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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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