![]() ![]() Kazan would’ve swatted your hands away in protest if he wasn’t so tired. You stand and reach your hands up to his chest, beginning to remove the center piece for him. He begins to peel off pieces of his armor, letting them clunk to the ground. Kazan trudges towards you, giving you a grunt of a greeting. How such a small being can make a huge beast like him crumble with just her words was unknown to him. Kazan can feel him self melting with your soft words. You smile brightly at the sight of your lover, closing the book. Ever since you met Kazan, you were determined to learn his language. You look up from your book, which was mostly in Japanese. But instead his found you, sitting on a old pillow on the floor, a book in your hands. Kazan slumps into the estate, expecting another restless sleep filled with the echos of survivors screams rattling in his head. His failure mixed with the exhaustion of the blood fury left him feeling spent. He had barely gotten one survivor for the entity, catching them just before they could leave through the exit gates. He was tired and worn from his last trial. Kazan heavy footsteps echo as he clambers into the Yamaoka ancestral home. dead by daylight dbd the deathslinger caleb quinn caleb quinn x reader the deathslinger x reader deathslinger simpin for the cowboy yeehaw Only then did Caleb release his hold from around your neck, and brought you upstairs for some much needed rest. You went until the table beneath you was splintering, ready to break. ![]() Caleb groans, keeping his hand on your neck, beginning to thrust. You gasp as he enters you, wrapping your legs around his waist, curling your toes in a mix of pain and pleasure. Caleb leans forward, keeping a stable hand on your neck, and using the other to align himself with your entrance. You whimper in anticipation, spreading your legs as he takes off his belt and pants. He yanks them down, along with your panties. Caleb’s free hand fiddles with the button of your jeans until they come free. You gasp as one of his hands finds it way to your neck, pressing down but not hard enough for you to loose oxygen. “Maybe I can make that happen.”Ĭaleb is quick, grabbing your thighs and laying you on the table roughly. Caleb chuckles and bends down so he’s face to face with you. “Them…t-them around my neck.” You whisper. “Y-Your hands,” you stutter, losing your confidence in playing dumb. The things this man could do to you with just words. “Maybe I was.”Ĭaleb smirks, standing up and casually making his way to your side of the table. “Sorry.”Ĭaleb chuckles, taking off his hat and putting it on the table. Your eyes flick down to his hand, and the thoughts re-emerge. “You’ve been starin’ at me.” He chuckles, tapping his fingers against his glass. “Y/N?” Caleb interrupts your thoughts, tilting his head and smirking at you. Must have been the few beers and shots of whiskey you had talking. You shake your head to push away such sinful thoughts. It made you wonder what those hands would feel like around your neck, pinning you to the mattress… But you wished sometimes he was rougher with you. He thought if he was too rough you’d shatter right in front of him. But you loved his hands, so rough but yet so gentle with you. His hands were worn years of gunslinging and being an outlaw would do that. They were big-much bigger than yours, anyways. You watch, your eyes traveling to his hands. Caleb chuckles and swirls his own glass of whiskey before taking a swig. You shake your head, “Nah, it’s perfect.” You croak, the burn in your throat still lingering. ![]() Caleb chuckled as he watched your face contort. ![]() You wince as the strong liquor Caleb offered you slipped down your throat, burning from your esophagus to your stomach. ![]()
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