#my oc knox

[honeylikesyanderes]

18+ mdni: gn reader/darling, public/semi public, dubcon (consent isnt explicitly asked for initially), slight daddy kink, unprotected, teasing, unfair power dynamics (?), no apology to wait staff, darling is lowkey in denial ab their public sex kink. + more probably. (this is sorta rushed.)

kinktober #4: knox; semi-public, cockwarming.

''say pretty please and maybe i'll move.''

the ambience in the restaurant was calm. it was late at night and most people had already had dinner already. however there were a few patrons still sprinkled around the setting, whether it was them having a late dinner or maybe just popping in for an extra special dessert.

you, on the other hand, were having a dessert of your own.

it started innocently really. knox asked you to sit on his lap randomly, and my goodness, you should've known he would pull something like this. before you could spell his name, your underwear was at your ankles and his fat cock was already nestled inside you, without him saying a word.

you didn't really have a problem with it. he felt good inside and made you feel warm. what you were worried about is being seen by the staff and patrons.

its not like they were going to throw you guys out even if they saw. knox owned the majority stake, so they couldn't do anything even if they were to see. he was their boss, and all they could ever do is avert their eyes and keep it pushing.

but the embarrassment. your heated cheeks and burning face. the embarrassment kept you cautious. or rather, timid.

knox couldn't care less. you were his and his alone, and if anyone saw, then they were lucky. they wouldn't be able to touch you anyways.

in a way, it stroked his ego. you were the most gorgeous little thing, and here you were, sitting pretty with his thick cock inside you, and you giving him those puppy eyes, oh so pleading with him.

pleading for what exactly? he wasn't sure, and neither were you.

'stop looking at me like that, darling, and tell me what you want. do you want me to move?

you bit your lip while looking up at him, unsure of what to say. he always did this. always made you answer questions he already had the answers to. he always won. but tonight, you didn't want him to win. you didn't want to give in; or give him the satisfaction of hearing you verbally ask. knox smirks while tighting his grip on your waist before continuing.

'or you could lie to the both of us and tell me that you want me to pull out. that you're not enjoying this. that you want me to stop.'

he gently thrusts up into you and you cant help but let out a moan. your grip on the table tightens, and you could feel your index nail breaking.

''the ball is in your court darling.''

even though you were both in the back booth, you glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and to make sure all pathways to you were within sight.

''please move daddy.''

[keiitopop]

practice doodle

[merricoeur]

the creature

[joanofexys]

Commission of my olympic court ocs, Florian and Ilya, by @/stoopidkiki on Instagram

[wtftaylr]

here have some Sadie Knox (my Courier Six) infodumping bc i am insane abt her rn

Sandra "Sadie" Knox / 5'2" / 34

Sandra Knox isn't her birth name, she got her first and last name separately from books she's read over the years.

Sadie is a scientist who worked as a courier and an overcharging con-artist repairman to save up caps to fund her research. She carries a notebook with her at all times, always scribbling down notes as it helps her think and process information.

Sadie is morally gray; a bit selfish and tunnel-visioned in her ways. Once Sadie has a goal, big or small, she’ll stop at nothing to achieve whatever it is. She has a unique way with words and can get you into trouble and out of it in the same sentence. This skill has saved her ass an insurmountable amount of times.

Due to her borderline extreme goal-contentedness, despite caring for those she loves and keeps close to her, she often comes off distant. Sadie has always had a rough time showing that she cares and her gestures can come off as awkward or forced. Her autism might be (is) partially to blame for this lol. Those willing to work past this awkwardness and allow her to adjust are rewarded with a ride or die friend for life.

She's got a reserve of pent-up rage. Though she can be quite irritable from minor conveniences [ex: she drops a pencil on the ground > emotional dysregulation from adhd rises > she's LIVID- ok she's fine now], she's not one to lash out at someone she loves. Her rage is kept internal and it weighs heavily on her shoulders.

Once speaking to Yes Man [before confronting Benny], she figures trying to get in on Benny's scheme is the opportunity she's been waiting for -- the prospect of a steady flow of caps excites her.

Oh and after her visit to BIG MT, she decides to help the Doctors by occasionally bringing them Mojave shit to research.

Sadie: look at the size of this legendary deathclaw hand. These things are large and terrifying, and despite the best efforts, nests continue to pop u-- Dr. Borous: the size of that hand.... Dr. Borous: it reminds me of my time in AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL, when RICHIE MARCUS took his HAND to my FACE and BEAT ME SENSELESS behind the school. the AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL-- Sadie: [patiently waiting bc she doesnt know when, or if, it is appropriate to intervene]

[sundownsquad]

Hey guys, long time no see! Can I interest you in some uhhhh... vaporwave Knox? Sunset motifs my beloveds.

[littlebunno]

Greeting with Knox🩶

[codename-adler]

winter break next week, what can i get y’all

purposely did not include socmed au bc ur gonna get that whether you want it or not

[gioiaalbanoart]

TIME FOR...🦐 MIXED FRIED with art 😉

🦐 Testing a new format 🦐

Lots of Friday kisses and 7 sentences Sundays but....it's MONDAY, so...MANY thanks to : @the-golden-comet HERE and HERE

@zackprincebooks HERE and HERE , @willtheweaver HERE and HERE and to @theeccentricraven HERE , HERE and HERE

******

Wip TSA / The scarred angel

Chp 8 / A bit of context : Ashley and Amy are on a dangerous journey, Amy asks about drug cartels and Ashley declares she fears them.

........

.....

"I find this hard to believe." Amy scowls, an edge in her voice, not appreciating the irony she's picking up from that statement.

Seriously, how can one be scared and talk with such an aplomb at the same time?

Amy would call it a contradiction at least.

Shoulders shrug : "That's up to you, really." is the matter-of-factly answer.

Ashley's voice is even, as if she's really unconcerned about convincing Amy about that.

The words get almost drown out by the motor's roaring and Amy has to sharp her hearing to grasp them.

Then, after a pause, like she's having a second thought, Ashley adds with a firmer and more audible tone :

"I would be insane not to be."

"What would they do?" Amy prompts her to develop further.

Not sure of the best way to ask for specifics or if an answer would help to release the tension caused by the thought of what might wait for them at the end of that road trip.

As if dissecting a subject had ever helped to dissolve deepest fears.

"You don't need details right now."

Despite the dry answer Amy senses the presence of some dark power lingering between mere words, of course she can't put her finger on but it's definitely there and it has been so for a while.

Of course Ashley wouldn't add anything because, really, what's the point?

Amy thinks otherwise though, she decides that she rather prefers for her to keep talking, even if it's about horrors.

Amy will take it and let herself be lulled by her voice.

"No details huh?" she pulls a different string : "So....what's the best behavior when you deal with those people ?"

A few days before she did want to interview this girl but she never got the chance to prepare the questions so that now she jumps in headfirst.

"You must be kind of brave to face them...." she suggests.

In her innermost self Amy truly believes so, there is no question about that girl being brave.

Somehow she's kind of talking to herself there, rolling ideas as she does just before actually write an article.

But her words fall in no abyss this time.

Ashley snaps her head, brow furrowed and Amy's greeted not with a laugh this time but with a look that one could define as 'outraged up to shocked'.

"Nobody's fucking brave here!" she spits out the words, and this time definitely there is a heat in her voice.

Taken aback Amy instinctively rises hands, palms forwards, in a 'calm down' gesture.

Deep down she'll even think she's the one with reasons to be upset but clearly common conventions don't apply here so that she disregards the thought.

Still too self conscious of the heat invading her nape and the apologetic tone in her own words.

"It's just.....You must be brave to be able to deal with them".

Isn't that fucking obvious?

Amy scans through her souvenirs of what chief Herrera said a few days before, as he'd never knew who had scarred Ashley since she never came clean on that.

Morales's words echo in her head too.

"The day someone from the cartels gets her she's doomed. They don't go easy on fucking snitches."

With the little she saw in the last days and, even more, hours, Amy has a more precise idea how the drug lords would 'take care' of Ashley for tipping the cops.

The thought sends another cold shiver running along her spine but Ashley's following words don't leave her the time to wonder further : "If they catch you generally shut the fuck up, that's what you do!"

She shakes her head in disapproval and tsks : "Or you can pray, if you want. I'll suggest you do it silently though !"

Normally Ashley would either add even more sarcasm to the point of being cruel or grant a silent contempt at most.

But in the long silent minute that follows she finds herself too aware of Amy's eyes upon her instead.

Brow deep in furrow, lips pressed and knuckles getting white around the wheel as she tightens the grip she reconsiders about what to say next and takes a deep breath before quickly glancing back at her.

"That's bullshit Amy. We'll be lucky if they put a bullet in our head right away!"

She pauses then adds gloomy : "If we aren't …."

The blood from Amy's face seems to have drained off, gives her complexion a greenish hue.

Reading fear and anxiety in her look has the power to unexpectedly clutch Ashley's stomach so that she brings her gaze back on the road ahead to avert that sight while abusing her lower lips.

Frowning at her own reaction.

What she knows and consequentially would tell doesn't click with what she's feeling and it's unsettling.

Amy saying - 'Sorry' -, in her small voice, has the power to unsettle her even more.

She has to go back!

Ashley sucks the air in then forcibly huffs it out to release the tension in hands and jaw.

When talking again she puts the effort in for her voice being even : "Do you know what you do if they catch you? You scream, loudest as you possibly can. You scream your guts out....."

*****

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[honeylikesyanderes]

welcome to yan corp! (yandere! office)

you've just been hired by the biggest corporation in your country!

its orientation day and everyone is looking at you in a strange manner but that's okay! this is a perfectly safe company and there's nothing to be afraid of darling! every staff member is kind and they'll treat you well.

but unfortuantely, some might want to keep you for themselves.

let's meet your bosses, shall we!

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chief financial officer

name: knox

age: 29

pronouns: he/him

height: 6'5

personality type: stoic

interests: playing chess, counting money, watching you the stock market

likes: making money, spoiling loved ones, observing human behaviour

dislikes: losing money, insubordination, the colour red.

fun fact: i like money.

vice president

name: quinn

age: 27

pronouns: they/them

height: 5'9

personality type: calm

interests: puzzles, advocacy, worker's rights, knitting

likes: non fiction books (your diary), alternative music, coffee

dislikes: messes, bad coffee, narrow-mindedness

fun fact: i wear a hearing aid >_<

head of human resources

name: florence

age: 25

pronouns: she/her

height: 5'6

personality type: mischievous

interests: reading, writing, research

likes: reading staff (your) profiles, writing queries, firing incompetent staff, pastries

dislikes: talking to knox, talking to bennett, interacting with most men

fun fact: my nickname is iron lady.

chief marketing officer

name: priest

age: 27

pronouns: he/they

height: 6'0

personality type: cheerful

interests: social media (stalking you), art, human perception

likes: cooking, taking naps, going out on fridays

dislikes: distasteful jokes, being bored, doing paperwork

fun fact: angel is my twin :)

head of sales

name: angel

age: 27

pronouns: she/they

height: 5'1

personality type: sweet

interests: economics, human perception and behaviour, baking (sweet treats for her darling)

likes: sweets, pastries, tea, staying up late

dislikes: camomile tea, insects, being away from her twin

fun fact: i'm the older twin :)

chief technology officer

name: bennett

age: 28

pronouns: he/him

height: 6'4

personality type: mysterious

interests: everything tech, hacking (your devices), exploring cybersecurity

likes: looking at (your) search histories, hanging out with priest, good food

dislikes: loud noises, bright lights, encrypted folders

fun fact: i'm a bit of a piercing addict

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once again, you're welcome to yan corp! we sincerely hope you enjoy your time here! dont deny them when the time comes darling.

[keiitopop]

quick, doctor! the patient needs to see tummy peeking out of a loose top to live!

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - 41

PREV

Two and a half hours into the Banquet and FF had not moved from the chair he had sat in at the start of the banquet. He hadn’t gotten up for water. Hadn’t gotten up to go to the bathroom. Hadn’t gotten up to dance despite Nicky’s pleading. He hadn’t even gotten up when a Raven had come over and asked him to.

He was not leaving his seat.

The stadium could be on fire and he’d still try to be the last one out.

Until there was a time where he could slide out of this chair without a single eye on him and put on his winter jacket without it seeming strange he was going to remain seated.

The answer on why was under his precisely placed napkin.

It had all begun about an hour and fifteen minutes ago, not that FF was counting. Dinner had been wrapping up and people had started to get up and jostle about. Flirtations were flying across the table and generally over FF’s head. The team had been smiling, there’d been laughter, and it had seemed unlikely for anything to go wrong.

He relaxed and that’s where he made a mistake.

FF could not eat the meal served. He’d had his liquid dinner on the way over on the bus so it didn’t bother him much to have a decent looking meal in front of him and not being able to eat it. He wasn’t going to eat so he hadn’t even unwrapped his cutlery, wanting to save the clean up crew from at least his set of utensils. He hadn’t placed the napkin over his lap to protect himself, what danger could there possibly be when he was not going to be eating?

The danger came when a Trojan smacked the table hard as he laughed at something that he had taken as a joke but, knowing Kevin, was probably a serious suggestion.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate and more specifically a meatball that was with the pasta served with the beef tenderloin.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate and more specifically a meatball that was with the pasta served with the beef tenderloin so that it fell off of his plate and onto his lap.

Fell right onto his unprotected lap.

FF had looked down at his gray pants now irreversibly blemished by the errant meatball. His mind flashing back to when Nicky had decided on these pants. Remembers how Nicky hadn’t wanted him to vanish in the lower lighting of the banquet.

FF had grabbed his cutlery and put the napkin over his lap, far too late to save his pants, but fast enough that no one would see that he had spaghetti pants.

After that the trajectory of his evening had changed dramatically.

He was going to sit here all night until they were getting into the bus and then he’d have his winter jacket on and it was a long jacket that would cover his mark of shame. You might think that FF could just slip under the radar and go try and clean off the stain or at least hide somewhere less conspicuous.

He would, he really would, except he can feel the eyes of Captain Jeremy on him regardless of how low his presence is. FF entered into Ultra Stealth but Captain Jeremy merely turned to him and asked a friendly question that had Nicky startle remembering that FF was next to him still. 

Captain Jeremy has x-ray vision and can see the wall behind the wallpaper. Captain Jeremy can see colors that mantis shrimp can only dream of. Captain Jeremy is standing in some secret government office pointing on the radar as CIA and Military officials look on going “What are you talking about he’s right here?” with a smile.

Captain Jeremy was the kid that ate all the cheap fruit on a dessert table before he looked at the cake when he was a kid.

It’s the first time in his entire life that he’d been completely unable to slip below someone’s attention and if it were any other time he might feel good about that. Might enjoy the idea of being seen and having the attention of someone like Captain Jeremy on him.

Except FF has Spaghetti Pants.

FF cannot escape the man’s determination to ‘make it up’ to him after Aaron had let slip that FF had a restraining order against one of his brothers.

FF insisted that it was okay.

Captain Jeremy insisted on making sure he had a good time.

FF insisted that a good time for him would be to sit at this table all night by himself. He kept to himself that what would really make it would be for him to sit without anyone around to notice he had spaghetti pants.

Captain Jeremy seemed to think that it was due to the still healing stomach injury and insisted on at least keeping him company then, unaware of the unvoiced second part.

So Captain Jeremy of the USC Trojans had declared himself FF’s banquet buddy. A man that was friends or at least friendly with almost every single player here at the banquet.

He looks around the banquet and sees the various tense standoffs at the other tables. These were men and women who would find even the smallest thing and never let you forget it.

He doesn’t know what he’d do if they realize he had spaghetti pants.

How does one recover on the court when the person you���re up against can remember the cold December evening that you dumped a meatball on your pants? He can already hear the jeering nicknames.

He wants to sink into his seat but he’s afraid to shift at all, worried he’ll dislodge the napkin in some way and the newest person coming up to say ‘Hi’ to Jeremy Knox will notice the marinara stain on his pants.

While Jeremy was distracted he did try to wet Nicky’s disposed of napkin to perhaps clean himself off a bit except before he could a Raven came up to him, “Come with me.” a large Raven Backliner says, jerking his head towards the bathrooms.

“No thank you.” FF answers in return, “I don’t need to do that.” he says assuming that the Backliner had seen him shift in his seat and assume he needed to use the restroom.

The Raven Backliner stood for a few moments as if waiting for him to change his mind but then Captain Jeremy’s attention snapped back, “Can we help you with something?” Captain Jeremy asks and his friendly demeanor had vanished.

“I-” The Raven Backliner started to say before seemingly deciding that it wasn’t worth it and walked away.

Captain Jeremy and him continued to talk. They had somehow fallen onto the SAW movie franchise and FF could admit that he was surprised that the Trojan Captain had watched the series.

“You need to come with me.” A Raven Striker says coming up and interrupting the two of them as they talked about the ethics of SAW. FF believed that it was all well and good to learn to appreciate life but there had to be simpler ways to go about teaching that. Jeremy didn’t disagree, he just also thought that sometimes there were some people who Jigsaw never intended to redeem and those people may have deserved their fates.

FF tilts his head, “Do I?” he asks since it didn’t seem like the ERC had made any sort of announcement and she seems utterly and completely perplexed by his response.

The girl looks at him, looks over her shoulder, looks back at him, “Yes?” she responds sounding so unsure that even FF wouldn’t believe her.

“I don’t think he does.” Captain Jeremy interrupts gaze utterly cooled from the warm one he had been giving FF throughout their philosophical debate.

The Raven Striker looks cowed and FF almost feels bad for her but not bad enough to console her when he has spaghetti pants.

She leaves.

FF and Captain Jeremy’s conversation shifts to winter break plans. Captain Jeremy is going home to his family and he’s taking Jean Moreau with him. “I think my mom likes him more than she likes me sometimes.” Jeremy laughs heartily. “He deserves nice holidays though so I’m always happy to bring him up.” he says voice and features going soft as he looks to where Jean Moreau was standing with a raised eyebrow next to Andrew as Kevin and Neil were having some animated conversation.

FF talks about his own plans with the Foxes and how he’ll be spending the break with them. He thinks Captain Jeremy looks a little sad about that but whatever sadness there is Captain Jeremy moves past it quickly and starts to ask if he had plans to go anywhere specific in New York. He heartily recommends the LEGO store when FF says he’s never been.

“Someone important wishes to speak with you.” An Offensive Dealer from the Ravens says and he looks like he’s about to shake apart as he stands in front of them.

“Who?” He asks, tilting his head and sipping his water.

The Dealer looks at him.

“Is it that hard of a question to answer?” Captain Jeremy asks voice stern once again.

“He’s…Master is-” The Dealer goes paler and Smith can’t help but pull out his handkerchief from his front suit pocket as he sees the Dealer break out into a cold sweat.

“You don’t look well, maybe you should sit down?” he asks with his handkerchief extended in offer. The man looks at him and then the handkerchief and then takes it. “Thank you.” he says 

“Wow a handkerchief? My pocket square is just a fake one sewed in.” Captain Jeremy laughs jovial once again as the Raven took a seat shakily.

“It’s something my dad used to always say.” Smith thinks about the additional handkerchiefs in his pockets. “A gentleman always has a handkerchief on hand to help.” He pulls out a second one, “A real gentleman has two.” he adds and folds the new handkerchief into shape for the pocket square again.

Captain Jeremy laughs, “Sounds like a great guy! He must be happy you took his advice to heart.” he says and it doesn’t hurt that bad when Captain Jeremy is saying it since he’s saying something so nice.

“I hope so.” he agrees and doesn’t feel like ruining the mood.

Captain Jeremy turns his attention back onto the Raven who has taken a seat and his eyes soften on the Raven, “Wow you really are pale. Not a lot of sunlight in the Nest?” he asks.

The Dealer swallows, now visibly the most nervous person at the table which is saying something considering that FF is at the table.”I-I’m just pale naturally.” he denies.

“Sit and talk with us until you feel better.” Captain Jeremy insists, “What’s your name by the way?” he asks.

“Michael.” He answers awkwardly.

“Great, my name is Jeremy,” Captain Jeremy points at himself, “and this is Smith. So, have you ever been to New York City before?” he asks

Captain Jeremy, FF, and Michael chat at length about Michael’s New York pizza recommendations. Captain Jeremy asks about some of the places he has been in New York and the longer Michael is there chatting the more color comes to his face and the more vehement he becomes that Captain Jeremy managed to pick all the worst places by accident.

“You’re kidding me! It was 10 bucks a slice, it has to be good!” Captain Jeremy exclaims looking as if Michael was telling him Santa and the Easter Bunny weren’t real.

“If you’re paying more than $2.50 it’s a rip.” Michael insists passionately. “If it’s more expensive than the subway ticket then it’s a racket!” he slams his fist down at the table.

“You mean to tell me that I was lied to by that person I followed on Twitter?” Captain Jeremy asks, appalled.

“Swindled.” Michael insists.

“Christ, I’ve given that recommendation to so many people.” Captain Jeremy and while gesturing he puts his elbow in his own remaining spaghetti, “Oh shit.” he says. Smith looks at the black suit jacket and thinks about a future one step to the left where he had on black pants and a black suit jacket.

“I’m sure it’s good.” FF tries to comfort offering Jeremy his third handkerchief, this one from his left pocket since the one in his breast pocket was a specific color for the ‘look’ that Nicky had wanted. “It’s just not representative of a New York slice,” he adds.

“Thanks Smith.” Captain Jeremy takes the handkerchief wetting it with the glass of water nearby and wiping away the excess of marinara and spaghetti. “I’m going to go wash this off and try to dry it for you.” he says holding the handkerchief up.

“You don’t have to do that.” FF says but Jeremy is waving him off as he stands.

“Sit tight, I’ll be right back.” he says and heads off.

FF turns to Michael, “So I shouldn’t trust anything more than $2.50?” he asks.

Michael shakes his head and turns to look at FF, “Absolutely not.” he says with a smile before FF can see his eyes flick away and he stiffens. “Hey, it’s…” he looks down and the handkerchief, “it’s been nice chatting with you but… is there anyway we can take this conversation somewhere else?” he asks.

FF blinks, “No, I’m not getting up until the party is over.” Smith declines because by this point the stain has set. There is no stealthily cleaning it now that Captain Jeremy has left.

“So, you’ll get up once the banquet is over?” Michael asks leaning across the table and as he does that Smith can see a fairly ugly bruise on the Dealer’s forehead.

“I’ll have to won’t I?” he asks because despite the not-zero possibility that he’ll get left behind by the team again. His gaze shifts to Nicky who is leaning heavily against Matt as the two sway back and forth dancing and laughing. Probably about 50/50 at this point, depending on how quickly FF can make his way out of the stadium.

Michael looks at him and there’s something in his eyes that feels saddened, “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” he says before rising to his feet. “Thank you for this.” he says and hands the handkerchief back. FF can’t help but notice how there was a schmear of make-up on it.

The Dealer walks off and FF waves him off with the handkerchief before sliding it back into his right pocket, where he kept dirty handkerchiefs. He lets his eyes wander across the banquet. He sees Aaron and Katelyn slow dancing to a song that is not a slow dance. He sees Kevin and Jean now in the middle of a passionate conversation. Jack is pouting by the punch bowl with a few other Sophomores patting him on the back. Sheena is seemingly trying to flirt with the older bartender. Nicky and Matt have somehow only gotten sloppier in the 2 minutes between when he last looked at them and now. Captain Neil and Andrew are at the dessert table and he sees Andrew offering Captain Neil a chocolate covered strawberry. He sees a gaggle of his fellow freshmen huddled together all sipping their drinks nervously he moves to wave them over back to the table. Threat of the reveal of his spaghetti pants aside he’s not used to be alone anym-

“What the fuck did you just say?!�� He hears behind him.

“I said what I said. She wasn’t even that hot! Get over it!” Another mocking voice.

“That’s it!” the sound of glass shattering and all hell breaks loose.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

NEXT

[go-whump-in-the-night]

“No, baby. Hush… shhh, I know.” Simms ran his hand through Knox’s hair, propping himself above him and kissing the tears off his cheek.

“I know.” He murmured again, “It’s hard, isn’t it? It’s so hard, dealing with the consequences of your actions. Don’t you see, now?”

“You can’t function on your own, you just can’t. Every choice you’ve made up until now has lead you to this. To this night. To me.”

Simms’ eyes were soft and caring as he looked down at Knox, at complete odds with what he was saying.

“You need guidance, Knox. You need someone to teach you, to properly shape you, and I’m the only one who can do it. Can’t you see?”

[wtftaylr]

Falloutober Day 1 - Okey Dokey

amnesiac courier has arguably inappropriate reaction to nearly getting murdered by Jackals

cheeky closeups under the cut!

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neil josten has never once understood social conventions

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Black butler dumps + self insert oc(recent and old sketches)