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frenchcurious · 24 hours

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Hoffman X-8 Prototype 1935. - source Celso Rocha Amorim.

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autolykiss · 2 days

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Spider-Man (2002)

Ted Raimi as Ted Hoffman

#spiderman #spider man #ted hoffman #ted raimi #hoffman #ted raimi gifs #spider man 2002 #sam raimi spider man #daily bugle

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ghostvibess · 6 months

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ronycore · 6 months

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#detective hoffman #saw #saw x #hoffman #mark hoffman

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skraldehund · 3 months

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i’m sorry billy

#saw #sawposting #mark hoffman #sawtism #saw fanart #billy the puppet #mark hoffman fanart #hoffman #art #fanart #blehhh :p

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arthestron · 7 months

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I wish I wasn’t only capable of drawing angry bloodied men.

#saw #saw art #mark hoffman #Hoffman #strahm #peter strahm #hoffstrahm #coffinshipping

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bioluminesced · 4 months

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right now ur feeling helpless :3

#saw #saw 6 #saw vi #mark hoffman #hoffman #saw hoffman #saw movies #based off that sick ass lord of the flies cover. U know the one #Love his descent into madness in this movie. He is Out of Contol!!!!!

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gglinaa · 3 months

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#hoffstrahm #coffinshipping #hoffman #mark hoffman #strahm #peter strahm #saw franchise #saw fanart #saw movies

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wenitsiyoh · 6 months

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i feel like everyone collectively forgot hoffman literally cried the first time he kidnapped someone. he isn’t some cold blooded killer. he’s sensitive and he’s human.

#horror #saw #mark hoffman #hoffman #mark hoffman reuther

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tapeworrmart · 7 months

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Excited about Saw X 🐷 rewatched IV and V so I wanted to repost some older art

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cani-bal · 2 months

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Your body will never be found. You will simply vanish.

I put the Cani in cannibalism I hope. Hi guys this is gorey ship art. Hoffman can never see Strahm alive again.

So what will you do, Mark? Devour every part of him to ensure he stays with you forever, even in death.

I love cannibalism as a metaphor for love and obsession it scratches an itch in my brain. Doomed yaoi my beloved.

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goatcheesecak3 · 2 months

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I'm salivating and barking like a rabid dog please let me at him

#this is the peak male form #costas mandylor #detective hoffman #mark hoffman #hoffman #saw #sawposting #saw blog

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psychoffman · 5 days

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Costas Mandylor as Mark Hoffman in Saw 3D (2010)

#saw #saw franchise #saw movie #saw 3d #saw the final chapter #mark hoffman #costas mandylor #hoffman #jigsaw #horror movie #horror film #horror

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ghostvibess · 6 months

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hhhhoffman · 6 months

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the cure

summary: mark comes home late, drained and dejected. you comfort him with your body.

pairing: mark hoffman x f!reader

word count: 1.2k

rating: explicit, 18+

cw: piv sex, rough, comfort, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, orgasm, creampie (dominant!hoffman)

you can also read this fic on ao3

Mark is wordless when he returns home, his eyes dark, hair unkempt, his entire body visibly beaten down and fatigued.

He's late again.

You don't ask him why, only swiftly stride to him, taking him in your arms as soon as he steps through the door.

You missed him.

The tension in his body seems to lessen when you touch him, and he melts into you, sharing his weight with you. Your skin always seems to soothe him, and in truth it does - so soft and sweet scented from the fancy soaps you use in the shower, so reactive and responsive to him. He considers you a balm to his broken mind and aching heart, anticipates your scent, voice, touch when on his way home to you.

Craves you, always.

He places a kiss at your neck after holding a moment to relish your embrace, then inhales deeply into your hair. He sighs, then steps back slightly to take a proper look at you. You smile and reach forward, pushing some of his unruly hair away from his handsome face as your gazes meet. His tired eyes gleam in the lowlight, and you frown in concern at this level of exhaustion in him. He shakes his head firmly when he notices your worry.

So you don't ask. You drop it.

You help him start to undress, still wordless, not needing to speak to understand him and what he needs from you tonight. He shrugs off his coat. You remove his tie with nimble fingers, gently slip his suspenders aside from his shoulders, then unbutton his shirt from collar to hem. You trace your fingertips across the skin now exposed above his undershirt, lightly working your way across the top of his broad chest to the column of his throat. He softly sighs an exhale at your gentle, ghosting touch.

You cradle his cheek, gaze into his eyes. Reverent and adoring. His large hand covers your own as he breaks the silence.

"You stayed up."

You nod.

He tuts and gives a slight shake of his head, now fingering the spaghetti strap of your nightshift. He lets it slip and hang down on your upper arm, your skin electric beneath the tenderness of his touch. He steps forward again, and places a soft kiss at your bare shoulder, and you gasp gently, leaning into him. His arm swiftly circles your waist and his kisses on your throat deepen, his lips and tongue and teeth grazing across the sensitive expanse of skin.

You inhale a sharp moan, one of your hands in his hair, encouraging him closer, the other at his bare back. He grunts as his hands slip to your ass and squeeze at you through the sheer material of your shift. You feel his hardening erection rubbing into you through his pants, and a jolt of hot desire shoots through your core.

You want him. Badly.

"Mark," you groan, his fingers now beneath your night shift, massaging your flesh. "Take me, have me. Use me. Please."

He chuckles into your throat. "So needy."

Then one of his hands is in your hair, pulling your head back with a yank so he can look at your face. "So good to me."

The corners of your lips pull into a smile, which he pecks gently before turning you around and bending you over - holding you down against a waist-high storage cupboard. One of his hands is grasping your arm to your lower back tightly, and you can hear him use the other as he undoes his belt with a metallic click, then frees himself from his pants.

He spreads your legs and hoicks up your shift, exposing your wet, aching slickness to the air. He seems to move so slowly, and you need him now, and you whimper your complaints to him. He aligns himself with you, and teases the head of his cock against your hot, throbbing clit, then returns to your entrance.

"How badly do you want me, baby...?" He asks breathily, his words rich with carnal desire, yet unable to resist making you beg for him.

"I need you. I need you, Mark, please..."

Then it's too much for him to resist, and he's slipping inside of you, your arousal so rich with wetness that he sheathes himself deep inside easily. You both groan with relief, and then after a brief pause, he begins to fuck you.

His rhythm is steady at first, his pace quickening with every thrust, and you whimper at his sweet pounding, so glorious and blissful inside of you. He continues to hold you down as he moves in and out of your cunt, and you mewl and whine, spreading your legs as much as you can, arching into him to take him as deeply as possible.

"My good girl," he praises you, his breathing laboured from his exertions, his pace unrelenting and his strength increasing. "You can take it for me, my sweet girl."

You encourage him with your moans, loud gratified whines that he fucks out of you, his grip on you unyielding, his own groans of pleasure from behind you almost as decadent as the feel of him fucking you. He's vocal tonight, clearly taking out whatever is bothering him on you, and you do take it, you can take it. It feels fucking incredible to take it.

Time bleeds away as you feel that tightening sensation flourish deep inside, that hot pleasure beginning to pool in your lower back with each furious pound of his cock. It builds and builds, the tension an ever-growing carnal torment, and you cry out in bliss as you near your peak.

He grunts as he feels you tighten around him, then gives you his all: pounding you so hard and fast and good until that tension snaps and you cum hard, as hard as he is thrusting into you, powerful and gorgeous and strong.

Your form melts, limber and passive, your body orgasm-struck beneath him. He pauses in his rhythm but continues to hold you still, and you feel his fingers in your hair, grazing tenderly and with care down the clamminess of the back of your neck. Affectionate. You can hear his heavy breathing, and a deep groan of satisfaction.

"That's my girl," he praises, his tone thick with both pride and desire, his own need to be sated spiking, and he begins to move again, and it feels so good and hot and perfect as he restarts his rhythm, fucking you from behind once more.

He uses you, takes his time and his pleasure with you, until your sweet skin and tight heat cure him of all his anguish, until you are all he can see and feel and experience, and when your hot flesh stokes his lust to it's peak and he finishes inside of you with a possessive groan, he softly collapses on top of you - his comforting weight a gratifying heaviness. His lips are in your hair, on your cheek, finding your lips.

"Beautiful," he mutters into your skin, "perfect girl."

He then pulls you to your feet, sweeps you into his arms and carries you to bed, where you spend the rest of the night curled up beside him, his arms around you, your head on his chest, his soft breath on your face, the woody scent of his cologne lingering in your dreams.

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arthestron · 6 months

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Post- heavy workday

#saw #saw art #saw franchise #mark hoffman #hoffman #jigsaw

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