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the-oracles-maw · 1 month

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Playing cards with the Deathslinger

My first DBD fic!! contains: killer!reader, just straight up peepaw Caleb save a horse...

You could say you've settled into your role in this strange new world.

It's routine. You find yourself... somewhere. The Entity starves. It's your responsibility to feed it. When it is sated, you're sent back to the campfire. The Entity's food? You don't care to know. You've grown numb to it.

You've seen others who have a similar role to yours. Particularly two men and two women about your age. The thrill they get from their assignment by the Entity. Licking the blood from their knives and bats. As for you? Your eyes just linger on your hands coated in red. They would definitely be stained.

Your cohorts weren't much for conversation, save for the aforementioned killers your age. They were often met with a grunt or a cold shoulder.

Which is why you pondered endlessly about this bond you created with the Deathslinger.

Caleb thumbed through the deck of cards, dealing them between the two of you with almost impossible dexterity with rotting fingers. He never spoke much (perhaps that's what made it so easy for you to open up to him, you fear you'd annoy the old man.) When he did speak, it was an odd voice: a midwestern drawl somehow with a heavy Irish accent. It wasn't unpleasant.

His lips rise into a ghost of a smile and even his entire face seem to barely light up as you play your hand.

"'Might be the only person your age who knows how t' play twenty-five."

"I don't know," you shrug. "Back home we'd text each old games as a gimmick. I'd imagine there's a couple kids who know how to play because of that."

"Bah," Caleb waved his hand. "That don't count. Come on, now! Nobody appreciates the simplicity of the classics no more."

You shrug. "Guess not."

Caleb gives you a crooked smile. "Ain't many young folk like you no more, mo chuisle. I taught you well."

Caleb called you that a lot. Mo chuisle. A little more often than your actual name. And you were the only person whom he called by name. You never asked him what it meant.

Your conversations often went like this. Caleb would crack an uncharacteristic joke about your age, sometimes when he was in a good mood, you supposed within earshot of the group of friends called the Legion.

"What surprised me the most," you began, "was how sloppy they were." You eye the hand you intend to trump on Caleb. "It's like they're just sticking their hands into the live wires until something works."

"Suits you, don't it? Make it easier on you?"

"Eh, I think I prefer the challenge." You knew that was what exactly Caleb wanted to hear. His broken jaw made his proud smile comically lopsided. You fan out the cards you intend on trumping Caleb with, and he raises a brow, putting down his hand.

"You sure about that?" He asks lowly, eyeing your hand quizzically.

"What?"

"I think you should look at that hand again, mo chuisle."

You look at your cards again, and notice a fatal fumble in your hand that would have cost you the game. You fight a blush you feel coming onto your cheeks and sheepishly pull back your hand. "Huh..."

"Come on now, you know better than that."

Caleb wasn't sure what he saw in you. Or why he gave you such special treatment. There were a few "killers," he supposed that were around your age. A few too many, he supposed. What made you different? Was he unconsciously reminded of someone from his past? Did he think you were weak and needed protection?

He wasn't sure what it was about you that tugged at whatever was left of his heart that endeared him to you. It felt natural. He needed to protect you, and he didn't know why.

It was best he'd kept it that way.

"Look here," Caleb fanned out his set of cards for you, continuing on with the game you both briefly forgot you were playing. "I reckon we jink this, mo chuisle."

Mo chuisle.

Maybe one day, he'd tell you what your little nickname meant. One day, if you all somehow get out of here, or, when eventually, this dark God decides to turn on you all.

— mo chuisle: "my darling" "my blood" literally means "my pulse." macushla: the song where "mo chuisle" comes from.

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nearly-headless-max · 6 months

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Late Night Tinkering

i've realised that there are more fanart scenes of Caleb drinking, than Caleb tinkering/engineering in dbd fandom time to change it

also i tried warm grey promarkers, they're pretty neat

#artwork #my art #fanart #illustration #caleb quinn #dbd #the deathslinger #dbd fanart #traditional art #dbd deathslinger #deathslinger dbd #promarkers #ink art #ink drawing

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kyuoki · 15 days

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he. spins.

#that's it that's the post #he spins.#caleb quinn #the deathslinger #deathslinger #dbd #dead by daylight #caleb quinn dead by daylight #caleb quinn dbd #deathslinger dbd #deathslinger dead by daylight #horror game #horror fandom #slasher fandom

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aceviscontiswife · 10 months

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May I request some fluffy ( and possibly smutty ) headcanons for The Doctor, The Knight, and The Deathslinger with a clingy, touch-starved ( FtM ) boyfriend? Like, he's the kind of guy that gets blushy and riled up just from holding hands or getting a kiss on the forehead totally not just describing myself nuh uh

Killers with a FtM! Clingy/touch-starved reader

So this is more on the fluff side (Tarhos specifically), but I did try to add a bit of spice! Hope you enjoy! if I got anything wrong please correct me, this is my first time writing for a trans reader so if I made a mistake I apologize!!

Warnings: Some suggestiveness (Doctor and Deathslinger), Knight is a bit confused but tries his best to understand, mentions of insensitive questions (Deathslinger) but nothing is outright said.

• Herman is all for it! He’s quite clingy as well, so you’ll usually always have his arm wrapped around your waist, his hand holding yours—anything Herman can do to remind you that you’re his. The fact that you’re touch-starved only makes Herman want to hold you even more.

• Herman is quick to learn your body; each sensitive spot, where you liked to be touched—Herman knows it all. While he might be a crazed ‘doctor’, he’s surprisingly respecting of you and your boundaries.

• Oh, and when he notices just what his acts of affection do to you, you best believe Herman is only going to do them more. Now, however, he’ll send small shockwaves throughout your body. Not enough to hurt you, of course, but you could definitely feel them. Herman will send little ripples of electricity running through you, even with the slightest caress of his fingers. He loves seeing you jump and squirm under his electrifying touch. The more reactive you are, the more Herman will shock you.

• Herman knows exactly what to do to have you a squirming, moaning mess. He knows how to rile you up until you’re practically begging for him, and because you’re touched starved it doesn’t take much (that doesn’t mean Herman won’t tease the absolute fuck out of you)

You were almost finished with the first generator when a static blast ran throughout Midwich, causing you to scream and let go of the almost completed gen. While most would simply shake off the ripples of electricity coursing through their veins and get back on the generator, you didn’t. Instead, you left the small classroom you were in and began to look for the Doctor—Herman. It wasn’t long until you found him and embraced him in a tight hug, heat bubbling in your core as Herman sends a small jolt of electricity down your spine. “Hello, love.” He greets, his signature laugh following his words. “Did you miss me, my sweet boy?” Herman runs his fingers down your side, pulling away from the hug and taking your hand in his. The contact left you blushing, stuttering for words which only made Herman laugh again. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He hums, his free hand resting on your thigh. His touch was driving you crazy, and the teasing look in Herman’s eyes told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“I’m sure your team wouldn’t mind if you were gone for a moment, hmm?”

• Tarhos is, for a lack of better words, confused. Why are you so touchy-feely? Tarhos isn’t saying he doesn’t like it, he just isn’t used to it. At first he would awkwardly wrap his arm around your waist, holding you close to him (moreso as a way to tell others that you’re taken). As time passed, Tarhos began to open up more, and it wasn’t long until you realized he was even more touch-starved than you were.

• Much like how he was with your constant need for his affection, Tarhos was confused but supporting of gender. You were the first person he’s met who was open about who they were, and while he was still trying to learn what to say and what to do, Tarhos accepted you with open arms (or in his case, a grunt and a nod).

• This man is desperate for affection, but will he tell you that? No. What gave it away was the fact that Tarhos always had to be touching you in some way. Any slight caress and he melted behind his armor, practically dragging you away so he could hold you close without anyone seeing you two. Despite being quite clingy and extremely touch-starved, Tarhos did not want to appear vulnerable in front of anyone other than you and his guards.

• For someone who had never really cuddled before, Tarhos was a natural. He could hold you in his arms for eternity, his large hands running over your chest, side, and thighs until you were practically begging for more. Tarhos wasn’t exactly expierienced, but he will gladly give you what you want.

You and Tarhos were lying in your shared bed, finally able to enjoy some time away from Tarhos’ guards. You were practically laying on top of him, Tarhos gently running his hands down your sides as he spoke up in a gruff tone, his helmet discarded so you could fully hear his deep voice. “I enjoy when we can spend time like this, y/n.” Tarhos admits, his confession leaving you blushing and melting into his touch. “I do too.” Your voice was soft and quiet compared to his, but neither of you seemed to mind. One of Tarhos’ hands stop running up and down your sides, moving to your chest—right where your heart would be. He could feel the beat of your heart on his palm, and for the first time, Tarhos leaned his head down and placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I… love you.” Though his voice was quieter than it had ever been, and he sounded a bit awkward as he spoke, you could tell Tarhos was sincere. Your heart almost exploded upon hearing Tarhos speak those three words but you managed a response. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

• Caleb surprisingly doesn’t mind. In fact, he loves how clingy you are. You’re touch-starved as well? Even better. Because of his past with Bayshore, Caleb is very protective and possessive of what’s his. Whether that be holding you close to him, or small gestures that simply reminded you that Caleb cherished you dearly.

• One thing about Caleb however, is that while he doesn’t mind that you’re trans, that won’t stop him from accidentally asking some insensitive questions. It’s a product of his time, but he’s quick to put a stop to the questions if you tell him to. Caleb isn’t trying to be rude, he’s just a little curious—and also doesn’t understand what questions are appropriate and what are not.

• When Caleb figures out just how much you like his affection, he’s like a changed man. Small, private cuddle sessions soon became Caleb holding you whenever and wherever he wanted. Hand holding soon became Caleb’s arm around your waist. Caleb also began doing smaller gestures such as a kiss to the forehead, hand, and anywhere he could get.

• Caleb takes pride in his affect on you. He isn’t afraid to seek you out during a trial, hold you in front of others, Caleb doesn’t care as long as he’s with you. If his touch starts to rile you up, then you best believe Caleb will drag you away to somewhere private and… help you out.

The entity had dropped you off at Dead Dawg Saloon, something it did quite often now that you were seeing Caleb. You found him in the saloon, sitting at the bar and sipping on a glass of whiskey. When he saw you he set his drink down, gesturing to his lap before clearing his throat and speaking up. “C’mere, handsome. Take a seat.” His offer left your face red, and though you were flustered you were quick to make your way to Caleb and sit in his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close.

“Y’ like it when I hold y’ like this?” Caleb teases, lightly running his fingers over your hips. He knew damn well you liked this, and the content hum that escaped your lips only proved that. “Good.” Caleb dips his hand lower, palm resting on your thigh. You squirm under his touch, a tingle running down your spine at the contact. Caleb chuckles, leaning in and pressing his lips against your neck. “Very good.”

#dead by daylight #the knight dbd #tarhos kovacs x reader #tarhos kovács #knight dbd #doctor dbd #herman carter #the doctor dbd #deathslinger #the deathslinger #deathslinger dbd #caleb quinn #caleb quinn dbd

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yugiohcardsdaily · 2 months

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So I managed to get the Adept achievement for every Killer I own in Dead By Daylight. Even the Nurse, and that was on my first try, somehow.

I want to get another Killer. One of the Killers that costs 4500 iridescent shards (an in-game currency you earn through experience) and not one that costs 9000.

The names on the poll are in the order that the Killers' images are shown in that screenshot.

More about The Twins More about The Blight More about The Deathslinger More about The Plague More about The Clown

Help a sister out, please! Even if you don't know DBD, feel free to vote for one of these guys.

#not duel monsters #polls #dead by daylight #twins dbd #blight dbd #deathslinger dbd #plague dbd #clown dbd

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imtooscaredforthis · 4 months

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Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Three: Companion

Mentions of: Blood, Guns, Injury, Drug Use, Deathslinger sucks, Typical Trial Shenanigans, and Leon is sexy that’s all

A/N: ITS FINALLY TIME FOR MY POOKIE BEAR TO SHINE

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya

@prettycutebunny @vandeaad

You haven’t interacted with anyone from the Legion ever since what happened with Frank. At first, you felt empty, realizing how much time you spent with them outside of trials, and not the other survivors. They were much closer with each other, having their own bonds and social circles.

You were far too focused on getting out of here to pay attention to any of that. But now as you were faced with the cruel reality of the situation, you realized that you had made a mistake.

While they might not directly relate to you like Frank did, these people were on your side. They all wanted to help you, not hurt you like your old killer friends.

In fact, they have helped you a lot already. Kate saved you and gave you a place to stay when in need. There was also Bill, Chris, Claire, and Leon, who were all good company.

You smiled over at Leon as you continued to work on the generator together. It was nice to have a familiar face in trials. It was nice to have someone you could trust. Someone who was on your side.

You flinched when you heard the sound of a gunshot in the distance. The two of you exchanged knowing looks. Deathslinger. He was always a pain in the ass.

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You and Leon stuck together as you went from generator to generator. It wasn’t until you had two generators left that you had to split up. One of your teammates had been downed, and the other was hooked.

“I’ll get them.” Leon said, pulling away from the generator. “Okay, be careful.”

“I will.” He gave you a heart fluttering smile as he walked off which got you so distracted that you almost made the generator explode.

Leon managed to save one of Dwight, but got hooked. So after you patched Feng up, you went to find him.

You saved your other teammate, but by the time you reached him, Deathslinger was hot on your heels. You pulled him off the hook as fast as you could. “Run. I’ll distract him.”

You put your body between him and the killer, blocking him off and protecting him. He jammed the blade of his gun into your back, making you yelp in pain. You didn’t care, as long as Leon was safe.

You sprinted through the junkyard, hiding behind piles of scraps and old metal, and used cars, dodging the bullets shot at you. He frowned in annoyance and impatience, and you could hear him grumble and growl with every missed shot.

This is perfect. Just keep him distracted while your teammates can finish the last couple of gens, and everything should be-

Before you could finish that thought, he managed to land a shot, the barbed spear hitting your side. A searing pain ran through you as you dug your feet into the ground feeling him start to reel you in. You clawed at the chain, trying to pull it out or break it off, hissing in pain. Deathslinger laughed to himself smugly, entertained by your struggles. He finally caught you. Or so he thought.

Out of nowhere, Leon came running to your aide, breaking off the chain. The killer let out a frustrated growl, while you stumbled off, attempting to run.

“C’mon, there’s only one generator left. We’re going to get out of here. All of us.” Leon reassured you. That motivated you to run a little faster, but you still couldn’t move at full speed, the pain in your side too great.

Then, you noticed that the gun wasn’t pointed at you anymore. It was focused on Leon. Just as the spear was launched towards him, you dove and pushed him out of the way, tackling him to the ground.

You found yourself straddling him, your face growing slightly flushed. Both of you were panting softly, staring into each other’s eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” As you pulled yourself off of him, Deathslinger approached slowly, reloading his gun.

“Aww, would you look at that? Just two little lovebirds trying to save each other. How sweet. Since you both wan’ta stay together so bad, I guess you can die together.”

His voice changed from condescending to murderous in a heartbeat as he loomed above. He shot again, and it landed right between the two of you, as you both went your separate ways, sprinting in opposite directions.

—

“Hey.” You smiled when you spotted Leon at the exit jogging over to him. Dwight had already left with Feng, so it was just you two. “Glad to see that you made it.”

“Yeah, you too.” He smiled.

“Guess the ‘lovebirds’ made it after all.” You called out mockingly, laughing to yourself. He let out a small chuckle, before turning to leave. “Shall we?”

—

Later that night, you had a long break from the trials. Usually, that meant you were finished, but occasionally The Entity likes to fuck with you and drag you into the trial whe you were in the middle of sleeping. You figured you’d take your chances.

Just as you were about to light your blunt, there was a knock at your door, making you jump. You shoved the blunt and baggie of weed under your bed, getting to your feet.

A feeling of dread overcame you as you wondered who it could be at this hour. If it’s Frank, I’m slamming the door right in his face. I’m not going to forgive him after one shitty apology like last time. I’m done with him.

You reminded yourself as you went to answer the door. You let out a mental sigh of relief when you saw that it was just Leon.

But then you felt even more anxious at him being here. Much more self conscious about you standing in front of him in just your tank top and sleep shorts, and your tousled bed head hair.

“Hey, sorry. Did I wake you?” He greeted, his voice soft. He found himself unable to keep eye contact with you, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously.

“No, no, you’re completely fine. What’s up?” You replied. “I was just wondering if uh, if we could talk?”

“Sure. Want to come inside?” You opened the door a little wider for him to enter.

“Okay.”

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orcheeddd · 1 year

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Alice in chains make me think of slinger

#my art #dead by daylight fanart #dbd #dead by deadlight #dbd fanart #the deathslinger #deathslinger fanart #deathslinger dbd #caleb quinn #dbd killer #horror fanart

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dinych · 2 months

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#artists on tumblr #digital arwork #dinych #art #artwork #dbd killer #deathslinger dbd #dbd art #dbd fanart #dead by daylight fanart #caleb quinn

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bubbasbubblebutt · 7 months

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"You know barbie actually has a gun in the movie-"

"Oh bullshit"

#MORE PEEPAW QUINN CONTENT BECAUSE IM DEPRESSED #Joey wanted to be a different version of Ken so #peepaw has a soft spot for his favorite grandbaby #if you tag this as a ship im sending anthrax to your house #caleb quinn #susie lavoie #the deathslinger fanart #the deathslinger #the leigon #leigon dbd #the deathslinger dbd #deathslinger dbd #dbd #dbd killer #dbd fanart #dead by daylight fanart #dead by daylight #barbie #the barbie movie

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lilbluebastard · 2 months

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Caleb Quinn, I love him but I hate this! It SUCKS! I’m going to bed!

#the deathslinger dead by daylight #deathslinger dbd #caleb quinn dbd #dbd fanart

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the-oracles-maw · 9 days

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don't you beg for love

kinda a vent fic to console myself. Anyway, it's been a hot minute and I'm sorry about that. Finals are coming up. Also also if anyone wants to see a different dbd killer feel free to request who!

Cowboy grandpa Caleb gives you some cowboy grandpa advice.

The Grave of Glenvale had become more of a home to you than the Entity's twisted copy of your own. You've never been to Arizona, you would reason. What young folk like yourself haven't fantasized about being a mysterious cowboy looming into a Saloon? Big, hot iron strapped to your hip, ready to clean house of bandits?

You kept telling yourself that as you made your way into the Saloon, or what was left of it. Some of the letters reading "DEAD DAWG" had been shot off, making it read more like the "D D DA G SALOON"

You were fine, you told yourself. You were curious about what the whiskey was like in the late 1800's. You were into the cowboy aesthetic.

A grumble and a cough rings out. An uncharacteristically chipper voice that did not suit whom it belonged to.

"Why, ain't you a sight for sore eyes."

You weren't fine.

If you were fine, you wouldn't have totally just perked up hearing the mangled voice of the undead bounty hunter that all but took you in when you found yourself in this warped, new world.

Caleb's genuine smile was comically lopsided, one side of his face completely, grotesquely smooshed thanks to the bullet that shattered and ripped through his jaw. If one knew any better, they'd turn tail and run from the sight.

The outlaw ran his thick fingers over the rim of the glass of fresh neat whiskey, which somehow looked drinkable. The Entity was good to her killers, that was for sure, apparently.

"What're standing there for, mo chuisle? Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I don't bite."

Trying not to drag your feet, you settle on the barstool across from Caleb, looking away from him. Already, you felt a little bit better. The sound of glass dragging across old wood makes your eyes snap up at him, Caleb holds a new glass of whiskey for you. Where it came from, you haven't a clue. The Entity had her ways, perhaps. And you didn't dare question it.

"Have some," He drawled. "Yer lookin' rough."

You paused, and look at the honey colored liquid, already anticipating the bitter, burning sting down your throat.

"Well? Go on." Caleb insisted, nudging the glass towards you.

You take the glass, and slam it back. "It ain't like them fancy rich folk pops yer used to back home. You're not meant to taste it," you remember Caleb telling you. You cough loudly as you down the drink in one gulp, still not used to the bitter burn, causing the man to laugh.

"Bah, you'l get use to it, eventually. Now, talk to me dotey," Caleb stretched, you could hear the creaking of the metal brace on his bad leg. "What's eating at you now?"

What wasn't eating at you? Compared to Caleb, and most, if not all of your cohorts, you hadn't been here very long. But, if one was keeping track the best they could, it was likely you'd been trapped here for a little over three months. You did the Entity's bidding well. You gave her fresh sacrifices. She was please and kept you healthy and strong. But still...

You felt out of place.

You struggled to connect with your fellow killers. Even the band known as the Legion, who seemed just about your age, seemed... off-put by you. The outgoing and charismatic Danny Johnson wouldn't give you a second glance. When the killers mingled about the campfire before retreating to their respective realms, you were forced to stay far away, or awkwardly follow Caleb on the rare occasion he made an appearance.

"So, I..." You began, trying to find the words. "I went out with Frank and his friends."

"Did you now?" Caleb took a swig of the whiskey. "How was that? You have fun?"

You sigh sadly. "It was... I don't know, kind of like I wasn't there. I mean, I had a good time, it was bowling but..."

"Now, lemme ask you something, mo chuisle..." Caleb's voice was uncharacteristically soft. Gentle, even as he leaned in. "Why do you even stick around Frank, huh? You ain't into 'em, and they ain't into you."

You don't have an answer to that, you just look down at the empty glass guiltily. Caleb shakes his head. On your slouched shoulder, a rough hand finds purchase.

"Hey now, you don't mind if you lend me an ear, do ya?"

Not at all.

"Look," Caleb clears his throat, scooching the barstool a little closer to you. "I know it hurts, trust me, I know. But, there's just gonna be folks out there who, for whatever God damned reason, just don't like ya. Doesn't necessarily have to be something you did."

You could tell by the tone of Caleb's voice that this was something he himself's also struggled with: Feeling out of place. An Irish immigrant, undesirable by white employers and pioneers on the western front. "And sometimes, dotey? You gotta know when to give it up."

You sigh sadly. Deep down, you know Caleb is right. Frank and the Legion will probably never see you as a friend. "I know... I... I guess I just want people to like me."

"Why, I like ya!" Caleb playfully nudges you on the shoulder, making you laugh. "But... yeah. I get it. You're still a young lil' thing. You wanna run wild with people your age."

You nod.

"Listen here now, mo chuisle, I know yer crushed," Caleb continued, "It might take a while to, 'find your people,' so to speak. Took me my whole damn life. Took me 'till my last few years to find my people." His lips rose as you both knew he was referring to the Hellshire Gang.

Caleb gently caressed your shoulder, patting it every now and then, his eyes softening. "Ya can't beg for folks to like ya, mo chuisle. It'll only hurt you in the end." A soft smile returns to his face. "And when you find your people, you won't have to beg. You know why?"

You blink, and Caleb grins. "Because the best folk'll see you the way I do, grá mo chroí."

Your eyes don't feel as stingy anymore as you smile back at him. You think you're going to leave the Legion alone for a little while, and stick by Caleb. Sure, your friendship was... unconventional, but you never had to beg for Caleb's attention. And best of all? He was delighted to have you around.

Perhaps your people, age gap be damned, was right in front of you, sharing a whiskey with you.

You wouldn't ever have to beg.

"mo chuisle": literally "my pulse" my darling, my love

"grá mo chroí": literally "love of my heart"

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insertcreativenamehereplease · 1 month

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Blightslinger, one of my OTPs. They invent things together. 🫶

#blightslinger #blight x deathslinger #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd ships #dead by daylight ships #dbd fanart #caleb quinn #talbot grimes #ship art #blight dbd #deathslinger dbd #i hate tagging

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iridescentmemoria · 1 year

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My first tiktok and i used it to simp over deathslinger. <3

#deathslinger #the deathslinger #mine #my tiktok #my edit #video #dbd #deathslinger dbd #dead by daylight fanart #deadbydaylight #dead by deadlight #caleb quinn #thedeathslinger #Aceslinger #ace visconti #caleb quinn dbd

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aceviscontiswife · 1 year

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Hooked || Caleb Quinn

Caleb catches you wearing his jacket and holding his gun, unleashing a primal desire he’d never felt before. (I cannot write accents, so I apologize beforehand). —PS, if you requested something I promise I will do it lol I’ve just been super busy!

Afab! Reader Warnings: overstimulation, marking, spit, oral, creampie, stroking a gun and pretending its Caleb. Caleb does NOT go easy on you.

Part 2

Ps, for those that don’t know, Death to Bayshore is Caleb’s gun as a whole. The redeemer is what pierces the survivor when he shoots them. Also everything in this comes from a place of pure need and desire for this crusty creature. 👍 (if I’m wrong, no I wasn’t)

You couldn’t resist it anymore. You’ve ‘lived’ with Caleb for a while now, the entity dumped you into his realm and you haven’t been able to escape since. Caleb would consider you a friend, as you would him. You respected him and he respected you, which in turn created quite the odd friendship. He was a grumpy, murderous bounty hunter while you were a meek little survivor who hid at the first sound of trouble. You had somewhat looked up to Caleb ever since your first trial with him. He spared you, and even offered to teach you how to play the entity’s twisted game based on what he’s seen other survivors do.

But, despite as hard as you tried not to, you found yourself yearning for more than a friendship. Admittedly, Caleb was more scary than he was attractive—and that’s why you liked him as much as you did. The way he handled other survivors had you squeezing your thighs together to provide some relief to your throbbing clit, as well as sending a shockwave of jealousy through you. He always treated you with such care, like you were made of glass, when deep down inside you wanted him to slam you against a wall, growling and huskily chuckling into your ear while he absolutely ruined you.

So that’s how you found yourself, slowly inching towards Caleb’s sleeping form, ready to act out your half-baked plan to get Caleb to make your wishes come true. He had taken his duster off and lazily tossed it onto the table his legs were propped up on. Next to him was his gun, leaning against the table. While Caleb might be seemingly unconscious, you knew he’d wake and grab his gun if you made even the slightest noise. It was an instinct he had developed, one that made you ponder on what all he had been through before the entity took him.

You reach for his jacket first, slipping on the oversized duster. You had to hold back a laugh, biting down onto your lip to keep quiet. His duster practically swallowed you whole. Next was his weapon, Death to Bayshore. This had to go perfectly. Not only so he didn’t wake up, but so you didn’t have to awkwardly explain why you were wearing his jacket and attempting to take his gun. You’d much rather have him catch you with both of his things.

You grab the redeemer, careful to avoid the sharp points, and lift it up and towards you. ‘Damn, this thing is heavy’ you thought as you balance the butt of Caleb’s gun on the ground, holding the redeemer with one hand while the other caressed the weapon. You close your eyes, trailing your fingers over every intricate detail of Death to Bayshore. You imagined you were touching Caleb instead, his gasps and groans leaving you grinding yourself against the weapon.

Soft sighs and moans awoke Caleb from his deep slumber. Looking towards the sounds, Caleb could barely believe what he saw. There you were, wearing his duster and holding his gun, grinding up against it. Your head was tossed back, eyes screwed shut as you desperately searched for relief. Caleb’s eyes were nearly black as he watched you; a feeling Caleb had last felt when he was younger began to buzz in his abdomen—spreading down to his member that was quickly growing hard.

You had yet to notice that Caleb was watching you, having gotten distracted from the surprising amount of pleasure grinding against a gun had brought you. It wasn’t until Caleb clears his throat that your eyes shoot open and your hips still. Or at least you hoped they did, because the pleasure kept coming in small waves. You stare at Caleb wide-eyed, your plan completely backfiring on you. It had worked and you could tell, but goddamn did Caleb look scary. Scary, and really hot.

“Y’ just couldn’t wait until I woke up, hmm?” Caleb chuckles, standing up snd towering over your small form. “I-“ You begin to explain yourself, but Caleb cuts you off when he grips your chin roughly, making you stare at him. “Y’ planned this didn’t you, baby? Tell me what y’ want from it.” Caleb demands, rubbing your chin with his thumb in a teasing attempt to ease the pain from how roughly he had grabbed you.

“I-I want you to be rough with me… like how you are with the other survivors..” If it wasn’t for Caleb forcing you to look at him, you’d be looking at anything but him. You weren’t expecting Caleb to laugh, but when his raspy laughter filled the saloon you found yourself feeling a little embarrassed, the tips of your ears blushed red.

“Oh Y/n, I could never treat y’ like them. If y’ want it rough then you’re about to get it, but what I do to them, doll, you do not want.” Caleb let go of your chin and threaded his fingers through your hair, tugging lightly on the ends. You hadn’t even noticed that his other hand was placed above yours, his large fingers digging into his guns bayonet—yet the blade left no mark on his skin, no blood. Nothing. You swallow, trying to ignore the desperate wetness of your sex.

You take a daring step closer to the gunslinger, yelping as he suddenly rips the Death to Bayshore out of your hands and tosses it to the side. With the weapon gone, Caleb’s free to pull you against him, his hands nearly covering your entire head as he cups your face. He could kill you if he wanted to. Easily. He was so much bigger than you, so much stronger.

“Caleb…”

Caleb smashes his lips against yours, unleashing a needy, hungry side to him that you had never seen. He needed you even more than you needed him. You decide to speed things up, nibbling at Caleb’s bottom lip as you grind your hips against his. He groans, opening his mouth for you as you both fight for dominance. He was already hard, his cock straining against his pants. Caleb easily won the fight for dominance, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You and Caleb were grinding against each other, the friction providing a small amount of relief to your throbbing cunt.

Caleb suddenly pulls away from you, palming himself as he tossed aside a chair and patted the table the chair had once rested by. “Take y’ clothes off and get on the table. Leave my jacket on.” You nod frantically, following his order with such haste that Caleb couldn’t help but chuckle at you. You take his jacket off just long enough to take off your shirt and bra, tossing the garments aside carelessly. Caleb admires your bare chest, imagining it littered with marks. His marks.

“Look at how hard and fuckin’ needy your tits are, just for me.” Caleb’s words sent a tingle down your spine, your panties practically soaked at this point. Next to go were your pants, shoes, and socks. You barely paid attention to where you tossed them. The last garment left on were your panties, but just as you went to take them off, Caleb stops you.

“Leave those on too. Now get on the table.” Caleb left you no choice, not that you minded anyways. You sit down on top of the table, Caleb approaching you. “Spread your legs.” Caleb was very demanding, but you followed every order as if you were being timed. You spread your legs, exposing your clothed pussy to Caleb.

Caleb groans, staring at you like a predator eyeing its prey. He licks his lips and steps forward, your legs now resting on either side of Caleb. Caleb leans forward, his face inches from yours. “Y’ still want this?”

“Please.” Your voice was weak, you words sounded more like needy whimpers. Caleb smirks, relishing in the gasp that leaves you when he trails his fingers down the wet patch on your underwear. You shudder, your hips rutting against Caleb’s fingers. Caleb hooks a finger under your underwear, toying with the fabric. Your hips jerk up, eager to rid yourself of the barrier your panties made.

Caleb leans down until his head was level with your thighs. His slacked jaw rested against your thigh, his facial hair scratching against the inside of your thighs. Each touch felt like heaven, and it only intensified when Caleb finally slipped off your panties. “Yer’ soaked doll, just for me.”

“Please, Caleb… touch me, please.” You were on the verge of begging, desperate to be touched. Caleb chuckles and places a kiss dangerously close to your folds. He litters kisses along your thighs before biting down on the soft, squishy flesh of your inner thigh. You yelp, your back arching as Caleb kissed the now red, marked spot on your thigh.

Satisfied with every little bruise and bite Caleb left on your thigh, he focuses his attention on your soaked cunt. His hot breath hitting your pussy had you panting, already so worked up and he had yet to even go down on you. He started with a kiss just above your clit, your legs wrap around him and trap him; not that he’d want to be freed anyways. You plead for Caleb to stop teasing, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open in a silent scream when he finally licked a stripe up your folds and places a rough kiss on your clit.

“F-Fuck, Caleb! Yes!” The killer does not respond, instead he hums against your sex, sending a heavenly vibration straight to your core. Your thighs clench around his head, Caleb’s hands grabbing at your ass, his fingernails digging into your skin. Caleb sucks on your clit before swiping his tongue over your entrance, lapping at your juices like he hasn’t had a drink in weeks. You pinch at your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between your fingers.

You look up just long enough to realize that Caleb was jerking his hips, rutting against the table. The sight was enough to have a familiar feeling begin to build in your abdomen. Caleb began to groan and pant against your pussy, fucking you with his tongue. You release your sensitive boobs and toss off Caleb’s hat, burying your hands in his messy grey hair. “Fuck- Oh my god, Caleb! I-I’m so close~!” Your words urge Caleb on, he speeds up the pace by adding a finger, his tongue now focusing on your clit as his index and middle finger gathered up your wetness and slid into your tight hole. He immediately set a sloppy, fast pace, and you swore you saw stars when Caleb curls his fingers and hits that sweet spot inside of you.

Caleb pulls away just long enough to tell you to cum. “Cum on my fucking fingers, you can do it.” You nod frantically, your mind so focused on cumming that you don’t notice Caleb begin to undo his pants. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch himself any longer, but he would at least make sure you came first. Your moans grew louder and louder until finally your back arches and with a loud scream of Caleb’s name you cum. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, his cock twitching as he imagines it buried deep within you instead of his fingers.

Caleb pulls away once you’ve come down from your high, licking your juices off of his fingers. You were panting, hands to your side, your hips slightly raised into the air. “I’ve already fucked y’ dumb and my cock ain’t even in ya yet.” Caleb chuckles as you shoot him a glare. Caleb steps back, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him as he strips off his clothing. Almost the second Caleb’s member sprung free from the confines of underwear Caleb fisted his length, pumping it slowly. You watched precum drip from his tip as he stepped back towards you. His chest and arms had scars scattered all over them, some looked like they had come from his past life and some looked like a cruel punishment from the entity.

“Y’ ready, doll? I don’t think I can wait.” Back before the entity, Caleb rarely picked up women. Sex wasn’t a new subject to him by any means, but usually he would treat his lay with respect and make sure they came first. But now, Caleb needed this more than anything. You had always had Caleb’s attention, and now you have him.

“Yes, d-don’t hold back!” Caleb smirks. He didn’t intend to. He presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, and with little warning, he pushes into you and sets a fast pace. You were still a little sensitive from your previous orgasm, so every rough thrust of Caleb’s cock had you clawing for anything you could grab onto, your loud moans filling the saloon. Caleb cups your chin—much lighter compared to earlier, and tilts your head up until you were staring into his white eyes.

“Open your mouth.”

It was a simple command, one you follow eagerly. When your lips part, Caleb leans forward—which grants him an angle that had him fucking into you deeper, and gathers up some of his spit. Sensing what Caleb’s doing, you stick your tongue out, his saliva soon hitting the muscle. You swallow, and with a satisfied grunt Caleb lays your head back down.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.” Caleb pants, lowering himself to your level to plant kissed along your neck and jaw. With each thrust, Caleb grew sloppier, his dick pounding into you relentlessly with no real rhythm, yet the pleasure was so much that you could hardly form words.

“C-Ca- hah~ Ca-leb!” You call out for him, digging your nails into his back as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your hips jerk up, soon meeting Calebs thrusts. The sudden onset of pleasure left both you and Caleb moaning into each others ear. “M’ so close.” Caleb whispers. His eyes were screwed shut and his head buried into your neck. You could feel your orgasm building as well, this time much more intense than the last.

His climax quickly approaching, Caleb begins slamming into you, ignoring the hot pain in his knee as his hips slammed against yours—which in turn filled the saloon with the noises of skin slapping against skin and every sweet sound that left your mouth. “Shit, Y/n!”

What sent you over the edge was Caleb, who had reached his orgasm before you. He plunged deep within you and with a loud moan he emptied himself, the feeling of his cum filling your tight cunt enough to reach you to your peak for the second time.

Caleb continued to thrust into you, much slower now, until you had both come down from your highs. He pulls out of you, watching his cum drip from your entrance with a satisfied smirk.

“Well, you got what you wanted, doll.” Caleb pulls out a chair and sits in it, his cock still rock hard. “Now how about you return the favor?”

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I know… I took forever to publish this lol. Horses and school take up a shit-ton of time! It’s currently 12:16am, and I’m listening to classical music to motivate myself. So I hoped you enjoyed this, I know Caleb isn’t the most popular among DbD simps, so this is for that 1% who love him. Love ya!

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