#peter x mark

[storywriter12]

Ok sooo it looks like I'm putting Mark and Peter together in my story. Well, they will have something

THANK YOU FOR TO EVERYONE WHO HAS VOTED!!!!

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tw : satire, “fatphobia”, sh mentions, yaoi, saw fanfic (part 1/2 it wouldnt all fit) Hoffstrahm:

it was a brisk night, Mark Hoffman had just gotten off from work and was pulling into the Mcdonalds. Classic fatso. He was feeling especially obese tonight, and little did he know that his ex coworker had just been hired (at mcdomalds). As Hoffman pulled up to the Drive-thru, a familiar voice startled him, running a cold chill down his fatroll riden back. “Can i take ur order fam” asked Peter Strahm, who’d just been let off from his job, for his involvement with the Jigsaw Killer. “hello?” his raspy, hourse vocal chords rang out. this was cause a few weeks ago he stabbed a pen through his neck. and he was also let off for watching porn on the job. “uhm… I’ll get 3 big macs, 4 large fries, a cokey wokey, and uhm… a kids meal, chicken nuggets w a boytoy please.” Mark hoffman remarked. “wow, must be a pretty full car, huh?” Strahm chuckled. “no, it’s just me …” Hoffman replied with a sort of depression in his voice that could make even the strongest man weep.

As he pulled up to the next window, Mark handed Peter his card, and when Peter stuck his hand out to grab it, Mark noticed the cuts on his arms. they were red and puffy, some still fresh. Mark winced at the sight, he never wanted to see Peter hurt like that. “why are you cutting those flowers? I know how it feels to do that… please stop… for me..?” Mark looked up at Peter as he said it, who’d begun to cry. His sorrow sobs made Marks heart start to thaw. “I lost everything” Strahm said, “my job, my voice, my diginity, my partner…, even my Grindr account is dry as hell.” He started to grab onto his Mcdonalds uniform, he felt the visor become tight, he felt trapped, alone.. “You’re not alone, Peter, I’m here for you.” Mark started to climb out the window of his car, but his fat stomach got stuck. He wanted to climb inside the Mcdonalds and give Strahm a hug. Everyone always told him he gave great hugs. Lawrence, who was also working at Mcdonalds since Allison took the house, the kid, the car, and even sold his fursuit, he was left with nothing. All he had was his boytoy twink, but since Adam was so depressed all he did was lay in bed and piss into empty mountain dew bottles. Lawrence was yet again the sole provider. “this is a mcdonalds drive thru.” Dr. Gordon reminded them. Mark hoffman tried to look up at Lawrence, but he was halfway through the car door. Peter tried not to giggle, Hoffman was so rotund, so chubby, a living tub of lard, it was hard not the laugh. Tears started to form as he could no longer contain his chuckles. “Do you still want those big macs and shit?” Strahm asked Hoffman. “Yes, can i get a little help here?” Hoffman remarked. “Yeah i’m coming.” Peter came outside, and started pushing the fat rolls back into Marks subaru. Once he was back in, Hoffman invited Strahm to sit with him. “Why do you do such a thing to yourself..” Mark asked. “i-i feel like i deserve it sometimes…” Strahm replied. “all you deserve is the world, baby girl.” Marks hands started to caress his 44 year old thighs, there was something so sexually appealing about this middle-aged man. It was so hot to think about his bunyans, his morgage, his hairy balls. They both started to get hard, a big bulge started to show through Mark’s slacks. Peters boner was much more painful, because he was packing 9 and a half girthy, thick inches. Peter might of been a tranny but when he got that deformed spring roll permanently attached to his downstairs, he wanted to make sure it was worth it. Peter hadn’t even noticed that Mark was hard, because his penis was barely 4 inches. Mark grabbed a hold of Peters belt buckle, fumbling trying to take his pants off. Peter realized this, and immediately dropped his pants, only to reveal some not so whitey-tightys. there were a few shart stains in his undies. Mark looked over at peter, in all his glory, with his sweaty bod and his humongous cock. Mark quickly took his pants off also, showing off his pissed covered boxers. Mark was addicted to piss. He loved pee. He had a total piss kink, and prayed that Peter did too. When Peter looked over at Mark, he screamed. “OH YMGOD WHY ARE UR BOXERS COVERED IN PISS OH MYFOD THEYRE BRIGHT YELLOW OH MYOG EW” he shrieked out of disgust. Mark started to feel turned on and embarrassed at the same time. “Did you bring the food” Marks oval shaped ass asked. “uhm… yeah…” Peter replied. He took out the bag, holding the excessive amount of big macs. He pulled the drinks out too. Mark immediately started digging into the happy meal, only to realize he got a girls toy. “oh mygod. oh my god.” Hoffman stuttered out as he started to freak out. “oh mgof OHM YOGF IS THIS A FUCKING GIRLS TOY. OH MYGOF YOU WORTHLESS PIECE KF SHIT LILL YOUSELF OH MYGOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IM GONNA LITERALLY COMMIT SUICIDE RIFHT NOW!!!!!!” he yelled, his voice bouncing off the corners of the car. “Youve been naughty, very very naughty.” Mark said as he stared daggers at Peter. Peter tried to get out but Mark had locked the doors. “Here.” Mark said, handing Peter two of the large cokes. Peter was puzzled,

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Peter: You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up.

Mark: You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.

[talonboi]

Ok can anyone draw Peter Strahm drag closer to mark hoffman and said fuck you to mark and mark look at him with evil smile

God I love both and I’m hardcore ship both so badly

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tw : piss, SATIRE!!!, uh s🗣️icide, yaoi part 2/2

Peter was puzzled, confused as hell. “Drink.” Hoffman said as he started to guzzled down his big macs, stuffing two in his face at a time. Peter finished both cokes quickly, tense about what could happen next. “Do you want to get it on like donkey kong?” Mark asked. Peter really wanted to bone Hoffman so he agreed. “Yeah let’s do it in the back seat” he said. They began to have sex, Hoffmans tiny itty bitty little shrimp genitals sliding in and out of Peters unwashed butthole. 20 minutes in, Peter really had to piss. “Wait hold on I need to piss real quick.” Peter said, regretting saying anything at all the second the words left his mouth. Mark started to get hot. “pull your drawers up.” Mark demanded, with ill intent. Peter pulled his undies up, his balls sore from all the cheek clapping. “Piss yourself for daddy kitten.” Hoffman ordered whilst touching himself. 10 minutes had gone by, and Peter began to whimper. His bladder started to burn, his body wasn’t working like it used to. Hoffmans left hand started to get sore, so he began pressing down right below Peters abdomen. Strahms fave started to get hot, moments before disaster. Lawrence came by the window, yelling at them to pull up. Lawrence stood there in horror as he witnessed peter pissing himself and mark busting seconds later. He began limping, trying to run away, he was terrified. He then fired Peter as fast as he could. Afterwards, Peter got the notification that he’d been fired. His skin started to feel hot again, and he started to search through Hoffmans glove box. He came upon a pistol, which he then used to shoot himself with. His blood and guts splattered against the inside of Hoffmans gay little subaru. Hoffman snatched the gun out of his cold, dead hands and shot himself twice. The first time didnt go through from all the fat.

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Mark: Peter

Peter: What do you want Mark?

Mark: Can we kiss?

Peter: Oh, you want a kiss. You can kiss my ass.

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Mark: okay I look so beautiful in that photo

Peter: THAT’S THE FUCKING “WANTED” POSTER FROM THE POLICE BECAUSE THEY WANTS TO CATCH YOU STUPID

I would love see this getting drawing 😂

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Peter: Honey, you don’t steal things from people to get back at them for eating the last of your food. That’s not how this works. Particularly when it was an accident.

Mark: *aggressively chewing Peter’s last chocolate bar* No, you don’t steal things from people to get back at them for eating the last of your food. I most certainly fucking do