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menfinelikewine · 3 months ago
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nathiegraph · 1 year ago
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Boyd Holbrook
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beyondilf · 2 years ago
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A Day with Boyd Holbrook
Driving to your favourite & most secluded swimming spot in a beautiful sunny day, middle of spring and summer.
The sun is warm enough to heat up the top of the water layer, and warm enough to feel comfortable above water. It gets a little cold when you both get into it, though. If only there was something you could do to keep both of you warm...
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film-book · 10 months ago
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THE BIKERIDERS (2024) Movie Trailer 2: Tom Hardy, Austin Butler, & Jodie Comer Clash over their Allegiance to a Biker Gang https://film-book.com/the-bikeriders-2024-movie-trailer-2-tom-hardy-austin-butler-jodie-comer-clash-over-their-allegiance-to-a-biker-gang/?feed_id=122755&_unique_id=65e4a94711f19
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reddnslymmproductions · 2 years ago
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Vote for your faves by February 10th!
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fletchasketch7893 · 6 months ago
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(Spoiler Alert for Logan) [Content Warnings: Graphic violence, blood and sliced flesh, torture,flashing lights and loud noises, sadness/anguish, alcohol and drug use] Song: "The Fragile" by ‪@NIN‬ {Double gift edit}
Side notes: = This is a Christmas edit for my father and my sister, who really remind me of the two leads of this movie. = My dad loves Nine Inch Nails, and I figured what better band would there be for a man with long metal claws? Plus, the song's themes, lyrics, instrumentation, and all around vibe fit Logan better than anything else I could think of. = It's also an interesting coincidence that "Hurt", a song by NIN that was covered by Johnny Cash, was used for one of the Logan trailers! It all comes full circle. = I really struggled with the decision whether to make this a wolverine retrospective, or just focus on Logan, the final film. I ultimately decided to go with just Logan, as this would make it easier to find footage and make a cohesive edit, and it would also be less demanding storage-wise. I did, however, include a quick couple of shots from earlier movies as a tribute.
= This also happens to be one of the best audio edits I've ever done. It is, from my opinion, incredibly smooth considering I had to rearrange and cut out major chunks of the song for timing purposes.
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nospoilerreviews · 1 year ago
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Rather than being a simplistic black comedy, Vengeance has real layers of depth to offer much like Taylor Sheridan’s Hell or High Water. https://is.gd/J5GUdI
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etcemais · 2 years ago
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[🎬] Novas imagens de Indiana Jones e a Relíquia do Destino.
O filme estreia no dia 30 de junho.
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filmsnobreviews · 2 years ago
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Check out our review of Vengeance. A writer from New York City attempts to solve the murder of a girl he hooked up with and travels down south to investigate the circumstances of her death and discover what happened to her. #movie #cinema #film #vengeance #bjnovak #boydholbrook #ashtonkutcher #indieflick #moviereview #filmsnobreviews https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm3LSt8sbP5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ilovewhiteroses · 1 month ago
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Some random Boyd pics for my dear Kamila @boydholbrook-fan 🥰🥰 (source: pinterest.com)
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boydholbrook-fan · 2 months ago
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The BOOPING is back!
Spread the LOVE and BOOP your favorite and beloved Boopies, your mutuals! Or just anyone! Everyone! Even boop yourself! Or boop the BOOp-o-meter! Keep boopin'!
Oh and Happy Halloween to you all!
Here's a lovely photo of Boyd and his son, Day, both dressed up as Spider-Man for Halloween in 2022! Shared by Boyd's lovely wife, Tatiana!
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And now, let's keep boopin' each other!
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chalamet-chalamet · 1 month ago
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Official character posters for “A Complete Unknown”
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nathiegraph · 1 year ago
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Boyd Holbrook
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toxicanonymity · 11 months ago
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steady as she goes.
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3.5k, Clement Mansell x f!reader | spotify playlist CHARACTER BACKGROUND: He does a lot of crimes but car theft is the only thing referenced. He loves Jack White 🎶. He's sexy and has swagger. Hot clips with audio 🥵 🥵 SUMMARY: He takes you out on his idea of a date. WARNINGS: I8+, unsafe p in v (car), creampie. Praise. Mild hybristophilia (craving that criminal cock). Canon-typical destruction of property. Reader can straddle him. Jack (White) gets cucked (by Clem's vocals). ONE SHOT. A/N: Dedicated to @milla-frenchy: happy 500 followers! 🎉 well-deserved (masterlist). I'm so glad we share an interest in this man. And THANK YOU, gifmakers!! Always inspired by gifs from @boydholbrook-fan, @ilovewhiteroses, and more. Co-written with my partner, "Jordi" 🖤.
A car cruises down your street blasting music, but you don't think it's Clement. It's too early. The sun is just starting to set, and you're fresh out of the shower. It's still an hour before he’s supposed to pick you up. But sure enough, the loud rock music gets close enough to make out the White Stripes. You look out the window, and his classic car is rolling into your driveway with the top down. Shoot. You're not ready. But goddamn, he looks good. Too good to worry much about the time. 
You grab the closest item of clothing - a black slip dress – and throw a silk robe on over it. As you rush down the stairs, the car door opens outside. You wait a minute for him to ring the doorbell, but he doesn't. You stick your head outside and he's reclining with his butt against the passenger door and his arms crossed. You slip on a pair of shoes and go out to the driveway. 
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This man is wild. You can tell already, and you met him just last night.
He came into your bar. You took his order and he said, “Whatever you’re drinkin’.”  You were only drinking coke with grenadine, but to your surprise, he nodded without hesitation. You made the drink and watched him take his first sip. “Man, this shit ain't bad,” he said. He had big energy, and his presence really commanded the room despite how casual and carefree he acted. He put the Raconteurs on the jukebox.
Throughout the night, you felt his eyes on you and had a few tense moments. His hand grazed your hip as you passed each other. When you came to give him a refill, he introduced himself before going to play pool. At one point, when he was leaning forward to line up his shot, you noticed a gun sticking out of the back of his pants. You discreetly warned him that the manager would kick him out if she saw it. 
“Keepin’ me outta trouble. That sure is nice of ya, sugar.”
You smile shyly. “Just hide it,” you tell him 
“Why don’tcha come on out and watch me put it away?.” 
His charm was irresistible. 
You quickly found yourself out in the parking lot, pressed up against his car with his nose dragging up your neck.  “Mmm,” he hummed into your skin. “Not every day a lady sees my gun.” You felt something against your hip, looked down, and were startled to see him holding the gun. “It's okay baby,” he reassured you, then opened the passenger door to the car. “Wanna touch it?” 
“That's okay,” you shook your head, still flustered. “It looks nice though.”
“Yeah? How ‘bout I let ya shoot it tomorrow?” he asked as he leaned over to open the glovebox.
“Really?” You asked, heart fluttering. 
He acted like he was mentally debating it, then laid his weight into you against the car again. He rested his hands loosely on your sides. “Really,” he murmured, then leaned in for a slow kiss -- no tongue, but it felt pornographic nonetheless. “Pick you up at eight.” 
Instead of going back inside, he got in his car and peeled off, blasting the White Stripes.
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You take in the view of Clement leaning against his car in your driveway. He's wearing a dark, button-up shirt and a chain. His shapely arms stretch the material. 
“You're really early,” you smile, almost breaking into a laugh. “Wanna come in while I finish getting ready?” 
“I dunno about that,” he drops his hands to his sides, then stands upright and slowly steps forward. He looks you up and down and his voice becomes sultry as he gets closer. “Look ready to me.” 
You assure him it'll only take fifteen minutes. 
“I dunno if I can wait that long,” he murmurs as he comes within arm’s reach. He runs his hands down your sides, his expansive palms gliding over the silky robe. 
You suppress a giggle. “You can wait fifteen minutes.”  
“Course I can,” he murmurs, getting right up against you. He brings his mouth to your ear and lowers his pitch.  “But I ain't gonna.” He grabs your ass. “Mmm.” 
Your cheeks heat up. Has he noticed you're not wearing panties? “Look perfect,” he insists. He goes to open the passenger door. All the thoughts are gone from your brain.
You get in the car, no bra, no panties, no jacket. And somehow you feel completely comfortable. 
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Clement rests a broad, veiny hand on your thigh as he drives. His touch is light, and he occasionally takes his hand away to make a turn. When he passes the shooting range and keeps going, you ask, “I thought we were gonna shoot.” 
“Oh we are, darlin'. You're gonna be my gorgeous gunslinger.” He smiles and turns up the music.
He drives to the outskirts of the city, pulls into an industrial area, and parks behind a big abandoned building. There's one flood light and it’s buzzing, casting a flickering white light on the gravel. 
Clement parks and turns off the car, then gets out. He pulls a six pack out of the back seat. You get out and join him at the back fender.
He opens a bottle of PBR beer and takes a swig, then offers you your own bottle from the six pack. 
“I'm good,” you decline.
“You sure?” He asks, holding the new bottle up. It's a Mexican Coke.
“Oh, wow,” your face lights up.
He opens the bottle with a wink and mentions, “didn't have cherry.” 
Your heart flutters and your ears get hot as you accept the drink.   
You sit on the back of his car talking and enjoying your drinks for a while. You shiver and he asks, “you alright?”
“Well, I'm not really dressed,” you laugh. 
“Lucky for you, this car came with a jacket.” He hops off the trunk of the car and reaches behind the driver’s seat. When he returns a few moments later, he’s wearing a vintage brown leather jacket and holding a jacket for you. 
“Looks about right, whatcha think?”  
“Yeah.” You carefully step down off the car. 
"Hold on,” he says and drapes the jacket over one arm. Then he steps in closer and nudges his fingers under your robe, hitting your bare shoulders and giving you goosebumps. He nudges the robe off, and it falls down to your elbows. You take it off. His eyes glue to your chest. You rub your arms. He holds out the jacket for you and you let him put it on. 
He looks you up and down and gives a low whistle. “Perfect,” he nods. Then he steps closer and slips his hands inside your jacket, sliding them along your silk dress, then resting warmly on your lower back. He pulls you into him for a hug. Your erect nipples are poking him through the fabric. He lets out a low growl and pulls you in tighter. A warm, mostly soft bulge presses into you and makes you throb. He noses your hair and inhales as he grabs a handful of ass. 
“Ready?” He asks in a low growl, and you've forgotten what he's referring to. 
“Hm?” You respond. 
“Ready to shoot?”
“Uh, yeah.” It doesn't seem like the safest environment, but there's something sexy about it, too. Your gut tells you he's dangerous, but you like it because he makes you feel safe at the same time. Like you’re not the one in danger. 
“One second.” He grabs something from under the driver’s seat and puts it in his pocket. It looks vaguely flask shaped but taller. It barely fits. Lastly, he gets his gun out of the glovebox and puts it in the back of his pants. 
Clement lights a cigarette, then you walk with him toward the floodlight. He puts his arm around you and offers you the cigarette, but you decline.
“Mmm good girl,” he murmurs with the cigarette still in his mouth. “I can tell ya ain't *too* good though.” 
“Hey. I turned down beer and cigarettes. How do you know I'm not good?”
“Just got that vibe, baby.” He squeezes your arm. “And I sure am glad.” 
There are multiple wide garage doors along the side of the building. You arrive at a door that's lifted up two or three feet.  He holds it at the bottom and slides it up another foot or so. You still have to crouch down, and you hold your dress and the jacket against your bare thighs as you do it. It's spooky inside. Way too dark, and the space is derelict. 
Once Clement's inside the building with you, he pulls a string hanging from the above. Then he drops his cigarette and the sparks bounce over a dirty concrete floor before he stops it out. Several bulbs buzz awake along the high ceiling, evenly spaced but far apart. The furthest one is against a half painted brick wall. There are crates stacked up along some of the walls and a few in the middle of the space. As you get closer, the light clearly illuminates a host of bullet holes in the back wall. There are also casings on the floor. On the wall to your right, some of the windows are busted out. 
He takes his jacket off and lays it on a crate against the wall. He removes his gun from his pants and puts his leg arm around you as he shows it to you. It’s a silver gun with two swallows engraved on the handle. The birds have their wings spread and are facing each other. 
“It was my daddy’s,” he says. “Only thing Mama saved for me.”
His face hardens and he turns and aims toward the back wall, triceps bulging under his shirt. He pulls the trigger. The gunshot is loud, but not as terrible as it could be. Debris bounces off the wall.
He hands you the gun, and. you accept it apprehensively.
“Are you sure this is okay? Here?” You have to wonder about people hearing the gunshots, and plus how you're destroying the wall.
“Don't you worry, darlin’. Place won't be around much longer anyway.” 
“Okay.”
“Ever shot a gun?”
“Yeah but I'm rusty.” 
“You'll be fine, darlin’. Go ahead.” You aim it hesitantly, half expecting the entire wall to crumble. Clement gets behind you and braces his hands on your arms. “Steady now,” he murmurs. His body is so close to yours, you get butterflies. Then he puts his arms around you. He doesn’t help you aim right away. He noses your temple and inhales your scent. “Mmm,” he hums. You relax your arms, holding the gun with your elbows bent. Then he plans a wet kiss on your neck. “Can’t help myself, sugar.” He kisses and sucks at your neck and you moan. He lightly bites you and you take your right hand off the gun to reach back for his head. You're gushing, and wonder if it's going to run down your legs at this rate.
“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head. “Wanna see ya shoot first.”
You let out a disappointed sigh, and he rests his hands on your hips. He presses his pelvis forward, and a hard shape in his pants gives you a rush of need. He murmurs, “You feel that? Oooh.” His hands on your hips pull you back on his bulge. “You can have it when you're done.” 
You compose yourself and aim the gun again. He slightly adjusts your arms and directs you toward an unblemished patch of paint straight ahead, just above the exposed brick. “Hit that, and we’re done.”
It only takes you one shot.
“Well hot damn!” He celebrates. “Look at you.” You hand the gun back to him. He slinks around you, hugs you from behind again, and murmurs “don't even need my help, do ya,” then kisses your neck again. “Let's go,” he says into your skin, then retrieves his jacket from the crate. As you're walking back toward the garage door, he turns around and starts walking backwards and whistling. You glance back and he's pulled a bottle of lighter fluid out of his pocket. He's trailing the liquid as he walks. 
Your heart jumps to your throat. “What are you doing?”
“Ohh, don't worry, darlin’. It'll burn slow at first. Plenty’a time to get outta here.” He holds the garage door up for you to duck under. He flips the lid of the lighter fluid closed and crams it back in his pocket. 
You back away as he takes out a matchbook. He lights a match and drops it into the lighter fluid. The fire races under the garage door and Clement’s eyes are beaming darkly in the glow of it. After a moment, he says, “Woo! Lets go, baby.” You're speechless, and very turned on. He takes your hand in his and charges toward the car. His stride is so long, you're nearly jogging to keep up.
“Hahaaa,” he laughs to himself as he gets in the car. He revs the engine and turns on the music. He pops a breath mint. He sings along with Blue Orchid, and his voice really isn't half bad. 
“Where are we going?” You ask.
He looks at you fondly for a moment. “Love a woman who's up for adventure.” He puts his hand behind you to reverse.
As he drives by the building, you crane your neck to see. The fire is only a flickering glow through the busted out windows so far.
He turns down the music only slightly. “Stars are out tonight,” he observes. “Know a spot with a great view,” he offers as you exit the property. 
“Ok,” you try to suppress a smile. 
“Yeah!” He yells and peels off on the main road. You look up at the stars with the wind in your hair. Soon, he turns onto another dark road, somewhat winding, uphill.
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He parks in a dark corner of an abandoned office park. It's littered with empty bottles and faded cans. The chainlink fence has half fallen down, and there are a couple of steel drums. Clement gets out of the car.   With most of this part of town abandoned, the light pollution isn't very close. You're up on a hill now, too. 
He takes the lighter fluid out of his pocket, squirts it in the barrel, and drops the plastic container in with it. Then he lights the matchbook on fire, drops it. And a blaze quickly grows in the barrel.
Then he gets back in the car and moves the seat back. He leans over and pulls you in for a heated kiss. Then he pulls back and murmurs, “Now get over here” as he takes off his jacket. 
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Thankfully, the car is roomy and so are the seats. You take off your jacket and put the robe back on. The air is cool and crisp and feels fine. As you climb over to straddle Clement, he greets you with his hands on your thighs. He slides his palms all the way up the backs of your thighs and reaches your bare ass. Then he lifts your little slip dress and says “God *damn*,” at the sight of your bare cunt.  “If I knew this. . .”
“You didn't let me get ready,” you lightly punch his chest with a hint of laughter, cheeks burning. He chuckles.
“Well good. Guess I'm *never* gonna let ya get ready.” Your heart flutters at the implied future. He sticks his left hand between your legs and cups your bare cunt. “Oh, baby.” You hover above his thighs while he leans back and unbuttons his pants, then unzips and pulls them down to expose a massive bulge in his white briefs. Your breath hitches at the sight. 
He grabs your ass and pulls you forward so your crotch meets his cotton-clad bulge, and a shock of desire spreads through your body like fire. He thrusts upward and you moan at the contact of his warm, hard, package. He kisses you and uses his hands on your hips to rub you against him with your mouths connected. He breaks the kiss with a sigh and says, “Fuck, let's go.” He shoves his hand down his briefs and you allow him the space to take out his commanding cock and balls. Your mouth falls open. 
“Not as huge as it looks,” he reassures you. “Gonna love every inch of it.” You nod. It's the girth that has you wide-eyed.
“Oh you're drippin’ on me, sugar.” He lets his thick manhood rest against his lower belly and pulls you in so your clit presses against his warm, smooth shaft and you’re aching to have him inside you. “Let’s feed this hungry pussy already.” 
He holds his cock as you hover over it then begin to slowly lower yourself, getting closer to entry. You pause, and he runs his tip through your dripping folds and helps spread the slick down his shaft. Then he nestles his tip at your entrance and you twitch. 
You begin to sink down on him, with his tip spreading you wide open. “Mmm,” you whine. 
“Yeah, good girl. . . you can take it, baby.” It's every bit as big as it looks. You sink down, feeling taken apart in the best way, and he pulls you down flush. 
Speared on his engorged cock, pleasure races through your chest and thighs, out to every inch of your body. 
“You good?” He asks, chest heaving. 
You rise up then sink back down.
“Attagirl,” he murmurs. “want ya to hear somethin’.” He reaches for the tape deck and changes the cassette. He presses play and it's Ball and Biscuit by the White Stripes. 
“I know this one,” you smile. It's a sexy, languid alt blues song. 
“Just wait for the next one,” he murmurs, looking at you with a raging lust in his eyes. His cock twitches inside you. He pulls your face into his again and lifts his hips, pushing farther into you. You've never felt so full. “Oh baby,” he breaks the kiss. “You feel so good.” His face is so handsome in the flickering fire light. His blue eyes look almost black. The slice of bare flesh in his eyebrow is too sexy. You run your hands through his hair and he groans at the light rake of your fingers against his scalp.
He lifts into you to the beat of the song. You begin to roll your hips in sync with him. 
“Ohhh, yeah,” he breathes. Part of you wants him to lose control and ravish you, but this slow fuck is perfect for the intense stretch of your cunt around his cock.
You kiss and moan as your bodies move together, and the pleasure swells deep inside you, all around his cock. He nudges the silk robe off your shoulders and pulls down the straps of your dress. He groans at the sight of your breasts. He covers one with a hand and one with his mouth and his whole body is moving in time with the music. Your chest feels light. For the rest of the song, your body is wrapped around his, and his hips are slightly lifting you with each thrust.  
The same song starts over, but it's not the same singer. The voice is smoother, deeper than Jack White’s. You pull your head back to listen. Clement studies your face, and it takes you a few seconds to recognize the vocals. It’s him, Clement. 
“Holy shit,” you mutter, and his face comes to life. “Your voice is–God.” It's hard piecing sentences together impaled on him.
“You really like it,” he marvels. 
“Of course I do, it's . . . perfect.” 
His eyes soften with affection and he kisses you deeper, smoothly thrusting. He seems to take up all the space in your body. 
The passion between you intensifies until it might burst. You need all of his body. You break away from a messy kiss to undo one of his shirt buttons, then another, and he unbuttons the rest in a hurry, and leans back against the chair as you spread his shirt. His chain sparkles in the firelight. It's hanging slightly above a chest tattoo that has the same birds as the gun. His tan skin glistens in the flickering glow.
You plant your hands on his hard pecs to ride him. The movement of his hips becomes more pronounced, and soon he's taken over. He thrusts upward sharply but smoothly and starts fucking you from the bottom, grunting and sighing. He pulls you down on him each time he thrusts. You moan, feeling like you're on the brink. 
He pulls you close again and kisses you sloppily while your bodies move as one. “Clem, I'm gonna–”
“Mmm,” he cuts you off. He grunts and moans against your mouth. He's close too. 
“I'm gonna fill ya up, baby. . .You want that?” he pants. 
You nod.
“You want big Clement dribbling’ down your thighs?” 
You nod urgently.  
“That's my girl.” His massive hands move you on his cock, and you whimper as you begin to unravel. You clench around him, and he fucks you through it. Then he grunts as he thrusts upward “nngg—ohhhh, uugggh.” He pulses into you, warmth spreading in your core as you finish choking his cock. 
You collapse into his arms and twitch with aftershocks as he cradles your head. After a minute, you're still impaled on him and he says your name. You pull your head back. 
He looks back and forth between your eyes. A firetruck siren interrupts you. There are more sirens in the distance. Clement shifts his head to look past you, through the windshield, through the broken chain-link fence. His eyes illuminate warmly and he breaks into a small smile. You look behind yourself to see a building on fire in the distance. It's now half engulfed in flames. 
What a view. This man is wild, and you can't get enough of him. 
-------- -------- Thank you so much for reading!! If you want, you can subscribe to notifications on @toxicfics for all my fics. If you want to be on a Boyd Holbrook character tag list lmk but fyi I sometimes write dark. I have a dark fic rn called The Raid with Steve and Javi. Javi captures reader to make her get clean (off drugs) and she's very horny for them. Steve shows up in part 2, then he has his own PWP one shot, Javi isn't home. Series ongoing.
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film-book · 6 months ago
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Film Review - THE BIKERIDERS (2023): Jeff Nichols' Film Has a Plot That is Light on Gas but Performances That Almost Drive it Home https://film-book.com/film-review-the-bikeriders-2023-jeff-nichols-film-has-a-plot-that-is-light-on-gas-but-performances-that-almost-drive-it-home/?feed_id=137825&_unique_id=667a32f83db42
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milla-frenchy · 14 days ago
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