#box band

[ro-writesstuff]

a closer look - dad!mattyau

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+

summary- you and matty take a hard look at your relationship when the kids are being babysat.

a/n: this took me like a week to write my goodness. please enjoy as i almost lost my mind over this fic😌

content warnings: serious talk about relationship, smut, daddy kink, swearing, angst, almost 3k wc (yes i got carried away. worth it? absolutely.)

“matty, we seriously need to talk.”

shit. you’re divorcing him.

“sure, love.”

***

things were different.

not the ‘we’re having problems’ that eventually turns into a divorce, but things between you and matty certainly haven’t been happy-go-lucky. sure, you had your own family and a work life balance to figure out, but something felt like it was missing.

conversations started to feel redundant, one person anticipating what the other was going to say, mouthing the words as they were being said. days felt invariably tiresome, the standard 'how was your day?' talks turning into a minute conversation ending in a mumbled 'love you' and a kiss good night, with nothing more.

you always knew that matty loved you, and he knew that you reciprocated that same feeling. but now with picking up the kids, and matty coming home and spending time with them right before sending them to bed with a bedtime story and you getting nothing more than a cheek kiss made your relationship feel… well, hollow.

and you thought, maybe he’s just having a rough day, but days turned into weeks of passing glances. you tried cheering him up with little notes and texts of ‘i love you!’ and ‘proud of you!’ but you got nothing more than a heart emoji and a ‘thanks love’.

and it's not that he wasn't appreciative of the gestures; he was quite fond of them, truly. it got him through most of his late night sessions with the boys, hearing that same few notes on loop trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with it. it was the little things you did that made him feel remembered and cherished.

he just didn't know how to tell you that he wanted you, and you alone: his wife, his partner. not the nurturing, compassionate 'mother y/n', or the 'hardworking y/n' that was actually fucking competent amongst the idiots that worked with you. he was so, so grateful of those versions of you, but he’d slowly started to forget the intimate moments of just the two of you.

matty craved the playful, contagious laugh he heard when he snuck up behind you to scare you or the judgmental stare-down after a terrible joke he came up with all by himself.

he missed the real you.

after confiding in george and charli, she suggested that she and george take the twins for the weekend for you two to ‘sort it out’. her fiancé agreed, more than happy to help you guys out, sending you off with a hug and a sliver of hope.

***

the dreaded weekend finally arrived, and yhe doorbell rang and it was none other than the couple, ready whisk away your kids with a caring smile. you and matty gather the twins as they follow their aunt and uncle, them babbling to each other as charli and george get them settled in the car.

matty presses the door creaks shut as your arms fold, deciding how to go about this. sure you guys have had rough conversations in the past, but nothing like this. you were always on the same page, thought the same, acted the same, so being unknown to the other was quite scary.

a odd silence falls over the room, the only noise being heard from the air conditioning and the car starting outside.

matty leans against the door for support, his stomach swirling and heart pounding, feeling like he was going to vomit. he doesn’t think he’s been this nervous since your wedding day.

he wipes his palms on his slacks, taking a deep breath he starts with a brave smile,

“so-”

instinctively, his hand reaches for the small of your back, glimpses of just the two together slowly appearing his mind. then it hits him.

it’s just you two.

nerves getting the better of him and his hand drops in defeat behind you. “what’d you want to talk about, love?”

his voice was low and unsteady; he didn’t know what was about to happen. he was about to lose you forever for all he thought.

your head tilts towards the dining room chairs, the room filled with highly pitched laughs and smiles not too long ago now in a state of anxiety and stillness. matty sits across from you, resting his interlaced fingers on the table, wedding band catching the light, and it quickly feels like you're being interviewed.

“um,"

you really didn't know what to say. the quiet of the room was thick, almost suffocating. your lips parted, the words intending to come out, but getting stuck in your throat, the sound being lost. the uncomfortable truth of what has been happening between you lately was now suddenly so overwhelming.

matty sees you struggling, and his heart aches. "you can say it. it's just me, y'know."

the words hang in the air for a moment, still and heavy.

"i know." you clear your throat, eyes landed on his folded hands across the table from you. a deep breath echoes in the room: here goes everything.

"matty, do you still love me?”

a quiet buzz seeps from the wall.

he lightly scoffs at the absurdity of the question, quickly realizing you’re serious and recalibrates his reaction. he can’t believe what he’s heard.

worry and fret practically ate him alive for the last few days, every scenario playing through his mind. here he thought he was going to sign divorce papers and share custody, losing the love of his life in the process. and that's what you wanted to talk about? if he still loves you? he smiles at the question, ease spreading in his chest. loving you was like breathing to him.

“of course i do,” he reassures. his hands find their way to yours, the warmth transferring to you, calming you down a bit. "i love you. so so much, y/n." his eyes are full of sincerity and love.

relief fills your lungs as matty squeezes your hands. oh thank god. you hadn't heard those three words in a while and was afraid you might never again. after what felt like months of him just living next to you and the kids, it felt nice knowing he was there again. you take a shaky breath.

“why would you ever-?” his eyebrows furrow, brain distraught at the thought.

“i don't- i don't know,” you cut in anxiously, losing eye contact. “just sometimes feels like you don’t want me around.”

he grips the bottom of his chair, the wood legs hurriedly scrapes across the floor, his familiar scent engulfing the air surrounding you.

the words ping-pong in his head. doesn't want you around? that was the opposite of what he wanted.

“oh, baby. I didn’t know you were feeling this way,” he says, mentally beating himself up to let you think that was a reality. "didn't mean to make you feel like that. i always want you."

his lips connect to your temple as the anxiety dissolves like sugar into water. they linger there for a moment, the feeling familiar and intimate. his arm slings around you too, and you jump slightly. the simple contact causes you breath to even in the somewhat quiet room.

“can i ask you something,” he says shifting awkwardly in his seat. you can feel the anxiety radiating off him. you nod intently.

his voice softens and is vulnerable, fragile. “do you still want me?”

“yes. yes, of course,” the words rush out on their own. “why?-” you voice drifts off, not knowing where to go.

he shrugs. he just didn’t know what to do. every time he tried to touch you- a hand on your hip, on the small of your back, your ass, anything really- you moved away. it was something that never happened before which was extremely off-putting to him. after multiple failed attempts he felt somewhat like a whore and embarrassed of his actions, so he just quit altogether.

and you didn’t mean to, you just preoccupied with something else.

you were getting physically and emotionally further away from him. was he supposed to just ask you if you still thought of him like that? he didn’t want to pry.

“just something we haven’t done in a long time,” his voice drops, low and vulnerable. his thick fingers fidget with the ripped denim lying on your knee. “didn’t know if you thought i was still-“

“sexy?”

his small chuckle fills the room, soothing the tension. his smile is radiant, making your heart skip a beat. “yes. sexy.”

you smile, finally feeling reconnected with him. the air’s a bit thinner now, ease filling the room as you look up at him. a picture of matty shirtless pops into your mind, his tattoos tightening around his skin when he tenses his arms, you squeeze your thighs together at the thought.

“i think about you like that all the time.” more than you’d like to admit, to be frank.

“like what?” he wonders.

“shirtless and,"

hard. you thought. the thought of him makes you dizzy, your heart beat faster as he starts to lean closer to you.

“i do too,” he hums. “maybe we can revisit that idea, angel?” he tucks a strand behind your ear, bodies close and tense, and you feel his ragged breath reach your skin. his eyes lock with yours, lust and want swirling throughout them.

entranced, you swallow, his gaze burning through you as your lower stomach starts to heat. god, how he makes you feel like a teenager.

your cunt begins to pulse as his thumb drags against your bottom lip, slow. he lurches towards you, connecting your lips after what feels like an eternity. finally, he’s getting a real, meaningful kiss from you and not a routine one. he feels his dick twitch in his pants.

the feeling urges his hands to meet the sides of your face as his tongue dances with yours, hands careful and supportive. your lips are swollen and red when he untangles his lips with yours, a soft moan leaving it. your fingers hurriedly tug at his curly locks as his hand go to your pants, fiddling with the button, but suddenly stopping.

hands suddenly connect to your hips as he pulls your weight on top of his. you squeal at the action as matty moans in your mouth, reconnecting his lips with yours.

he tugs on the hem of your shirt, “okay if i-?”

you hum.

“words, sweet girl.”

“uh huh,” you reply, “please.”

lifting your arms up he throws it somewhere on the other side of the room. you do the same, revealing his chest and part of his ‘we are kings’ tattoos, causing your breath to hitch and mouth to hang open slightly.

whimpers and sounds fly through the air, lips pressing together with passion and desire. grinding your hips down on his, matty unclasps your bra, taking your nipple into his mouth. your eyes shut at the feeling.

his hand slides across to support your lower back as his cold wedding band touches your blazing skin, you whimpering quietly at the contact. he growls against your collarbone, “mmm, missed your little sounds.”

your hips writhe constantly against his, feeling him get harder and harder with every movement. fuck, you want him so bad.

suddenly he pushes you off him as he stands up. “jump,” he commands. you wrap your legs around him as he catches you in his arms. you feel his soft lips again as he bring you over to the bedroom. he slips as his eyes widen, holding you securely as he looks down for a moment.

“found your shirt,” he chuckles as you laugh with him; a real laugh he’s been aching to hear. the tension and anxiety subsides, the small but intimate moment reminding you it’s just matty. the sound reverbs through the house, and a thought pops into his head:

he's so lucky.

he takes the opportunity to latch his lips onto your neck as he moves his way to the bedroom.

he gently opens the door to your bedroom, throwing you on the sheets. his lips roam your body as he slowly peels your jeans off you. “can i-?” he asks, already hooking his fingers under your drenched panties. you nod.

he swipes a finger through your folds, cunt tensing at the contact. he sees your chest heaving, smiling to himself as his nose nudges your clit. he slides two fingers in, and out, in and out against your spongy walls. his tongue laps at your folds, keeping his rhythm, reveling in the whimpers and sounds he hasn’t heard in a long time.

hands grip the sheets, a signal to him you’re close. smiling to himself, he speeds up. “matty,” you warn, the coil in your lower stomach starting to come undone. “oh fuck-”

“i know princess,” he says. he’s mesmerized, eyes glazed over at the sight of you. a dream, he thinks. “so gorgeous like this.”

your hips father against his hand, his name falling from your lips again and again as his fingers thrust you through your orgasm. your body buzzes with pleasure as he kisses close to the apex of your thighs. you arch your back at the feeling, matty supporting you with his arm, sucking your clit and smiling at the sounds you make at the overstimulation.

mumbles of praise come from matty as you come down off your high. he

you smile hazily. "hi."

his eyes meet yours. "hi, love."

“can i suck you off?”

he considers the offer, but ultimately decides no. yes he loves it when your lips are wrapped around his dick, but he hasn’t had you in so, so long. he needs to feel you. matty giggles at your offer, kissing you sweetly. “another time baby. need you, not your mouth.”

your nimble fingers hook around his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his throbbing erection. he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “you comfortable?”

“yeah,” you smile.

an idea pops into his head.

a devilish smile appears on his face. “ah,” he takes a sharp inhale as his hand moves to your hip, “yes, what, sweet girl?”

you smile at the allusion, memories of you using the word for the first and many times, “yes, daddy.”

you both feel his dick twitch. “fuck,” he moans. “I’ve missed that.”

your lips part as your stomachs swirls at his words, him giving you a chaste kiss as he lines himself up to your cunt. he pushes inside you, both of you moaning at the contact. he swears quietly as you hiss at the contact.

“shit.” he moans.

as you squeeze against him, he sees stars. “feel so good clenching around me like that.”

his moves his hips faster, slamming himself into you again, your moans encouraging him to go faster. his lips fall to your neck, sucking and lightly scraping the skin with his teeth. his hips buck against yours, gasps coming from both of you.

“mattymattymatty,” is all you can manage as he pounds into you, climax starting to knock the wind out of you, gasping and chest heaving.

“fuck, come for me honey, oh fuck me-” he rambles.

you scream his name, digging your nails into his back as he cums inside you, feeling the hot liquid spurt against your walls. hot breaths and groans of your name accompany his release, as his curls stick to his sweaty forehead. matty drops his weight on top of you, chest sticky as his heart beats hard against yours. you stay there for a while, catching your breath, both fucked out and content.

muscle memory kicks in for him, and he makes his way to the bathroom to fetch a warm towel for you, humming as he does so, as well as grabbing plain black t shirt. he returns with the items as a comfortable silence falls over the room.

matty clears his throat. “how’d that feel?” he says, wiping the towel against your skin.

“really good.”

he hums, placing a few kisses on the soft skin of your thighs. he rests his head there as you comb your fingers through his curls. he missed these intimate moments, now so happy it's returned. “i’m really glad we talked,” he whispers.

“me too.” you share a smile, and he lifts himself to place a sweet kiss on your face and lips. placing the towel on the nightstand next to you, he slots himself in between your legs, head resting on your

you tangle your hand in his hair comfortably, earning a satisfied sound from him. “i love you,” your voice is barely above a whisper.

"i love you so much more, y/n,” he mumbles before sleep tugs at both of you, succumbing to it.

***

your eyes flutter to sunshine spilling through the blinds of the room, perfectly highlighting matty's thick curls and sleeping figure on top of you. happiness spreads through your chest, sighing as you take in your husband’s features.

starting to wake up, he stretches outwardly, body slow and weak from sleep. satisfaction and pleasure replacing the sluggish feeling when he feels your soft skin beneath his. the warmth and love emitting from you is captivating. voice still laced with sleep he says, "good mornin', gorgeous."

an even wider smile appears on your face. his accent's always more prominent in the morning.

"hi handsome." a content sigh slips from his mouth.

he hums at the pet name, hands wandering all over your body, savoring the image and feel. he's never felt so close to you as he was right now; he would stay here for the rest of his life.

you move awkwardly against him. "baby, i need to pee,” you say.

he buries his face into the crook of your neck, arms on either side of you, caging you in.

“nuh uh,” he shakes his head, curls tickling your skin.

“please?” you try.

again, his curls shake, replying in the negative. you laugh at the sensation, again trying to move. “i’ll be less than ten meters from you, let me go!” you cry.

“what if you meet another guy?” he teases, lips connecting to your shoulder. he raises his head up -you’re now able to see his perfect face- and connects the back of his hand to his forehead, dramatically throwing his head back, "what am i to do?"

he's so dramatic.

playfully, you raise up his left hand in between your bodies, the piece of metal glimmering in the morning sun. “may i remind you-?”

he pouts his lips, pretending to think for a moment. his head returns to the soft skin of your neck, “‘m not taking my chances. you'd better stay, beautiful." suddenly, the sheets ruffle as matty flips you, pinning you underneath him.

his lips drag down to your neck to your breasts, hips, then the sides of your thighs. slowly, his hands push your legs open.

“you're mine, and mine always.”

[kennedy-brooke]

feeling extremely emotional over the end of the bfiafl era tonight

[f4idrs]

just leaving this out here

[hey-man-huge-fan]

it doesn't not look like the box 🤭

[unboundprompts]

hi! i wanted to ask how could i write a scene of a band performing and make it flow smoothly? Reactions to it and inner dialogue of the leader singer while performing?

I hope that makes sense!

Thank you :)

How to Write a Band Performance

Set the Atmosphere with Sound and Sensory Details

Use sensory language to capture the energy of the music, the movement on stage, and the audience’s reaction. Think about the sounds of instruments, the lights, the thrum of bass vibrating through the floor, or how the crowd looks.

Example: The drums kicked in, a thunderous heartbeat that pulsed through the packed venue. Strings followed, filling the air with an electric charge, and the lights dimmed just enough for the crowd to lean in, hungry for the next note.

Anchor the Lead Singer’s Focus

The lead singer might catch moments in the crowd, like a fan mouthing every lyric, someone laughing, or even seeing familiar faces in the sea of people. These little connections add a human touch and make the performance feel alive.

Example: He spotted a girl in the front row, eyes closed, every word leaving her lips like a prayer. She knew each lyric by heart, maybe better than he did. That look kept him grounded—kept him singing.

Use Inner Dialogue to Show Nerves, Confidence, or Distraction

Let the lead singer’s mind wander a bit, but keep it tethered to the music. They might think of something unrelated that they suppress to stay focused, or maybe they reflect on what this song means to them, especially if it’s deeply personal or symbolic.

Example: Here we go. Breathe. Just like rehearsal. But it was never just like rehearsal. Each word brought him back to the night he wrote it—a night he barely survived. He shook off the thought. No. Tonight, it’s just for them.

Describe Body Movements and How They Connect to Emotion

Physical sensations can be as telling as dialogue. The lead singer might feel the warmth of the spotlight, the stickiness of sweat on their skin, or the way their voice feels strong, raw, or strained.

Example: He gripped the mic stand, fingers tight, and leaned forward. His voice cracked on a high note, but he let it, gave it to the crowd raw. They wanted his truth, his realness. That was all he had to give.

Show the Crowd’s Reaction

Describe reactions like a wave, where energy ebbs and flows. The crowd might sway during slower parts, roar during the chorus, or go silent in the song’s more intimate moments. This back-and-forth dance adds rhythm to the scene.

Example: As the first chorus hit, the crowd became a sea of outstretched hands, fingers clawing for a piece of the music. A roar rose, then softened as they sang with him, their voices tangling with his own, something fragile and fierce all at once.

Balance Between Action and Inner Thoughts

To keep the scene flowing, alternate between what the singer does (interacting with the mic, moving on stage) and what they think. Too much inner dialogue could slow down the scene, so give action and reaction space to keep the reader engaged.

Example: He took a step back, holding the last note, letting it resonate through the space. He stole a glance at his bandmates. They were lost in the music too, faces set, eyes closed. It felt like the old days—a secret between them, shared with everyone.

End with a Climactic Moment or a Release of Tension

End the scene with a dramatic finish, like a powerful note, a burst of applause, or even silence if it’s an emotional song. The lead singer could feel relieved, drained, or exhilarated by the end.

Example: As the last chord faded, a brief silence hung over the crowd—a pause, a heartbeat—before it shattered with applause. He closed his eyes, letting it wash over him, knowing that for now, the song was enough.

[kamianimation]

"just a vessel"

(11 second animation loop)

Took me around 11 and a half hours to finish (not including rendering)

This was supposed to be a regular drawing, but after I finished the sketch the whole idea didn't click in my mind. I tried adding shading - still nothing. Then drew a Goat version, to maybe make it a 2 pieces series. But it still wasn't good, so I decided to make it an animation instead. I think it is good now?? Dunno

[cardi-c]

Rite Here Rite Now

[copias-juicebox]

Then:

Now:

So we know who taught Papa...

[conjuring-ghouls]

Eye contact for the lovely @sakuraspoke ♡ video by spotifa on tiktok

[delulluart]

Tender Father on Swedish TV is still on my brain

[spar-kill]

Kurt and Courtney

[ro-writesstuff]

jealousy, jealousy - matty healy

minors DNI, all my fics are 18+

summary: you don't tell your best friend you're going on a date.

content warnings: cursing, angst, pining

Against your outward disapproval, your friend set you up with a friend of a friend. He was your type: built and tall and handsome, with a hint of mysteriousness to him. 

However that role in your life was already filled. 

You and Matty had been friends for a while. He was always your brother’s friend, though, so you were skeptical of him at first. You’d grown closer over the years, reluctantly in the beginning to be honest, but found Matty to be kind and genuine. Your relationship turned into something more over the past year, however.

Not “more” as in you were dating, or officially boyfriend and girlfriend, but you just got more… comfortable around each other. Certain things he did set off something within you, though like him being a gentleman and walking you to your car, bringing you flowers for different accomplishments, that kind of stuff. Then it escalated to cuddling on the couch, and doing couple-y activities like going to the movies. 

You always pushed away whatever feelings you had of Matty, never truly certain of what they really were. He was just a friend and it stayed that way for years. And that was the problem.

Though it took some convincing from your friend, you decided to meet up with the guy. It was just a date, after all. 

It couldn’t hurt, right?

***

You opened the door to you and your brothers’ apartment with a soft push, hoping your brother was asleep. Your eyes were met with the harsh contrast of the TV against the darkness of the living room, forcing your vision to narrow. The loading screen of some game played silently, characters running amok on the screen. To your luck, you heard George’s familiar, soft snores erupt from the couch as you took a breath to shut the door. 

A figure popped up from the couch, hair messy and curly and gorgeous. Without fail you knew who it was. 

Voice hushed, you greeted him. “Oh hey Matty, I didn’t know-“ 

“Do you know what fucking time it is Y/N?” His voice was gruff and hushed as to not wake your sleeping brother next to him. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. 

“Oh uh,” 

“Where have you been?” It was clear worry and anger was evident in his voice. More so anger.

Jealousy even? Maybe. 

A pang of confusion and fear hit your chest. He’s never talked to you this way, and it started to freak you out.

You responded slowly, gauging him, “On a date.” 

A date. A date? You told him everything, why not this? To be honest, he came over to George’s to of course see his mate, but to get a glimpse of you as well. He’d been having a rough day, and he knew the best medicine was the mix of you both. So, when that didn’t happen he was much more agitated than he was earlier. 

His chest tightened as he was trying to keep himself calm. “Okay. Now exactly where were you,” he stepped closer, and you could smell his cologne; the one that normally smells sweet but has worn off with the hint of cigarettes. 

He’d been acting like he wasn’t just checking your location for the last hour trying to find out where you were, and the maps app didn’t know either; just somewhere twenty five minutes away. 

“At his apartment.” 

Damn it. 

He knew he was being paranoid, but hundreds of scenarios swam in his head. What if he was just charming enough to make you think he was the one when all he really wanted was sex? What if he was the kind of guy to kick you out of his apartment in the middle of the night and left you all alone? What if he was some deranged serial killer that could have hurt you? 

You’re the one and only thing he truly cares for. And the thought of you and some fucking guy started to make his blood boil. No one was supposed to take you from him. You were his. 

He was seething. “Fuck, Y/N. Seriously? He could’ve killed you!” 

Your brother stirred on the couch, a good reminder to you both to keep your voices hushed. 

“It was just a date, why do you care?”

He felt the tightness again in his chest, as well as a familiar feeling he had been trying to figure out for years. Last time, “just a date” turned into a serious boyfriend, who inevitably broke your heart, leaving Matty to piece it back together just to see you run off to another guy to try and forget him. 

Matty had been waiting ages to tell you that he’d fancied you. Constantly promising himself that he’d never let his emotions get in the way of your friendship; he was a big boy, he could handle that. Matty simply wanted whatever you did, even if it meant you kissing and loving someone else. 

He couldn’t let you know it bothered him this much, though. Not like this. 

Defeated, he sighs, dropping his volume. “It’s just late, and you know I worry. Just, uh, just, glad you’re home safe.” Once again he plopped down on your couch, remnants of a glum expression on his face as his thumb slid over hitting the ‘play’ button as cartoon characters silently cheered across the screen, distracting him from the overwhelming urge to say those three little words. 

You scoffed, trotting to your room, annoyed at his actions. He bugged you more than words can describe sometimes. 

*** 

Repeated buzzes on your nightstand awoke you from sleep. 12 messages from your friends’ group text, probably asking you how your date went, along with a text each from George, your mum, and Matty. You clicked Matty’s first, anticipating a small apology and an emoji. 

Be careful when you open your door, love. Don’t crush anything. 

Confused, you throw the sheets off you, cracking open your door seeing a Tesco bag and wrappers of your favorite candy peeking out of it, alongside beautiful daisies wrapped in plastic with a note on top of them. Picking them up, you sat them on your bed as you read the sloppy handwriting. 

Sorry bout last night. Hope it didn’t spoil your evening. Take these as a sign of my utmost gratitude you didn’t curse me out xx

You chuckle at the last bit, bringing the daisies to your kitchen to find a vase for them, as you were met by the man who wrote you the note. He shot you a grin like he always did, the one that made you feel so much in a span of seconds. 

Your heart fluttered. “Morning.” 

Matty loved the look of the flowers in your hand. His flowers. He wished it wasn’t under the circumstances, of course, but he imagined you holding the ones he’d give you for your birthday, an anniversary, something. He shakes away the silly daydream as you reach for the cabinet knob where you stored the glass vases. 

Just as Matty was going to ramble out an apology, George’s voice sneaked up from behind him. 

“What are those?” 

You reckon he didn’t tell George. 

“Oh, um. They’re from my date last night,” you lied quickly.   

Matty could feel the jealousy start to grow in his chest at just the thought of you getting flowers from anyone else but him. Although he’d only seen you a handful of times in the morning, it was a sight he’d always been happy to wake up to. The morning light always caught your features perfectly, highlighting all of his favorite things about you. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot. They’re pretty huh, Matty?” He said, nudging his friend. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled. 

Really pretty.

[stfrancisprayer]

BAND OF BROTHERS BEHIND THE SCENES - EPISODE 5 WINTERS ON LEAVE IN PARIS (01, 02, 03, 04)

[hey-man-huge-fan]

I see them everywhere.

[tasty-ribz]

GHOST: Rite Here Rite Now

boxing robes but it's Secondo

[mmag-translations]

NinaMomo Onani | By pingke box

Commissioned by lexycakes65