#knifey

[doodledork01]

Pretty interesting that although knifey will talk a lot of shit, the second after he lets his actual feelings of being unappreciated slip, he becomes super apologetic. Like, who hurt you?

#high on life #high on knife #knifey

[neon-entity]

Happy belated 1 year anniversary to High On Life!! This game has brought me so much joy, I think about it like 24/7. Thank you Squanch Games for sharing this wacky galaxy with us!!

#high on life #high on life game #knifey high on life #knifey #high on life fanart #kenny high on life #kenny #squanch games #digital art #alien art #neons art

[nachoistaken]

Drawn something different for once.

#high on life #high on life game #high on life art #high on life fanart #gene #knifey #art #gene high on life #knifey high on life #fanart #best bois #fr fr

[visceravalentines]

I wish you would write a fic where...

poly sinclair

or good ol' s/o almost dies

or sinclair almost dies and s/o saves them

feel free to ask for more details, once i start thinking i can come up with quite a lot of stuff

- 🔪

Alright, prepare to suffer. I combined all of these into one angst-filled rollercoaster, but it does end with one big family cuddle, so it's probably okay.

Never Again

Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!GN!Reader

Wow so much blood and violence, murder, lots of profanity, reader does not die but is seriously injured and loses consciousness, so does a Sinclair, hurt/comfort, ANGST!!

Bo and Vincent had both instructed you to stay in the house, as per usual.  You knew the drill, you kept the doors locked, kept the lights off.  They couldn’t keep you away from the windows no matter how much each one of them pleaded or scolded.  You’d be damned if you didn’t at least try to keep an eye on them. 

This group was a pretty standard one.  A mix of two male and three female victims, they had been easily separated.  You stayed upstairs while Lester drove two of the women to the house where they were promptly seized upon by Vincent.  Bo was keeping the others busy down at the station. 

“Everything’s going okay?” you ask Lester before he hops back into his truck. 

“Yeah, sweet pea, everythin’s fine.”  He smiles at you.  “I’m gonna tell ‘em those girls wanted to head up to the House of Wax so I dropped ‘em off, then Bo’ll bring the rest of ‘em over there and he and Vince will wrap things up.  I’m gonna go post up on the road outta town just in case, you wanna come wait with me?” 

“No, I think I’ll stay here.  I want to be close in case I need to help or something.” 

“Well, now I don’t know about that.  You can stay here, probably safer that way.  But don’t you go runnin’ out doin’ anything stupid.” 

“I won’t.”  

He kisses your cheek.  “It’ll be over soon, sweet pea.” 

You stand on the porch and watch Lester’s headlights disappear down the hill.  The sun was just barely visible on the horizon.  It would be over soon, just not soon enough for your taste.  Rather than returning inside, you sit on the porch with Jonesy for something like half an hour, trying not to count the minutes, waiting for all three of them to come home. 

Gunshots cut through the evening haze. 

Your blood turns to ice.  Jonesy’s ears prick and she growls deep in her throat.  You know the sound of Bo’s shotgun.  That wasn’t a shotgun. 

You scramble to your feet and throw open the front door, coax the dog inside with you.  Your limbs feel weightless with adrenaline.  The thoughts whipping through your head aren’t conscious, simply a string of decisions.  You take Vincent’s Bowie knife off a peg by the door, hooked it to your belt, and grab Bo’s keys.  He’ll have to forgive you for taking his truck later. 

The engine roars to life and you speed down the hill toward the lights of the station and the crack of three more gunshots. 

 As you screech around the corner onto Main Street, the headlights illuminate a figure standing alone in the middle of the road, a gun in her hand, and two men locked in a desperate struggle fifteen feet away.  Almost of its own volition, your foot slams on the gas pedal, and the victim barely has time to turn around before you plow into her with the truck, sending her flying. 

Before the truck has even fully come to a halt, you are out of the cab and rushing towards Bo and the victim he is tussling with.  The shotgun lies on the ground between them and the victim has a second handgun clutched in his right hand, which Bo is valiantly attempting to wrest from him.  You make it three steps before someone seizes your arm. 

You whirl to face them, hand on the knife, and recognize Vincent.  “Vincent, what the hell is happening?!” 

He doesn’t even bother signing.  The way he hauls you back towards the truck is unmistakable.”

“Vincent, stop – we have to help Bo – I can help – ”

A gun goes off so close to you it rattles your skull, once, twice, three times.  You watch, stunned, as a hole appears in Vincent’s thigh and then, as he sinks to the ground still gripping your arms, another blossoms in his shoulder, and blood spurts from his neck. 

You scream, look over your shoulder and see the woman you hit with the truck, still sprawled on the road, wearing an expression of grim satisfaction.  As gently as possible, you lower Vincent all the way down and extricate yourself from his desperate grasp, fumble for the knife, and charge the unlucky bitch who used up her last shot. 

You’ve never killed before, but it isn’t hard.  Even in your rage, you waste no effort, going directly for the throat.  She is dead within seconds, but you continue stabbing until her head is nearly disconnected from her shoulders. 

“Cindy!” you hear someone cry.  You look up, see that the last remaining victim has managed to squirm away from Bo, whose expression of naked rage is fast draining into horror as he pieces together what is happening. 

You start to stagger to your feet, bloodsoaked, vibrating with anger.  You aren’t thinking straight.  You only just register that you have made yourself a target before time stops and several things happen at once. 

The last victim takes aim at you.  You begin to drop back into a crouch.  Bo breaks into a dead sprint.  The victim pulls the trigger two times before Bo is on him.  You don’t hear the gun go off.  You feel a sudden scalding fire in your side, a flash in your ribs, then nothing. 

For what may be seconds or may be hours, you cannot see.  You cannot feel.  But you can hear Bo roaring profanities and the progressively wetter sound of the last victim’s head being slammed into the pavement again and again. 

You do feel something, then – the whisper of fingers spidering across your wrist. 

“Vincent,” you think you say.  You clasp his hand.  His fingers are cold.  So are yours. 

You become aware again of your vision, of Bo splattered with gore and crouching in front of you.  His eyes flick frantically back and forth between you and his twin. 

“No no no no no.”  He touches your cheek, grips Vincent’s arm.  “Goddammit, y/n, what were you…no, Vincent, keep your fucking eyes open.”  He slaps his twin across the face.  “Don’t you fucking do that.”  He lets go of you for a moment, props Vincent up against the truck.  “Stay awake, y’hear me?” 

He comes back to you, hands hovering, not sure what to do.  He looks so distraught.  You wave his hands away.  “I’m fine, Bo…I’m…it’s not my blood.” 

He looks at you in disbelief.  “No, darlin’…it is.  It is.  Vincent, goddammit!”  He shakes his twin, grabs your hand, tries desperately to keep a hold of two-thirds of his world as it slips steadily away from him. 

Your vision starts to fade again.  “Bo….” 

“No don’t you fucking do this to me, y/n!”  His voice is hoarse, bordering on shrill.  “Don’t do this to me!” 

You reach for his face, want so badly to comfort him, but your arm won’t move, your vision is swimming….

“Jesus fucking Christ, what happened?!”  A new voice cuts through the darkness. 

“Lester!” Bo yells. 

You are dimly aware of someone hoisting you up off the ground, carrying you through space, setting you down on cold metal.  “Don’t worry, sweet pea, you’re gonna be fine, I promise.” 

“…Lester?” 

“That’s right, honey, we’re gonna get you fixed up.” 

Your head falls back against the side of the truck bed.  The stars look like they’re racing down towards you and you flinch, waiting for the impact.  You hear Lester shouting again. 

“Bo, you gotta help me, I can’t lift him by myself!” 

Time dilates and contracts in the minutes it takes them to shuffle around the back of the truck and haul Vincent into the bed.  He’s no longer conscious. 

“Where are the keys?” Bo asks. 

“You’re not fuckin’ drivin’, climb up there with ‘em.”  Lester does not wait for a response, climbing into the cab of Bo’s truck without waiting to see if he listens. 

He does, for once, leaping up and pulling the tailgate closed behind him. 

The last thing you see before the vehicle lurches forward and you too drop into oblivion is Bo, defeated, sagging to the floor of the truck bed beside his twin. 

When you come to, you are in your bed, and you are not alone.  You look to your left and see Vincent asleep on the other pillow, hair fanned out beside his face.  Sandwiched between you is Bo, also sleeping, his head tucked against Vinny’s shoulder, his hand in yours.  The pain doesn’t come until you try to move.  You groan, give up on sitting up. 

Bo jolts awake, immediately alert.  “Are you okay, darlin’?” 

“I think so….”  You groan.  “I don’t…what happened?” 

He touches your neck, your face.  “You scared the holy hell outta me, that’s what.”  You meet his gaze, find a heartwrenching mixture of exhaustion, fear, and love in his baby blue eyes.  “I thought I was gonna lose you.”  His voice breaks. 

You shake your head, feel the tears welling up, grab onto him for dear life.  He wraps you in his arms, buries you in his chest, murmurs your name over and over.  The pounding of his heart grounds you, comforts you, and despite how close it came, you cannot imagine an end to your life with these wonderful, fragile men. 

“I’m sorry, Bo.” 

“Shut up.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you.” 

“Shut up.  It’s over.  You ain’t ever leavin’ me.”  He presses his lips to your temple, fighting tears. 

“You’re right.  You’re right, I’m not.”  You let out a long, shaky breath.  “Is Vincent okay?” 

“Yeah.”  Bo’s voice is thick.  “Yeah, he’s gonna be alright.  Les…Les saved him.  Saved you too.” 

“Where is he?” 

“’M right here.”  Yawning and rubbing his eyes, Lester sits up and stretches, previously slumped in an armchair hauled upstairs from the living room.  “You’re all very welcome.” 

“Come here, you.”  With a tired smile, he drags the chair across the floor so he’s close enough for you to reach out and touch him.  He kisses your fingers.  “Where would we be without you, Les?” 

“Fucked.” 

You laugh and even Bo manages a chuckle. 

“You ain’t never leavin’ me either, y/n,” Lester says, and a shadow crosses his visage.  For a moment, you see how afraid he was, how hard he fought for you and for his brothers. 

“Never.”  You squeeze his hand. 

Vincent stirs, moans.  Bo is instantly attentive, but Vincent sleeps on.  His twin gingerly drapes an arm over his chest, curls up against him, shatters your heart with the expression on his face. 

“I have a request,” Lester says.  “With all due respect, can we never do this again?” 

“Absolutely,” you reply. 

You stroke Bo’s hair, your other hand clasped firmly in Lester’s, and you pass the afternoon this way, connected together, safe and alive. 

#house of wax fanfiction #poly sinclairs #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #asks #anon asks #knifey

[cloverina-sasha139]

Happy First Anniversary to High on Life

#high on life #Kenny #Knifey #Gus #sweezy #creature #lezduit #harper #B.A.L.L #Bounty Hunter

[wheezerblue]

What gave you the right to be so silly sir???

(Knifey; High on Life DLC)

#i love them #i'm tweaking bruh #autism #hes so silly #sillyposting #silly #silly little guy #so silly #silly guy #cursed #funny #shitpost #silly stuff #knifey #high #on #life #DLC #high on life #high on knife

[spacemiddenzz]

testing out my new tablet with a doodle of my mech-gladiator oc knifey

#hi guys hiii #guess who got a new huion #knifey #my art #my oc #doodle #digital art #junker oc #csp #overwatch oc #knifey is technically also my bg3 tav. iykyk #'crush twink with rock' is probably high up there on their list of objectives #spacemiddenzz

[dozzlegramcracker]

I love this game

Dude it's so goofy and funky how does anyone hate this game 😭

if you don't like R&M humor don't play it bro

Google Search: is it bad to love sentient guns?

I am a degenerate

#im a simp #high on life #knifey #i am a degenerate bro #what is it like to smoke alien drugs?? #GENE GOT MPREG AEAEAE #knifey is so weird fr

[botslayer]

High On Life Theory dump:

Theory A, why some aliens have human names and others kind of don’t: the translator nanites are translating all the alien names to “English” approximations because it’s what the character can make sense of. So, for example, his name isn't actually "Gus" but means something along the lines of what "Gus" means as a name on Earth.(”Exalted,” “Majestic,” or less possibly, “Of Augustus.”) The ones that don’t get this treatment, say, Garmantuous or Krubis, are because there isn’t a translation close enough to it for the nanites to infer anything from so they just let it be. Theory B, Knifey’s true species: I think he's "Gatlian" in that his species comes from Gatlus. I have a theory that most Gatlians ambulate kinda like worms or in the case of Gus's species, octopi, but if you were to pull the leather off of Knifey's "Handle," he would probably have spider-like legs and crawl around on them. The blade is actually an augmentation, or perhaps just a sharpened and shaped horn. Knifey’s species probably evolved on an island somewhere on Gatlus separated from other areas which allowed for some unique differences compared to other parts of the planet, a phenomenon observable on Earth. Look up Owl Parrots for an IRL example. Theory C, Gatlian anatomy: Gatlians can shoot stuff out of their butts as an evolutionary overhang for trying to escape predators. Knifey’s people can do what they do because climbing cliffs all about them on a particularly metallic island area of the world was just the easier way away from predators. Theory D, There are many “Gatlian” species: Jist look at all the anatomical differences between Gus, Creature, Kenny and Sweezy, and realize that alone is all the argumentation I need. They’re all still collectively referred to as Gatlians to save time tho.

Theory E, the last one, is a behind the scenes one: I know part of Gus’s references for his design included a muppet/yipyip looking thing but I think all of them are actually based loosely on Boglins as a general rule, Boglins being a product Roiland at least is demonstrably familiar with given the fact that Rick from Rick and Morty owns one.

I will now include some pictures of IRL boglins for demonstration.

There isn’t really a po9int to this post, I just needed to scream these into the digital void. 

#High on life #Kenny #Gus #Sweezy #Knifey #Creature #Rick #Rick and morty #Boglins #Gatlians #Gatlus #Theory #theories #dump #screaming into the void #Speculative anatomy

[dark-giver]

Totally out of context, but I can't wait to see Safi torture Aeduan to death

#the witchlands #susan dennard #aeduan #safi #truthwitch #Knifey #It's going do be great fun #Witchlight

[renardoniro]

Knifeeey!! 🤪

#knifey #high on life #gaming #video games #fanart #renardoniro

[doodledork01]

Knifey’s glow up era

#high on life #knifey

[neon-entity]

WHY DO THEY POG SO MUCH IN THE DLC

#high on life #high on life game #and yeah this is going in the main tag because its too silly #high on knife #knifey #harper high on life #neons screenshots

[nachoistaken]

Some sketches of high on life nothing really special

#high on life fanart #gene high on life #high on life game #high on life art #high on life #kenny high on life #kenny #knifey #knifey high on life

[visceravalentines]

you can't just reblog prompt lists and ask people to request things, bitches have issues making decisions (it's me, I'm bitches)

okay sooooo options:

“i’ve never want to fuck you more than i do now” / “i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly” for Bo

“i want you inside me” or “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop” for Lester

“don’t tempt me” for Vinny

“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you” probably Bo and... well (afab?) reader who doesn't/can't masturbate

“don’t worry i’ll make you feel really good” any of the Sinclairs

my brain is stuck on dilf!bo, poly sinclairs, and dark!lester (though dark vinny and bo rule too) (but fluff and love and romance and softness as well) (everything is good)

- 🔪

Omg thank you for all the ideas, Knifey! I picked the Lester prompt because he's been on my mind lately and he's a darling and I love him.

"I want you inside me" and "Are you sure? Once I start I don't think I'm able to stop"

Lester Sinclair x GN!Reader

1.9k words

Smut, dark!Lester but also soft Lester, dubcon, primal play, creampie

There was something irresistible about Lester Sinclair. 

He always seemed so earnest, so genuine.  Maybe even a little naïve.  The way he would chatter on about the turn of the seasons, a stranger he met at a gas station, a butterfly that happened to flit past you.  He was a ray of sunshine through the trees. 

But at times it seemed like there was something else going on, a shadow that would bleed through to darken his face.  Like maybe the surface lay undisturbed only because whatever swam beneath lurked too deep to breach very often.  It fascinated you, unsettled you sometimes.  If you were ever to pursue it, he’d laugh it off. 

“Just thinkin’ about somethin’, sweet pea.  Don’t mind me.” 

Thus far in your relationship, you’d done little more than kiss in the cab of his truck, give him sweet pecks goodbye and hello to bookend his work day, hold hands as you walked down Main Street.  He was extremely shy with his affection. 

You figured he didn’t have a lot of experience and was nervous to take things past a certain point.  You often tried to coax him along, putting his hand on your leg or hip, and he would rest it there for a minute before withdrawing quietly, and the darkness would flicker, and he’d shrug it off. 

He was taking you out for a sunset drive in his freshly scrubbed truck.  It would not remain spotless for long and you wanted to take advantage of it.  There was a string of rolling hills near Ambrose, and he parked the car on the bare crest of the biggest one.  From here, you had a stunning view of the hollow and beyond.  The scar of the highway was barely visible in the distance.  Ambrose really was in the middle of nowhere. 

“Sure is pretty,” Lester said.  His face was golden in the light. 

You reached over, rubbed his thigh.  “Kind of romantic, don’t you think?” 

He looked at you with a bashful smile.  “I guess so.” 

You leaned your cheek against the headrest.  “Les…what’s the matter?” 

He frowned.  “What d’you mean?” 

“We’ve been together for a while now.  I really want to…go further with you.”  His dark eyes were laser focused on your face, a hunter’s focus.  “It’s okay if you don’t have a lot of experience, I mean…I don’t either.  We can figure it out together.” 

He sighed.  “It ain’t that.  I don’t think y’know what you’re askin’ for.” 

“I do,” you insisted.  You moved your hand up his leg to rest on his bulge.  “I want you inside me, Les.” 

Something indescribable snapped behind his eyes.  “Sweet pea, we can’t.”  He pushed your hand away, opened the door and climbed out. 

You scootched across the bench seat to follow him.  “Why not?” 

“We just can’t, y’won’t understand.”  He leaned against the grill of the truck, squinted into the sun. 

You stood next to him.  “Is it something about me?” 

He let out a single, mirthless chuckle.  “No, it ain’t you.  You’re…perfect.” 

“Then why won’t you sleep with me?  Don’t you want me?” 

“Of course I do, sugar.” 

“Please, Lester.”  You touched his arm.  “I want you so bad.  What are you afraid of?” 

Without warning, he pushed you against the truck, pinned your wrists against the hood at your sides.  His hips pressed into yours.  Your eyes went wide, searching his face for that sunshine, finding it had disappeared.  He smiled a thin, regretful smile. 

“Sweet pea, once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” 

Your heart was pounding.  “Then don’t stop,” you whispered. 

His smile disappeared.  His gaze bore into you.  “It ain’t gonna be sweet,” he murmured. 

“That’s okay.” 

“You know I’d never hurt ya.” 

You swallowed.  “I know.” 

He glanced at your lips, leaned in and kissed you.  It was sweet, at least at first.  Then his tongue was forcing its way past your teeth, deep into your mouth, his grip tight on your wrists.  You moaned and parted your legs so he could lean into you. 

His teeth caught your lip, pinching lightly once, and then harder, hard enough to hurt.  Your mouth fell open, a tiny cry of pain slipping out, and he crushed his lips against yours again.  You tasted blood and tobacco, a rich, salty-sweet combination.  He began to grind against you, and in spite of yourself you felt the twitch of arousal in your core. 

“Lester,” you gasped. 

“Angel baby,” he moaned.  “You’re all mine.” 

You tried to twist your hands free.  He was deceptively strong and you were powerless until he released them.  You fisted his shirt, pulled him even closer.  Suddenly he yanked himself away, took hold of your hips and flipped you around, bent you over the hood of the truck and rutted against your ass. 

His mouth was on the back of your neck, sucking a line of purple bruises down onto your shoulder.  You groaned as he drew his tongue up along the side of your throat.  “Oh, sweet pea,” he muttered in your ear.  “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you cry.” 

Your breath caught in your throat.  “Lester – ” 

“Will you do somethin’ for me?” 

“Anything,” you mumbled. 

He pressed his lips to the soft skin behind your ear, whispered one word. 

“Run.” 

You didn’t give it a second thought.  He took a half-step back, allowing you just enough room to pull away from him.  Fear and arousal swirled together in the pit of your stomach and you took off down the hill. 

Was he fast?  You weren’t sure.  You’d never seen him run.  He only ever stalked his prey, never chased them down.  You resisted the urge to look behind you, because it was hard enough keeping your footing on the uneven ground already.  You weren’t sure where to go, weren’t familiar with the area, and the nearest line of forest was halfway down the hill –

He slammed into you from behind, throwing his arms around your waist in a sloppy attempt to cushion your fall.  You skidded on your knees, caught yourself with your hands, made a pathetic effort to scramble away from him. 

“Ah-ah, where y’think you’re goin’?” 

He plunged his Bowie knife into the ground in front of your face and you froze.  It filled your field of vision.  You barely registered his arms around your waist, his hands fussing with the button of your shorts.  He tore them open and yanked both your shorts and underwear down your legs, leaving you facedown and exposed in front of him. 

“Goddamn,” he mumbled.  “Never wanted anythin’ so bad, angel baby.” 

You heard the jingle of his belt buckle, the small zip of his fly.  Your hands clutched the grass, your heartbeat loud in your ears.  His hands were on your sides, a stabilizing force before he plunged himself halfway into you. 

You gasped and he groaned in concert.  You’d never even seen his dick but he felt enormous, pushing deeper into you with short, frantic thrusts, forcing you to stretch around him.  You whined, tearing at the grass, throwing your hips back to meet him, pulling him so far in that you could feel him hitting the back of you. 

“Fuck,” he growled.  “Y’feel so good, sugar, it ain’t right.”  He slid his hands under your shirt, raking his nails down your back. 

“L-Lester,” you gasped.  “Honeybee….” 

He grunted, landed a stinging slap on your ass.  You sank your teeth into your lip, clenching around him, overwhelmed by pain and pleasure in equal measure.  His hand slipped between your legs and he fumbled at your sex without breaking rhythm.  You keened and writhed, trapped against him. 

“Want ya to cum with me inside o’ you,” he said, breathless.  “Wanna feel you squeezin’ me.” 

You whimpered, swept away with so many sensations at once.  His every thrust drove you into his hand, helpless in his grasp, and the way he hissed your name over and over was too much to withstand. 

You began to buck against his hand as you careened towards your climax.  “Oh yeah,” he groaned.  “Fuck yeah, baby, take it like that, y’like that?” 

Open-mouthed, you cried out as you came, fingers digging into the soil, tears springing to your eyes as he fucked you even harder through your orgasm.  It was intense, all-consuming, whipped the ground out from under you so you were spinning in the scarlet light of the sunset, reduced to a tangled mess of nerve endings. 

Lester grunted, swore, and you felt the sudden, swelling heat as he finished inside you, his grasp on your hips bruising, the sound of both of you panting weaving through the chirp of crickets.  His hands loosened their grip slowly, running over your ass and down your thighs. 

He pulled out of you and you exhaled, abruptly so empty without him.  You felt his hand on your back and then a very gentle swipe of soft flannel as he cleaned you up with his shirt.  He tugged your underwear back up, then your shorts, and you lifted your head slowly, dizzy as your body puzzled out the flow of blood back into your extremities. 

“You okay, sweet pea?”  His voice was small and soft, the edge dissolved away. 

You sat back on the hill, took a second to regain your bearings.  He sat right next to you, not touching you, elbow on his knees, his shirt balled up in front of him.  When you looked at him, his expression was troubled, brow furrowed. 

“I’m sorry if…well, I’m just sorry I guess.” 

You shook your head.  “Don’t be.  I’m good.”  You leaned against him.  “Hold me?” 

He needed no other encouragement.  He wrapped you in his arms, pulled you against his chest as he fell back into the grass. 

You rubbed the scruff on his chin with your thumb.  “Lester…” you said, “you’re an animal.” 

You watched him struggle to suppress a tentative smile.  “Yeah…heard that before.” 

“How long did you think you could keep that a secret?” 

He shrugged.  “Dunno, figured we’d just…never screw probably.” 

You laughed and he broke into a grin.  “That’s a horrible plan.” 

“Well, I’m not much of a thinker.” 

Your arms tightened around him.  “Why wouldn’t you just tell me you like it rough?” 

His smile dropped.  He looked very serious.  “Cause you’re so…I dunno, so…nice.  Thought it’d scare ya.” 

“It did,” you said.  “It was hot.” 

A surprised laugh burst from his chest.  “You’re weird.” 

“Lucky for you.” 

He kissed your forehead.  “Promise you’re okay?  I didn’t hurt ya or nothin’?” 

“No.  Just scraped up my knees a little bit, but that’s alright.” 

“Well, I always say it ain’t an adventure unless someone’s bleedin’ by the end of it.” 

“I’d go on another adventure with you.” 

He looked at you like he wasn’t sure you were real, buried his face in your neck, squeezed you tightly.  “You’re somethin’ else, sweet pea.” 

You held him close for a long time, until the sun sank below the trees, until the sky glowed blue-black, until the fireflies came out.  You never minded a little darkness. 

#asks #knifey #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader

[cloverina-sasha139]

Want you gone.

#high on life #bounty hunter #dr.Gurgula #Kenny #Knifey #Gus #Sweezy #Creature #krubis #douglas #skrendel brothers #dr.giblets #nipulon #garmantuous #g3 cartel