Ya'll I don't know how to write smut yet. Here is a WIP excerpt. Is this anything?
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"Caleb is, for all his faults, usually quite gentle with you. So when the two of you fall into bed, you expect the soft kiss. You expect against the steady slide of his hand over your thigh, drawing you closer. You know he’s strong- especially for a man his age. He has to be. But you still don’t see it coming, when he rolls you underneath him, body blocking out the light of the oil lamp.
“Let me look at ya” he purrs, pulling back to rest on his knees. The movement forces your legs further apart, as your body makes room for him, and you let out a high noise, the cool metal of his brace cutting against your skin. It’s unfair, how many layers he’s still wearing, when your body is so clearly his to touch. "
I was reminded of my love for death slinger from dead by daylight. I originally was on here for the dbdl fandom welllll before I was writing for cod/GOT fandom. So PLEASE SEND ANY DBD ASKS OR THOUGHTS SMUT OR NOT PLSSSS!
Deathslinger with a Friend with Benefits 🤭 And he catches feelings
Sorry if these suck I've made myself only write fics so for some reason I struggled to write headcanons??? Asdfghjkl. Anyways I think I'm gonna try to do that so I can be more consistent with posting
A sort of friendship probably began before you started doing any of this funny business with Caleb, and it involved multiple instances of jokingly flirting with each other. He thankfully doesn’t really flirt with anybody else, you being the exception for becoming his friend and understanding his story
Even though this is all platonic, it does kind of irk him if you're found flirting with anybody else. He knows he can't get mad, especially if you end up having romantic feelings for anyone else at any point, but...
Yeah, he'll go as far as spooking off any survivors that get too close. Makes you wonder in what form he's feeling jealousy
The flirting happens during and out of trials, and your teammates are sure to be peeved any time they realize you’re facing Deathslinger with them. Hatch guaranteed! But they can’t be that mad when you’re distracting the killer, right?
Which speaking of trials, Caleb doesn’t hesitate to ask about having a bit of fun mid-match. At least he’s nice enough to still let you get the hatch or exit gate in the end if you don’t feel like doing anything. He’ll just need to get some hooks in there so the Entity doesn’t prohibit matches together for lots of fooling around
I’m sure some other sorry survivor tried to get an easy escape from Caleb, seeing how you get it all the time, and the man just laughed. Sacrifice!
It’s not just flirting and screwing between the two of you, there are genuinely a lot of nice moments in the friendship. And Caleb makes sure you know it’s strictly just that. He’s not some lover guy. Nope.
When all this screwing around first started, he was pretty reserved and wasn’t too open to overly affectionate actions (such as kissing, cuddling too much,etc.)
But as the friendship and feelings grows, he slowly opens up and invites more of that affection. It will bother him to no end if you rejects and tease him and remind him he set up those rules. He passes it off as a joke and just laughs it off.
It would make him desperate to have even a little kiss from you. It's killing him.
In fact, after the first time you guys had a bit of fun...he could not get you out of his head. The first time reminds him that he's a lonely man in a lonely realm, so he's the one to seek you out and he casually throws in the idea of sex.
And this lonely man has so many cravings whether he accept them or not, it all begins to really bother him and become noticeable.
He probably takes some time to himself while trying to figure out why such little things are bothering him so much. Caleb is probably stubborn with this and will not accept that maybe some romantic feelings have formed, and he concludes he's just been frustrated with matches lately
Once he goes back to you, will probably be a bit rougher
He eventually does cool down, but it happens faster if you make it clear you're alright with breaking those stupid rules of his and that there won't be any judgement. You'll still be friends no matter what
These new moments genuinely bring the both of you closer, as once again Caleb was lonely despite being around a gang. Never really had a home for a while, and now he gets to receive comfort from you after some fun.
While everything was typically just "casual", if you can even call it that, he does act a bit different when you're doing things with him. He's a tad bit gentler, slower...even loving.
He likes to just hold you after the deed, whether you be on his chest or him on yours, and he tends to think of himself while you're so close to each other. Even then he won't accept the truth about his feelings and thinks it's totally normal for friends to be acting in the way you guys do
It might just take you being open with your own feelings for Caleb to just accept it. Even then he'll struggle to believe it, but he'll ease into it. He always does
Caleb tweaking out 'cause he's so damn touch starved
He immediately smashes your head in with his Kanabo on instinct
Gay panic defense
The evil has been dealt with, Kazan lets out a deep exhale
But...his eyes wander to the letter, still within your cold, stiff grasp
Advantages come from all angles... Don't they?
Kazan takes the letter, convincing himself he'll use whatever information he finds inside against you
It smells like you... Not that he checked
(He did)
A red wax seal holds the letter closed
Kazan looks closer
You had carved his family crest into the wax
Something foreign invades his body, something other than rage
It's nervousness
He opens the letter, making sure to keep the seal intact
For no reason in particular
(He's pocketing that mofo)
Instantly, he's impressed by your penmanship
So organized, clean, and sharp
But its contents are even more eye catching
The love letter is short and sweet
But what follows is even sweeter
A haiku
Kazan feels his heart skip a beat
He checks it once, then again, and one more for good measure
Yep, no mistakes
The loud pop of a gen echoes through the trialground, snapping him out of his trance
Kazan whips his head all around, looking for witnesses
Finding none, he pockets the letter
He stares at your lifeless body, feeling something else flutter in his chest
Guilt
The Trapper - Evan MacMillan
Evan stares at you as you hold your letter out for him to take
After a long, uncomfortable silence, he takes it
He brings it to his face, inspecting it through the holes of his mask
Evan has absolutely no idea what to do here
He looks back at you
"Do you...want me to fuck you?"
Romantic gestures are new territories for Evan, so he honestly thinks this is just your way of asking for dick
Whichever the case, he has a job to do
He puts you down without hesitation and hooks you up, leaving without a second glance
He's still holding the letter
Part of him wants to rip it up, and the other is curious to know what you wrote
He sloppily tears the letter open, reading it hastily as he walks to the next gen
Evan stops when he reads a bit more
You weren't asking for a ball slapping, eye watering, toe curling, deep dick fuck...
You were asking for his heart
You wanted all of him, hooks and all
Okay now he feels a bit bad
Evan reads some more
You actually drew a portrait of him within the letter, saying you learnt of his knack for art from Philip
Now he feels even worse
He lets the others save you without hiccup
In fact, he basically leaves for alone for the rest of the trial
He stops chasing and hurting the others occasionally to stare at you from afar, observing that focused look on your face as you work on gens or heal a teammate
Evan feels butterflies and he no longer has the strength to swat at them
It doesn't matter if he kills all your friends or if they opened the gates and left; Eventually, you're alone with him
He holds your letter out, watching as confusion sets on your face
"I'm dirty and sloppy... I'll ruin it"
He sounds vulnerable, waiting for you to respond
You curl your hand over his, folding the letter into his palm
"I want you to keep it," you say softly, as of talking to an apprehensive deer
He doesn't know what to say
Whatever he was going to respond with gets stuck in his throat as you lean in to kiss the cheek of his mask
He watches as you leave through the exit gate, glancing down at the letter in his hand
The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn
Obviously you're joking... Right?
Cuz there's no way you'd be attracted to someone like him— Old, beat-up, and grumpy
You'd have to push him some more if you want him to accept the letter
Convince him you're being genuine
Eventually, he gives in and takes the letter from you
He glances around nervously, like he's expecting the other survivors to jump out and laugh at him for falling for the joke
He opens the letter, stunned when he sees there's actually things written inside
A blush creeps into his face as he reads, only deepening when he reads more
After he's done, Caleb can't even meet your gaze
After a few moments of silence, he speaks
"I can.....uhhh....keep this... right?"
Talk about awk as hell
Even after the trial, he lies awake thinking about it
Caleb rereads the letter over and over
You're gonna have to be the one to seek him out outside of trials since he's way too embarrassed now
"Yer serious 'bout this, ain'tcha?"
He decides to let his guard down just a bit to let you in
Be prepared to give him lots of reassurance
"Yer sure ya ain't mistaken?"
Caleb isn't one for words, so instead of writing you a letter, he makes you trinkets out of scrap metal
If you kiss him as thanks, he'll actually die on the spot
So please don't... unless you're evil as hell
The Mastermind - Albert Wesker
Wesker makes you kneel as you give him the letter
After snatching it out of your hands, he scans it meticulously
"I see you've made eleven spelling mistakes"
He enjoys the way you tense up instantly, like a puppy waiting to be put on punishment
"How adorable"
He ALLOWS you to watch him put the letter in his inner coat pocket
He would never admit it, but this certainly boosted his ego to new heights
Albert lifts you off the ground and tosses you over his shoulder
He carries you to the basement
"Stay here while I deal with your companions"
He leaves to kill the rest of your friends
After every hook, he pats his chest to make sure the letter is still there
He'll deny he ever did that if you ask him though
Once he returns, Wesker will bombard you with questions, expecting an answer within 5 seconds or less
What took you so long? What do you like most about him? Would you choose him over your friends? How can you satisfy him?
He loves how easily you crumble under his interrogation, blushing and stammering like a fool
Once he's had his fill, he picks you up again
He carries you to hatch
Before he lets you go, he grips your chin and makes you look at him
"I suppose I ought to leave you with something"
Wesker reaches into his coat and pulls out a pair of sunglasses
"I hope you can explain this to your allies," he chuckles
Before you can protest, he puts them on you and drops you into the hole
The Cannibal - Bubba Sawyer
Freezes in place and gasps when he sees you hold out your letter
He lets out a happy squeal before dropping his hammer and chainsaw to the ground
Bubba takes the letter from you gently, treating it like glass
He immediately plops onto the ground
He tears open the envelope carefully and take out the letter
He's completely forgotten about the trial
He reads the letter, shaking with excitement
It's sappy, sweet, and everything he's ever wanted
Even when the sounds of popping generators ring through the trial grounds, Bubba doesn't take his eyes off the letter for a second
He occasionally stops reading to either make a sound of happiness or cover his face out of embarrassment
Once he's finished, Bubba will stand up and pull you into a bone-crushing hug, lifting you up a bit and swaying you around like a ragdoll
You're definitely leaving this trial unharmed
He grabs your hand tightly, marching over to the hatch or exit gates and lets you leave with a goofy wave
The Entity doesn't even punish him for it since his joy was so great it made up for the lack of bad emotions from the survivors
He immediately works on writing a letter for you after the trial is over
The next time you see him, expect another bear hug followed by a letter being shoved in your face
It's messy, sticky, and covered in glitter
Crudely drawn hearts cover the inside as the letters are shaky and almost intelligible
But you can tell Bubba put his whole heart into it
The Ghostface - Danny Johnson
Instantly smug as hell
"Oh, what's that? That for me?"
He takes it from you and immediately tears it open, tossing the envelope behind him nonchalantly
His mask moves as he visibly reads through the letter, occasionally chuckling and shaking his head
Danny finds this scenario so fucking funny— A survivor having a crush on a killer
After he's done, he looks up at you
"Do you have daddy issues or something?'
He laughs loudly when he sees a hurt expression flash across your face, walking over to wrap an arm around your shoulders
"I'm just messing with ya, cutie"
Danny marches over with his head high to one of the hooked survivors, waving the letter in their face
You stand to the side awkwardly, unable to meet your friend's bewildered look
"Your homeboy is down bad for me. Whaddya think about that?"
The survivor grits their teeth struggling to keep the Entity's claw from puncturing their chest
"I think....Gah!...they.... have daddy issues...fuck!"
"THATS WHAT I SAID!"
You're never living this down
He goes around the map showing off your love letter to the others
After he finishes gloating, Danny hooks you
What? He's the Entity's favorite! He can't his reputation be tarnished
Outside of the trial, he follows you around like a shadow
He deadass interrupts your conversations with the others to tell you he wants attention, and you'd better deliver
Your love letter was basically an invitation for him to claim you as his own, whether you regret it or not
You're his now
Like a housecat that swats at others who get too close to their owner
"That kiss factory better be open, pookie"
He says shit like this in front of any survivor or killer
🏜 Deathslinger x male!Reader headcanons Old friend🔧
Caleb grew up feeling the frowns of others because he was Irish. However, sometimes there were people who treated him not so badly. You were one of those people. You were the son of the owner of a small shop where Caleb's family bought groceries. You were about the same age and you didn't care if Caleb was Irish or not. You were friendly with him and sincerely admired when he showed you his little inventions. He knew that you were sincere and it warmed his soul even when he got older
When you got older, you continued to communicate with Caleb, not even realizing that you had become the object of his feelings. He was in love with you, but he wasn't going to show it. He was sure that you didn't need these feelings of his. You saw him as a friend and he wasn't going to ruin the relationship that you had for the sake of a phantom hope that there could be something more between you. A relationship with him was hardly something you could ever think about at all
Caleb tried not to tell you about what he had to deal with, so you didn't immediately find out what he was put in prison for. You didn't think it was fair, but there wasn't much you could do. Caleb didn't forget about you even when he was in prison. You couldn't visit him, but he hoped that when he got out of prison he would be able to see you. However, this never happened. When he left the prison, he did not find you in the city where you lived. Moreover, no one knew exactly where you went. You just disappeared
Caleb tried to find you, but no matter how much he searched, his search did not yield any results. No one knew where you could be. You had no reason to leave. After your father's death, you became the owner of the family store and he remembered how you said that little would make you leave your hometown. What worried him even more was that you didn't even close your store. It's like you were in such a hurry that you dropped absolutely everything, or you were forced to drop everything. This thought haunted him until he found himself in Realms. Deep down, he was sure that this was the end, until he noticed a familiar silhouette during one of the trials
He knew it was you. He was able to get close enough to make sure, but he was noticed by the other survivors you were with. However, you didn't run away. You looked as young as you did when he was first put in jail. The realization that all this time you were there, suffering, being a toy of a cruel Entity, made his heart ache painfully. At that moment, he realized that it would be much better if you just ran away. However, now you are together again, albeit on different sides of the barricades. Now he had a huge amount of time to finally tell you about the feelings that he had been holding in himself for so many years
Hi I was wondering if I could request a shy/quiet female Reader who has a hard time sticking up for herself like she's a huge pushover (like myself) paired up with Caleb Quinn.
And also I just want to say I really like your work (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
Deathslinger With a Pushover Reader
AN: I’m so happy someone sent in a request for Deathslinger I’ve been absolutely obsessed with him lately! I’m also so glad that you like my work!
He sees everything. Even when you think he’s not looking, he is.
Caleb sees you giving your med-kit to fully healed survivors despite you needing it. He sees when you give them your shiny new toolbox despite you wanting to use it. All for your teammates to leave you hanging on a hook.
Caleb hates when good people like yourself get walked all over. That being said, he does like minding his own business. He has enough problems himself, he doesn’t need your issues too. At least that’s what he tells himself.
The next trail you’re in with him he sees one of your fellow survivors forcing you to give up your brand new toolbox that is in perfect condition.
“I really wanted to use my toolbox this match,” you meekly told your teammate.
“I’ll give you my toolbox.” They quickly ripped yours from your hand and gave you their broken-down one.
Caleb had enough. After he saw that he swiftly pulled you into him using his redeemer. He gently grabbed the back of your head and whispered in your ear. “They’re not your friends, you know. They don’t care ‘bout you. I want you to go over there and get your toolbox back. If you don’t, I’ll kill you next time I see you. You hear?”
You didn’t know what terrified you more, the Deathslinger killing you or having to get your toolbox back. You quickly realized which one would be more painful.
You managed to find your teammate again. “Ummm, I need my toolbox back please.”
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
“I said I want my toolbox back please.”
Your teammate just laughed. “No. I’m using it. You gave it to me. It’s mine now.”
“No. It’s mine! Give it back!”
Unbeknownst to you, Deathslinger was watching the entire thing go down. He was standing behind you, keeping himself hidden behind a large rock. He heard you trying and he was damn proud. The arguing went on for another minute or so and Caleb knew you weren’t going to get the toolbox back. So he took matters into his own hands.
He peaked out from around the rock and pointed his gun directly at your teammate. Their eyes widened at the sight. They quickly gave you your toolbox and ran away. Caleb just laughed to himself and walked off.
You smiled and ran to go find Caleb. He was on one of the far-away sides of the map when you found him.
“Deathslinger! Deathslinger I did it! I got it back!”
He smiled at you. “Good job. Knew you could do it. I got a little present for you.”
Caleb then moved out of the way to reveal the hatch behind it. “Come on now. You deserve it.”
You giggled and gave him a big hug. “Thank you!” You quickly jumped down into the hatch. Yeah, he definitely liked you.
why ride a cowboy, when the cowboy could ride you 👀
. . .
“F-fuck Y/n- Goddamn ah!”
Words barely formed as they spilled from his lips. Trembling, whimpering.
All at her mercy as she continued to fuck him. His nails dug deep into the bed sheets as the veins in his hands pounded. So desperate for something to grab and ground himself as she tore him apart.
His body was in absolute delight, beaming with ecstasy. Each thrust of her hips sent him further and further into the heavenly state. Whorish moans and whines called out to her against his own pride. He couldn’t help it, he need it. He needed her.
“Y/n~ P-please” he begged.
Her fingers slithered their way into the roots of his scalp, giving a surprising pleasant tug. Pulling his head back towards her as sultry words kissed his ear.
“Hmmm?” she teased, feeling him redden.
“Please what, baby? Use your words”
God what this woman did to him. Never in a million years did he think he would ever willingly let anyone take control of him like this and turn him into a downright whore for them. It embarrassed and turned him on to no end.
Her unrelenting pace grew hungrier as he begged, driving deeper inside him. Making his back arch and squirm.
“Please,, harder~” he could barely get the words out. How pathetic he sounded. She loved it.
Pulling a little harder on his hair and shallowing her pace a bit, she smirked.
She heard him, but it was too fun to make him beg.
“What was that? Say it again for me”
Caleb bit his lip as he hesitated. He hated this and loved it so much at the same time. He hated having to repeat himself but he knew better to sass at her otherwise she’d make it worse for him.
“C’mon baby~” she whispered as one of her hands caressed his scarred neck.
“Just ask and I’ll give you anything you want” she coaxed.
His cock jolted with excitement.
“Please fuck me harder! Please, darlin”
he could almost scream from frustration.
Y/n let out an amused chuckled before pushing his back lower and his hips forward.
“As you wish, my love”
His eyes nearly rolled back in their sockets as she fucked him into the mattress. His cock rubbing against the soft covers with every thrust. If heaven was real, this had to be one of the closest things to it.
Muffled whines and moans echoed through the room as she ruined him.
“Such a good boy for me”
she cooed watching his contorting expression.
“Taking me so good. Such a little whore for my cock, yea?”
“Mhmm” he struggled to respond.
She leaned forward, driving her hips deeper against his ass. Biting and kissing his neck as she spoke to him.
“You like when I fuck you like this? Taking me so deep in your tight little hole”
Caleb was practically melting at this point.
“Y-yes please,, keep going- ah!”
His hand managed to slither underneath his thin body to wrap around his leaking cock. Desperately pumping himself to the rhythm of her thrusts.
“Fuck! So close! D-don’t stop, Please!” he pleaded out to her.
Luckily for Caleb, Y/n had no intentions of doing that. The fact they had brought this tower of a man, feared by all down to a puddle on his stomach before her was damn near enough to get her off alone. Let alone the gorgeous moans and whimpers that slipped from his tongue with her every movement.
She dug her fingertips into his skin, pressing downward and pinned him to the mattress almost. Her hips snapped again and again, forcing herself deeper into him as she felt him begin to shake. She leaned her face down and began to nibble and suck on his neck. Feeding him words of encouragement between.
“Cum for me, baby. C’mon~” she almost moaned.
“Let me hear how good I make you feel! Scream like the little whore you are”
His body tensed and released under her as she felt his hips convulsing.
A carnal mix of moans, pleas and growls escaped from him all at once as he emptied himself all on the sheets and on his lower stomach.
He panted into the sheets as his body practically collapsed from the release.
Y/n carefully eased up off him but remained seated inside him, giving a few soft slow thrusts as he continued to ride out his high.
Her tender hands applied soft pressure to his upper back and downwards in a repeating pattern. Feeding him even softer words of praise.
“So good, Caleb” she praised.
“Let it all out, gorgeous”
Caleb let out a soft what could only be described as a whine, as her hands undid him. Once he has grasped all he could from her fucking, he shot her a soft expression that told her he was done.
Without pushing his limits anymore tonight, she carefully pulled out of him and stood from the bed.
Caleb’s tired muscles pushed himself upwards and turned around to lay flat on his back.
She watched his chest heave up and down, still coming down from his high. He was a beautiful sight.
Y/n carefully undid all her harnesses and placed them aside for now. Before returning to his side, she grabbed a towel that laid on the wooden dresser nearby. She crawled back up to his large form and gave him a kiss before gently cleaning him up along his stomach. Caleb considered taking the towel from you and doing it himself but he didn’t. A piece of him enjoyed being pampered for once. After all it wasn’t like this was a common thing he partook in before he knew you anyway.
Once you were done and you sat the towel aside, Caleb wrapped his toned arms around you and pulled you skin to skin with him. He took a moment to just look at you with a hardly unfamiliar lovingness before pressing his lips to yours.
Caleb didn’t really like to talk after sex, not that he didn’t want to, he really just couldn’t make himself.
So that was his way of saying
“Thank You”
His rough hands grasped and groped the softest parts of your body, while sliding his tongue into your mouth. You weren’t done here. You felt his thigh press up in between your legs and rub against you. You were still wet from it all, as much as you tried to hide it.
One thing about Caleb, he believed in fairness. Sure he’d let you have control of him for part the night but be damn sure, he was going to get you in return for the rest of it.
