#Ty Shaw

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

[bludpudding]

I need boyd to get back into androgynous modeling because GODDAMN does queen know how to serve

[emmcfrxst]

more pictures of boyd holbrook in his model era that make me feel like chewing on glass

[boydholbrook-fan]

Boyd and his characters + hugs ❤️

Also, if you see this post, consider yourself *hugged* and loved ❤️

[crxw1ey]

just watched Vengeance for the first time and oh my god! I didn't expect to love it so much! i even teared up a bit at the end, overall ☆☆☆☆ on letterboxd!

[ilovewhiteroses]

Boyd as Ty Shaw in 'Vengeance' - GIFs by me

[sigurism]

Boyd Holbrook Vengeance Dir: B.J. Novak

[the-everqueen]

Oooh for the ask anything… what do you think is each Holbrook character’s most embarrassing kink (at least, that they consider embarrassing)?? 🙂‍↕️👀

lmao this is hilarious. okay.

the corinthian: i'm not convinced the Corinthian can/does feel shame. honestly it's not even a kink, he's just embarrassed he went to his knees that fast when Dream came to unmake him the first time.

donald pierce: every single kink this man has is (in his opinion) embarrassing. bondage. (done right - i think it could easily stomp on some triggers but some cuffs and collar action, maybe some shibari? the artfulness/making him into art would be erotic.) feminization. 24/7 TPE. orgasm denial. praise kink. i don't think he would admit any of these, they'd either have to be forced upon him or sussed out by his partner reading between the lines. also he'd complain/balk/protest the entire time. meanwhile, what he SHOULD be more ashamed of is his music taste.

ty shaw: once again, don't know if Ty feels shame. he seems pretty at ease with himself and his choices. maaaaybe dub-con or non-con shit: he knows the etiquette and he cares a lot about consent when it's other people. unfortunately getting shoved/hit/forced gives him a raging boner. he justifies this to himself as, "isn't it *technically* consensual if you know it's a turn on?" no, Ty, and you know it's not.

quinn mckenna: "why does nebraska call you babygirl" / "how about we shut up for a bit." <- what came to mind IMMEDIATELY. anything where quinn is made to feel soft/cared for. lowkey when he and his wife were together, he'd be pathetic when he had a cold because she made him soup. (meanwhile, when he actually had like, walking pneumonia, he ignored it until she made him go to the ER because he thought he was being a wuss.)

clement mansell: also doesn't feel shame. clearly.

john mcbride: i haven't seen this movie but uh. i'm gonna say prostate milking.

[gayghoulsthings]

Watched Vengeance last night and all I have to say is ✨him(bo)✨

[andy-15-07]

Stitches in the Heart

pairing: boyd holbrook x reader

word count: 2071

Requests are open!

It had been a while since Boyd Holbrook left for filming in another country. Weeks had turned into months, and with every passing day, Y/N found herself feeling the weight of the distance between them. At first, the texts and calls had been enough to bridge the gap. But as time wore on, the little things started to unravel. Boyd's new role in a big-budget film was requiring more of his time, and the new cast, a stunning co-star with a reputation for flirting, only added to her insecurities.

Y/N tried to keep herself busy, working on her own projects, catching up with friends, but it wasn’t the same. There were moments when she would scroll through her phone, seeing pictures of Boyd with his co-star, and the knots in her stomach would tighten. Today was one of those moments. Boyd had posted an image of him with her—his co-star—at an event they had attended together. They were standing close, smiling with their arms around each other.

It wasn’t a big deal, Y/N tried to convince herself. It wasn’t anything more than just a picture. But the way the co-star had leaned into Boyd, the look in her eyes, the way her hand rested on his chest, set something off inside Y/N. She couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy creeping up on her.

Unable to sit still, Y/N grabbed her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she unlocked it. She found Boyd’s contact and hit the call button.

Boyd was in the middle of a meeting when his phone buzzed, the name of his long-time girlfriend flashing on the screen. His heart skipped a beat. He smiled, his thoughts instantly drifting to her. He quickly excused himself from the conversation, stepping out of the room to answer.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Y/N’s voice cracked, a mix of frustration and hurt in her tone. “Boyd... What the hell is going on?”

Boyd furrowed his brow, walking down the hallway to find a quieter space. “What do you mean? What happened?”

“Why are you letting her get so close to you?” Y/N snapped. “I saw the picture with your co-star. You were practically cuddling her, Boyd! What the hell?”

Boyd’s chest tightened. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew that the jealousy was part of the distance that had begun to grow between them, but he never thought it would come to this. He had always reassured Y/N that there was nothing to worry about, but now, her voice—laced with hurt and anger—made him feel helpless.

“Babe, please... it’s not what you think. She’s just a co-star, nothing more. You know I’d never—”

“You don’t get it, Boyd! She’s flirting with you!” Y/N interrupted, her voice rising. “And you're just letting it happen! You don’t even see it, do you?”

Boyd’s heart sank. He had seen the tension, the way his co-star had been overly friendly with him, but he never once entertained the idea of anything happening. He was in love with Y/N, had been since high school. They had been through so much together, and this distance was already difficult enough without the added strain of suspicion.

“Y/N, listen to me,” he said gently, trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re my girl. I’ve always been loyal to you. She’s just... part of the job, okay? It doesn’t mean anything.”

But Y/N wasn’t listening. Her voice cracked, a sob escaping as she continued, “I don’t want to be with someone who makes me feel like this, Boyd. You’re never here, and when you are, it’s like you’re not even really here. You’re always so busy with her, and I’m just... I’m just here, waiting for you to come back, to see me, to remember me.”

Boyd’s stomach dropped. He hated hearing her like this. He couldn’t stand it. She had every right to feel hurt, but he needed her to understand.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like that. I’ve been trying my best to balance everything, but I never meant to make you feel second. You’re my priority, always,” Boyd said, his voice soft and reassuring. “You have to know that.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Boyd could hear Y/N trying to compose herself, the sound of her breathing shaky. The tension between them was unbearable. Finally, she whispered, “I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Boyd. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”

Boyd felt a pang in his chest, the words cutting deeper than he expected. He knew he had taken Y/N for granted, assuming that no matter how far apart they were, their bond would hold strong. But now, with the doubt settling between them, he realized how much he had been neglecting her needs, her feelings.

“I’m coming home,” Boyd said quickly, the decision firm in his mind. “I’ll be on the first flight back. Just wait for me, okay? We’ll talk, and I’ll make this right. I promise.”

But before Y/N could respond, the call ended. Boyd stood there for a moment, staring at his phone. He had to fix this. He couldn’t lose her over something so trivial, something that should have never been an issue in the first place.

The flight felt like it took forever. Boyd spent the entire time restless, consumed with worry. His mind raced with thoughts of how he would fix things, how he could make it up to Y/N. He had messed up, and he knew it. But he also knew that he couldn’t let this slip away. She was the one. She had always been the one.

When he finally arrived home, Boyd rushed out of the airport and into a cab, all he could think about was getting to her. He knew she had every right to be upset, but he wasn’t prepared for how badly it hurt to see her in so much pain.

When he arrived at their apartment, he didn’t even bother with the key. He knocked frantically on the door, his heart pounding in his chest.

A few moments later, the door creaked open, and there she was. Y/N, wearing one of his hoodies, her eyes red from crying. Boyd’s heart ached at the sight of her, but he didn’t say anything. He just pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the hurt.

“I’m sorry,” Boyd whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant for you to feel like this.���

Y/N stiffened for a moment but then slowly relaxed into his embrace, her hands clutching the fabric of his hoodie as she sniffled.

“I... I don’t know what to believe anymore,” she murmured. “You’re so far away, and it feels like I’m losing you.”

Boyd gently pulled back, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His hands cupped her face, and he gazed into her eyes with a raw intensity. “You’re not losing me, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot. I’ve been so focused on work, on everything else, that I forgot what’s important. You are what matters to me. I love you. And I will prove it to you, every day.”

Y/N’s lips trembled, but she didn’t say anything. Boyd leaned in and kissed her forehead, then softly kissed her lips, his hands holding her gently, as if she might break. He was desperate to make her feel secure, to show her that there was nothing in this world that would make him leave her.

After a long moment, Y/N pulled away, her eyes still wet with tears. “I don’t know how to trust you anymore, Boyd. You don’t understand how hard this has been for me. I can’t just pretend like everything’s fine.”

Boyd swallowed hard, the weight of her words heavy on his chest. He nodded slowly. “I get it. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. But I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N. Just don’t give up on us. Please.”

Y/N looked at him, her gaze searching, before she finally nodded. “I’m not giving up on us, Boyd. But you need to show me that you’re still here. That you’re still... ours.”

Boyd’s heart swelled with relief. He knew this wouldn’t be easy, but he was ready to put in the work. He would show her, prove to her, that she was his everything.

And as they stood there, in the quiet of their apartment, Boyd knew that he would never let her go again. Not now, not ever.

The following weeks were a whirlwind of apologies and reassurances. Boyd was a man of his word. He canceled the rest of his filming schedule, returning home to Y/N. He spent every waking moment with her, showering her with affection, showering her with gifts, and most importantly, showering her with his attention. He made an effort to be present, to truly be there for her, to listen to her fears and insecurities.

He took her on long walks in the park, holding her hand tightly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. He cooked her favorite meals, filling their apartment with the comforting aroma of home. He spent hours curled up on the couch with her, watching old movies, their bodies pressed together, the silence between them filled with a comfortable intimacy.

Y/N, initially hesitant and guarded, slowly began to thaw. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine remorse in his voice. She saw the effort he was making to reconnect with her, to rebuild the trust that had been so fragile.

One evening, as they were lying in bed, Y/N turned to him, her eyes searching his. "I'm still scared, Boyd," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "What if it happens again? What if you go back to work, and you forget about me again?"

Boyd pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "I won't let that happen," he promised, his voice firm. "I've learned my lesson. I won't let anything come between us again."

He paused, his gaze intense. "I know I messed up, and I'm truly sorry. But I also know that I love you more than anything in the world. You are my everything, Y/N. You always have been, and you always will be."

Y/N felt a tear roll down her cheek. "I love you too, Boyd. More than words can say."

As the weeks turned into months, the shadow of doubt that had hung over their relationship began to fade. They communicated openly and honestly, sharing their fears and insecurities with each other. They made a conscious effort to spend quality time together, to cherish every moment they had.

Boyd found new ways to keep in touch with Y/N while he was away on location. He sent her constant updates, silly videos, and even a few love letters. He made an effort to schedule regular video calls, making her feel connected to him even when he was thousands of miles away.

Y/N, in turn, learned to trust him again. She saw the changes he had made, the effort he was putting in to maintain their relationship. She saw the love in his eyes, the unwavering devotion in his heart.

One evening, as they were enjoying a quiet dinner at home, Boyd surprised Y/N with a small velvet box. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring.

Y/N gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Boyd..."

He took her hand, his voice trembling slightly. "Y/N, I know we've been through a lot, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life. You are the most amazing woman I know. You are my best friend, my confidante, my love. Will you marry me?"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. She nodded, speechless, her heart overflowing with joy. Boyd slipped the ring onto her finger, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

As they embraced, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their happily ever after. They had faced their challenges, they had overcome their doubts, and they had come out stronger than ever. Their love story, once threatened by distance and insecurity, had emerged even more beautiful, a testament to the resilience of their bond.

[honey-im-hotdog]

Make Me Melt 

Ty Shaw x reader

Author’s Note: Look this is short, I know. BUt there is nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, for this man and I have to change that damnit! He deserves better, this sweet angel baby! I hope you enjoy! 

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know.

Words: 0.7k  

Warnings: pet names (baby, darlin’, and sweetheart); mention of cotton candy; the fair; earrings, but could be read as clip-ons or the pierced kind (and even then the type of earring isn’t specified); fluff, like too much. I think that’s all. 

Summary: A little sweet moment between reader and Ty while they’re on a date at the fair.

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“Oh, look!” You grab Ty’s hand and start tugging him along, “C’mon, c'mon!”

He chuckles as you somewhat manhandle him to the booth with handcrafted jewelry. He seriously can’t get over how excited you are—how excited you’ve been all day, honestly. When he had first suggested going to the annual fair for a date, he hadn’t expected you to jump at the idea. And even then he had wrongfully assumed you two would mostly walk around, enjoying the colors and sounds and smells, and the joy radiating throughout the place. Maybe go on the ferris wheel, let him win some stuffed animal for you.

But oh boy, was he way off! If he had been any less enamored with you, he’d probably complain about his hand cramping from how tight you’d squeeze it in excitement. You had nearly bounced in your seat the whole way to the fair since he picked you up; and then squealed every time you saw something you wanted to check out. And to think that you hadn’t even made it to the cotton candy stall yet…

“Ooh. These are so beautiful!” Ty zones out as you converse with the girl manning the stall. He can’t take his eyes off you. The pure joy vibrating off of your body is enough to fill the place single-handedly. He finds the lights and colors reflecting in your wide eyes more beautiful than the actual thing. For the hundredth time that day, Ty asks himself, how did I get so lucky?

He zones back in when you let his hand go to pick up two earrings, one on the daintier side, and the other chunkier.

You hold each one up to your ears and look in the small mirror attached to the stall. “Hmm, they’re both so pretty. I don’t know,” you blink at your reflection. Turning to your boyfriend, you ask him what he thinks.

Ty’s first reaction is to giggle at how serious you look, but then he schools his expression into a faux serious one, with his lips pouting and brows furrowed. He lightly pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your face this way and that, as he hums. “I like this pair,” he indicates the ones in your right hand.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. Frames your face better,” he gives a too-serious nod.

You laugh and pivot back to the girl, handing over the pair he had picked out and putting the other one back. “How much?” you ask as you look down into your tote bag for your wallet. However, when you turn to hand over the money, you notice Ty having paid already.

When you whine out his name, he chuckles and replies with: “Lemme treat ya, baby.”

And god, does the way he says “baby” melt your insides.

Ty throws an arm around your shoulders as you both move on from the booth. You’re still admiring your newest purchase when you feel your boyfriend tug you to a stop. Looking up with a curious expression, you’re met with his brilliant smile.

“Well? C’mon, put ‘em on!”

You smile, a bit bemused, and shrug your shoulders up, “What, now?” He nods in response. You laugh a little as you reply, “Ty, I might need a mirror—”

Before you’re even finished with your sentence, he says, “‘s okay, you got me, darlin’,” like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Your hands, which had been holding up the earrings, fall down to your sides and your shoulders shag, mouth falling open slightly. His words melting you right into a puddle. You lean into him, hiding your face against him, and you whine out his name again, “You can’t just say things like that to me!”

His chuckle vibrates through his chest as he envelopes your shoulders underneath his arms, one hand cupping the back of your head and pulling you tighter into him. “Why not, baby?”

“Because you turn me into goo!” Your hands fist his shirt by his hips and tug him closer. “Stop making me fall deeper in love with you, Tyler!”

You feel his warm breath against your head as he nuzzles you, “No can do, sweetheart.”

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

[bludpudding]

every time boyd isn’t seen for at least a month I feel it is my personal obligation to spread rumors of him being lost in the woods.

I am so glad he finally found his way out of the creek. it’s a tragedy we keep losing him to mother nature.

[lustaffairs]

Masterlist (across the multiblogiverse)

dark!Steve x boss!reader

steady as she goes - Clement Mansell

Cal (Bikeriders) x reader - DEAD DOVE

Amos Jenkins x sex worker

Amos Jenkins x married reader

Donald Pierce x captive reader

Kaden, flight delay

Mo Lundy

Tynan (Beckett) blurb

Series / Parts of Series

The Raid: dark!Steve x reader x dark!Javi

Beach Walks: surf instructor!Billy

Raider: Carter

Boydo Character Requests ✏️ closed

Current characters

Billy (Skeleton Twins)

Clement (Justified: City Primeval)

Donald Pierce (Logan)

John McBride (the Cursed)

Kaden (2/1)

Mo Lundy (The Free World)

Steve Murphy (Narcos)

Ty Shaw (Vengeance)

Will write:

100-1k smutty ficlets. I wanna dip my feet here.

You can prompt w/ pic, gif, or basic scenario.

x f!reader, canon pairings, can try x gn

Will not currently do:

Plot (lmao sorry)

Domestic fluff

Anal

Non-sexual bodily functions

Kinks with rules to follow, like bdsm.

[boydholbrook-fan]

Boyd as Clement Mansell in Justified: City Primeval (2023)

Boyd as Ty Shaw in Vengeance (2022)

Boyd as Thomas Lockhart in In the Shadow of the Moon (2019)

Boyd as Kaden in Two/One (2019)

Boyd as Donald Pierce in Logan (2017)

Boyd as Mohamed Lundy in The Free World (2016)

Boyd Holbrook and his characters - Tank Tops/Sleeveless Tops Edition - part two - version 1

[crxw1ey]

to me this is ty shaw