#character: klaber

[breedaboyd]

Boyd Holbrook, Olivier Richters and Mads Mikkelsen in 'Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny'.

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I adore Voller's boys. Klaber is a little, dirty rat man with daddy issues and he's the love of my life.

[ilovewhiteroses]

Evolution of Boyd's bad boys:

2013: Out of the Furnace - Tattooed Guy

2014: Gone Girl - Jeff

2015: Run All Night - Danny Maguire

2016: Jane Got a Gun - Vic Owen

2017: Logan - Donald Pierce

2021: Beckett - Stephen Tynan

2022: The Sandman - The Corinthian

2023: Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny - Klaber

2023: Justified: City Primeval - Clement Mansell

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[evenmyhivemindisempty]

any Boyd fic recommendations?

Absolutely!! It’s a long list, so I’ve divided it up by character:)) And fair warning, my preferences for fics and ships skew dark - I’ve included some major archive warnings, but also read & mind the tags on the associated works!!

Steve Murphy

Don’t Hold Your Tongue by ilookedback

It’s bordering on disrespectful to the label how quickly they’re downing the scotch. It’s one that should be savored, peaty and complex and fucking expensive. But this whole thing is a little bit not about the liquor at all and a lot about the principle of the thing and their private resentment over the ambassador continuing to block every request they’ve tried to make for what feels like the last six months.

And anyway, respect is clearly not of any concern to Steve, sitting as he is in the ambassador’s chair with his feet propped up on her desk. He’s at an odd angle, from Javi’s position on the floor, but he can still see Steve’s bright eyes and lazy-drunk mouth, how his cheeks suck in briefly as he takes a sip of whiskey and rolls it over his tongue to the back of his mouth. He watches his eyes flutter shut and Javi’s reflexes must be impaired because it takes him a second to realize when Steve’s eyes open again and are boring directly into him.

“Hey, Javi,” he drawls. “Truth or dare?”

This one was just so sweet and fun!! Bratty, drunk Steve and first time Stavier vibes! You can’t go wrong with that!

¿y cuáles deseos me vas a dar? by feygeleshmeygele

Peña's hiding something. Murphy's going to figure out what, even if it wrecks his entire fucking life.

(Or, finding out that your partner fucks dudes and losing your mind about it in a completely heterosexual way.)

If you want a gorgeously written Stavier long fic, this is absolutely the fic for you. It’s incredibly sexy, the slow burn is so delicious, and seeing Steve unravel and have to confront his own internalized homophobia is top tier.

The Corinthian

If the Devil Dress You by Mare_Adamantis

This was the crux of fighting the Corinthian, Dream thought. You could fight him. People did it all the time. Sometimes they even won, but the price was high enough that losing at the very least looked easier. Losing was often less painful than what it took to win. Sometimes it was even less humiliating.

All of Mare’s nightmare king Corinthian fics are utterly delectable and wonderfully dark, and this one is probably my favorite. Crossdressing and the Corinthian being the both the most adoring and most vicious monster??

(cw: non-con)

Tame Wolves in Dark Woods by Mare_Adamantis

Instead of a muse, Richard Madoc gets a nightmare.

Not that he knows the difference.

This is a fic that I absolutely cannot read unless I’m in a good mental place, and I mean that as such a compliment. This is incredibly dark, gorgeously written, and exquisitely constructed. Being in Madoc’s head and seeing the mental gymnastics he does to pretend he’s a good person?? Incredible. And I’ve got such a soft spot for imperfect victims, and the Corinthian is so wonderfully messy and sympathetic here.

(cw: non-con)

and when the morning light comes streaming in by romanticallyinept

“Not the first,” Cori manages, after a moment, and Dream hums in acknowledgment. “It’s just… people don’t, usually.”

“Keep you?”

“Want to.”

This one is just so fun and cute!! I don’t typically go for human AU’s, but I was blown away by how much I adore this one. Both Corinthian and Dream felt very much like themselves, despite the light setting and them being human.

A Handle on the Situation by Anonymous

"Isn’t this something that your friends could help you out with? You seem to run around with a sex-positive, anything for a friend crowd.”

“This isn’t something you can ask your friends!”

“Sure it is.”

“I’m not going to just go up to Lyta and say, hey, I need some help on a story! Can I get close and personal with your bits?”

“Don’t know why you can’t. You could say it to me.”

Rose stared, and the Corinthian gave her a faintly injured look.

“I mean, unless we’re not friends. I sort of thought we were, but it’s cool if not.”

Rose needs to do some research on her novel, the Corinthian volunteers to help.

This one is SO good, and it really propelled me into being as big of a Rose/Corinthian shipper as I am. Baby dom Rose Walker figuring out her sexuality and kinks with the help of her nightmare friend/guard dog?? Yes please. (Also. Corinthian with a vagina is HAWT)

Written in Ink and Burn by Anonymous

The Corinthian knows what he is.

Now everyone who looks at him will know as well.

Look, I’m always gonna go a little feral over Dream being a mean boss who feels entirely entitled to the Corinthian’s body, and this one hit on so many levels. Sexy slut-shaming that becomes degradation fast when Dream gets involved? Hell yeah.

Vic Owen

Our Temperatures Rise, I Hear the Devil Outside by Hexate (Hexate2)

Vic can take a lot of punishment. But it wasn't the lashes, the hour bleeding at the pillory, that taught him the law.

This one is vicious in the best way. Check this one out if you’re looking for some incredibly toxic sibling dynamics and Holbrook’s character being one of the prettiest things in the room despite being a greasy, slightly mutilated mess.

(cw: non-con)

weak spot (everybody has one) by doctorkaitlyn

Dan Frost’s heavy footsteps are still within earshot when John speaks again, voice low and steady, like the rumble of thunder on the horizon.

“If you cannot hold your tongue, I will cut it out of your head.”

Again, such a wonderfully twisted dynamic, and excellent writing to boot. Bratty Vic is so fun to read, especially because he’s actually skating on very thin ice with his brother.

Donald Pierce

better the devil you know... by doctorkaitlyn

...than the one that you don't.

or, follows the plot of Logan, but with one key difference; namely, that Pierce and Logan slept together prior to the film's events.

This series is exceptional! The actual sex is so wonderfully dubious and dirty in every sort of way, and we get the treat of seeing it from both Pierce and Logan’s POVs. I doubt it’ll happen at this point, but in my heart of hearts I’m still holding out hope the author might bless us with a continuation!!

Cornered by Anonymous

Logan hasn’t been a good man for a really long time in his opinion. Donald Pierce is probably a worse man in his estimation. So he doesn’t feel particularly bad about taking some of his irritation out the little fucker to really drill into his head what will happen to him if he doesn’t back off.

After I read this fic I had to sit down and just process for a very long time. It is utterly dark and harrowing, supremely fucked up in so many particulars, but if you’re looking for something unapologetically brutal and deliciously raw, this is the fic. Donald Pierce gets put through the wringer in this, and seeing all his affectations and defenses pared away over time is so good.

(cw: non-con)

part time sorry, full time problem by the_everqueen

Logan survives.

He gets a dog.

Non-con pet play?? Non-con pet play!! I think my favorite thing about this is how, from Logan’s POV, this is just the thing he’s doing. Meanwhile, Pierce is going through probably the worst events of his life, and the juxtaposition is so, so good. Pierce is the best scrappy little survivor, and as far as gorgeously imperfect victims go, he is IT.

(cw: non-con)

girl in saskatoon by thefudge

Seven years after the events of Logan (2017), Donald Pierce tracks down Laura Kinney again.

This was not a ship I’d ever considered, but oh god did this fic make me love it. Gorgeously dark and sensual and incredibly bittersweet, and Laura as a feral creature who is so much her father’s daughter is a delight. Also, Pierce being much more mechanized in this is… very hot.

(cw: major character death)

Melancholy by shittershutter

"You're making that face again," Don tells him. "Don't."

"The the doomed lover face, that one. I can't take all the melancholy."

All of shittershutter’s Pierce/Logan fics are absolutely worth a read, but this one is my all-time favorite that I keep going back to again and again. The sex is fucking hot, and the characterizations are top-tier: Pierce’s feral vulnerability is especially wonderful, and his relationship with Logan is so raw and real and achingly human.

The Enemy of My Enemy (is Mine) by SubverbalDreams

With Laura safely (he hopes) off with her friends, Logan’s got some housecleaning to do.

Meanwhile: Pierce fucked up royally, and the Reavers aren’t known for their forgiveness. Especially with such a pretty victim on their hands.

If you want mean, but grudgingly caring daddy dom Logan, SubV is the author!! This is SUCH a tasty fic, the tangle of Pierce’s trauma and desire and shame combined with just how much Logan hates his guts (and is also coming around to him. Just a little.)

(cw: non-con)

after all is said and done i feel the same by spock

Donald's got this theory that people don't ever really change. He himself being the rule, rather than an exception.

Yeah, this one is a pure delight. Pierce is so complicated here, at points pathetic and likable and deeply pitiable. The relationship is so problematic from every angle, but somehow manages to be endearing, too, which is no mean feat! And the ending sends me straight to waterworks city.

(cw: underage)

Eli Klaber

A Sinner In Church by jackelope

what is even the POINT of having evil henchmen if you're not having gay sex with them let's be real

Klaber being from texas is not canon but idk i just thought his accent sounded texan so I went with it. anyways he's a cumslut

This is just hot as shit. Guaranteed good time. Klaber is such an eager to please dog here, not even minding how he’s being degraded. Delicious stuff.

Ty Shaw

The Going Rate by darthpumpkinspice

Ty Shaw needs to get Sancholo in on his plan, but Sancholo isn’t biting.

Fortunately, Ty knows how to be persuasive.

There’s not a ton of Ty Shaw fics out there, so I couldn’t resist sneaking my own entry in!!! If you like Ty being a conniving little sweetheart trying his best to deal with grief, you might just enjoy this!

[kindlistener]

Prompt: Boyd Holbrook character with a pussy getting it filled 🥵 Dealer’s choice on character!

This is great. I love this. I'm guessing you meant to put this ask through to my Boyd sideblog, @breedaboyd.

(Gifs by me.)

Still, more than happy to fill this for you. Actually, I couldn't decide who I wanted to do so you get 5 choices; Danny Maguire, Donald Pierce, Douglas Cleary, Eli Klaber and Peter Kristo.

Danny Maguire

(Gif by me.)

Danny's a pretty, little slut, constantly wanting bigger and fatter toys to pry his pussy open. Thankfully, Duke — his bodyguard, his keeper, his owner — is more than capable of doing just that.

Danny claws at the sheets as Duke sinks inch after inch of his hot cock into the younger man's gaping pussy. It doesn't matter that they've been going at it all morning, his little slut is still hungry.

"H-Hahhn... Duke, please...!" Danny whines, drooling all over the mattress. He feels like he's going to split in half but he just can't get enough.

"What's up, baby?" Duke husks, squeezing and kneading Danny's hips like it'll pull him deeper. A cocky grin creeps across his face. "Thought you liked 'em big." He teases and Danny mewls, throwing his ass back to ride the thick cock splitting his cute, little cunt open. Danny's always been a greedy, little bitch so the squelch of Duke's hard dick pounding into him soaks his inner thighs. Duke seems to be of the same mind, thrusting harder until the bed creaks, threatening to break from the sheer power of the thrusts.

"Ahh! Fuck!" Danny cries out, eyes rolling as he's fucked into the mattress. Hot, burning pleasure burns in his veins as Duke reaches down to thumb at his clit. The stimulation is too much and Danny squirts, cumming all over himself and all over the sheets. His pussy grips around Duke's massive cock, trying to milk an orgasm out of the man fucking him. Danny feels a hot stream of cum flooding him, so much of it that it trickles out of his cunt, even with the fat cock shoved inside, plugging his hole as best he can. He clenches down around Duke, muscles fluttering and clenching, loving the low groan from above him.

"Mmnn... Fuck." Duke sighs, palming at the softness of Danny's belly with a firm hand. "You look gorgeous, baby." The rough, wet sound as Duke's cock is pulled out sends more fluids dripping down Danny's thighs. He's so loose and fluttery after being fucked so good, cheeks flushed and body slumped. But Duke knows he's not finished yet. If anything, the younger man's eyes are full of hunger, of want, a need to be filled and used.

And use him he does, Duke fucking into his lean, little body until Danny can't remember anything but the feeling of the older man's cock tearing through him, cumming inside his filthy, gaping cunt. Danny whimpers as it feels like his belly is being swollen again by the endless amount of cum inside. It's hot and so fucking good but he needs more. He just keeps cumming, like he can't stop, grinding back on Duke's fat cock for what's feels like hours until his pussy's throbbing, sensitive and used and puffy.

"There's a good boy." 

Donnie Pierce

(Gif by me.)

Donnie likes his body mods; piercings, tattoos and all that. He had his ears pierced when he was sixteen and never looked back. Lip, tongue, eyebrow, up and down his ears; most of his face has been stabbed with a piercing needle at some point. And it's not just his face either.

Don had his nipples pierced when he was twenty-seven, after he served and had to have his right hand lopped off. Having his nipples pierced was just a little pick-me-up from having to have his hand off but it ended up being the gateway drug. Donald Pierce collects mods like some boys collect phone numbers.

After his nipples, he had the outer lips of his cunt pierced, rings put in them to spread him open. Most recently, he got the hood of his clit pierced and it's tender and barely healed over and Kurt's so fucking in love with his body it drives Donnie insane sometimes. Kurt isn't judging. Kurt worships Don, loves everything he is...

Don hooks his fingers into the rings either side of his cunt, pulling himself open, laying himself bare for Kurt, practically pleading. Kurt strokes a hand over Don's pretty, swollen pussy, admiring it, watching the way Don shudders at the touch. He sits up, dragging the length of his cock along the smaller man's slick, hot flesh. Don lets out a whine at that, clit twitching and throbbing between his thighs.

"Deep breath, Donnie." Kurt teases, easing his cock into the tight, wet heat of the blonde's pussy. The mutant growls quietly, pushing hard, the sudden stretch making Don cry out sharply, before breaking into a moaning, babbling mess. He can feel the warm, heavy weight of Donnie's hips resting against his pelvis, pierced clit sandwiched between them and occasionally dragging against Kurt's dick.

Don is a fucking mess, stretching himself open, sobbing and moaning into Kurt's mouth. He feels full, fucked and stretched wide, barely able to breathe through how good it all feels. Kurt thrusts gently at first, starting a slow, easy pace for a few minutes, letting Donnie adjust. Then, feeling the blonde relax, he pins him down, pressing his wrists above his head, and speeds up. Fucking him hard and fast and his mouth's usually running a hundred miles an hour but he's silent. Fuck, he's the loudest guy Kurt knows but he's gone; moaning in place of sentences. "Look at you, all trussed up, ain't even able to beg right..." Don chokes on a whimper at that and he has an apology half out his mouth before it dissolves back into more obscenities.

It isn't long before Donnie's cumming hard; clenching around Kurt's cock, wet as anything. The sensation knocks Kurt's rhythm off and it isn't long before his orgasm slams into him and he spills into his boyfriend's willing hole. "Pretty boy. So good for me."

Douglas Cleary

(Gif by me.)

When Jack pulled Douglas into the shower block, lips on his neck, hands on his hips, he was entirely shocked to find out that...well, Doug was a prettier princess than he thought.

He'd pinned him to the tiles and Douglas had been moaning like a whore, writhing, begging Jack to bend him over, but then Jack shoved a hand down his prison jumpsuit and, Christ, there it was. Doug had the cutest, little cunt; tight, puffy, pink, dripping. He looked so scared at first but then Jack pulled off his jumpsuit and boxers and all but bent him in half to eat him out and Doug seemed to calm down some.

God, he tasted amazing, smelled gorgeous, smelling and feeling and listening and tasting the way Doug got sloppy wet around his face, feeling him shudder, hearing him sob and cry and moan Jack's name and beg for him...

He was beautiful and, the moment Jack pushed his cock into him, fucking him proper, he knew then that Doug needed him bad. He was so tight, so hot, so so soft, inner walls twitching and fluttering around Jack's cock in a way that made his toes curl. He'd groped Doug's little, swollen tits, toyed with his clit, gotten him to beg and sigh and mewl, telling Jack over and over again how good his cock was making him feel, stretching him open, making him cry out.

Jack had gone easier on him at first, trying not to push him too far, being more sensual, taking his time, but he came hard, growling, and he couldn't help himself from using Doug's pretty, little cunt, breeding him nice and deep, so much cum drooling from his used, little hole, so gorgeous and soft and cute.

By the time Jack got let out, Douglas had stretched himself open some, made it easier to take Jack's size, took to fingering himself, not quite being able to make himself cum like Jack could.

When Jack got out, Douglas was wanting rougher, wanting frantic, biting hickeys into his skin, leaving bruises, tying him down, even putting a collar on him once.

God, Doug's so gorgeous under him, with his slutty pussy and his precious, little crybaby face. Doug even calls him 'Daddy' once and that has them both cumming extra quick.

He loves his boy, loves taking care of him. And Doug, being Daddy's good little princess, loves every last moment of it.

Eli Klaber

(Gif by me.)

Wolff never clocked Klaber as a man like him; a man with a secret, hidden shame; a man not unlike himself. But Wolff eventually realised that Klaber is something even rarer than what he'd first thought.

When they first slept together, Wolff expected to pull down Klaber's pants and find a cute, little cock surrounded by blonde curls. Instead, Klaber was just like him; swollen, wet, feminine in the most visceral sense. He was cute and blushing and Wolff was even more enamoured. Klaber unbuttoned the medic's pants to find a familiar sight; plump, soft, warm. Wolff was like him. The medic found his way down Klaber's warm body and feasted until the two came in an unseemly rush...

Since then, every night has been the same; fingering Klaber's pretty cunt during dinner until he can't stand it no more and then dragging him up to their hotel room. Wolff pushes the blonde back on the bed and eats him out, deep and slow, savouring every drag of his tongue across his slick hole.

Once the medic works the blonde open to his satisfaction, he's rewarded with fingers working their way into his own slit. The two grind together while they finger each other, desperate, whining, the blood rushing in the blonde's ears as he takes as good as he gives. Klaber's never felt so good before, so comfortable with one of his own, so safe and needed. And loved. Oh God, does the medic worship him.

Eventually Wolff slides their hips together, pressing down hard and rolling his hips against the blonde's until they're both begging to cum. They don't cum so quickly though, putting it off and putting it off until their thighs ache and their stomach muscles burn.

When they finally cum, it's blissful and relieving. Klaber usually cums first, sweet Southern nothings spilling from his lips as his orgasm hits, all at once without warning or mercy. Wolff cums straight after, cute, little moans bubbling up from his throat as he squirts and makes the bed a messy puddle.

When they're both done, Klaber smothers Wolff's cunt with kisses, gently worshipping him, cleaning him up, seeing him through the jolting aftershocks. He wishes it could last forever but he won't have to worry because it'll happen the next night and the night after that and the night after that...

Peter Kristo

Jason didn't exactly know what to think when one of his new patients turned out to be trans. Being trans was a new thing in 1999 and little research had been performed about the 'condition' back then. Peter Kristo seemed to be about as manly as you could be; maybe not macho but tall, bearded, lean. He came to see Jason after being sacked for 'performance problems' at work due to his alcohol and drug abuse. He seemed sweet, quiet, reserved even. A good kid, despite only being a couple years younger.

The first time they fucked, it was in one of the dingy bathrooms in the clinic. Peter was submissive, obedient and desperate, humping up on Jason's leg and moaning. In return, Jason wanted nothing more than to be deep inside him and he was far from limited with his choice of hole, if Peter's file was anything to go by. Peter seemed insistent on telling Jason there was 'something he needed to know' but Jason already knew and soon enough he found himself balls-deep inside a hot, wet boy-cunt, fucking Peter hard and fast over the sink. That didn't scare Peter away though, if anything it spurred him on.

Before long, as he found his footing in recovery, Peter began showing up at Jason's office late in the evenings, practically begging to be put on his hands and knees and bred. It help with the withdrawal, he said. It cleared his head, he said. And Jason pretended he was trying to treat his patient, help him get clean.

It wasn't until one night, where Jason had his head between Peter's shaking thighs, that he realised just how invested he was in it. Peter was quivering and his breathing was shaky as he hid his face in the sleeves of his sweater. Jason looked up and saw the steady stream of slick gushing out of Peter's pretty body. His thighs were wet with it and shone in the fluorescent lights of the office. The smell was overwhelming, sweet and strong, and he pressed a kiss against Peter's outer lips and then dove straight into lapping at the blonde's pretty, little pussy. Peter squealed and moaned, rocking his hips like an overwhelmed virgin and whining loudly. It didn't take long to have him squirting again, this time all over Jason's face.

Jason noticed just how many little things had changed in their dynamic, after that.

And eventually, Jason's got Peter in his bed. The blonde's whining and keening and calling him 'Daddy' under his breath and asking to be held. He looks so tiny in Jason's shirt, in Jason's bed. His legs are long and thin, his waist narrowing drastically, turning into such a fragile set of ribs, a boyish chest and a smooth, sleek neck, the creamy tone broken only by dark hickeys and sharp collarbones. And Jason's realising just how much he adores him; not adores the way his sweet, little cunt flutters around his thick cock, not the way he's moaning and clenching with every slow thrust. No, he loves the blonde for all his complexities.

"Daddy?" Peter pulls Jason's attention back to him. Jason smiles and hooks his fingers behind Peter's knee, holding his thighs apart and admiring the tender, little bud of his clit, simply begging for attention.

"Yeah, baby?" Jason answers, slowly rolling his hips and kissing Peter's temple when the blonde flushes and whimpers. Jason doesn't remember the last time he had anyone this submissive and sweet, his baby boy is so beautiful it hurts. "You wanna stay here with Daddy?" Jason says, and Peter nods, nuzzling the older man's shoulder. Jason sighs gently and slips his arm under Peter, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. They're in too deep but Jason couldn't care less.

[blueeyedcitadel]

I've read everything on the klaber/voller tag and I loved your fic. I just wanna scream about them tbh. Brainrot is strong. What are some of your canon compliant headcanons for them individually and a couple??

Firstly, I’m so glad you loved it and let me know. Nothing warms my heart more than knowing someone enjoys what I create and it’s not just me desperately shouting random things into the void :)

And now to your question.

My number one headcanon is something I’ve already mentioned on AO3 and basically based my fic on (although it’s probably not exactly canon complaint since I’ve heard/read somewhere that Klaber is supposed to be American) and it’s the idea of Klaber saving Voller after his unfortunate encounter with Indiana Jones and the metal bar. Maybe Klaber had been observing Voller for some time already, but felt too awkward to just walk up to him and tell him he shared his cause and found him intriguing. However, he happened to witness how Voller fell from the train’s roof, so he rushed to rescue him, saving his life. And, voilà, here is Klaber’s excuse to approach Voller.

Then, I think Voller is the more fragile out of the two, but also fragile in general. As an illustration I’ll use the scene right before Mason got killed, because she struck Voller’s arm with something (I honestly have no idea what it was) and the only thing Voller did was protecting his face. I mean, he already got hit there once; understandable. But my point is, he wasn’t trying to fight back in any way. He could have grabbed something that was around. He also had a gun somewhere on him for sure. But no. He just stood there, cowering slightly, and waited for Klaber to take Mason down… Klaber may be the lapdog, but – or maybe because of it – he’s definitely the more protective one.

I also like the idea of Voller being sort of incapable of loving another person. Klaber had been gazing at Voller in awe throughout the whole movie, but Voller never seemed to requite. I believe he was aware of Klaber’s feelings towards him, he himself must have been somehow fond of Klaber, otherwise he wouldn’t have kept him around and close, but he was so focused on his plan that he couldn’t properly care about anything or anyone else. I’m not saying their relationship is toxic, though. They’re just complicated.

And lastly, when they were in the cave and Teddy jumped on Klaber’s back, causing his gun to fly from his hands, and then threw the gun to Indy, who immediately started shooting, Klaber and Voller took cover behind the tomb. And Voller handed Klaber his gun (no pun intended). And there are three conclusions that I reached from this – a. Klaber is better at shooting; b. Voller trusts him with his life more than he trusts himself; and c. Voller might be the mastermind and boss, but in spite of everything he possibly believes in, he’s scared to actually take someone’s life, whereas Klaber either doesn’t care (could even enjoy the thrill of it, since – especially earlier in the movie – he wanted to deal with everyone slightly inconvenient by simply shooting them), or does it out of necessity, for he knows that, when it comes to the crunch, Voller is too soft to kill and would most probably die if he was left on his own.

[conradrasputin]

[boydholbrook-fan]

Happy 43rd Birthday, Boyd Holbrook!

First of all, I made gifs from my most favorites of Boyd’s projects: (one gif for each project), posting them in a year of release order (from oldest to the most recent).

Movies + characters:

The Free World (2016) as Mo Lundy

Logan (2017) as Donald Pierce

The Predator (2018) as Quinn McKenna

Two/One (2019) as Kaden

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

Eight for Silver/The Cursed (2021/2022) as John McBride

Vengeance (2022) as Ty Shaw

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (2023) as Klaber

The Bikeriders (2023/2024) as Cal

TV Series/TV Mini Series + characters:

Narcos (2015 - 2016) as Steve Murphy

The Fugitive (2020) as Mike Ferro

The Sandman (2022 - ) as The Corinthian

Justified: City Primeval (2023) as Clement Mansell

And some of my favorite photos of Boyd, there's soooo many of them, I just picked some of them.

And now,

I wish you, Boyd Holbrook, all the best! Much health, love and luck! May all your dreams come true and your life be filled with joy, happiness, great achievements and many happy adventures! You’re an exceptional talent and a phenomenal actor! You’re incredible! You’re such an inspiring, wonderful and precious human being! With a huge heart! A beautiful soul! You deserve all the love and support! You deserve nothing but the best! Because you’re the best! A legend!

Love you and admire you so much! I love, admire and appreciate all the outstanding and hard work you’ve done in your career so far and really looking forward for many many more to come! You’re my absolute favorite actor and one of my most favorite people! I’m so proud to be a fan of yours! You’re a true actor! A handsome man! Sweet, adorable, amazing and humorous person who can brighten up people around you! I’m so happy for you and proud of you! So happy to see how far you’ve made it in your life and vast career! You deserve all the best things in life! Thank you for being who you are, for being you! Thank you for blessing our screens with your exceptional talent! You’re awesome!

Hope you have a wonderful day, on your special day, surrounded by people you love and those that love you! You’re an incredible and such a lovely and kind person! The best! And again, I wanna wish you all the best! Today is your day! Have a beautiful one! Happy Birthday, Boyd! Much love! ❤️❤️❤️🌟🌟🌟

And also, soon to be a 2-time dad! As you and Tatiana are expecting your second child, a girl! Again, huge congratulations to you and Tatiana! I'm so happy for you all! I wish you and your family nothing but the best! I hope the baby is born healthy! ❤️🌟🥰

And again,

YOU ARE A LEGEND, BOYD HOLBROOK! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

[bobbole]

I found particularly interesting that Boyd Holbrook wanted the character of Klaber to be american. From a certain point of view, he's the exact opposite of Indiana Jones: an unscrupulous american with no values, fighting alongside the nazis (i.e. the very enemies that other americans fought a few decades earlier). He doesn't know german, he doesn't know history, he knows nothing except that he wants to belong to something (someone) powerful that has an apparently grand plan to lead him. Klaber is the perfect image of every neo-nazi.

[bludpudding]

what do you think is the boyd characters’ worst habits?

thinking about this from the perspective of living with them. self indulgence

the first corinthian is OBSESSIVELY clean and ALWAYS up my ass about everything being dusted and wiped down and all his little trinkets being in their specific spots. he doesn’t own a lot and tends to steer more towards minimalism with his decor but by god that just makes it easier for him to notice when something’s off.

second cori is dirty as fuck. his clothes are never put away and he trails dirt and blood in on my fucking carpet. his room isn’t so bad to the point you can’t see the floor anymore but trust me it’s getting there. these habits are most likely formed as a result of depression which I completely understand but PLEASE don’t make me clean his stuff there’s all sorts of bodily fluids in his room cave I refuse to go in there

donnie has an oral fixation. if it was anyone else this probably wouldn’t bother me but he keeps scraping his gold tooth against his metal hand and it makes me want to turn myself inside out.

cal is messy in his own right but he always knows where everything is. things often get lost in his chaos so if he’s not around and something I need has gone missing I’m not gonna be able to find it until he gets back. the garage is like a black hole

is ty up to date on internet memes and trends? absolutely not. but that will not stop him from watching tiktok on full volume like he’s 50 years old. I can hear him from every room. he’s the easiest one to live with, though. always very helpful with chores.

klaber just barks a lot

[ahli-stuff]

Ok you know what’s so funny about Boyd’s villain characters is that in his interviews he tries to make them to be the most?? I don’t know the word?? Ugly/cringey kind of people possible

Like him saying klaber’s appearance is supposed to be gross af and him saying clement has atrocious singing 😭

But in reality Boyd is super cute in his role as klaber JDBSKDBD

And clement does NOT have atrocious singing he is rlly not that bad!!

[cheesybadgers]

I went to see Indiana Jones earlier and wanted to laugh so badly at Klaber (Boyd’s character) throwing someone out of a helicopter…

[breedaboyd]

The Club Excursion ~ Klaber

(Gif by me.)

Prompt: Klaber watches Wolff dance at a club or party. Whether Wolff's good or bad at it, Klaber loves watching Wolff's body move and asks Wolff to dance for them privately.

Pairing: Eli Klaber ☓ Stephan Wolff.

Word Count: 4.2k+

CW: Face-sitting, hurt/comfort, lap-dances, oral sex, vaginal sex.

The night is alive with pulsing rhythms as Klaber, Wolff, Hauke and Cyrus step into the club. The bass thumps through the floor, sending tremors up their legs as they make their way to the bar.

It's been a long slog in Berlin but tomorrow they'd finally be heading back to the US and Klaber had insisted on one last hurrah before heading home and, strangely enough, Cyrus had agreed. Finally, something they agreed on.

Multicoloured lights sweep through the dimly-lit room, casting shifting patterns on the dance floor packed with enthusiastic club-goers.

Cyrus, ever the instigator, is quick to grab Hauke's hand and tug him toward the dancefloor, their flirtatious  banter mixing with the music as they disappear into the throng of bodies. (Well, Cyrus disappears. Hauke not so much.) Klaber grins, watching his teammates twirl and sway to the infectious beat, but his attention is on Wolff. He sidles up to the older man, who's nursing a drink at the bar and looking painfully out of place here.

"Come on, Herr Doktor! It's a night to cut loose, enjoy yourself." Klaber says with a nudge and Wolff raises an eyebrow, his blue eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement.

"I'll need a bit more liquid courage before I hit the dancefloor, Klaber. I'm not twenty-five anymore." He replies, taking a sip of horribly cheap whiskey. Klaber chuckles and orders a couple of shots from the bartender, sliding one to Wolff.

"To a fun night?" He offers and Wolff nods, clinking his glass against Klaber's, and they both down their shots. The burning warmth spreads through their bodies, and Klaber can see Wolff's reluctance starting to fade.

A couple more rounds of shots follow, and Klaber keeps up the banter, teasing and cajoling Wolff until he finally relents.

"Alright, alright." Wolff concedes with a laugh. "Let's see what this dancefloor is all about." Klaber's grin turns positively feral and he tugs the older man to his feet and toward the gyrating mass of bodies. Wolff shuffles behind the younger man, slightly unsteady on his feet. They squeeze into a clear spot and start swaying to the music. Wolff lets the rhythm envelop him and starts moving his hips with a little more coordination. Klaber watches him; this tall, gangly, white-haired old man, unsurprisingly, can't dance for shit. But damn if he's not trying.

He's all skinny limbs and angular joints, too soft in some places, sharp edges in others and that doesn't pair well with his unsynchronised, offbeat moves. He looks utterly ridiculous and for a moment Klaber just stands there, watching, captivated because, ridiculous or not, Stephan Wolff is really fucking cute when he's having fun. With every beat that passes, Klaber feels this slight ache blooming inside his chest. It's the first time he's seen the stoic, reticent doctor so at ease, so playful and young.

"What are you looking at, Liebchen?" Wolff asks, giving the younger man a grin so wide it hurts to look at. Shaking his head fondly, Klaber closes the distance between them.

"A complete disaster." He replies as he moves in close, laying his hands on the medic's hips. Wolff laughs, grabbing onto the younger man's biceps.

"I know. There's a reason I need a drink before I step anywhere near a dancefloor." He says, leaning down slightly to whisper in the blonde's ear. "You know, I always pinned you for the type that could dance, Liebchen. All that..." He runs his hands across Klaber's body, across his broad shoulders, down his chest. "...lean muscle, all that agility and strength." Klaber's briefly taken aback. It's so nice, having Wolff's hands on him, but he's not used to it in public. Usually, they have to be so careful in public, not even able to hold hands, but here they are, in the middle of a crowd, and Wolff's feeling him up like crazy with hardly a glance from the other club-goes. It's official; Klaber loves German clubs.

"They have some good clubs in Kentucky. Maybe not so lively as this one but..." He says, wrapping his arms around the German's waist and pressing closer. "Could teach you. Give you a taste of American nightlife."

"If this is a taste of it, maybe I'd better pass." Wolff laughs, a little huskier than before. Klaber replies and Wolff slides his hand to the back of Klaber's head, scratching the short hairs at his nape before gripping firmly and pulling him in for a sudden, rough kiss. Klaber's anxiety suddenly skyrockets as he glances around but, again, nobody seems to care that two men are kissing each other in the middle of the dancefloor. He melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the medic. When the kiss finally breaks, they rest their foreheads together and just sway, riding the shared electricity coursing between their bodies. The beat changes, suddenly, and Wolff laughs, backing out of Klaber's arms. "Think I'm done. I'm getting too old for this." He chuckles as he passes a hand through Klaber's thick blonde hair.

"Then, maybe you could...give me a private dance, when we get back to our room?" Klaber asks, sounding more shy than he wants to. Wolff grins, raising his eyebrows and pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Maybe." He replies. "I'm going to freshen up. Then I'll meet you back at the bar and we can go from there?" He brings a hand to the blonde's stubbly jaw and rubs his thumb along his chin. Klaber nods, smiles at the touch and leans up, giving the older man another, gentler kiss. Wolff smiles back, squeezing his hand before heading toward the washroom.

Unsurprisingly, the bathroom is dingy and damp and, when Wolff steps in, he finds Hauke braced against the sinks, Cyrus on his knees, cock down his throat.

"Cyrus. Hauke." He makes his way over to the sink, turning on the faucet and splashing his face. The younger man pulls off and wipes his mouth.

"Hey, Stephan. How is it out there?" Cyrus asks, breath coming thick and fast, as he works the larger man with his hands. "Didn't think this was your kinda scene."

"It's not." Wolff says as he wipes his face with the sleeve of his wrinkled dress shirt. "It's too busy, too loud, crowded." He says as he turns, leaning his back against the counter.

"Too many people for you, Herr Doktor?" Hauke chuckles as he pushes Cyrus's head back down. The smaller man whines wordlessly at Hauke heavy-handedness and Wolff smiles at the two younger men. He's grown very attached to the both of them and they've grown close, if that wasn't obvious with how blasé he is about this whole bathroom-blowjob situation. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Mhm. It was fun, actually, dancing, although apparently I'm not too good at it anymore." He says, watching Cyrus's enthusiastic ministrations. "Du solltest dir besser nicht weh tun, Langstrom. Ich würde es hassen Ihre aufgerissene Kehle im Hotel behandeln zu müssen.¹" He says and Cyrus just moans, sending hot shivers up Hauke's thighs. "I'll leave you two to it." The doctor says, giving Hauke a pat on the bicep as he leaves the bathroom.

Klaber's stood at the bar when Wolff comes back.

"Ready to head off?" The medic asks and Klaber nods, slipping his arm around Wolff's waist as they head for the exit.

Once outside, Klaber takes Wolff's hand, lacing their fingers together as they make their way back to their hotel.

When they get back to their hotel, Klaber takes a seat on the edge of the bed. He likes this place. For a budget motel, it's nice and the beds are comfortable and, now he thinks about it, this place will be a lot nicer now that he's had a couple drinks and he's got Wolff all to himself. Klaber sits still as the German locks the door, sets down his things and kneels down to take off his shoes.

"So... Uh... How about that dance?" Klaber pipes up with and Wolff smiles at him.

"Do you really want a dance, Liebchen?" The doctor chuckles as he stands, loosening his tie.

"Maybe...just a little?" He asks and Wolff wanders to stand between his legs, running a hand along the blonde's jaw.

"Alright. Let me turn on the radio and see if I can't find something I fancy." He pecks Klaber on the lips and heads for the old analog radio sitting on the nightstand and flips the dials. It takes a couple of moments before he settles on a station, the song slow, rhythmic, sultry. He turns back to Klaber and pulls the ribbon from his hair, letting thick, white locks splay across his shoulders. He pulls his glasses off and sets them aside. "Lap dance? Private, exclusive, just for you. What do you think, Liebchen?" Wolff chuckles as he straightens. "But no touching without my say-so." Klaber gets a good look at the medic's body. He's always so long and lean and his tall frame almost serpentine. He stalks toward the younger man, popping open the first few buttons of his dress shirt. Klaber watches him, biting the inside of his cheek.

He's completely transfixed as Wolff moves, bending and swaying to the music and he slowly strips out of his clothes, slowly pulling off his dress shirt to reveal the soft, plush flesh of his swollen chest. God, Klaber just loves Wolff's tits, how they add a kind of softness to his otherwise angular body. The medic takes his time, settling in the blonde's lap. Klaber can't touch, not without being scolded and Wolff wriggles and grinds against him, hips pulsing in his lap in a way that's far too torturous for how he feels right now. The tempo of the music is slow, hypnotic, undulating and, God, Wolff looks positively sinful. They haven't even *done* anything yet. The medic swivels in the blonde's lap, feet planted on the floor as he grinds back against the younger man.

"O-Oh, fuck... Herr Doktor... You're so...so fucking sexy..." Klaber grunts, face flushed and Wolff just chuckles. Just when they've found a rhythm, when Wolff is grinding back against him in a way that has Klaber falling in love with the medic all over again, he pulls off. He turns back toward the blonde, hand skimming along the thin trail of light hair below his navel, hand finally landing on his button-fly. Klaber bites his lower lip as he watches Wolff slowly, teasingly, unbutton his slacks, sliding the heavy fabric off his slim hips and revealing a pair of tight boxer-briefs. The medic's already so wet, slick oozing out and dampening the crotch of his underwear. But Klaber sits and waits, like a good, little mutt.

And then Wolff is back in his lap, ass planted in the blonde's lap as he grinds back against him. They find a rhythm, slow and grinding, as Wolff starts playing with his hardening clit through his underwear. Klaber groans as he watches, Wolff's hips, rolling back and forth, as he slides his underwear down over his hips and down those slim, creamy thighs, now completely bare to the blonde's eyes. Klaber wishes he could grab the medic, turn him around and bury his face in his cunt, licking and sucking until the older man can hardly remember his name. It's got Klaber licking his lips because, fuck, he loves eating Wolff out; listening to his husky voice quaver, the breathy moans and stuttered expletives spilling from his mouth. Klaber licks his lips, feeling his cock throb at the thought of Wolff's wet cunt smeared across his cheeks.

"Alright, Liebchen, you can touch."

Klaber exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding and pulls the older man into his lap. It takes a couple of tugs but soon he's got the medic straddling his head, Wolff's hot, slick pussy right above his face, dripping onto his chin. Klaber, overcome with his arousal, reaches out with his tongue, licking a wide, sloppy stripe between those plump lips. Wolff shudders and slumps forward, resting his palms against Klaber's hips as he spreads his thighs, giving the younger man more room to work.

"God, Liebchen...so desperate for it..." Wolff pants as he rubs his cunt against the flat of Klaber's warm, wet tongue. He blonde lifts his jaw a little to swirl his tongue around the medic's clit, feeling it twitch at the attention and Wolff gasps. "Ahh! That's it... Good dog..." Klaber brings his hands up to grip Wolff's soft, milky thighs as he continues to lap and suck at the wet cunt hovering over his face. For a second, the medic goes cross-eyed as his head lolls forward. Fuck, he forgot how good Klaber was with his mouth. The blonde pushes his tongue up against his throbbing clit, one hand sliding up to slide his middle finger into Wolff's slick, ready hole, relishing the hot walls wrapped around his fingers. He curls the digits, digging up and twisting in just the right way to make the medic gasp and moan and the way his long, lithe thighs tense up around the younger man's ears is so amazingly hot.

It's not long before Wolff's properly riding his face. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, the medic groans as he thrusts down, clit grinding against the flat of Klaber's tongue, cunt filled up by those long, strong fingers. Klaber loves it. This is his dream. He's such a dog and he absolutely adores it, laid on his back, happily eating the older man out. Hell, even his own pleasure is pushed to the side as he wraps his lips around the older man's clit and sucks, curling his fingers against the smooth, hot inside of his hole. Wolff whines, thighs trembling, face flushed as Klaber's ministrations have him trembling on the edge.

His jaw goes slack, eyes wide and unseeing as he cums, hard, gripping Klaber's head between his thighs. His mouth falls open as he rocks back and forth on Klaber's slick, wet face, panting through clenched teeth as he fucks himself through his release. Klaber works him through the last of it, looking a little dazed but incredibly pleased with himself as he licks his lips, Wolff's slick smeared across his mouth, nose and chin. "That's it... That's a good boy... That's perfect..." Wolff pants as straightens and falls back into the pillows, afterglow claiming every inch of his heaving, thrumming body.

Klaber sits up and untucks his shirt, wiping his face off with the hem and undoing the first couple of buttons, sweat glistening on his forehead and lightly stubbled neck. He stands and turns, loosening his own tie as he rakes his eyes over the medic, watching the older man stretch and purr like a large cat.

"That was perfect, Liebchen. Don't know how you're able to...do that." The medic sighs happily and, to that, Klaber only smiles as he pulls off his tie and unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way. He toes off his shoes and Wolff lifts himself up onto his elbows, pale blue eyes trailing along the expanse of pale skin visible from Klaber's open collar. His body is soft but sturdy. His chest is probably just as big as Wolff's but it's soft with a thin layer of fat instead of mammary glands and the medic loves that softness. His belly is soft too, a little chubby but not too much. Klaber drinks in the older man as he shrugs off his shirt, undoes his fly and finally lets his very obvious erection hang thick and heavy between his legs. The blonde is perfect and Wolff just wants to dig his fingers in, work the flesh, feel him moan against him. And he can't wait anymore. "You're so gorgeous, Liebchen." The medic says as Klaber strips off his pants and underwear, leaving him gloriously naked as he mounts the bed, crawling toward the older man.

"You're actually a pretty good dancer, Herr Doktor, but I don't think you could've pulled that one out in the club." The blonde says with a small grin as he slides a hand up the medic's side, admiring the softness of the skin. Wolff grins and moves further back, allowing the younger man to stretch out on top of him, caging him in. "Mm... How do you want me?" Klaber murmurs as he slots his hips between the medic's thighs, hands on his hips, thumbs caressing the sharp, jutting bones. Wolff reaches up and drags his nails down the back of Klaber's neck, loving the goosebumps rising under his fingertips. He gets a hand in the back of the younger man's hair and pulls him down for a rough kiss. Klaber responds eagerly, deepening the kiss and the medic takes a moment to just sink into it, allowing himself to completely lose himself in his dog's touch. Klaber is so hot and needy, skin warm and solid and so fucking good under his fingers. He gets a hand between them and wraps his long fingers around the younger man's flushed, leaking erection and Klaber moans against his lips, pre-cum oozing onto the medic's belly.

"Like this, like this is fine. I just want to feel you inside me, Liebchen." Wolff whispers, biting his lower lip and Klaber moans softly, lining himself up. He circles the medic's swollen clit with the tip of his cock, drawing a soft groan from the man beneath him. He keeps teasing, keeps dragging his cock against the wet folds of Wolff's cunt as the older man pushes his hips against him, trying to make him slide in and fill him up. "D-Don't tease, Liebchen..."

Finally, he pushes in, eyes squeezing shut as he's enveloped in the older man's tight, wet heat.

"Goddamn..." He huffs out, fingers curling into the sheets either side of the medic's chest. Wolff's thighs tense around his hips and that coupled with the older man's hot, breathy moan right next to his ear makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "You feel so good, Herr Doktor... So hot... Do I...feel good too?" Klaber tries not to whimper, feeling almost overcome by the older man's cunt clamping around him.

"Mhm... You're perfect, Liebchen. Now...enough talking... Please... Please, just start moving..." Wolff breathes, arms wrapping around the blonde's neck, nails digging into his spine as Klaber starts rocking his hips forward. Wolff's gasps with every thrust, urging the blonde to give him more, harder, faster, and Klaber is all too willing to comply, angling his hips so he can drive into the medic hard and deep. The doctor moans, brow furrowed, slick dripping and pooling on the sheets.

Klaber's being such a good dog, giving him everything he wants and it just makes Wolff so hungry for his puppy's hot cum, flooding his pussy, filling him up to the brim. "O-Oh, God... Just like that... Good dog... S-So good..." He pants out, digging his heel into the small of Klaber's back. The blonde grunts at the praise, the heel of Wolff's foot urging him deeper. He tucks his face into the crook of the medic's neck, breathing in the sweet smell of his skin as he braces himself. This angle means he can go as fast as possible, hips pistoning as he pounds into the medic's soft, willing body.

"Oh, fuck! H-Herr Doktor..." The pressure starts mounting and the young blonde has to grit his teeth to try and hang on a little longer because, fuck, he doesn't want this to be over so soon but the friction and pressure have him growing hot, both inside and out, and he can feel his control slipping. "Y-You feel s-so good..." He slows the pace a little, savouring the wet glide of the medic's velvety walls, sucking, clenching and keeping him on the edge.

"That's it, pup. Such a good dog..." Wolff pants out, thighs shaking, as Klaber reaches up, grabbing at the older man's chest. His fingertips dig into the medic's small, spongy breasts, soft and squishy and perfect. Klaber loves them. They're perky and just the right size for his big hands. Wolff squirms under the attention, the mix of a little pain with a lot of pleasure.

"Herr Doktor... I love your body... Fuck, it's so soft..." The blonde moans, grinding his hips in circles. Wolff moans under him, thighs squeezing his hips so tight as they get lost in the steady tempo of the creaky mattress, their stuttered, breathy moans mingling with the slick, filthy sounds from between the older man's thighs. "St-Stephan... You're so...so... F-Fuck, I'm..." Klaber whispers, thumbing one of Wolff's hard nipples. His eyes are half-lidded, looking almost delirious as he slams his hips down against the older man. God, it feels so good, having this beautiful man under him, mewling and moaning, letting him fuck him as good and as long as he wants. Klaber leans down, taking one of the medic's pebbled nipples between his lips and the added sensation has Wolff writhing and panting under him, mouth agape.

"Liebchen! Oh, God... Keep going... Don't stop, don't you dare stop..." Wolff groans, hands smoothing up the back of Klaber's head, tousling his short, thick hair as he urges the younger man on. The pace grows rapid, thrusts turning staccato, as Klaber sucks and tongues at the older man's chest. They grow feral, desperate, hips slapping together as the creaking bed protest their every move. "Klaber... Sweet pup... Need to cum... Need you to make me cum..." He moans, thighs trembling, sweat dripping down his temples. The blonde's eyes roll back at that, hands sliding back down the medic's sides and gripping at his wide, strong hips. He tilts the older man's hips up so his cock hits that perfect spot inside him and that's all it takes.

Wolff arches under the younger man, letting out a long, whimpering moan as he throws his head back, pleasure coursing through him, body wracked with shivers. His grip on Klaber becomes painful as the blonde thrusts frantically, on the edge himself, and, finally, with a muffled groan and a shudder, the younger man reaches his limit. He gives a three more deep, punishing thrusts as he spills, driving himself deep, fucking his cum up into the medic's waiting body. "... That was...perfect, Liebchen... Just perfect..." Klaber's smiling breathlessly when his arms finally give out and he collapses on top of the older man, resting his cheek on Wolff's sweaty chest. He's still panting, exhausted but sated, as he shifts his hips, his softening cock slipping free from Wolff's body...

They stay still for a little while, panting and sighing and just basking in each other.

"Can't wait to go home tomorrow." Klaber says and Wolff chuckles breathlessly, hands moving to card his fingers through the younger man's sweat-damp hair. "Hey, Herr Doktor...?"

"Mm?"

"Fancy joining the mile-high club tomorrow?" He laughs, raising his head to flash the older man a cheeky grin. Wolff's smile melts, giving way to a tired, almost resigned look.

"... Don't you ever get tired of me, Liebchen? My body? Aren't you bored of me? Can't imagine what you see in an old man like me." Wolff says with a sigh as he slips from Klaber's grasp.

"Herr Doktor?"

"Just maybe don't get too used to this. I'm almost fifty-three, Klaber. Surely you can get someone better... Someone younger, someone more...suited for you." Wolff goes on, not quite finished punishing himself for enjoying the younger man's company. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, staring out of the window, into the night. "I wouldn't think less of you, Liebchen. I would completely understand if you found yourself some pretty, young thing—"

"Do you really not see it, Stephan?" He shakes his head as he runs a hand down the curve of the older man's hip. Klaber shuffles beside the older man, laying up to look at him, cupping his jaw gently. "You're— But— No, God, how could I ever get sick of you? Why would I want anyone else?" He thumbs Wolff's cheek, brow creased in worry. He's so keen to wipe that sad, pained look from the medic's weathered features. "Can't you tell? Can't you feel it? I can't stand being without you. Fuck, you're such a dumbass sometimes." He sighs softly, gently stroking long, white locks from Wolff's face. Gently, he cups the back of the older man's head, pulling him down to kiss him, passionate but tender. Wolff responds just as lovingly, tangling his fingers in the younger man's hair, breathing in the scent of him.

"How on Earth did I find someone like you, Liebchen?" Wolff whispers with a sad smile as the kiss breaks and Klaber just presses their foreheads together.

"Chalk it up to luck, I guess." He adds with a grin, kissing the medic's forehead and sliding a hand down his back. "Just don't go scarin' me like that, alright?" He smirks and Wolff chuckles, leaning down to kiss the younger man, hands moving to cup his cheek and run through the shorter hair at his nape.

"That's not a promise I can keep, mutt." He whispers against Klaber's lips. "But, if you get tired of me, just put me in the ground, okay, Liebchen?"

"Never."

Translations:

¹ "You better not hurt yourself, Langstrom. I'd hate to have to treat your lacerated throat at the hotel."

[ilovewhiteroses]

If you choose the 'Other character(s)' option, write it in the tags who do you mean😊

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

My friends, I am pleased to announce after thorough review and analysis I have put together a totally unbiased and completely academic ranking of Boyd Holbrook’s characters’ sexual prowesses, ranked from best to worst.

For your viewing pleasure and fandom rage. Behold.

Ty Shaw - Fucking amazing in the sack. He’s enthusiastic. He’s game. Wanna bring in another boy or girl?? Hell yeah, partner, he’s down! This man is the best combination of eager to please and self-confident without being cocky – and he’d absolutely take it in stride if you asked for him to change positions or switch things up. Life is a rodeo and he’s ready to ride! Or be ridden! 10/10

Klaber - As much as it hurts me to say it, he’d be pretty damn good. He’s got that big puppy energy and working dog excitability, and he’d definitely be bringing that into the bedroom. He seems like the sort that would let his partner take the reigns - but he can service top and service dom just as gamely as anything else. And tbh, unlike a bunch of Holbrook characters, he seems too dumb to really be able to get too in his own head about sex. 8/10

Quinn McKenna - He’d be perfectly competent. He knows what he’s doing. He’s down to do it. He’s got stamina and knows how to effectively utilize his strength and his body. He doesn’t seem particularly self-conscious, and he also seems like he’d be pretty tuned-in to his partner’s pleasure. THAT BEING SAID. He would absolutely be distracted. He’d be thinking about that meeting he has tomorrow morning as he fingers you. His endurance would be insane, but he might fall asleep on top of you before he finishes. He might kink shame you. …But he might still do those kinks anyway. This is unfortunately the last Holbrook character that is unequivocally good in bed. 6.5/10

The Corinthian - I am frankly a little amazed that the Corinthian has gotten such a fandom reputation for being a sex god! Look. This boy screams “pillow princess” so goddamn loud. He strikes me as someone that’s not afraid to get what he wants, but also doesn’t give a single shit if that’s also what his partner wants. He is a hedonist, and he is here for *his* pleasure, and unless you’re his master, you’re just the thing giving him that pleasure. That being said, he’s definitely picked up a couple tricks over the years he might bust out if you’re lucky, and watching him enjoy himself would certainly be a show! But good chance he also kills you and eats your eyes after. 5.5/10

Steve Murphy - The one thing I can say about our favorite DEA agent is that he’s *trainable*. Look. This is somebody that will do what he’s told and commit to his tasks with a laser-like intensity. He will work hard! But I doubt he thinks to communicate much about sex on his own, and if his partner doesn’t force the issue, he’s just gonna do the Standard Sexual Routine and assume you probably came sometime during the missionary. 5/10

Donald Pierce - This boy is kinky as all hell, and don’t get me wrong, there are absolutely circumstances where he could probably be a fantastic sexual partner. HOWEVER. He is just oozing insecurity and self-image issues - good luck getting him out of his own head long enough to even coax a full erection out of him. Pierce is constantly fronting and putting on a show - no way he’s gonna stop doing that when the clothes come off. In fact, it might just get worse! All that being said… he probably is pretty good at oral, and your orgasm is more important than his. 4/10

Clement Mansell - Similar to his singing, sex is a skill Clement thinks he’s amazing at, and is not. His arrogance and certainty that his dick will take his partner straight to nirvana only serves to make the mediocre foreplay and jackhammering that much worse. He will sprawl out on the bed afterwards with a self-satisfied smirk and drawl something like, “Told you I was good!” or “Bet you need breather after that, baby.”. He buys Magnum condoms he doesn’t need. The one upside is he’s got that energizer bunny gusto – if you *are* just into vigorous penetration, he’s the guy for you! 3.5/10

Cap Hatfield - Does not have sex. Does not want to have sex. 0/10

I sincerely hope I have done some psychic damage to my followers!! I welcome any additions or dissenting opinions!!

[kindlistener]

just hit 2 million words (and 250 works) on my ao3

so i figured id give you a rundown on my top 5 most written fandoms

sandman

ofc my most written character in this fandom is corin bc i adore him and he captured my little heart as soon as i saw The Suit™️ and his gayass hat. i mean just look at this slutty depressed man.

if you like corin, i would suggest reading this fic (its a fan fav) or this fic (its longer and more recent).

mortal kombat

in my mk phase, i wrote multiple characters (eg shang tsung, johnny cage, kabal, raiden, etc) but surprisingly my most written character is actually kano.

if you like kano and kabal, my friend zebs and i wrote a whole series of rps for them, here.

indiana jones

none of it is indy. its mainly klaber. sometimes voller. but mostly klaber. because hes a stupid silly boy.

i dont really write x reader fics for this fandom bc theres so much fanlore ive pumped into it but you can read some (less porny) stories about klaber and his caretaker lover, here and here.

cyberpunk 2077

i do write for multiple people in c2077 (like viktor vector and river ward) but my most written character is ofc johnny silverhand.

so heres the first fic i ever wrote for johnny.

one piece

again, i write for multiple characters here (like aokiji, lucci, franky and ussopp) but my main squeeze tends to be kizaru or borsalino.

and you can read my first (and most popular) fic from him, here.

honestly, if youve read this far and youve read some of my stuff, i just wanna say a big thank you. ive been writing and posting stuff on my ao3 since 2013 and wowza thats a long time. thanks for sticking with me!

thanks to everyone in boyd cuntry and particularly @the-broken-quill and @bludpudding for not giving up on my dumb ass. i love yall 💛💛

[blueeyedcitadel]

Why are you shipping Nazis? Like, I understand they're fictional characters, but what could possibly make you like actual, literal Nazis enough to want to write them happily romancing each other or whatever? You know they're Nazis, right?

Hello!

Obviously I know they are Nazis, it would be kind of hard not to notice. And why do I ship them?

Well, you see, the ship is not primarily about Nazism. I saw Voller and Klaber interacting and giving each other intense stares and I got intrigued by their dynamic. (And I also have a soft spot for Mads Mikkelsen and his roles.) As you yourself said, you understand they are fictional characters. And that’s all they are for me as well; fictional characters. And just like liking a fictional character that is a killer or cannibal doesn’t make one a real-life killer or cannibal, liking a fictional character that happens to be a Nazi doesn’t make one a real-life Nazi. What one enjoys exploring in fiction isn’t necessarily the same thing they would approve of in real life.

And I believe the same generally applies to people interested in history, by the way. Just because someone’s favourite time period to learn about is WWII, it doesn’t make them a Nazi. It’s all about being able to distinguish between fiction/theory and reality/actions. And one’s morality should be judged by their own actions, never by the actions of their favourite fictional character. And I genuinely don’t think my actions – me shipping two fictional Nazis – are wrong. Because I may be writing fics from Voller’s POV, I may be exploring his character and backstory to find out what influenced his present behaviour and motivations, but I’m not justifying his actions or ideology. Never was. And never would. I don’t support Nazism. I simply find these characters and their dynamic intriguing and that’s why I ship them.

Also, a quick side note, because I’ve seen your post. My username is not related to Nazism. I’m really putting an emphasis on this, because I understand where you’re coming from. I had this username long before this one Indiana Jones movie came out and before I even knew these characters existed. The name is sort of a word pun and I came up with it after I started watching Merlin. So, no, it’s not related to this particular ship. And it was never meant to upset anyone either, because I am not a (Neo-)Nazi.