#caleb quinn x you

[letternotekisses]

Hii! Saw you were doing dbd requests so i wanted to ask for a deathslinger x reader?

take it in any direction you want!! 🪲

Things were often quiet in the saloon outside of trials, minus the odd tumbleweed skittering past or the shrill cry of the vultures perched outside - waiting for more feed, more death. They often trailed Caleb while he made his rounds, intelligent creatures that had memorised the esplanade of blood that followed him.

He was well used to the quiet. A silence had fell over him long before before the Entity's embrace, a mute, dull rage broiling under the surface.

The day moved slowly with the absence of a trial - or at least it did, before the tentative keys of the saloon's piano began to toll. Not many of the other executioners often came through to his realm, and the break in quiet was surely enough to spark a tad of interest within Caleb.

The piano was a rickety old thing, sanded down all improper and chock full of splinters, and it had been a long time since anyone had given the instrument time of day. Your fingers, soft and unmarred with such delicate skin, glide over the wood in marvel, a tender gesture opposed to the usual aggressive flashlight blinding Caleb was used to.

He watches from the doorway with his finger hooked over the Redeemer's trigger, ever silent as not to disturb you while you play. A tune he wasn't familiar with, and it was clear your fingers were stumbling as you tried to recall the right notes, yet it was still the sweetest damn thing he'd heard in a while.

Caleb could kill you where you sat. Spear your back and disembowel you, scatter your guts across the dust like chicken feed for the vultures. But he didn't, there was no place for violence outside of those trials - not in his bar, anyways. He lowers the Redeemer, a rasp on his lips that startles you to his presence.

Poor thing. You jump away from the piano like it singed your fingertips, mashing the wrong key and scaring a crow from the window that had come to watch you play. You look like you want to run, a fox with it's hackles raised when it spots a stalking wolf.

But you don't. And Caleb approves. Locking eyes with you for one tense moment before he simply walks off, the sound of his heavy boots on wood fading out as he goes on to continue his rounds of the gallows.

A silent agreement. Just a small, tiny little one. You fill the quiet, and he lets you.

[sharksnshakes]

Killers' Big Spoon vs. Little Spoon! HCs

Everybody has a soft spot. Even killers in the fog... right?

AN; still very conflicted over some of 'em but fuck it we ball. monstercuddlers, your time is now

TW; none i can think of

Big spoon

CALEB QUINN, Frank Morrison, Ji-Woon Hak, Albert Wesker, Herman Carter, Pinhead

Little spoon

Philip Ojomo, Max Thompson Jr.

Both

EVAN MACMILLAN, JOEY, Pyramid Head, Danny Johnson, Kazan Yamaoka

Would never be caught dead cuddling with anybody (or so they say)

ALBERT WESKER, Danny Johnson, Kazan Yamaoka, Evan MacMillan

...What do spoons have to do with cuddling?

Freddy Kreuger, Michael Myers, Pinhead, Max Thompson Jr.

[fishyvamp]

Deathslinger x reader? I think he'd play with his survivor and edge to the point of overstimulation 🥴

I know who sent this and I know she'll be okay if I tweak this a little, related to this post.

NSFW 18+ MDNI (Deathslinger punishing his "Entity" for neglecting their trials)

Deathslinger didn't know what what to think when he found himself in a room with strange things and a closet so full you must be wealthy... You look so pretty laying there sleeping. His rifle set to the side of the bed as he sat down fingers reaching out to caress your face softly. "I reckon yer the prettiest thing I've seen," he whispers watching as you stirred looking up in a dream induced haze. He was startled to say the least when your lips mashed into his aggressive needy hands gripping the front of his vest holding him tight. Rough boney fingers grabbing at your waist. It felt strange how eager you were to kiss him. Outward displays of attraction was not being something he was lucky have in spades, but here it was you were hungrily kissing him. His body seizing as he hears you whisper the most sinful thing he could think of with someone as attractive as you. "Fuck me old man, fuck me like I'm the last good fuck you'll ever have."

Well when you ask him so nicely, he'll do as he's told flipping you on your stomach, entity given strength more then enough to flip, mentally he was unprepared to learn you slept naked your beautiful sex exposed to him practically glowing under the light of those magic strings that were glowing on your walls his fingers finding your hole twisting and curling he can feel the way you writhe beneath him clawing like a beast at your sheets as you had been so willfully unprepared. Your moans like a wild animal in heat as you fight to stay still. Deathslinger chuckles pinning you down with his free hand keeping your face pressed against the mattress as he adds another finger cooing in your ear, "such a filthy whore, taken a strangers fingers in such a personal spot. Shouldn't you know better."

Deathslinger smirks feeling you flinch when his hand meets your ass so harshly. He loves the way your greedy hole is just sucking him. He loves the way writhe and scream. Fuck if he didn't know any better he'd swear you were made for this. His cock practically screaming at him as it presses against his trousers. Thinking he's got you good and ready he pulls out, grabbing the snake in his pants smearing the precum down his shaft giving it a few good strokes before he's pressed against you pushing in hard. What he lacks in girth he makes up for in length the tip kissing deep inside you stroking the sweet spot as you drags it out. Soft and infuriatingly slow strokes being made as he just lazily fucks into you.

Deathslinger's mind overwhelmed hearing you whine and whimper around him, "I'm only repaying ya back dear. Isn't a mite frustratin' ta made ta wait." His fingers digging in harshly as you try to move it along, but he won't. He's enjoying himself, enjoys the feeling of having you desperate. He'll fuck you nice and slow for hours denying you to the point of overstimulation, poor hole clenching and desperate. "How about this darlin? You open the trials back up to us and I promise to lettin' ya have right proper good time." He drawls.

Watching the way the sweat on your skin glows in the dim lighting, Deathslinger feels alive for the first time in a long time, loving the way his balls slap against your skin. You nod your head weakly agreeing to his terms and hold on for dear life as he pace becomes more aggressive speeding up bit by bit having you finally cum, but he's not stopping. He's got plenty of stamina and a stubborn streak, he's gonna get you to cum over and over again not stopping to let you catch your breath as he cums deep inside you breeding that greed hole letting you milk him dry. He doesn't stop then just grinding into you until he's hard again. You aren't going to be empty until he's had his fill.

[rootsofdread]

Hi! Could i request Ace, Dwight, Deathslinger, Wraith and Spirit with an opposite role reader, whose life before the fog is almost identical to theirs, except for places, names and the outcome? Doesn't really matter if it's romantic or platonic, i'll take anythingggg

Dwight Fairfield:

Dwight, honestly, was utterly shocked when he found out you were…normal before you were a killer. No, he knows most killers were relatively normal before they were taken here — but you were normal like he was normal. You worked an office job and had dismissive coworkers. You had to go to office parties where no one talked to you. No wonder you wanted to kill people. But in all honesty — he feels strangely comfortable with you. You’re someone he can relate to, there’s no one else really similar to him here, everyone else is far too interesting. He finds it a bit funny to try to chat with you like you’re both standing around the water cooler…even if he’s afraid it might get him killed for bringing back old memories.

Ace Visconti:

Honestly, Ace can totally see how gambling lead to murder. He had his fair share of threats of knee-breaking, he knows at some point, someone in the same boat as him would’ve turned to murder to solve their problems. That’s not for him, but hey, each to their own. He’s more interested in sharing trade secrets with a fellow gambler, likelihoods, percentages, even ways to cheat. Even if he can’t exactly gamble as easily in the fog, it’s still his passion, and now he has you to share it with. Sometimes he likes to make little bets with you during your trials together, typically gambling with his life. He knows you enjoy a good game as much as he does.

Philip Ojomo / The Wraith:

After learning you had gone through exactly what he’s been through, Philip could never bring himself to kill or even hurt you. He’d heard your story from another survivor under their breath, when he was skulking around behind them. He wasn’t sure what to do with the information, and he began avoiding you where he could so he didn’t have to hurt you. Plausible deniability, if he never saw you, he couldn’t very well sacrifice you. Sometimes, you caught his eyes while he was injuring or downing someone else, and you could tell he knew something about you — and you could tell that you had his sympathy. It takes him a while to want to get closer to you, but you know he loves you. You know he always feels safe around you.

Rin Yamaoka / The Spirit:

Rin is not known for getting very close to other killers, let alone any of the survivors. She keeps to herself. She had heard your story from another killer — you were just like her. You were bullied and disdained by your family, too. She was never sure, exactly, how to approach you. She knows you're probably just as upset and angry as she is all the time, and she knows she doesn't like being approached. For a while, she just left you notes where she knew you'd see them, saying the two of you are kindred spirits, you're one in the same and she understands your pain. She seemed very happy when you came to her after exchanging notes to get to know her better.

Caleb Quinn / The Deathslinger:

When Caleb hears that you were just like him before you were taken, a rough-and-tumble bounty hunter, he knows the two of you will get along perfectly. He had never paid you much attention before, but knowing you had lived a life of crime just like he did, and had someone you hated more than anything…he felt a sense of obligation to get to know you. He’s missed his posse for a long time, and you’re the first step to getting something like that back. He constantly sought you out and told you that you were welcome to come with him on his hunts. You two are almost never seen apart, always lounging around together and ranting about your arch-nemeses. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

[thekimspoblog]

FALSE.

The most ambitious crossover event happened roughly this time last year. The four magical weeks "Better Call Saul" Season 6 and "Westworld" Season 4 aired on the same days.

Or as I liked to call it... "OPERATION MARIO". Get it? Cus a couple of NiceGuys (TM) are chasing the princesses? Jimmy made it to the finish line and reunited with his love. William spent the season getting ordered around like a dog and then he fucking died, but at least he and Dolores got some closure from eachother. Joe Goldberg was disqualified early on because he straight up murdered his soulmate, and has been continuing to spiral out of control ever since.

PS: Aaron Paul's schedule must have been a nightmare those couple months both shows were being filmed.

Rita: "So sorry. I'm afraid no men are allowed beyond this point"

William aims his pistol at Rita's face: "Let me through, or I swear I'll kill you! I know you have Dolores as your prisoner"

Joe: "And Love!"

Jimmy: "And Kim! It was my fault I dragged her into this. Where have you taken her?! What are you doing to her?!"

Rita: "Ever seen any tentacle hentai? Any of you? No? Joe? Okay, well you're just lying. Point is... short answer is basically cosmic damnation. Have you ever been so depressed that your head was swimming? Time slowed down? You felt like you could see another world? Of course not! Amateurs!"

Joe: "What can I do to buy Love's freedom? It would at least be a way to begin my apology to her. For everything"

Jimmy: "Yeah, we'll do anything! Please, they don't deserve to be punished for our mistakes!"

Rita sighs, and places a freshly-sharpened cleaver on the table: "Alright... whip'em out then"

William: "Whip...?"

Rita: "Unzip your pants. Put your cocks and balls on the metal trays. Men have always been an albatross around womens' necks, just on a biological level. And there's one easy solution to this. You're all here because you thought you were such nice guys, that you were basically owed a beautiful wife who would risk life and limb to have your kids. Because we're still not equal, and there's a million little sacrifices that it's just assumed a wife would make. Roe v. Wade was overturned; the Republicans got their wish. And now... I get mine!"

After a long time thinking, Jimmy swallows hard: "Fine. I'll do it..."

William: "Yeah. Me too; it's only fair"

Joe: "Well I'm out! There's a lot of things I'd do for Love Quinn, but this isn't one of them! All told, she got herself into this!"

(Extremely graphic take goes here. Wait for the bleeding to stop)

Joe: "Alright. They did your stupid stunt, now let us through!"

Rita: "Fine by me, but I conveniently just remembered: Dolores isn't in this facility. Kim nor Love neither... God damn it!"

William: "What do you mean they're not here?!"

Rita: "I never said they were. You said they were, and I just didn't correct you, so-"

Jimmy: "Fraud! Then why would you castrate us?!"

Rita: "Because I'm not going to pass up an opportunity. It just gets funnier each time. Relax; you'll get it back. Maybe. This was just a test. A test you both failed by the way! I was not expecting it to go this way, with Joe 2-to-0-to-0. Frankly, this is depressing!"

William: "I must be blacking out from the blood loss. You're saying we did this for nothing?!"

Rita: "Yes! Because... The Maze isn't meant for you. Because you should be able to wrap your heads around the idea of playing second banana. Because the notion that you could "ruin" your girlfriend's innocence is not just outdated, it's flattering yourself, greatly overestimating your own importance. Because really, Freudian psychology is a bit played out. Acton's Axiom too, for that matter. You're all kidding yourselves to think some big strong man on a white horse is what anyone needs right now, and if we did, that you're it"

Joe: "Then where is Love?"

Rita: "It wouldn't matter. You can't save them. There's not even anything to be saved from. The ladies made their own mistakes they have to atone for. They wanted the supernatural insight this coven offers, and this is the price. If it's to feel the pull of the moon and the seasons, I say it's worth it. Not every pain is a problem to be fixed. If you mull it over, I think you'll find that you wanted me to take a cleaver to your nuts. Because anything that women have to themselves, you want too. Even when it's pain"

BARBENHEIMER - July 21, 2023

The most ambitious crossover event in history

[killjoysanonymous]

tag drop 3 !

[jane-the-good]

CALEB: misty invasion

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

ABOUT: you and Caleb are drenched after getting caught in the rain while coming home from a grocery store run

TAGS: Caleb x MC

AN: Caleb wasn’t there for misty invasion, so I made it happen! The idea was sparked by Cavern Kingston’s Quinn audio: A Perfect Storm.

CONTENT WARNING: smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, fingering, female MC, Caleb is a sweetie pie

♡ please do not interact if you’re a minor ♡

AO3 caleb masterlist

The first drop lands on your nose. You barely have time to register it before another falls, then another.

"Ughhh, come on," you groan, gripping the grocery bag tighter as the sky cracks open above you.

Caleb huffs his easy, unbothered kind of laugh that makes your stomach flip. "Guess we’re running for it?"

"What do you think?" you ask, already breaking into a sprint.

The rain comes down in sheets, cold and relentless, soaking your clothes to the bone. Your shoes slap against the pavement, splashing through puddles, but neither of you slows down. You barely notice the groceries bouncing in your arms, too busy trying to keep up with him.

He turns back just enough to grin at you. "Still slow, huh?"

You shove him, breathless. "Still annoying, huh?"

Caleb grabs your wrist and pulls you forward, laughing as you take a sharp turn onto your street. The porch light glows dimly through the rain, barely visible through the blur of water and motion. You reach the steps in a messy, gasping tangle. Dripping wet, grinning.

You drop the grocery bag onto the porch with a soggy thud, pushing your soaked hair out of your face. "Now we have to cook dinner while looking like sewer rats."

Caleb’s still looking at you. Not in the usual, teasing way. Something softer. Something warmer.

You blink at him. "Hm?"

He shakes his head, water dripping from his chin. "I think I just time traveled a little bit ."

You frown. "How is that?"

He exhales, slow. "We used to race home from school ,  we don’t anymore, but I love being reminded that the same you is still there."

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. "Yeah? And you’re still the same. Always making sure I don’t fall behind."

That silence stretches, thick and expectant.

The rain doesn’t let up. It seeps into the pavement, into your skin, in breaths. The air hums, wet pavement and something electric, something charged, something that always lingers when he’s near.  

Before you can stop yourself, before you can think too hard, your fingers find his forehead, brushing away a strand of rain-soaked hair. A small thing. A quiet thing. But his breath catches, and when his eyes flick to your lips, the whole world tightens, sharp and waiting.

He moves without warning, no hesitation, no space for second thoughts. One moment, the world is cold rain and shallow breaths, and the next, his lips crash against yours, urgent, relentless. His hands find your waist, not claiming, but remembering, like he’s always known you’d end up here, tangled in the storm. It’s messy, breathless, rain slipping between you, but none of it matters. There is only the press of his body, the gravity of his pull, the way he holds you because you’re the only real thing left in the world.

You pull away breathless and shivering and still completely, utterly ruined.

Caleb smirks, nudging you toward the door. "Come on, sewer rat. Let’s get inside."

Your fingers slip against the keys, hands unsteady, not just from the cold but from the ghost of his lips still pressed against yours. The door gives, swinging open, and the warmth rushes in, swallowing you whole. But the chill lingers, clinging to your skin, settling in the spaces he left behind.

"I’ll grab some towels," Caleb says, his voice a little rougher than usual. He disappears down the hallway, leaving you in the entryway, dripping onto the welcome mat.

Your clothes are soaked through, clinging to your skin with the weight of water. The fabric sticks uncomfortably, the cold seeping in, there’s no point in keeping them on any longer. With a sigh, you pull them off, letting them fall to the floor in a damp heap, the relief almost immediate as the fabric no longer drags you down.

Caleb returns, arms full of towels, his shirt conspicuously missing. "You can wear my, oh, yeah, that works too." A flicker of amusement crosses his face as he drapes a towel around you, the warmth sinking into your skin. Without missing a beat, he scrubs another through his damp hair, water dripping down his collarbone.

"So, dinner," he says, breaking the silence.

You nod, pulling the towel a little tighter around yourself. "Yeah…"

Caleb just gives you a look and walks into the kitchen.

You follow, but you take the longer path, passing through the laundry room to drop your dripping clothes onto the tile floor. You shut the door behind you. He gets the hint. I know he does.

He pulls out all the ingredients while you put them away in their various cupboards. He’s still shirtless. His jeans are also soaked, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

The water’s running in the sink.

"Let’s make it quick," Caleb says. "Something easy."

"I’ll get the salmon," you say.

You shiver while crossing the kitchen, the cold still clinging to your skin. The overhead light hums, too bright, too warm, casting long shadows against the tiled floor. You pull open the fridge, fingers curling around the package of fish tucked in the door. When you turn back, Caleb is at the stove, the steady flicker of the burner catching in his eyes. You step beside him, closer than you need to, peeling open the plastic, the quiet rip of it lost beneath the rain still tapping against the windows.

He gives you a look. "What?"

"I don’t know. You just seem a little... cold."

You smile, putting your hand on his bare back. "I’m not cold."

He smiles back, a little more honestly. "Okay." He smiles, turns back to the stove, and sets the salmon in the pan.

The sizzle of the pan cuts through the quiet, the scent of fish curling into the air. Heat rises, slipping into you. You step closer, just enough to feel the warmth of him chase away the last of the cold. Caleb doesn’t move away. Doesn’t say anything. You just stand there, side by side, the steady rhythm of cooking filling the silence, the weight of something unspoken settling with you. Waiting.

It’s a comfortable silence, the only sound the crackle of the flames and the sizzling of the fish.

"Smells good," you say.

"I hope it tastes good," Caleb replies, turning the salmon with a spatula. "If it doesn’t, blame it on the weather." He glances up at you, raising a brow. "Did you really go outside without bringing an umbrella?"

You shrug. "It wasn’t raining when I left for the grocery store."

He snorts. "You didn’t check the forecast?"

"I didn’t think about it."

"That’s how you always get yourself into trouble," he teases. "Never plan anything, then end up needing to call me to carry your bags."

"Planning’s boring," you say, smiling. "Besides, I always end up where I’m supposed to be."

Caleb’s eyes are soft as he looks at you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Especially when I’ve got you looking after me."

His gaze lingers on yours for a moment, his mouth slightly open as if he’s about to say something. But he just blinks, clears his throat, and looks away. "I think it’s ready."

You pull back, letting him work. He makes a sauce and warms the rice and vegetables he already cooked for you a few days ago. The kitchen’s warm now, the comforting smell filling the air.

He takes the salmon out of the oven, plates it with care, and slides it over to you. "Is this alright?"

You pick up your fork but can’t take your eyes off him. He’s still shirtless, his hair a little messy. "Yeah. I’ll eat it."

He smiles and slides over to sit next to you at the table.

You cut into the fish and take a bite. It’s good. Caleb watches you chew, a pleased smile on his face. "I’m glad you like it," he says.

"I’m always glad to eat your cooking," you reply, taking another bite.

He nods. "Glad I could make you happy."

The words settle, soft and unspoken, lingering in the space where silence holds more weight than sound. You don’t look up, but you feel it, his gaze, steady and knowing. Caleb just smiles, he’s always known and he’s been waiting for you to catch up.  

The food is good, the kind that sinks into your bones, warming you from the inside out. You take your time with it, let the flavors linger. Caleb cooks as if he knows what he's doing, and he does. He doesn’t need to say it.  

When he reaches for the rice, his arm brushes yours. A small touch, fleeting but deliberate. He doesn’t move away, and neither do you. The warmth of him lingers, something quiet and certain.  

Then he looks at you, really looks. That soft expression, the one that makes your stomach twist, makes the air feel heavier, thicker. He sees something in you, something worth seeing.  

His hand finds yours, even after the plates are empty, the last grains of rice gone. He doesn’t let go. Neither do you. His fingers curl over yours, warm and steady, a quiet kind of certainty.  

You shift, just enough, lacing your fingers with his. His palm fits against yours, just as it always has.

You swallow. "I should probably shower," you murmur, the weight of his hand still lingering on yours.

You let go of his hand and get up from the table, picking up the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. He watches you, looking a little disappointed but also relieved. "Don’t worry about the dishes," he says. "I’ll take care of them later."

You shrug and leave them alone. He’ll wash them when he’s done with whatever he wants to do. Maybe he has other things planned.

You step through the laundry room once more, the door clicking shut behind you. The air is thick with the scent of damp cotton, your discarded clothes still pooled on the floor, dark with water. You peel away the towel clinging to your skin, trade it for another, dry, warm, untouched. The old one joins the heap as you step into the shower. The water comes down too hot, biting at your skin, but you don’t flinch.

You stand there, unmoving, as the water threads through your hair, soap lather slipping down your skin. It’s warm. Soft. It unwinds something tight in your chest, loosens the grip of the day just a little.  

A minute passes. Maybe two. Then, the creak of the bathroom door. The whisper of fabric against skin. A quiet splash as he steps in behind you.

"That took longer than I expected." You try to sound unbothered.

"I had to at least let you make it to the shower." He wraps his arm around your stomach to pulls your back against him.

Your breath catches as his hands slide down your body, a little bit of soap on his fingers. He rubs it into your skin massaging deep into sore muscles. He leans in, his teeth nipping at your ear as his hands move lower, over the curve of your hips, then between your thighs. 

"why were you toying with me?"

"hm?"

"why were you toying with me?"

"hm?"

"why were you toying with me?" you say louder over the water

"hm?"

"…"

"I heard you the first time." his smile is so gorgeous.

"Caleb"

He’s hard against your ass as he slides his fingers over you, moving them into your wet warmth, finding that spot inside you that makes everything clench. He’s always so quick to find it.

"Are you feeling it, love?"

"feeling what?"

You moan, your hips arching back to meet him.

"I’m so thankful for you and the trust you give me to care for you"

You note how much he does feel incredibly good.

His mouth moves against your neck. His teeth nip at your skin as he slides his fingers tease you. He holds you in place because you’re his. You have always been his

"Salmon is an aphrodisiac isn’t it?" you breathe

He slides his digits in with ease, and it feels good, too good. It makes your toes curl, your heart thump.

"and pineapple and rose tea."

You pant, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging at the roots. 

"Caleb please."

"I’ve hardly touched you."

He hums against your neck and you feel it trickle up your spine.

"Your need for control is infuriating."

"You don’t look upset," he murmurs, his touch leaving sparks in its wake. Your breath stutters, your body betraying you as you lean into him. He hums, pleased. "I would notice if you did. I know you very well."

His grip tightens at your waist, fingers pressing hard enough to leave the echo of his touch behind. His lips find the curve of your neck, hot against the chill of the air just outside of the water’s reach, his hold unrelenting. The press of his body is grounding, familiar. The need coils low and insistent, something inevitable, something that cannot be ignored.

"Let go for me, love," he murmurs against your skin, voice rough with need.

The words unravel you, and he feels it, the way you shudder, the way your head falls back against him. He leans in, his lips brushing your throat, his teeth finding the place that makes you weak. A sharp gasp escapes you as he bites down, a silent claim, a promise.

Before you can catch your breath, he turns you in his arms, hands firm as he pulls you flush against him. His lips crash into yours, the kiss deep and aching, all heat and hunger.

The cool tile meets your back as he presses closer, his touch deliberate, slow, knowing. He breathes your name against your lips, and you swear you’ve never felt anything like this,  you might come undone with just his hands on you, with just the way he looks at you.

"Caleb," you whisper, and he answers without words, without hesitation.

He already knows. He always knows.

"Can I have you?"

"Please."

He pulls your leg up and wraps it around his back and slowly slides in. You lean your forehead against his chest and groan softly.

"You okay?"  

"Mhm."  

"Can I see your eyes?" His voice is gentle.

You glance up, and something in his expression shifts, softens, seeing something precious.  

"You mean the world to me." He is so sure of his words.

"Only this world?"

"The universe, then."

"In just this time?"  

"You mean the universe in all time, to me."  

A small pause, a heartbeat in words.  

"Well, I have to make sure." 

"Geez" He picks up your other leg to wrap around his back making you gasp. "Would you be good for once?" He gives you a harsh slap to your ass. It makes your legs tighten around him and pulls him in deeper. You both groan.

He presses you against the wall as he slowly starts thrusting.

"Darling" he moans 

You look down to where you both meet, when you look back up he catches your eyes. He has a smirk whispered on his face. You hide against his neck and feel the vibrations of his laugh.

"My sweet, naughty girl."

He picks up the pace.

"Caleb"

"I love hearing you say my name" He moans against your neck

He fucks you like you're his. Like he owns you. Like you're his to do whatever he wants with. His hand reaches down, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing it until you’re sobbing, until you’re begging.

"Please" Your hips involuntarily grind against him because your body was always his.

"You feel so good." He groans. "I didn’t think it was possible to be better than my dreams"

You moan, sob, plead as he drives into you. His fingers press against your clit. He knows how good it feels, and you clench down around him, your body shuddering as you come.

He makes everything go white. You forget who you are, forget where you are, forget everything but him being inside you. You shudder, clenching around him. His fingers don’t move from your clit. He keeps rubbing you until you’re a sobbing mess, your body limp in his arms. He fucks you through it, through all of it, with your legs are weak and your body is trembling.

"You’re so good to me, darling." 

He groans, his body going taut, him pulsing inside you as he comes. It feels good, feels so fucking good as he spills inside you, still moving in and out like he doesn't want to stop. Wanting to stay forever.

His body slackens in the water. His arms tighten around you, afraid you'll slip away. You let him hold you, let him fuck you through the last of it. You let him do whatever he wants with you.

"I’m so thankful I get to love you." he kisses your forehead.

Steam curls around you both, soft, enveloping. The steady rhythm of the water drowns out everything beyond these walls, beyond this moment. It’s just the two of you, like the rest of existence has faded away, nothing else has ever mattered.

"I’m thankful to be loved by you." you lean against his heart, hearing it beating. Hear him alive and kicking. "you’re so good at it"

Caleb reaches over, twisting the knob until the water stills, leaving only the ghost of its presence in the quiet that follows. He slips out of you, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your skin, his breath warm against your ear. "That probably didn’t count as a shower," he murmurs, amusement threading through the words.

You swallow, your eyes falling closed. You lean your head back against his shoulder. "I feel cleansed"

He presses a kiss to your temple before sliding his arms beneath you, lifting you effortlessly from the slick porcelain. You don’t protest, don’t even think to, you just let him carry you, the warmth of his skin against yours. He steps into the dim-lit bedroom, discarding the towels without a second thought before climbing in beside you, pulling you into his arms, where you belong.

You press in close, your head finding the curve of his shoulder, fitting as it was always meant to. His hands trail down your back, slow, deliberate, settling at your waist before sliding lower. He presses a kiss to your hair, breath warm against your skin, holding you there with no intention of letting go.

"Thank you for taking care of me"

"I’ll always take care of you."

"You don’t have to."

"No, I need to."

You nod against his shoulder. You don’t argue when his hands knead your ass, his finger rubbing at your clit.

You’re still sore from the shower, your skin pink and tender, and still sensitive. But you let him keep going, let him rub at your clit until you're whimpering against his shoulder.

"are you serious?"

"I just want to make sure you’ll sleep well."

His kisses are a specific kind of comfort, familiar and timeless.

"of course I will." you moan "I’m already so tired."

Your hips buck into him and he smiles against your lips.

"I’ll have to teach you how to be honest with yourself, sometime. Maybe tomorrow."

"I’m honest."

"mhm." He calls bluff. "Stop fighting it, love."

He holds you when you shudder, when you sob, when you clench around his fingers trying to get enough. He kisses your temple, your cheek, your mouth. You kiss him back, licking into his mouth with your tongue. His fingers keep moving, rubbing at your sensitive clit as he kisses you.

He slows down only when you push his hand away, rolling over onto your side. You snuggle up against him, feeling the warmth of his body, he is warm against your thigh. He kisses your forehead, his lips soft and warm. "Sleep," he says.

He pulls you in, a kiss pressed slow, deliberate, like something inevitable. Like gravity. Like fate. His hands linger, holding you as if he’s always had the right, as if you’ve always belonged here, in his arms. And maybe you have. Maybe you always will.

[nylqnder]

PUSHING IT DOWN AND PRAYING QUINN HUGHES

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: ever since quinn's confession, the magnetic pull of your ex has lingered in both dreams and waking moments, forcing you to confront emotions you believed were long buried.

warnings: 18+, (not insanely descriptive but) p in v, oral (fem!receiving), cheating (in your head and in person!), kind of toxic behaviour from both you and quinn

wc: 3.54k

notes: based on 'pushing it down and praying' by lizzy mcalpine. technically a part two to my fic last christmas but not necessary to read before this one! this is my first time writing something that actually veers into smut and i kind of liked it 🤫🤭

Quinn was haunting you.

Ever since the holiday party, when he told you he missed you, his presence has plagued your thoughts. You had hoped at first that it was just the encounter that had your mind tangled up in him again. A fluke. An inconvenient memory dredged up by too much wine and the way the Christmas lights had cast a golden glow around his face, making him look as heartbreakingly beautiful as he always had.

But it wasn’t just a one-off. He lingered everywhere. Seeped into everything.

He was in photos your friends reposted on Instagram, him celebrating as he racked up points in what was set to be another Norris-deserving season. You walk down the street and he’s staring down at you from a billboard. Someone at work mentions his name in passing, and you have to grip your coffee cup just a little bit tighter.

Even in the most intimate, protected moments, he’s there.

You’re with Caleb, naked and tangled up in his sheets. His hands and lips take turns tracing patterns down your skin. You close your eyes, tilting your head back against the pillow, and then suddenly, Quinn is there, hovering in the space between your thoughts, intruding like he always does. It’s his hands gripping down on your thighs, it’s his breath that’s hot over your core. It’s his black locks that your fingers thread through, his tongue that pulls you close to completion.

It’s his name that nearly slips past your lips instead of Calebs.

The second you realize, your entire body goes cold with horror. You feel sick. You feel like you’ve betrayed something, even if you’re not sure what.

It should stop there. It should be enough to shake you, to jar you back into the reality of what you have — what you chose. But it doesn’t.

Quinn lingers.

Like a ghost with a vengeance, he refuses to be exorcized from your mind. You try everything to rid yourself of him, desperate to cleanse him from your system like a sickness. You delete his number from your phone. You block him on Instagram. You unfollow the team’s page, stop watching their games, turn off the TV when his name is mentioned. But it doesn’t matter. You still see him in flashes, in the shadows of your everyday life, in the places you least expect him.

You tell yourself that Caleb is enough. He���s stable, he’s kind. He looks at you like you’re his whole world. And yet, no matter how much you try to convince yourself, you can feel the guilt creeping in, poisoning what should be simple, should be easy. Because Caleb doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve a half-present version of you, someone who is always a breath away from slipping into a memory, a ghost of a love that still has its claws in you.

And you do love Caleb. That’s what makes this worse. You love him, but Quinn is in your blood, tangled in your bones. No matter how many times you try to wring him out of you, he stays.

You don’t mean to let him in, but Quinn is relentless. Even when you spend the rest of the night curled in on yourself, forcing your mind onto anything but him, he lingers in the edges of your consciousness, slipping in through the cracks you swore you sealed long ago.

You fall asleep telling yourself you won’t think about him. But the harder you try to push him away, the faster he finds you.

And then suddenly, he’s everywhere.

His hands, broad and warm, map your body, claiming you like he never lost the right. His mouth, hot and sure, drags across your skin, lips brushing over your jaw, your throat, lower. His voice, low and wrecked with want, says your name like it’s the only thing that’s ever mattered.

It feels real. Devastatingly real.

You arch into him, gasping when his fingers dig into your hips, when his body presses you deeper into the mattress. His hips drill into you, overwhelming pleasure wreaking your body. You’re close, so close, his hands adding to the pleasure until finally—

You wake up in a sweat, your heart hammering against your ribs, sheets tangled around your legs like they’re trying to hold you down, keep you from moving, from running from the truth that’s finally caught up to you.

The dream was so vivid it may as well have been real. It wasn’t just a memory, wasn’t just another unwelcome reminder of Quinn’s existence — it was something else entirely. Something new. Something that felt so raw, so visceral, so devastatingly consuming that you could still feel the ghost of his touch on your skin, the heat of his body pressed against yours, the weight of his name thick on your tongue. You swear you can still taste him, still hear the low rasp of his voice murmuring against your ear, still feel the way he held you, worshiped you, and took you apart like he had every right to.

And you wanted it. God, you wanted it so badly.

The realization sits heavy in your stomach like a lead weight, nausea curling at the edges of your consciousness. It’s not just some intrusive thought, not just a fleeting moment of weakness. It’s something deeper, something more dangerous. It’s the kind of desire that threatens to upend everything you’ve built, the kind that makes you question every choice you’ve made since Quinn walked out of your life.

You press the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to block it all out, trying to push the images away. Caleb is sleeping beside you, blissfully unaware, his breathing slow and steady. He’s good. He’s steady. He’s the kind of love that doesn’t set you on fire, but keeps you warm.

But warmth has never been enough to stop you from craving the burn.

You sit up, legs swinging over the side of the bed, toes curling against the cold wood floor as you try to shake the dream from your mind, but it clings to you like a second skin. You know then, in that moment, that something has to give. Something has to change.

You can’t keep pretending that Quinn isn’t still under your skin, still a part of you. You can’t keep pretending that this is sustainable, that you can shove him into the darkest corners of your mind and expect him to stay there. Because he won’t. He never has.

You take a shaky breath, your fingers curling into the sheets. There are only two choices now. You either find a way to finally, truly exorcize him from your life for good — or you give in to the pull that’s been dragging you back to him since the moment he told you he missed you.

The clock on your side table reads a quarter past midnight. You know Quinn’s habits. You know how they used to contradict yours, the way his mind would keep him up until the early hours of the morning. He’s probably up. He’s probably thinking hockey. Thinking about how he can change, how he can improve, how he can lead better. You wonder if maybe his mind slips from hockey. Maybe it slips to you?

So you do something reckless. Something you swore you wouldn’t do.

You get up. You grab your vest and your keys, not bothering to change into proper clothing. You ignore the tightness in your chest as you slip out of Caleb’s apartment, moving through the cold, empty parking garage like a ghost yourself, drawn by something you don’t understand but can’t resist. Your internal autopilot takes you down a familiar route, your heart pounding with every turn you take.

You don’t know what you’re expecting as you approach Quinn’s building, but you hope it’s still the same one. Hope that, for all the ways things have changed, this one thing remains the same. Because if it doesn’t — if you get to his door and find a stranger behind it, or worse, nothing at all — you don’t know what you’ll do.

But when you step inside the familiar lobby, heart hammering against your ribs, your breath leaves you in a rush. It’s the same. The same floors, the same dim lighting, the same quiet hum of the elevator as you press the button for his floor. Your stomach twists as you watch the numbers climb, each one bringing you closer to something you might not be able to take back.

By the time you’re standing in front of his door, your entire body is buzzing with nervous energy, hands clenched into fists at your sides. The reality of what you’re doing crashes into you all at once, but it’s too late to turn back now. You’re here. You’ve already made your choice.

You raise your hand, knocking twice, sharp and decisive.

Seconds pass. Then more. And just as doubt begins to creep in — just as you think maybe, mercifully, he’s not home — the lock clicks. The door swings open, and there he is.

Quinn.

His hair is tousled, dark strands falling over his forehead like he’s been running his hands through it all night. He’s in a hoodie and sweats, and for a brief, excruciating second, you imagine how he must look underneath — imagine the way his body must still move, still feel.

His eyes widen when he sees you, surprise flickering across his face before something else settles there — something heavier, unreadable. His brow furrows as his gaze sweeps over you, taking in the obvious signs that you’d been asleep before rushing over. The floral sleep shorts, the hoodie far too thin for the cold, the puffer vest thrown on in haste. The messy, low braid, the fuzzy slippers, the oversized glasses that Quinn always thought were too big for your face — but you looked so damn cute in them.

“What are you doing here?” Quinn's voice is rough, like he hasn’t spoken in hours, maybe even like he’s just woken up, though you know that not to be the case. Or maybe it’s just the weight of the moment settling between you, thick and heavy like fog rolling in over the water.

You swallow hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. Now that you’re standing here, now that you’ve actually done this, the words don’t come as easily as they did in your head. But you didn’t come all this way to back down now.

“I—” you falter, inhaling sharply before forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I needed to talk to you.”

Quinn studies you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he steps back, pulling the door open wider. The second you cross the threshold, it’s like stepping back in time. His apartment smells the same — clean, but lived in, a mix of laundry detergent and something inherently him. The familiarity sends a pang straight through your chest. You shouldn’t still remember these details. You shouldn’t still care. But you do.

He closes the door behind you, and when you turn to face him, the air between you feels thick, charged. His arms are crossed, his stance guarded, like he’s bracing himself for whatever you’re about to say.

“So?” His voice is quieter now, tinged with something that almost sounds like resignation. “What did you need to talk about?”

Your fingers tighten into fists at your sides. You remind yourself why you’re here. Why you needed to see him.

“You shouldn’t have said it.” The words slip from your lips before you can stop them.

Quinn’s jaw tenses. “Said what?”

“You know what.”

Silence stretches between you, taut and unyielding. He knows. You know he knows. And yet, he just watches you, waiting.

You exhale harshly, frustration bubbling beneath your skin. “At the party. You shouldn’t have told me you missed me.”

Quinn’s throat bobs as he swallows. His arms drop to his sides. “Why not?”

“Because it messed with my head,” you admit, voice cracking slightly. “Because I was fine. I was moving on.”

He scoffs softly, shaking his head. “Were you?”

“I was,” you insist, even though your voice lacks the conviction you wish it had. The words sound brittle, as fragile as glass. “I was happy, Quinn. I was growing. Moving forward. And then you—” You break off, shaking your head as the emotions rise, thick and suffocating in your throat. “Then you showed up and dragged me right back to where I was before. Heartbroken over you.”

Quinn flinches, but it’s fleeting. He schools his features into something colder, unreadable. You almost wish he wouldn’t. You almost want him to hurt the way you’ve been hurting.

“I’m with Caleb now,” you say, the name a tether, an anchor you cling to. “And he’s—he’s incredible, Quinn. Everything a girl would ever hope for in a boyfriend.”

Quinn’s eyes darken, but you barrel on, desperate to get the words out before they choke you. “He’s thoughtful. He listens. He shows up. God, he’s everything you weren’t.”

The silence that follows is deafening. For a second, you wonder if you’ve gone too far, if the bitterness in your voice has crossed a line you’ll regret. But then Quinn speaks, and his words slice through you like a blade.

“Sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself that he’s enough for you.”

The audacity of it — the sheer nerve — snaps something inside you.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” you snap, your voice trembling with fury. Quinn doesn’t back down. His gaze is steady, unflinching, and it infuriates you.

“I mean, God! You’re haunting me, Quinn! Like some goddamn ghost with a vengeance.” The words spill out before you can stop them, raw and unfiltered. “Ever since that stupid party, you’ve been everywhere. In my head, in my dreams, even when I’m with Caleb—”

You stop yourself, but it’s too late. The truth hangs in the air between you, heavy and damning.

Quinn’s brow knits together, eyes sharp with something knowing. “Even when you’re with Caleb?” he repeats, voice low.

You hate him for that. Hate the way he can see right through you, the way he always has.

“Forget it… You know you’re so goddamn infuriating the way you think you can just walk back into my life and tell me something like that!” you say, your volume raising with every word. You knew it was late and Quinns’ neighbors would probably have some choice words for him in the morning, but right now you couldn’t care less about his reputation as a tenant.

Something flickers in his gaze, something guilty, something hesitant. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Oh, don’t,” you snap. “Don’t fucking say you didn’t mean to. You knew what you were doing.”

He swallows hard, his jaw tightening. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s it?” You shake your head, laughter bubbling up again, but it’s hollow, bitter. “That’s all you have to say? No genuine apology, no explanation, nothing. Just… sorry. Sorry for what, Quinn? Sorry for being a coward, sorry for being a fucking asshole?”

Your voice cracks as you continue, the weight of your emotions finally breaking through the thin veneer of anger you've clung to. Tears blur your vision, hot and relentless, but you don’t stop. You can’t.

“Sorry for letting me fall in love with you and then walking away like it was nothing? Sorry for showing up at that party and throwing my entire goddamn life into chaos? Sorry for being in my head all the time, in my bed, in my fucking heart?” Your voice falters, raw and ragged. “Or are you just sorry because I showed up here and ruined your night?”

Quinn takes a step closer, his face tight with emotion, but you don’t give him a chance to speak.

“You ruined me, Quinn,” you sob, the admission wrenching free from your chest. “And I hate you for it. I hate that I can’t forget you. I hate that no matter how hard I try, you’re still here.” You press a shaking hand to your chest, where your heart feels like it’s splintering apart. “I should be over this. I should be happy. I am happy. Caleb is good. He loves me—”

Your voice breaks completely, and the tears come in earnest now, unstoppable and all-consuming. Your shoulders shake with the force of it, all the pain and confusion and longing spilling out in a way you’ve never let yourself feel before.

Through your sobs, you manage to choke out one final, devastating truth: “But I still love you, and I hate myself for it.”

The weight of your confession hangs heavy in the room, and for a moment, there’s only the sound of your ragged breathing and the thick, oppressive silence that follows.

And then Quinn moves.

He crosses the distance between you in two long strides, his hands coming up to gently but firmly grip your shoulders. You try to pull away, ashamed of your outburst, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace that’s as familiar as it is shattering.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “God, I’m so sorry.”

His words are a balm and a blade all at once. You press your face against his hoodie, the fabric dampening your tears, and you cling to him like he’s the only thing keeping you upright. His hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back, grounding you in the midst of your chaos.

For a moment, you let yourself sink into him, the comfort of his presence erasing everything else. His warmth seeps into your bones, and despite every rational thought screaming at you to pull away, you stay. It's dangerous, how easy it is to fall back into this, how simple it feels to let him hold you like he used to.

“I tried to move on too,” he admits quietly, his voice low and raw. “But it’s you, it’s always been you.”

His words tear through the walls you've built, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. You want to push him away, to tell him to shut up, but your body betrays you, leaning closer instead. It's infuriating, this pull he has on you, this gravitational force that drags you back no matter how far you run.

Then his lips find your temple, lingering there as if he's testing the waters, asking permission without words. You shudder against him, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. His lips move down, pressing soft kisses along the apple of your cheek, until he hits the corner of your mouth. His hand tightens at your waist, and before you can think it through, his mouth is on yours.

It's everything you remember and more.

His lips are soft but insistent, moving against yours with a hunger that matches your own. The anguish melts away, replaced by a desperate, aching need that leaves you breathless. His hands trace up your torso, holding your chest against his, and you let out a sound you can’t contain as he deepens the kiss.

It's intoxicating. Familiar and yet completely new. He tastes like everything you miss, everything you swore you didn't need but always craved.

And for a moment, you let yourself get lost in it.

But then the weight of reality slams into you.

You break away, gasping for breath, your chest heaving. Quinn's eyes are dark and dazed, his lips red and swollen, but you don’t let yourself linger on the sight. You push him back, putting space between you, your heart pounding so loudly you can hear it in your ears.

“What the hell are you doing?” you demand, your voice shaking with anger and confusion. “You can’t just— God, Quinn, you can’t just kiss me and expect everything to be okay!”

He takes a step toward you, but you hold up a hand, stopping him. “No. Don’t. Just… don’t.”

The tears are back, blurring your vision, but you blink them away. “You don’t get to ruin me and then kiss me like it fixes everything. That’s not how this works.”

Silence stretches between you, thick with tension. Quinn looks like he wants to say something, but you don’t give him the chance. You’re already moving toward the door, your hands trembling as you reach for the handle.

“Wait,” he says, his voice desperate. “Please— don’t leave like this.”

You pause, your back to him, your shoulders stiff. “I can’t do this, Quinn. I just… I can’t.”

And then you’re gone.

You don’t look back as you walk down the hallway, the sound of your footsteps echoing in your ears. Your chest feels like it’s caving in, your lungs struggling to take in air. But you keep moving, keep walking, because stopping would mean facing the truth you’re not ready to confront.

That no matter how much you hate him for complicating your life, for breaking your heart, for being the chaos in your carefully constructed world — you can’t fully hate him.

Because deep down, you still love him.

And that terrifies you more than anything else.

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

How the Killers from DBD would react to you slapping their ass.

Hey guys! Welcome to my silly DBD headcanons, this was just for fun, worked with a great buddy of mine @despacitobandito! <3 They helped me and we overall had a great time making this together so I hope you all get a good laugh out of this. Also! Apparently more killers have come out since Unknown’s release that I didn’t write down during the making of this, sorry for missing any new killers! Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 390

CW: Crack headcanons, nothing graphic, some reactions you’d expect from a slasher, contains killers up to Unknown!

Evan MacMillan - Trapper

• Insulted that you would ever touch his fine juicy ass.

Philip Ojomo - Wraith

• “Oh..!” You both are really awkward afterwards. Like just awkwardly staring at each other in silence.

Max Thompson Jr. - Hillbilly

• He’s genuinely startled by you slapping his ass, a little flattered probably.

Sally Smithson - Nurse

• Your hand phases through her and she slashes the shit out of you.

Michael Myers - Shape

• The thousand yard stare before he’d stab you in the face.

Lisa Sherwood - Hag

• *Minecraft skeleton noises.*

Herman Carter - Doctor

• *Farts electricity and electrocutes you.*

Anna - Huntress

• Stops humming. Run. Dude just run.

Bubba Sawyer - Cannibal

• Squeals and cries, you touched his no-no square.

Freddy Krueger - Nightmare

• Turns into literal dust because that’s what he deserves.

Amanda Young - Pig

• Instant bear trap, you don’t even get to find the key, as soon as it’s on, it snaps.

Jeffery Hawk - Clown

• Burp and fart combo.

Rin Yamaoka - Spirit

• You cut your hand since she has a glass shard sticking out of her ass cheek.

Frank, Julie, Susie and Joey - Legion

• They all gang up on you and kick you on the ground, JoJo style.

Adiris - Plague

• She pukes on you, like a baby.

Danny Johnson - Ghostface

• He liked it so much that he hunts you down for you to do it again.

Kazan Yamaoka - Oni

• Feels his masculinity being threatened and he hunts you every game to beat you violently.

Caleb Quinn - Deathslinger

• You traumatized the old man.

Pyramid Head - Executioner

• Execution via guillotine.

Talbot Grimes - Blight

• Immediately tries to vore you but he can’t as he doesn’t have movement in his lower jaw.

Charlotte Deshayes - Twins

• Victor shoots out of her chest and mauls you.

Ji-Woon Hak - Trickster

• Promoted to side hoe and discord kitten that manages his social media; you’re forced to listen to his music on loop on Spotify. There is no escape.

Nemesis

• “S.T.A.R.S.” *blows you up.*

Elliot Spencer - Cenobite

• “I came.”

Carmina Mora - Artist

• Screeches and crows swarm you.

Albert Wesker - Mastermind

• Look of pure disappointment before he hooks you. “Look but don’t touch.”

Tarhos Kovács - Knight

• “Oh good heavens!” *His and him gang mori you.*

Adriana Imai - Skull Merchant

• She cyberstalks you and cancels you on Twitter/X.

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky - Good Guy

• Punted across the whole damn map.

Unknown

• Snap, crackle, pop.

[hockybish]

Reveal

l family is everything au l quinn x mom l masterlist l

October 29, 2024

With Jack and Luke in town for the Hughes Bowl, it was the perfect excuse to have the family over for dinner and a gender reveal. It was going to be just a little party with yummy food, a cake, and maybe some board games.

Neither you nor Quinn cared if the baby was going to be a boy or girl. Hattie may have had a prefference if she wanted a little brother or a baby sister. But as long as the baby was healthy that is all the mattered.

The reveal was just a fun thing to do while the family was together.

"Ready?"

You nodded towards your husband/boyfriend/fiance/baby daddy thing, to get a move one and cut into the cake to reveal if it's blue or pink inside.

"Okay. One, two, three!" Quinn made one angled cut and then another. He then slid the pie server under the slice and slowly lifted to cake to reveal the blue sponge inside.

"It's a boy!" You squeel clapping your hands together excitedly, while the rest of the family cheered. Quinn quickly put the cake on a plate, so he could wrap his arms around you and kiss you.

"A boy" Quinn smiled. He couldn't stopp kissing you. He was happy, you were happy, everyone was happy.

Once the family had there fill of cake, a couple of presents were brought out for the unborn child. Both Jack and Luke got the baby new Devils jerseys, one had "Uncle Jack" on the namplate and another had "Uncle Luke." And from Ellen and Jim the baby got a blanket and little outfit that had Fin on it.

Hattie thought the new blanky was for her. She took if immediately and started snuggling with it. You didn't want her to throw a fit tonight, so you let her have it for now.

"You guys have any ideas on names yet?" Ellen asked when the night was winding down.

"I don't know. We had talked about maybe Caleb or Asher for a boy. I don't know yet." You rubbed your belly answering the question.

"Don't worry about it honey. There's still plenty of time. And it's not like Quinn made a bet with Jack again for naming rights." Ellen patted your leg. There was a little bit of an awkward laughter amoungst the group.

"Actually, about that" Quinn grimisced. He actually did it again. He didn't make a bet with either of his brothers but he may have made a drunken promise to name his first born son after two of his teammate buddies.

"No, not again." You groaned. You scowl at the Jack and Luke who were playing with their niece on floor. They both threw up their hands in innocence

"Sorry?" He leaned over to give you another hug, you shoved him away.

[valyrra]

OC: Lyra Sandman x CC: Caleb Quinn (you can imagine x reader I don't mind)

Some day I will elaborate on their story but oh well

[daddy-deathslinger]

Hello! I had this idea for a while and what about Caleb Quinn x gn reader who does crochet? For example, Caleb sneaks up into survivor campsite (because he was bored idk) to watch and listen to other survivors and sees reader crocheting something, what looks like his red bandana. Later in trial they wear it and when reader ends up as the last one Caleb just has a little chit chat with them? You know, little talk between artist with weapons and artist with yarn?

If you want you can add other killers! And even reader crocheting specially for them (⁠^⁠^⁠)

Hi there! What a cozy request, I hope you like what I came up with! 🤠

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn x GN!Reader - “A conversation between artists��

The desert sun was warm as always, shining its last rays of light over the Dead Dawg Saloon. Caleb was alone, as always, sipping on a glass of whiskey at the bar. He let out a frustrated sigh as he put down the drinking glass on the bar, a little harder than he had meant to. What was the use of this godforsaken place? Sure, he had all the alcohol in the world, he had his weapons he could work on, but he was alone. Always alone. And he got so bored sometimes. Between trials he just sat here at times, just thinking of everything and nothing. He knew he needed something else now, something to perk him up. And he had thought about it for a while, maybe it was time to put plans into action. So without further ado, he downed the last of the whiskey, grabbed his hat from the counter and got up from the chair.

“Here goes nothin’...” he muttered to himself as he ventured out from the saloon and into the evening outside.

The trees were tall and the forest dark. Nothing like the warm desert Caleb was so used to, but he urged on his quest nonetheless. Navigating through the dark woods proved to be a bit difficult, especially since he didn’t really know where he was going. He just hoped that somehow, if he really wanted to, he’d find it. The survivor camp. They weren’t allowed to hunt outside of trials, but hunting was not on Caleb’s mind now, either way. And when he finally could see a faint light behind the trees, he knew he had gone the right way. Very carefully, not making any sound, he sneaked a little bit closer to the light. It was the campfire, and sure enough, sitting around it were some survivors. Caleb could hear them talking quietly to each other, discussing things and laughing occasionally. He decided that he was close enough, and hid behind a big tree, peeking out a little bit to get a good look at the survivors. There were seven of them, all sitting cuddled up around the fire for warmth and comfort. Some were talking, two apparently kissing, but one survivor caught his attention almost immediately. You, sitting a little bit away from the rest, holding something in your hands. It appeared to be two long needles and some yarn. Caleb had seen this handiwork before, somewhere in his childhood. It was called crocheting, if he wasn’t mistaken. But what were you working on? Caleb peeked out a little bit more from behind the tree, trying to get a good look at the handiwork. Was that… a bandana? A red one, it must be. A bandana just like his! Caleb couldn’t help but let out a little grunt of amusement, luckily no one seemed to hear him. That bandana looked way better than the old rag he was wearing, he thought to himself, and a little smile crept upon his lips. You were talented, no doubt. Caleb remained like that, observing, listening, studying. He didn’t know how much time passed, he was completely lost in the everyday business of the survivors, especially you. It brought him some form of comfort, just standing hidden in the shadows and observing. They didn’t know he was there, they weren’t afraid. They talked about trials, life before this, made jokes about the killers, they lived their new “normal”. With a little sting in his heart, Caleb remembered what his “normal” looked like these days. Hunt, torture, kill. Speaking of, he could feel a trial coming up now. He always felt it in his bones somehow, the call of the Entity. He should get back to the saloon, get ready.

The trial went to shits. Caleb didn’t manage to kill anyone. The map of this trial had been the Red Forest, as Anna called it, and it had been dark and damp. Caleb didn’t do well in a dark and wet forest, especially not when he had to hunt for prey. His eyes weren’t what they used to be. So, naturally, they all escaped, save the last one. The last one was hiding somewhere, probably looking for the hatch since Caleb had a pretty good view of both the gates. Caleb tried to find the hatch as well, and he searched inside the hut first. Nothing there, but just as he was about to leave the hut to go back outside, he saw something moving in the dark corner. A person, the last survivor! He turned around to face them, gun ready. Then he saw that it was you that he had caught. You were wearing the red bandana you had crocheted earlier, how could Caleb not have noticed you earlier? You had frozen in your spot, arms up in the air in a defeated pose. Fear was plastered all over your face, but Caleb knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. So he lowered his gun with a chuckle, seeing confusion on your face now. 

“Ain’t nothin’ to worry about, I ain’t gonna hurt you”, he said.

You didn’t speak, you just stood there, eyeing the gun carefully. Caleb put it down to his side to show you he was serious, and you seemed to relax a little. Caleb pointed towards your bandana.

“That’s neat handiwork right there, that is. Couldn’t ever hold a needle myself, but you seem to have mastered this thing.”

You looked at your captor, furrowing your eyebrow a bit. 

“T-thanks”, you eventually said, seeming to relax even more now. “It didn’t take me too long to make this one, I’m planning on making a sweater next. I only need to find more yarn somewhere.”

“Where have you found such nice, red yarn to begin with?” Caleb pondered, and you gave him a shy smile.

“I kind of stole it from the Thompson house. Found it in a drawer upstairs.”

Caleb chuckled and shook his head slightly.

“Old Max Jr ain’t gonna need that yarn for anything, you help yourself!”

You smiled, tucking a bit at your bandana. Then you pointed towards the Redeemer. 

“You made that one yourself?” 

Caleb nodded, trying not to sound like he bragged too much. 

“18 meter long chain, polished everyday. Harpoon travels at 40m/s when fired. Got a wheel right here to reel the prey back in and-”

He stopped mid sentence. What was he doing, explaining to you how he captured you and your friends and eventually killed you? But you didn’t seem bothered, in fact you seemed interested.

“Love the engravings on the handle”, you said, peeking a bit closer at the gun. “You’re really skilled at this, you know!”

Caleb felt some sort of warmth inside his chest, probably pride. 

“Always need something to work on, you know”, he said. “Gotta keep them hands busy.”

You nodded.

“I’m the same! I loved crocheting before… before all this, so finding that ball of yarn at the Thompson house was really a happy moment. I just wish I could find more yarn somewhere…”

Caleb pondered for a little while.

“Have you searched through this place thoroughly? I could have sworn I saw Anna tinkering with some yarn one time…”

Your eyes lit up with excitement.

“I haven’t searched as well as I’d like to, no. This hut, for example, has some adornments on the walls that point towards yarnwork.”

Caleb grinned at you and waved with his hand.

“Well, go on then! Go search for your ball of yarn, I’ll hold the hatch if I find it.”

You didn’t seem to need convincing, giving Caleb a grateful smile before turning around to begin searching through the hut. 

[femmehysteria]

Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

[yeehawitstheplague]

‘Taming the Cowboy’

NSFW Caleb Quinn ‘The Deathslinger’ x Fem! Reader

for all the girlies that wanna peg mr. quinn,,

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.

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

[averagehorrorgirl]

Masterlist

Work in progress 💕

Hi and welcome! I do believe I should introduce myself :) So I'm Cass 21 female ace nerd. I've been writing since 6th grade and use it as a form of therapy and healing. I really struggle accepting people actually like my work so I always have drafts ready to be published but I'm my own worst enemy haha. Anyway stay awhile read some of my work and I hope you stick around :)

Request Rules:

- No non-con/dub-con

- No pedophilia

- No incest

Newest: Angel Wings Pt 2

2) I saved your fucking life (soap x reader)

3) Forged in War ( General Grievous x sith reader)

¤ Legend ¤

Fluff: 💫

Smut: 🔥

Angst: 😨

Author favorite: 💕

• Movies/Shows •

Miles Quaritch:

A Second Chance

Cooper Howard:

Cowboy Hat Rule

Then Fame and Fortune Never Could Compete

Zemo x reader:

Angel Wings [pt 1] [pt 2] 💫😨🔥

Blade x reader:

Lost and Found

TBA

TBA

TBA

Gambit x reader:

TBA

Michael Myers:

Bleeding Boogeyman

Clones:

Commander Wolfe x Padawan Reader

Captain Rex x Padawan Reader

Jedi:

Sith:

Darth Maul x reader: Ferocity

Darth Maul x reader: Laced Chains

Dooku x reader

Darth Maul x reader: I was There From the Beginning 😨💫

Savage Opress x reader: Darkness Takes All 😨

Savage Opress x reader

Bounty Hunters:

Cad Bane x Senator reader: I Don't Follow You

Bossk x reader

Boba Fett x fallen Jedi: I Told You [pt 1] [pt 2] 💫😨🔥

Din Djarin x reader: Flinch

Jango Fett x reader + Cad Bane

Others:

General Grevious x sith reader: Forged in War 😨💫

Billy Hargrove:

Scars

Dmitri Antonov:

The Enemy

Daryl:

Monsters

• Video games •

Ghost

Wired Hideaway

Soap

I Saved Your Fucking Life 😨💫💕

Deathslinger (Caleb Quinn):

Just an Old Cowboy

Legion (Frank Morrison):

Picking up the Pieces

Pyramid Head:

Simple Kindness

Pinhead (Elliott Spencer):

Chains That Bind Us

Trickster (Ji-Woon):

I can Treat You Better

Vittorio:

Kissed by Fire

Nate (SS):

Friend's till the End

Mason (Nuka World)

She-Wolf

Joel Miller:

Sanity

Revenge

Scared

Tommy Miller:

I Gotcha

Revenge

Long Time No See