behind her. “Nothing could ever be more painful than having to share a workspace with you.” Mark Hoffman’s eyes watch the young woman like a wolf hunting for prey, his fist clenching around the screwdriver in his hand, as his frustration with her builds up. “God you’re infuriating…” He continues working on his contraption and mutters something. “...annoying little slut” being the only words she catches.

Tired of the man’s antics, (Y/N) slams her equipment down onto the table, looking over at Hoffman with fury burning in her eyes. “You're unbelievable, you know that?" (Y/N) seethes, gaze burning into Mark Hoffman's figure. "You can't just go around hurling insults like that and expect me to take it lying down." Hoffman meets her gaze with a mixture of frustration and amusement. "Oh, I'm well aware of what I can and can't do," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "But it's not like you make it easy to get along with you, behaving like such a bitch all the time."(Y/N) takes a deep breath, trying to calm her rising anger. She knows that she should just ignore him, focus on her work, and get through this collaboration without any more unnecessary drama. But something about Detective Mark Hoffman just gets under her skin like no one else.

"Look," she says, her tone somewhat calmer but still laced with irritation, "we're stuck here together, whether we like it or not. We both work for Kramer and in doing so we have somewhat of a mutual understanding. Can we at least try and be somewhat civil, so he doesn’t come for our heads?"

Hoffman seems to consider her words for a moment, and then he lets out a begrudging sigh. "Fine," he mutters, finally releasing the screwdriver he'd been clutching. "I suggest you start working on your trap. I don’t want to be around you for much longer." (Y/N) smirks, satisfied that she's at least made a small dent in his armour of arrogance. "Likewise," she replies, turning back to her blueprint and resuming her work. As the tension between the two persists, the air in the dimly lit workshop crackles with a strange energy.

Their exchanges alternate between moments of begrudging cooperation and stinging sarcasm. The attraction they feel toward each other simmers just below the surface, an unspoken truth neither is willing to acknowledge. However, the more they try to fight it, the more it intensifies. It's a dangerous game they're playing, one that could lead to unforeseen consequences.

Hours pass, and the traps they've been designing near completion. Hoffman’s rugged confidence and the air of danger that surrounds him ignite a forbidden curiosity in (Y/N). She can’t help but steal glances at him when she thinks he’s not looking, admiring the way his muscles flex as he handles the tools. His hands move with precision as he assembles the final components, and for a brief moment, she finds herself captivated by his expertise. She despises herself for being attracted to someone so incredibly insufferable.

Hoffman, on the other hand, can't deny the way (Y/N)'s dedication to her work is both impressive and alluring. He's never met anyone who can infuriate him to this extent yet simultaneously arouse his curiosity. Her intelligence and determination draw him in, even as her stubbornness drives him mad, it awakens something deep inside him, something he thought he’d buried long ago. He’s drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Putting the tools in his hands back into the tool box with a loud clang, Hoffman suddenly leans over the table, his voice low and dangerously close to (Y/N)’s ear as he examines her contraption. “You know,” he begins, the low rumble of his voice and the feeling of his breath on her skin sending shivers down her spine, “you have a way of pushing people’s buttons.”

(Y/N) grits her teeth, trying to ignore the effect his proximity has on her. “I could say the same about you.” she retorts, her voice equally low. Hoffman smirks at that. “I find this never-ending game of cat and mouse rather….exciting.” There is a dangerous glint in his eyes. (Y/N) scoffs but can’t deny the truth in his words. “Exciting, huh?” she raises her brow “More like infuriating.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching” he whispers, voice laced with arrogance, lips dangerously close to her ear. “Yeah keep dreaming, Hoffman.” she glares at him, eyes filled with anger and something else she refuses to admit. “This is ridiculous,” Hoffman mutters, this time with a different tone in his voice.

Before (Y/N) can ask what he means, Mark has rounded the table in a sudden urgency, yanking her head towards him by the neck and slamming his lips onto hers in a heated kiss. (Y/N) responds instinctively, her anger melting into desire as their mouths battle for dominance that neither is willing to concede. (Y/N) can feel the edge of the table pressing into her back as Mark traps her beneath his body, making her bend backwards onto the cold metal. The sheer sight of her body trapped beneath his seems to fuel Hoffman’s desire even further, a dark look of hunger in his gaze, as his hand grabs her throat, roughly pushing her down onto the table. His eyes focusing on her chest, as her breasts bounce with the movement. A surprised moan escapes her mouth at the action, her back arching as it gets pressed into the cold metal, making Hoffman’s eyes snap back up at her. “Fuck, you look so good with my hand around your throat.” the dangerously low grumble of his voice making her feel the heat pool in her abdomen, leading her to clench her thighs together. Noticing her arousal Hoffman squeezes her throat a little tighter, whilst his other hand sneaks under her shirt, groping at her breast. “God, you’re such a filthy slut. Coming in here in those tight clothes , showing your curves off to me like an attention whore.” Hoffman’s hand yanks (Y/N)’s shirt up, a low, animalistic grunt leaving his throat as he sees her nipples stiffening through her bra.

“Took you long enough to do something about it.” (Y/N) smirks, seeing his the outline of his erection through his pants, she decides to play a dangerous game. Opening her mouth and lowering her jaw a little, she lets her tongue trace over the thumb resting on her jawline as Hoffman’s is still gripping her throat, before sucking on it gently, all the while looking up at him through her lashes. “Fuck.” the detective grunts as his dark gaze watches her mesmerized. Noticing Hoffman’s mesmerized state, (Y/N) dares to make her move, fingers travelling up and down his hand which had previously groped her breast, before swiftly yanking it to the side.

The metallic click echoing through the room, breaks Hoffman out of his daze, furious eyes snapping to his right hand which he now finds to be locked into the trap, (Y/N) had been working on all night long. “You fucking bitch.” he bellows, voice seething with fury. “I’ve decided it’s my turn now” she smirks at the man, sitting up on the table. “Don’t worry.” her voice is low and seductive as she whispers into Hoffman’s ear. “I don’t think it’s fully functioning yet.” she playfully bites his earlobe, before pushing him backwards into the chair behind him. “Your a worthless brat.” he hisses, his free hand trying to pull the other out of the glove-like metal contraption,on the table.

“Hmm.” (Y/N) hums , taking off her shirt painfully slow “Does big bad Hoffman suddenly not like to play games anymore?” Her hand wanders up the trapped arm, before wandering to his chest, as she gets off of the table and straddles the detective’s lap. “And here I thought we were finally having fun working together.” She purposefully rocks her hips, feeling his hardened cock underneath her. Another low growl leaves Hoffman, as his free hand grabs a fist full of her hair, yanking her head back before attacking her exposed neck with his mouth.Sloppy kisses trailing up and down the soft flesh. He singlehandedly opens her bra with expertise, ripping the garment off her body. “I fucking hate you, little brat.” Mark snarls , hungrily sucking one of her breasts into his mouth, twirling her nipple with his tongue, whilst his free arm encircles her waist, holding her against him. “You’re such a bastard, Mark Hoffman.” she moans, hand gripping his hair, as she presses his face further into her chest. With her other hand (Y/N) reaches down to unbuckle his belt, earning a bite from the man.

"Bastard" she repeats again, trying to sound angry but failing miserably as arousal floods her body. She bites her lip as her hand slides into his pants, feeling the size of his erection. Pulling her body from his hungry mouth, (Y/N) slides from his lap, positioning herself on her knees between his legs. Her mouth already watering at the thought of what she is about to do. (Y/N) looks up at Mark’s eyes and smirks, taking control. Slowly, she moves closer, licking and kissing her way down his throbbing shaft. Each gentle touch sending vibrations through her body. As she takes him deeper into her mouth, Mark groans loudly, unable to hold back. His hand clenching the back of her head, desperately wanting more.”Why don’t you use those perfect tits of yours?” Mark grunts out between pants, pulling (Y/N)’s head back a little to look her in the eyes, before his intense gaze follows the string of salvia, running down from her swollen lips onto her chin. Enjoying the feeling of dominance over the detective, (Y/N) doesn't allow him to take over though, pulling out of his grasp suddenly. Leaving him on edge.

“You don’t always get everything you want.” she purrs, leaning back in to lick the length of his erection in a painfully slow manner.

When suddenly Hoffman’s hand forcefully grips her hair again, yanking her head back once more. Mark’s voice is dangerously low as he speaks, leaning down towards her “See, this is where you’re wrong, princess.” The name leaves his mouth in a threatening hiss when suddenly he pulls his trapped hand free and yanks (Y/N) upwards. He had figured out how to escape the trap way earlier, but the sight of his competitor taking him into her mouth tempted him to hang on and play pretend for just a little longer. Enjoying the sight of her trying to dominate him. “Seems as if that little trap of yours does indeed still need improvements. If you behave like a good girl, I might teach you a trick or two.” The detective’s arrogant gaze shamelessly travels up and down her body.

“And why would I behave like a good girl for you?” (Y/N)’s snarl is mixed with arousal as she glares back up at him, feeling the increasing wetness between her thighs as Mark’s eyes roam her naked form. “Because, “ the man shoves a hand between her legs, calloused fingers pushing her panties aside and boldly slipping into her entrance, making the woman let out a strangled moan, “I always get what I want.” he states matter-of-factly, pulling his fingers out of her and examining them. “God, look how fucking wet you are already. You’re such a whore.”

Before (Y/N) can open her mouth for a witty comeback, the detective has already

spun her around and bent over the table. Pinning her wrists on the small of her back. Hoffman wastes no time as he rips her panties off, lining his cock up with her entrance without hesitation. (Y/N)’s breath becomes shaky as she arches her back and pushes her ass up in anticipation, her tits pressing further into the cold metal table. His tip shortly teases her entrance, before he forcefully slams into her. “Fuck, Marks-” she blurts before a filthy moan interrupts her own phrase, as Mark fully pulls out of her dripping cunt only to roughly plunge into her again. All control leaves Mark's body when he hears his name coming from her lips over the wet sounds of her pussy and her lustful moans. His hips slam into hers, and the sound of skin hitting skin fills the cold, dimly lit workshop.

"You always come here thinking you're better than I am or that you can play games with me, but now look at you letting me fuck you completely exposed on a table and not even being able to form coherent sentences because you've never been fucked by a man's cock like you are by mine.” Hoffman's voice sounds almost animalistic next to her ear as he presses into her back, groaning against her skin. (Y/N)’s eyes roll back as her walls flutter around his cock in response to his words, she finds herself at a complete loss for words, overwhelmed and almost drooling by the sensation of the detective burring himself balls-deep into her dripping cunt.

“Fuck,” Mark rasps out, beads of sweat rolling down his temples “Do you know how many times I’ve fucked myself to the thought of seeing you all desperate for me like this?”

(Y/N) whimpers as she pushes her hips back into him, enticing another lewd groan from Hoffman. He was still hunched over her back, grunting near her ear, as his cock hits all the deepest spots inside her. “Make me cum, Hoffman.” she breathes, the friction in her cunt becoming almost unbearable. “Only because you behaved so well, princess.” Hoffman husks, straightening himself, his thrusts picking up in pace. “Oh fuck Mark!” (Y/N) cries out in loud ecstasy, her jaw almost going slack as her climax takes over, eyes rolling to the back of her head and knees almost buckling as her body spasms and she continues to moan in sheer pleasure. Mark makes a strangled sound, the sight of (Y/N) cumming with him inside her making his cock throb.

His hand rears back slapping her ass, as her sensitive cunt clenches around him. He keeps ramming into her mercilessly as she rides out her high, murmuring incoherent slurs behind gritted teeth. (Y/N) was sure that her upper body would leave an imprint on the metal table if Mark kept up the force of his thrusts any longer. With a primal grunt and stuttered breath, the detective reaches his climax, thrusts becoming more sloppy as he releases inside her.

For a moment both of them are silently trying to catch their breath before Mark pulls out of (Y/N), smirking at the sight of his cum dripping down her thighs.

The sound of a zipper and belt buckle snaps (Y/N) out of their dizzy state. She straightens up, her eyes wandering over the sweaty print left on the table as a testament to Hoffman's and her little escapade.

Collecting her clothes, she turns to Mark as she begins to dress herself. “This changes nothing.” The man raises a brow at her. “I still hate you.” she states, grabbing a piece of cloth from the shelf behind him to wipe down the table.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from a brat like you.” Mark answers nonchalantly as he pulls a screwdriver from the toolbox "Now let me show you how to improve that pathetic trap of yours."

(Y/N) couldn't help but smirk at Mark's retort. As Mark began to work on the trap, he explained his modifications in detail, his hands deftly moving as he made adjustments. The woman watched him intently, despite her attempts to maintain an air of indifference. She couldn’t deny that their rivalry had a strange way of bringing them together.

[vampirebloodie]

One Piece For Each | Mark Hoffman x Reader x Peter Strahm (Threesome)

Summary: Where Strahm and Hoffman fought so much over you that you decided to give a piece of yourself to each.

Warning: NSFW Smut 18+, creampie, degradation kink, threesome, DP.

You were one of the precinct's main criminal experts and were always busy, especially after Jigsaw's cases increased drastically, which led to special agent Peter Strahm joining the case to help with the investigations, which despite being under the command of the detective, Mark Hoffman, it seemed like weren't moving forward even with all the clues you gave at each crime scene you investigated. You even had a hunch about what could be distracting the detective, ever since you started working together Hoffman tried to ask you out on a date, but you always ended up saying no because you didn't want to mix your personal life and work, especially when half of your colleagues work were dying in traps, anyway there was no point in ignoring Hoffman when Peter arrived and started acting the same way, the worst thing is that the two of them in the same environment always ended up in a huge argument and every time for the same reason:

You.

As much as you always said that there was no point in them fighting because you wouldn't accept either of them, it seemed like they were both deaf, they never listened to you and continued with the arguments.

You had just collected some DNA samples and sent them to the laboratory, when you heard a knock on the door, you allowed entry and soon saw the agent in front of you.

“Hey Peter, how can i help you today?”

You turned your chair towards him.

“Well... How's the research going?”

“Hmm, it's a difficult question to answer, i think it's under control, i sent some samples to the laboratory today, in 24 hours we will have some possible results.”

“You’re doing so well at this job, im sure your position will level up when this is all over.”

“Thank you very much for your opinion, agent. Is good to hear that."

You smiled and so did he.

“Actually, i was thinking maybe the two of us...”

He was interrupted when that voice crossed the room, Peter's eyes rolled back in such a way that you thought they wouldn't come back.

“Y/n, you.... Hi agent Strahm, it's not a surprise to find you here, after all you chase her every day, don't you?”

Hoffman entered the room and had already started to accuse the agent, you sighed knowing what was coming.

"What? I think you’re the one who chases her every day by coming to this same room.”

Strahm stood up and you decided to say something.

“You two do this, and you want to know? I'm tired."

You stood up and took off your coat, leaving you with just your blouse, the men looked at you with a confused look. You went to the door and locked it.

“Well, i can't choose just one, i like both of you. And i guess i don’t have two holes for nothing.”

You explained with a smile on your face, both of their eyes widened.

"What do you mean by that?"

Strahm asked.

“Don't be silly. I can take both of you.”

You stood between the two and pulled each of their ties, who did you want to fool? Peter and Mark were two handsome, attractive men, good at talking and looking like they could give a great fuck, you just wanted to know if that was true or just something in your head. You had never tried double penetration, but it didn't seem like something that difficult to handle, and after all, there was a first time for everything.

“You want us to.... That? At the same time?"

Peter asked and you rolled your eyes, pretending you hadn't heard that question.

“Are you stupid or are you pretending? This slut wants us both to fuck her, but if you don’t want to i ll be happy, there’s more for me.”

Hoffman spoke without patience, your eyes lit up when you heard the way the detective had called you, you moaned feeling your hair being pulled back, seeing Peter with his hand gripping your locks, his personality seemed to have changed in a second.

"Not even. One piece for each, that's how prostitutes are treated. Honey, if you can’t handle it, it’s not our problem.”

Peter smiled and practically pushed you into Hoffman's arms, who grabbed you by the arms and threw you against the table, knocking all the papers and pens onto the floor. He placed you on all fours and forced your head down, his hands went to the belt of his pants, which he soon removed and his zipper was opened with the pants lowered, revealing his thick and large dick that was dripping with precum, you licked your lips before running his tongue all over Hoffman's length and putting it all in his mouth at once, starting to suck him, your tongue went around and around against his member, Mark sighed and moaned softly.

“You like it, don't you? Likes to suck an older man”

He said, grabbing your hair and starting to fuck your mouth, you choked every time you felt the tip of his dick touch your throat. You felt Strahm's hands on your ass, lifting your skirt up and removing your panties, he gave your ass a few slaps before you felt his hot tongue passing through all your parts from your asshole to your pussy, you moaned against Hoffman's cock, sending vibrations that made him groan, your eyes closed enjoying the feeling of Peter's tongue being rubbed, smearing all your parts.

“Not yet, bitch.”

The detective said and took his dick out of your mouth, making you let out an angry murmur, Strahm came out from behind you and soon the detective's dick was replaced by the agent's, it wasn't as big as his but it was thicker, anyway you were loving all those new sensations.

“I’m going to destroy that pussy.”

Hoffman spoke before thrusting himself inside you, making you roll your eyes at the unexpected pain of having your pussy being widened by his dick, before you could get used to his size he started to make rough movements inside you, sure enough to take out his anger at having been rejected so many times by you. You sucked and licked Peter's cock feeling Hoffman's balls hit your ass, causing a loud noise in the room. Fuck, there was no one else there but you guys.

“My turn.”

Peter spoke, lightly stroking your hair before leaving your mouth, Hoffman complained but soon left you, there was a small armchair nearby that you used sometimes. The agent's hands grabbed your waist and took you to the armchair, where he sat down and made you sit on his lap, you took a deep breath before taking his dick and fitting it at your entrance, the two of you moaned together, which sounded like to made Hoffman feel angry, he pushed you at once, making you lean more towards him, you felt the detective's cock brush your ass a few times before forcing himself inside you, you screamed against Peter's shoulder, feeling the pain and burning of your asshole being widened by his cock, tears ran down your face, but they both seemed to ignore it.

“Now the little bitch is going to cry? You chose this. Now can handle."

He said, squeezing your ass tightly, which probably left the mark of his hand there, Hoffman had a huge feeling of ownership when it came to you. You felt him enter at once and let out a silent scream, your eyes widened, Hoffman moaned loudly feeling how tight you were.

“Holy shit, you’re kneading my dick. It’s fucking tight.”

He spoke, making light movements and letting out a few grunts, Peter also started to move inside your pussy. It was a whole new sensation having two things filling your holes at the same time, you were torn between pain and pleasure, both on a slightly extreme level. You bit Peter's shoulder, feeling the detective increase his movements while the agent's hands opened your buttocks with the intention of making Hoffman fit better and increase his movements without hurting you so much in the process.

“Fuck, i had forgotten what it felt like to fuck such a tight pussy.”

Peter sighed, squeezing your waist tightly, now both men moved inside you with force, sweat ran down their faces and their moans mixed together. Peter's hand went to your clitoris where he started to make quick movements, you shivered and closed your eyes enjoying the sensation, Hoffman pulled your tank top up exposing your boobs and grabbed them, squeezing your nipples, you felt like you couldn't take it anymore all those sensations of pleasure at the same time.

“Enough, i-im going to cum.”

You warned, squeezing both of their cocks in your holes, a shock wave hit your body and you soon fell on Peter's shoulder, breathing heavily, they increased their movements in a rough tone and you screamed. The two gave a few more thrusts before you felt their hot liquids filling your holes, you breathed heavily, then they came out of you and Peter got up from the armchair, leaving you sitting there, you ignored the pain you were feeling.

"It saw? Now you don’t have to fight because of me, one piece for each.”

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#8 on smut (prompt list) for mark hoffman !! not sure if you write for f! reader or not but if not then can be gn ! reader pls !

Pleasure- Mark Hoffman x fem! reader

I KNEW SOMEONE would have that thought and thank you--IT HAS DRIVEN ME TO FERALITY TODAY, and more than I expected for it to when I was writing the prompt list.

you chose prompt 8, which is: "Go on, then," Character A says, head tilted slightly, the smile on their face reeking of sadism. "Touch yourself, baby. Gonna watch, but don't make yourself come--making you come is my fun, not yours."

Fic type- this is smut, and also my first mark hoffman smut so that's a yay!

Warnings- this content is written for 18+ audiences, so minors, DNI. I will block you!! protected P in V, light voyeurism, Mark calls the reader a whore once, my brain is in "write write write" and not "edit edit edit" mode so this is mostly unedited.

Mark couldn't believe the sight he'd walked in on--you, in the bed you shared with Mark, legs spread and vibrator pressed against your clit. You were too engrossed in your pleasure to take notice of him at first, moans befalling your lips as you rolled one of your nipples between your fingers and rolled the vibrator around your clit.

"Mark," you whispered, and Mark had to smile. Even when he was gone, he was the one you thought of while you got yourself off.

"And here I thought my ego couldn't get any bigger," he says. "Then I walk into my bedroom, expecting to have seen you in the living room watching tv or reading a book or just getting home after doing a bit of overtime, and I walk in to this sight? Oh, it's not even Christmas but I could be convinced it were."

You turn to look at him, turning the vibrator off as your eyes widen.

"You weren't meant to--"

"I know," Mark says, leaning against the door. "but I did, and I'm happy to not step in--I interrupted, after all. Wish I hadn't, though. Wanna know how badly you need me, if your whispering my name can get any louder."

You grin a little. "I can continue if you'd like?" You ask, and Mark bites his lip, nodding.

"Go on, then," Mark says, head tilted slightly, the smile on his face reeking of sadism. "Touch yourself, baby. Gonna watch, but don't make yourself come--making you come is my fun, not yours."

You return to the position you were in before except object to not use your vibrator. Your fingers start circling your clit at a good pace and your hand returns to your breast, fingers rolling and pinching your nipples.

Your gaze is on the ceiling, overwhelmingly aware of Marks gaze as you rub tantalizing circles around your clit, moaning breathily as you register how good that feels.

"Mark," you moan. Your gaze moves to meet his for a second, and you see him watching you intently through his eyelashes. You moan, quickening the pace just a bit, taking one of your fingers into your mouth to tease him.

You suck your finger for a long few minutes before bringing it to your nipple, moaning at the sudden coolness of the contact.

"Mark," you moan. "Oh, Mark, fuck--please. Please fuck me,"

You start grinding your hips against your hand, pinching your nipple between your thumb and first finger. You adjust the pace of your fingers on your clit so that they're a bit faster--just enough to bring you to the edge, and when your moans start getting a little louder, you watch Mark enter the room, closing the door behind him.

He takes his shirt off first, unbuttoning it while you watch, gaze affixed. He takes his pants off, leaving him in his boxers as he grabs a condom.

You stop your ministrations on your clit, leaving the knot that'd formed in your stomach untouched as Mark takes his boxers off and his fully hard cock springs free, allowing him to roll a condom onto it with ease.

"Such a pretty whore for me," he says, cock teasing your entrance as he lays down on top of you, bringing your legs to his hips. "So good for me, too. You're amazing. Gonna make sure you feel good tonight, Y/N."

You moan, clenching around nothing. Mark positions himself at your entrance and the both of you moan as he bottoms out, one of your hands going to his hair as his finds your ass and squeezes.

"So wet for me, too," he says. "You're just begging to be my cumdump, aren't you?"

You hum in response, and he laughs, lips going to your neck. "Good girl," he says.

When Mark starts thrusting, he lifts himself onto his forearms so that he can watch your facial expressions. One of your hands goes to your clit, and Mark is relatively silent so that he can hear all of the sounds you make for him.

"Oh, Mark," you moan, hips thrusting up to meet his. "Oh, fuck, Mark. Mark, please."

One of his hands finds your nipples, and between your fingers on your clit, Marks thrusts, and the way that he rolls your nipples between his fingers, you find yourself on the edge within minutes.

"Mark," you moan. "So--so close. Need to--please--"

"Cum for me, Y/N," he says. "Go ahead, baby."

Only a couple more thrusts, sensual pinches, and gentle kisses along your neck from Mark and you're releasing, crying out his name as your walls clench around him and trigger Marks release into the condom.

The aftercare from that point is simplistic but amazing--Mark draws a bubble bath for the two of you and you relax until the water has gone cold, going to bed and falling asleep in each others arms thereafter.

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JEALOUSY!

Mark hoffman x reader SMUT!

Warnings: jealous hoffman, y/n given full consent, breeding??, I would say alcoholic themes but idk, reader is a #whore

A/n: I warned yall.

You walked into the darkened bar, going strictly to the counter and sat down. You sat beside a man who you soonly realized was one of your co-workers, detective hoffman. "Oh. hey mark!" You said out of pure bliss. He stared at you for a couple of seconds, watching as you clutched your purse closer to you. "y/n?" Mark asked, questioning why you are there.

"I came here because I was supposed to meet someone here" you justified. The man who you were going to meet was agent strahm. Whenever you explained it to him he became more aggressive towards you. "HIM? OUT OF ALL PEOPLE HIM?" He said coming closer to you and all you could do Is nod to his words.

You could tell he was even more mad than before. "I could be a better fuck than he could ever be. " he said backing uo and taking a drink out of his clear glass cup. "Can you prove it?" You asked him. You shivered at the anticipation of him answering. "Fuck yea." He said, soonly finishing his drink after. You watched as He payed for the both of yalls drinks.

You both got up, walking out the door together. You walked over to a black SI, and as soon as Mark unlocked it you got in. He drove off and that's when it all began. "So what makes you think it's okay to come to a bar dressed like a whore just to meet someone who has a girlfriend?" You looked at him. He was so focused on driving. "Because. We have been seeing each other for a while now and I thought I could show off for him." You replied.

Mark drove faster at your words, now going over 100 miles per hour. "You dumb fucking slut." He growled. He glanced over at you. You looked helpless against his leather seats. You noticed as he pulled over in a wooded area. "Get the fuck out." He said. You got out of the car, closing the door behind you. You shook as you stood on the cold waiting for what he wanted you to do next. "Come over here, right now y/n." You happily waltzed over to the front of the car meeting him. He grabbed you by the hips, positioning you towards the windshield. He was literally gonna fuck you on the hood of the car.

"Mark?" You asked as you felt him pull down your panties and skirt. Fresh air hit your cunt making your thighs rub together. "Your gonna shut the fuck up and take this." He said, hitting his tip against your slit. You cried out as he filled you in one big thrust, stretching you out. You moaned low as he continued to abuse your swollen cunt. "This will fucking teach you" He said. Marks hand smacked your ass, leaving you to fully cry. It was something about his roughness that made this whole situation 10× hotter.

He thrusted into you at a fast pace, leading up to his orgasm. Oncs he came inside of you, he pulled out. "You fucker." You said. You pulled up your skirt and panties and got back into the car. "My place?" He suggested. "Sure!" You said.

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Cat and Dog | Mark Hoffman x Reader

Summary: the sexual tension between you and Hoffman is greater than the hatred you feel for each other

Warning: NSFW Smut 18+, violence, rough sex, degradation kink, puller hair

You were a local police detective and were trying to solve murder cases involving the serial killer Jigsaw. This was the second body you and your team found that week. You felt frustrated because you couldn't solve all the puzzles in that scene and someone was having fun watching you rack your brains.

That someone was Mark Hoffman, your co-worker, or rather, enemy. You hated each other more than anything, it was like a cat and dog in the same room, the two of you in the same room don't last more than five minutes and then you start arguing always, but it never turned into something physical because Hoffman was bigger than you and you were a woman, yes, of course.

The five minutes of peace ended as soon as he entered the room where you were making some notes about the lists that Jigsaw had left at the last crime scene, it was night and everyone had already been released and gone home, except you and him who decided staying up late.

“Having difficulty, Detective Y/N?”

That voice filled the room and you rolled your eyes. Damn, he is so annoying.

“I don't think that interests you, Hoffman. Weren't you in charge of the other case?

You turned around, crossing your arms when you saw the detective with a smile on his lips.

“Actually, the boss put me on both cases in your place, I don’t think you’re doing a good job, Y/N.”

He spoke with fake sadness and you were furious. How did they take you off the case without communicating and put him in your place?

"What? How do they remove me and put you in?"

You got up from your chair and stood in front of him, face to face, confronting him.

“Who knows, if you hadn’t done a good job, I wouldn’t have taken your place, right? ”

“Honestly, you’re an asshole, Hoffman!”

“If I am the asshole, then you’re the dumb bitch.”

The loud noise echoed throughout the room and you felt your hand tingle, your immediate reaction was to slap Hoffman in the face, who was shocked, then his expression became aggressive. Hoffman grabbed your arms and pushed you against the wall, where he had his face almost glued to yours, your arms were held in the air with one hand while the other held your face, squeezing your cheeks tightly and making you look at him.

“Do it again and you’ll be a dead woman!”

He was furious and you were strangely enjoying it. The atmosphere of tension and desire was present every time you spent a long time alone in the same environment. Mark let go of your face and licked his lips, you had really gone crazy, and you only realized it when you joined your lips to his.

You couldn't hide it anymore, you wanted so bad be fucked by him. His strong arms, his angry expression, everything on him makes you feel so attracted. He put his hand on your throat, squeezing it, slightly choking you.

To your surprise, he didn't deny it but continued, his free hand roaming your body while tongues danced. Mark squeezed your thigh tightly, eliciting a moan from you, which made him smile. You squeezed your legs together feeling your arousal appear. You was so excited.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

His husky voice whispered in your ear, making all your hair stand on end, you agreed. Hoffman's hand went to your blouse where he opened it, leaving your bra exposed. Then he went to your skirt, where he lowered it, leaving you in just your underwear. He took off his blazer, throwing it on the floor and took you to the table, where he threw all the papers on the floor and pushed you against the table.

He went to the door and locked it, closing the curtains and soon came back. Hoffman squatted behind you and squeezed your ass, pulling down your panties and spreading your buttocks. Before you could respond, you felt his tongue invade your core, letting out a loud moan. His tongue went over all your parts, smearing them as much as possible. He nibbled and sucked your clit, making your legs tremble, while slaps your butt many times, until get red and painful.

“H-Hoffman, I...”

You couldn't complete it because a scream escaped, you had just cum in Hoffman's mouth, who did the job of cleaning everything with his tongue from top to bottom. He stood up again and pulled your hands away, knotting his tie, tying you up.

"Shut your fucking mouth, cunt."

Oh yes, him being so rude to you was such a turn on. You would like to be insulted more often by him after this. You heard the zipper of his pants unzipping, waiting anxiously. He brushed his member a few times on your pussy before thrusting himself completely inside you, he was bigger than you imagined, before you could get used to it he began to make quick and sudden movements.

It was as if he was taking out all the anger of months in a single fuck, he moved extremely fast, making the sound of your bodies hitting each other and your loud moans mixing in the environment. Hoffman grabbed your hair back and began depositing hickeys on her clean neck.

“I hate you, girl. But you're so hot.”

He spoke with so much anger and you just smiled sarcastically. Suddenly he pulled out of you and pulled your arms, throwing you against the ground and spreading your legs, leaving you completely exposed just to him.

“I hope you have a painkiller in your bag, you’re going to need it.”

He said before thrusting himself fully inside you again. The night would be long.

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Playing Dangerous | Mark Hoffman x Reader

Summary: An interrogation by Hoffman makes the two of you playing a dangerous and fiery game inside his cop car

Warning: NSFW Smut 18+, creampie, masturbation, oral sex (f on m), daddykink, unprotected sex, age gap!

You were being investigated for being suspected of being an apprentice of the serial killer Jigsaw, well, the police were right about that accusation, but anyway they didn't have enough evidence to send you behind bars. Instead they sent a detective who was on the case to talk to you, homicide detective Mark Hoffman, you didn't know him personally yet, but John had been keeping an eye on him for some time due to some mistakes he made.

You set a trap just as John had requested, but somehow something went wrong and ended up causing an explosion that quickly caught the attention of nearby authorities, you managed to escape but left behind a personal item that unfortunately was not consumed by the flames and through it they found your DNA from your marked fingers.

The police sent you to a small room to wait until he arrived, you were bored as you listened to the clock on the wall, until you heard the sound of footsteps and soon the door was opened revealing who the much talked about detective was, he was better than you imagined, he wasn't as tall, but he had strong arms, large hands and a serious expression on his face, in addition to being clearly much older than you, which made you instantly attracted.

“Y/n, im detective Mark Hoffman.”

He entered the room where there was only a table and two chairs, he sat in front of you.

“I’m Y/n, but you already know that”

"Yeah, i know."

He said as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, showing off his toned arms and big hands, making your mouth water. He noticed you looking and twisted his neck. Was he married?

“How do you feel, y/n?”

“Well, im a little shaken but im fine, thanks for asking”

You smiled.

“Well, you know why you’re here, you know about the accusations, don’t you?”

You sighed.

“I know, i wouldn't do a thing like that. That’s for sure.”

“You were there when it all happened and at the scene of the crime.”

“It was just a coincidence, the house was already on fire, i swear, im not a liar”

“How could i believe that?”

“Everybody knows that im a good girl, officer”

“I don’t know you well enough to believe you’re a good girl.”

“I can prove to you that im a good girl, officer...”

You noticed him licking his lips and thought you could emerge victorious from the situation, but soon you heard the noise of the handcuffs holding your hands.

“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?”

“You can ask your lawyer about that tomorrow, come on.”

He got up from the chair and pulled you out of the room, the hallways were empty, it was night and there were probably just the two of you there at the police station.

“Tell me do you always work alone so late?”

You tried to bring up a topic as you walked to a cell.

“More than you think, i have a lot of work to do. Especially with people like you.”

You ignored the offense and noticed him trying to hide his gaze at your body now that you were no longer behind that table, the police caught you in the middle of the night, you were already asleep, so you ended up wearing just a red lace nightgown, a robe and shoes, it would even be funny if it weren't tragic.

“Gosh, im a little shy staying here in my night gown, im so sorry officer”

You pouted, pretending to be sad.

“I think you should talk less and walk more.”

He opened the cell with a key and made you go in there, before he could close it and leave you called him again after noticing his hands one last time, he took a deep breath. You knew he was starting to get annoyed.

“Officer, do you have a girl? i don't see a ring on your finger”

You asked with a dirty smile on your face and he looked at his fingers before looking at you again.

“As i said, i have a lot of work, so no. You should rest, good night, Y/n”

He turned his back to leave.

“Well that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating a younger girl?”

He turned around again and you opened your silk robe, revealing your short nightgown.

“What do you want with me, girl?”

“I've been bad, i've been wrong, playing a dangerous game. But now i wanna play with you.”

He ran his hands over his face, you knew he was one step away from not resisting anymore. You walked up to him again, placing your mouth close to his ear.

“Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer. There you can ask me anything you want anything, anything”

You whispered. Before you could have any kind of reaction, he kissed you, his mouth was so soft and your sweet lipstick made everything got better, his mouth kissed your neck leaving a lot of marks, his hands pulled you out of the cell again, you walked with quick and rough steps to the police station parking lot, where Hoffman practically threw you into the police car, you groaned at the impact.

“You’re going to regret teasing me, slut.”

He threatened and you laughed, but soon let out a moan of pain when you felt his hands grab your hair tightly, pulling your head back, his hand grabbed your chin, making you face him.

“Don’t think im joking, Y/n.”

“You don’t seem to be, officer”

You pulled your head back, taking his hand off your chin, pushing him, which made him get more angry and tighten his hold on your hair, making you let out another moan of pain. You couldn't deny it, you were loving his aggressive way against you.

“You’re going to prove that you’re a good girl, hm?”

“Yes, i am, daddy”

He ran his finger across your lips and smiled sideways, he liked the way you had just called him, you licked his finger.

"Yea? So be a good girl, you know what i want.”

He made a small caress on your cheek.

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

“Yes, daddy.”

You spoke and saw his blue eyes darken with excitement. He uncuffed your hands, Hoffman sat in front of you and you started to undo his pants, you could already feel how hard he was, pulling down his underwear his member practically jumped in your face, he pulled your head down and you grabbed his dick and started making movements masturbating him, Hoffman was breathing heavily and you could already feel your insides starting to get wet. You ran your tongue along the entire length, wetting it before putting it all in your mouth and starting to suck, listening to Mark's low moans. Your saliva ran all over his cock, from the head to his balls. Luckily the vehicle was a larger size than normal, which didn't make you two so cramped and uncomfortable.

Mark grabbed your hair and started to fuck your mouth quickly and moved his hips up several times, you felt his member hitting your throat, making you feel nauseas, tears covered your face and the worn makeup stained your skin. The detective enjoyed watching his suffering while pleasuring him.

“That’s it, little bitch. Suck it properly, hm?”

When Mark felt that he was close to cumming, he removed his cock from your mouth and pulled you by your arms, placing you against the window with your back to him, you moaned when your body hit the glass, his big hands roamed your body until you reached your ass, where he pulled your nightie up and pulled down your panties, Hoffman's long, thick fingers caressed your pussy and clit before pushing themselves inside your core, you gasped when he began to move them quickly, making a wet sound due to your high natural lubricity.

“A-ah, Mark”

You moaned and screamed when you felt a hard slap on your ass, which had definitely left the mark of his hand.

“Mark no.”

“Sorry, daddy”

He rubbed the head of his cock against your wet entrance for a few seconds before sinking fully inside you, making you scream due to the burn of his huge cock opening your tight insides. His hand went to your neck, starting to squeeze and holding your breath.

“That slut can handle everything, yea? You’re daddy’s good girl, hm?”

He said as he moved roughly inside you, the sound of his balls hitting your inner thighs, his free hand squeezing your flesh, where he would probably leave bruises for the next few days. You couldn't respond due to the lack of air that was turning your face a purple shade, Mark let go of your neck giving you space to breathe, he pulled you and placed you against the bench, leaving you upright, he took your right leg and placed it on top of the backseat headrest, leaving you completely open to him.

Hoffman thrust himself into you again, pressing your head against the bench and thrusting inside you again, his fingers began to massage your clit, you were almost crying from so much excitement as you moaned against the bench, Hoffman pulled your hair back making your back hit his chest while he held your leg to keep you still open.

Your stomach contracted and you squeezed him inside you tightly, the head of his cock hit your G-spot over and over again, feeling his legs tremble and yours too, with a scream you came on Mark's cock which he hadn't finished yet and he continued pushing inside you, you felt like you could pass out at any moment, Hoffman growled before you felt his liquid filling you completely, leaving your insides hot. You both caught your breath and he pulled out of you, your legs gave way and he caught you before you fell to the floor of the car.

“Now you’re going to answer my questions, cunt.”

[vampirebloodie]

Jealous jealous jealous boy | Mark Hoffman x Reader (Part 2)

Summary: Where you were Mark's ex-wife and even after so long he was still jealous of you, especially with Strahm.

Warning: NSFW Smut 18+, rough sex, creampie, degradation kink, gun play, "toxic" Mark, little CNC

You had been living with Lindsay and Peter for three weeks, unfortunately you hadn't gotten the job, so you were doing all the household chores to reward them both. You were heating the coffee when you felt Peter's arms around you, he placed a quick kiss on your cheek and then sat down at the table with Lindsay.

“Good morning beautiful women, you woke up early today.”

He took the cup and held it out to you as you filled Perez's cup. You filled his and sat at the table, starting to eat some toast with butter.

“We need to go to the New Jersey police station today, did you forget? We were called into the Jigsaw case.”

Lindsay replied and you choked on your coffee, feeling their eyes on you and Peter's hands patting your back.

“Jigsaw?”

You stared at them and Lindsay sighed.

"Yes. Don’t worry, you can stay here in the meantime, i know you don’t want to see Mark anytime soon.”

She said worriedly.

“Or you can come with us, we will have to rent an apartment near there, it will only be for two weeks.”

Peter suggested and you thought for a few moments. Maybe going back to New Jersey wouldn't be such a bad thing, you were also part of the police, but you hadn't been called like the agents and you knew very well why that was, Hoffman had a little influence there and obviously didn't want you close to these cases.

“Okay...i can go, i ll pack some things.”

You finished drinking your coffee and went to your room to pack a small suitcase, Peter followed you.

“Don’t feel pressured. If you don’t want to go, that’s okay.”

He comforted you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t run away from Hoffman forever.”

You hadn't officially signed the divorce papers and constantly ignored Hoffman's calls, you thought it was a miracle that he hadn't tracked you down and gone after you.

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It was already past noon, you had just arrived in the city and had left your things in the new apartment, you got down and walked to the police station which was close by. You entered and soon came face to face with the boss.

“Special agents and.... Ms. Hoffman?”

He looked at you in surprise, you had practically disappeared from the city for more than 14 days.

“I no longer use that surname. Hello again... well, i haven't been called for this case, so i ll wait at reception.”

You spoke and turned, heading to the customer service room, sitting in one of the chairs and taking out your cell phone to see the new news about the case, new bodies had been found and no other suspects besides Jigsaw. They still didn't realize that Hoffman was the apprentice, your mouth suddenly went dry and you went to the water fountain to drink some water. Even after drinking the water you still felt a little unwell and dizziness hit you. You soon recovered and took a deep breath, you couldn't keep it all to yourself anymore, you needed to report Hoffman.

You walked quickly to one of the rooms where one of the police chiefs was, opening the door panting, scaring the man.

“Ms Y/n Hoffman? ? Why are you here?"

“Don’t call me like that. Please, i need to make a report! I know who Jigsaw’s apprentice is!!”

You practically screamed and leaned on the table. The man's eyes widened.

"What? Really"

“Please, you have to believe me, the apprentice is…”

“Y/n?”

It was Mark's voice, you made a desperate face and refused to turn around, he had arrived at the worst time and had probably heard what you said.

“Detective Hoffman, we have an important update, Y/n said she knows who Jigsaw’s apprentice is.”

The boss explained and you closed your eyes tightly, then looked at Hoffman who was looking at you with a suspicious look.

"Oh really? Thats really good, and who would that apprentice be, Y/n?”

He crossed his arms and you bit your lip, you had some evidence against him that was in your apartment, just your word probably couldn't count as proof.

“I… you’ll find out soon enough.”

You walked quickly feeling Mark's eyes burning into your back, you needed to find Lindsay and Peter, you asked the receptionist who just told you that they had been called to a crime scene quickly and couldn't tell you beforehand. You would have to solve your problem yourself before Hoffman could solve it. You grabbed your things and left the police station as quickly as possible, going to the apartment where your things were.

You entered the property and ran to your suitcase, opening it and taking out some photos and DNA samples that you had secretly collected from Hoffman through his saliva and hair. You put the envelope inside your coat pocket and turned to leave again, only to find Hoffman looking at you with a serious look, you wondered how he got in since you locked the door.

“Did you think i would let you walk around freely knowing about my second job? I thought you were smarter, love, I've been watching you for a while. I already knew you had evidence against me.”

He showed you a copy of the keys, showing that he had been snooping into your life since you left, he knew you were with Strahm and Lindsay, he knew the three of you were going to New Jersey, he knew you were going to report him. Then, your eyes watered and you moved away as he got closer and closer to you, until he cornered you against the wall, you held the evidence tightly in your coat pocket.

“No one is going to save you, sweetheart. I told them to take Strahm and Perez to another place, do you thought i work alone? You don’t know how jealous i was seeing you with that shitty agent, drinking coffee with him, going to cinema... he could never be better than me, ever.”

“When i left... Was that all theater?” “No... i really suffered a little about it, but i knew you and your pussy would come back to me.”

He held your face, caressing your cheek, you had nowhere to run, he would probably kill you in one of those sick traps.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

You practically begged, he just smiled.

“Nah this will not hurt, you’ll like it, i like it when you beg.”

You felt the barrel of his gun touch your stomach and your blood ran cold, the gun passed through your stomach until it stopped on your chin.

"Please..."

His hands grabbed your hair and you moaned.

"It is not enough..."

You knew what he wanted, his hand let go of your hair and you lowered yourself onto all fours under his feet, as a kind of worship.

"Please sir..."

“Are you going to be a good girl or am i going to have to blow your head off?”

You quickly agreed and he pulled you up by your shirt, you felt his lips on your neck and closed your eyes, feeling your insides pulsate.

“Strahm can make you feel this way as easily as i can, hm? Can he make you show what a slut you are?”

“N-no.”

You moaned as he turned you against the wall, feeling his member rub against your ass. Mark picked you up and carried you to Strahm's room, where he threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you.

“This is his room...”

You warned.

“Better yet, im going to get my cum all over this sheet so he knows who fucked you on his bed.”

He started kissing you while running his big hands over your body, his hands went to your jeans, removing them immediately leaving you in your panties, his hands ripped open your button-down shirt exposing your boobs.

“Still being a naughty girl who doesn’t wear a bra, hm?”

He asked pinching one of your nipples and you moaned in response. He was pleased with that, you heard the zipper of his pants undoing and his cock jumping out of his underwear, hard, big and thick, none were comparable enough. Your mouth watered.

His hands opened your legs and he removed your panties, placing the item in his pocket. His long, thick fingers passed through your already wet pussy and pressed your clitoris, starting to make circular movements, you bit your lip, holding back your moan, his hands grabbed your neck, making you startle.

“Don’t hide it. Don’t keep it.”

He positioned his member at your entrance and thrust himself inside at once, you screamed, feeling your pussy being widened by his cock, it had been a while since you had sex with someone.

“I missed my little slut’s tight pussy so much.”

He said, throwing his head back, he was holding your neck as an impulse to make quick and rough movements inside you, the bed was banging against the wall and Mark's hips were against you, the scandalous sound of your moans joined with these noises along with his low sighs and moans.

"Please..."

You asked feeling your eyes water.

“Please, hm? You will cum only when i want.”

He pulled out of you and turned you around on the bed, leaving you exposed.

“So perfect, you are mine.”

He praised before thrusting himself inside you again, you moaned loudly against the pillow, his hands alternated between squeezing your waist and slapping your ass. You couldn't hold it in any longer.

“Mark!!!”

You called his name, this gave him more motivation to increase the pace inside you.

“Cum for me, cunt”

He spoke, pulling your hair and you felt spasms throughout your body as you came on his cock, he gave a few more thrusts before melting inside you, muttering some swear words, you moaned softly, feeling the hot liquid fill you, he came out of you and you fell onto the bed, looking up you saw him with the papers in his hand.

“You won’t need this anymore, darling.”

He said, tearing those papers into little pieces, he was right, you certainly wouldn't report him anymore. Mark lay down on the bed behind you and grabbed your waist, placing light kisses on your shoulder.

"I love you."

“I love you too babe. Don't leave me again never.”