#fkm

[vanderaddict]

SAL (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡

Fuck, marry, kill with hmmm: Roger, Rayleigh and Garp!

LALE OHH GOD

fuck garp. ( that man is just 🤤🤤)

marry roger. so we can fuck all the time+probably invite garp.

Kill Rayleigh. I'm sorry ray but in my dilf taste obviously not blaming my size kink, you're not that close to these two.

[sverious]

fkm shit post from my priv twt account

[sombrasdeunamor]

Devuélveme el corazón, que me hace falta y no puedo enamorarme

[ultraviolet-fallout]

Mourning (MacCready x Female Sole Survivor)

Relationship: (M/F) Robert Joseph MacCready/Female Sole Survivor

Tags: Slow burn, slow build, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, masturbation, romance, violence, emotional hurt/comfort, rough sex, vaginal sex, penis in vagina sex, public sex

Summary: Robert Joseph MacCready never wanted this life; wife dead, son sick, and no way out of the Third Rail. It's not till a woman with high up connections hires him on as a partner does he actually gain hope for his son again. Maybe this stranger will help him with the kindness that he needs, or maybe this partnership is too much for him to handle. Either way, he really wishes she would tell him anything more than just her name.

Chapter 17 “Brotherhood”

Chapter Summary: Time jump to a week after the last chapter. Cal is called to the Brotherhood airship, the Prydwen, while MacCready is left to think about what journey lies ahead.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23524498/chapters/57421672

[dearbangtansonyeondan]

favourite kookie moments 12/? - snow pt.1

[jukeboxofjellycat]

[wgblair]

My Final Plans Are Ready to Commence, Fuck Kill and Marry Game of the Winners of the Past Weeks’ Polls

So fuck, kill, marry: Armadyl, the World Guardian, and Enakhra.

[petitetearoses-blog]

@heroicfxilure ~ continued from here owo

At the market and its slightly packed today. Normally she was given money to go and get herself some food, or whatever. Although, she used this opportunity to buy what she needed the most. Into the medical aisle (combined with cleaning products) and she would have trouble getting in between people, afraid of being rude.

“N-No, it’s okay!” She replies in a weak voice, not used to talking to random people. She understood sign language fairly decently, actually, since their school urged and required it. A strange rule, but it seemed to now be put into good use now. “I-I... Didn’t meant to seem rude... I don’t know... S-Sorry...” Her head looks down, now feeling the wave of disappointment for herself. Honestly, when would she learn her manners?