#sub dutch van der linde

[miguel-owhora]

DUTCH VAN DER LINDE MASTERLIST

JUN. 2024

KEEPING YOU AROUND - PUSSY POUNDING SPITBALL

JUL. 2024

WEREWOLF!R FUCKING DUTCH

AUG. 2024

YOUNG VANDERMATTHEWS

[roamingtigress]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dutch van der Linde/Benjamin Lambert, Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde Characters: Dutch van der Linde, Benjamin Lambert, Hosea Matthews, Original Characters Additional Tags: Hurt Dutch van der Linde, Past Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Crack and Angst, Fluff and Crack, Crack Relationships, Crack Treated Seriously, Police Uniforms, Police, Red Dead Redemption 2 Spoilers, Video Game: Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018), Bottom Dutch van der Linde, Eventual Smut, Mentioned Hosea Matthews, Cuddling & Snuggling, Eventual Sex, POV Third Person, Sub Dutch van der Linde, Widowed, Widowed Dutch van der Linde Summary:

Dutch was finally caught and arrested -- as he was going to visit the grave of his beloved Hosea.

While in jail, he develops feelings for the Chief of Police for Saint Denis, Benjamin Lambert -- and develops guilt for it.

[bitin-and-barkin]

Keeping him in line

Warnings: Gunfucking, facefucking, shoe humping, sub Dutch, he's like super pathetic honestly, humiliation (Dutch Receiving), degradation, gender neutral reader, dom reader, the reader is SO fucking mean, Dutch deserves it tho, masochism, pain kink, anal, smut, all consensual dw, I like to think this could've stopped the downfall of the gang

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Thinking about being an "old friend" of Dutch.

Used to go out robbing with him back in the day, until some crap went down. He thought you died, and you thought the same for him. But after the blackwater incident, a long overdue meeting happens when you both try to rob the same train.

Thinking about him "Inviting" (practically begging) you to join him, even though you both know you're doing damn well on your own.

Thinking about once you graciously agree, he's consulting you for every little thing, saying something along the lines of "let me consult the missus/mister" before he plans any jobs, finally taking SOMEONE'S advice other than his own. Treating you like Hosea, like himself. A higher up, a leader, despite you having never set foot in this gang in over 10, 15, years.

Thinking about him insisting that you don't have to do any of the "dirty work" if you don't feel like it. Barking orders at others to "take care of it" while dragging you back to his tent for no reason at all, other than to just smoke and drink and chat about everything and nothing.

Thinking about others being weirded out and slightly jealous of all the praise and approval you get from him, with even Molly questioning if he's sweet on you. Everyone is thinking it, that maybe he had something going on with you in the past. But, even when he was with Annabelle? He had never treated her this kindly.

Thinking about him catching glances at your fingers while you handle your gun, the way you draw it and shoot in the blink of an eye. Watching your hands move as you play poker at camp, making everybody else at the table go broke.

Thinking about him watching the way your chest heaves in and out after a gunfight. Watching the way your silver tongue talks them into money and out of trouble, even better than he or Hosea can.

Thinking about him stating he needs to "take a break" with Molly due to him "needing some time alone" while she watches him talk to you the same way he used to chat with her, but with actual longing in his eyes.

Thinking about you talking to him, almost down to him, with a certain smug look on your face as he looks at you with a certain devotion on his. You calling out the flaws in his ideas and plans, doubting him, doing things that would get anybody else labeled as a traitor. But not you. Anybody but you. As when you do it? All he can do is sit there and take it.

Thinking about you pushing him down by the chest where he sits anytime he does something or says something that you don't like. Knocking his drink out of his hand in front of everybody when he gets too out of line.

Thinking about punishing him for his behavior at night, taking long drags of his cigar and putting it out on his arm as you grip his hair and shove his face into his bed as you fuck him into the sheets.

Thinking about you leaving bruises on his neck after you choke him too hard for being too mean to one of his boys or after one of his infamous plans fuck up once again.

Thinking about making him rut up against your boot as you face fuck him, saying he isn't deserving of even touching you, and if he wants release he has to work for it himself. Stating that your shoes better be shining when he's done down there as he rubs his dick against your spurs, desperate for friction.

Thinking of you fucking him with his own gun after he begs you for more, with you degrading him for getting a hard on. Asking him what the Pinkertons, what his gang, would think if they learned that Dutch Van Der Linde himself is no more than a common whore. One barely good enough to fuck. Saying that maybe you should turn him in, that way you can use the money to buy a whore that actually does what they're told.

Thinking about him crying into your lap as he begs for release, and all you do is laugh at him and shove him off, leaving him alone and aching after you climax and he doesn't. Knowing that he needs this punishment to keep him in place.

Thinking about him palming himself for the rest of the night and choking himself with a tie you got him a long time ago, fucking himself stupid with your gun which you left in his tent. But it's not enough. Such a greedy boy. It's never enough for him.

That's why you have to keep him in line. It keeps him sane.

[messrmoonyy]

There is a line between making a reader be more innocent and/or submissive to the character you’re writing them with, and making reader just completely childlike. And some of you are starting to blur it just a bit too much.

You can make your reader be more ‘innocent’ in regards to a burly, ‘bad’ character like Arthur Morgan or Dutch Van Der Linde and not make them behave like a literal child.

It’s really bloody gross.

[bears-are-my-favourite-colour]

Hosea 'pretty boy' Matthews is definitely a salty bitch with too much sass and a brat. you cannot convince me otherwise.

[toastywindow]

red dead redemption 2 as tiktoks cause Arthur deserves to listen to Hannah Montana songs

you'll know it when you see it I'm really enjoying making these compilations.

also how the heck do you guys haunt birds??? every time I'm in a random area birds are just gone. I just want to give Arthur pretty hat accessories

[chaos-smh]

Dutch Van Der Linde Headcanons

a/n: sorry for the delay in posting! this is probably a bit ooc but dutch is hard to write for phew. hope y'all enjoy!

pairing/s: dutch van der linde x fem!reader

content: suggestive content, smut, dom!dutch, hand kink?, established relationship, d/s dynamics, sub!reader, fluff?, dirty talk

word count: 790 words

minors dni!!🔞

Dutch can’t keep his hands off you. It almost felt as if there wasn’t a single moment in the day where his dexterous fingers weren’t resting on you, pressing into your supple flesh with his rings cool against your skin. It didn’t matter to him if everybody else was watching when he would crane your neck with his calloused hand and force you to look at him. However, what he savored the most was those moments in the depths of the nights when he would grasp at your flushed face, stifling your breath and muffling your cries of pleasure. The night would usually end with his hands soaked with your own tears and drool. Although, nothing could match your awe for the rings he wore and Dutch loved to tease you about it. “Oh? You want me to keep them on, do you sweetheart?” He would soon have you grasping at him and blushing hard when he curled his fingers inside of you with the cold jewelry soon drenched with your own slick. 

Dutch loves reading to you. Being the type of man that he is, Dutch took a certain pleasure in explaining things to you but he especially enjoyed when he was able to read to you. It surprised him when you had first asked but he was quick to fulfill your request. There was something about the way that the words would roll of his tongue and how his baritone voice would resonate in his chest which you fell in love with. It gave you butterflies when you would rest up against his chest with his arms around you as he read page after page into the late hours of the night. However, you quickly found yourself loosing track of the narrative when you would simply become mesmerized by the way he spoke to you. “You just like my voice, don’t you, my dear?” 

Dutch loves to spoil you. He took pride in the way that he was presented and perceived and he insisted that you should too. The gifts had started off very small but each one came with its own meaning, whether it was romantic or something which would make you to giggle. It became noticeable when the gang started to receive a steady flow of money as bottles of expensive perfume and lavish dresses would find their way to you. He relished in being able to dress you up and show you off like you were his own little doll. However, presents weren’t the only thing that he spoiled you with. Whenever you pleased him enough, he was kind enough to reward you. Dutch would honor you with deep thrusts which would leave you shaking and begging in a puddle of your own pleasure by the end of the night. “You can’t take anymore? But you’ve been such a good girl.”

Dutch always leaves his mark on you. It was clear that Dutch took pride in his work and that included you. There was nothing that gave him more of a thrill than being able to see the chorus of colors that littered your neck after a long night well spent. Your cheeks would burn the next day when you would attempt to go about your daily routine and try to avoid the teasing jokes from the other girls. However, you always caught the smug look and satisfied grin on Dutch’s face as he stood proud with a cigar on his lips and looked over you. Dutch also made it sure that you couldn’t sit. Deep shades of blue and purple smothered your behind as he would smack his ringed hand against the supple flesh for what would feel like hours. He enjoyed watching you waddle around the next day. 

Dutch has a need to always be in control. Whenever Dutch lost control, he always knew at the end of the day that you would be there to submit to him. You would be stupid to challenge his authority or disobey his word. Whether you were strung out over his lap or forced on your knees, he was quick to remind you who was in charge. Your nights together would be spent in deep bliss as he would coax out your submission with long and unforgiving thrusts, making sure to leave you sobbing for your own release. His firm teachings didn’t just remain in the bedroom though, as he made it habit to let everyone know who you belonged to. Dutch adored the blush on your face when you would refer to him as ‘sir’ and he relished in the way you squirmed when he made you sit on his lap.  “Don’t pout now, or do I need to remind you who you belong to.” 

[twinkmusk]

here's some sexual dutch van der linde headcanons :3!

heavy dom/sub aspects, dutch is a sadist, gn and bottoming reader!

dutch needs to be in control at all times

like really, at all times.

even outside of his tent he likes to remind you that he's in charge, standing behind you while you're engaged in conversation and slinking a strong arm around your waist

if he's feeling especially bold or especially possessive he might go as far as pressing open mouth kisses onto your neck, regardless of who's watching

enjoys watching you fluster in front of your peers all because of him

everyone knows you're dutch's plaything, he makes it obvious enough, and you do as well with your volume levels at night

basically the master of whispering sweet nothings, always murmuring compliments and praise into your ear when deserved

would never admit it, but he loves when you're a brat and he gets to give you an attitude adjustment

if youre being especially unsavory he will punish you accordingly

always very serious when you're in trouble, he just likes to make you squirm under his gaze and make you nervous he'll do something drastic

spanking is his favorite punishment to give you by far, he absolutely adores how undone and submissive you become for him after the first 10 strikes

he won't take his rings off either, which adds an aching kind of pain to the already sharp sting of his palm

takes pride in his ability to both please you and make you cry <3

dutch uses sex to fuel his ego and to hear what he wants to hear, whether that's you underneath him moaning his name or you sobbing and apologizing bent over on his lap

on bad days, when dutch is sure people are losing faith, he'll edge you until you're blabbering about how loyal you are to him and how much you need him

wants you to be dependent on him, like you couldn't possibly survive or achieve pleasure without him

the use of honorifics make his pants tight, hearing a timid "yes, sir." is music to his ears

teases you by going real slow, loves feeling you roll your hips against him

loves to listen to you beg for him to take you properly even more

but don't you worry! he'll use you properly after some time, always leaving you choking on gasps from the brutal pace he sets

finishing on your face is his favorite, like he's marking his territory

and that will always end with him wiping it off with his thumb to make you suck it clean

hope this is okay n not super ooc :D im a daddy dutch truther sorry </3

[allzelemonz]

Whipping Boy: Dutch Van der Linde X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’, ‘son’, and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: O’Driscoll Reader, Reader is the biggest virgin in the West, loss of virginity, grinding, thigh riding, masturbation, dom/sub-ish, overuse of ‘sir’, mentions of beatings, actively learning what sex is and why it’s hype Summary: When you finally get the chance to run away from the O’Driscolls after only ever being their punching bag, you end up in the hands of Colm’s rival and have to earn the protection you need.

The fire in front of you is a risk. Really everything is a risk now. You know Colm isn’t kind to traitors and he would certainly know that his favorite man to punish is missing. You’re not entirely sure why the man always blames you, why he enjoys beating you. It’s in the past now and you hope it stays that way, that’s what matters. The fire will go for another hour, just long enough to warm your hands because you can’t feel them, then you move on.

A stick breaks behind you and it takes all of your self control not to move. You need to wait and draw your gun when the time is right. But the time never comes, a rope catches your chest first. You try to reach the holster but your attacker beats you to it, throwing the gun aside and hogtying you with tight knots. From the footsteps, there are two of them, all you can hope is that they’re not Colm’s boys.

“What’d ya catch?” A twangy voice asks.

“Don’t know.” The one that tied you says with a bit of an accent. “Let’s see.”

The man pats you down, looking for pockets. He flips you over to do the same and finds nothing. You ran on a whim, no time to grab anything. The man that tied you is darker skinned than his friend, much better dressed too.

“He’s got nothing.” He sighs.

The other man comes closer, his eyes narrowing at you. He’s heavier set with a beard and half pinned up hat. “Hold on… he’s an O’Driscoll.”

You shake your head quickly. “N-No, sir. I’m not, I’m not, I swear I’m not.”

The bigger man laughs. “Squirrly too.”

“Should we take him back to Dutch?” The other asks. “He might have some information.”

That’s worse. That’s much worse than Colm’s boys, they’re Dutch’s.

“Sure.” The bigger one says. “Maybe he’ll be entertainin’.”

You struggle against your bindings. “L-Look, fellas, I’m not with Colm-”

“Horseshit!” The bigger one yells.

The other chuckles. “You all dress the same, cabrón. Hard to hide like that.”

He pulls you to your feet and shoves you towards the bigger man. You’re dragged to their horses, hidden in the trees, and hoisted onto the back of a large brown beast of a horse. The larger man isn’t gentle, he throws you in a way that makes your stomach feel the impact as you land.

“Sit still, fer yer own good, boy.” He says as he mounts.

You don’t argue. There’s no way you could. After all your time being at Colm’s mercy you’ve learned that fighting it gets you nowhere. The man still hits you along the ride, just for fun you assume. Perhaps you just have a punchable face.

When the horses stop you have a second of relief from the taunts and the violence, just a second before you’re roughly pulled from the horse and thrown on the ground. Your legs collapse from the extra pressure of the large man’s hand on your shoulder and you nearly swallow dust that’s kicked up from your landing. There’s shouting and footsteps before you’re pulled up to your knees and the familiar large hand grips roughly at your hair to make you look up at who you can only presume to be Dutch Van der Linde.

“What have we here?” He muses, hands on his gunbelt in a strikingly similar way to Colm. “Bill?”

The large man, Bill, answers in a smug voice. “Found ‘em out by the river, some O’Driscoll dog.”

“I can see that.” Dutch sighs, his eyes looking over the green vest you should’ve thrown away. “Let's see what he has to say. Bring him.”

Bill pulls you to your feet and drags you after Dutch to a large white tent. Inside it’s well kept, nicely decorated, very different from anything O’Driscoll. Dutch sits in a chair and picks up a cup to drink from.

“I will handle the boy, Bill.” Dutch says. “Cut him loose.”

“Ya sure, Dutch?”

“Go on.”

Bill grumbles to himself but cuts you free and disappears from the tent a second later. You move your eyes to Dutch, not quite meeting his.

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t kill you, son?”

You watch as he calmly stirs the liquid in his cup as if the question he asked were a normal one. He looks up at you and catches your eyes for a moment before you get the chance to look away. The last time you looked Colm in the eye without permission he tied you up to the horse’s hitching post and left you out for the night in nothing but a union suit.

“Sir, I�� I’m not with Colm.” You take a shaky breath. “I don’t want to be, anyway.”

“Why is that, son?”

You stare at his feet as you speak, unconsciously wringing your hands. “I just couldn’t stay there, sir.”

He chuckles. “You act like a frightened dog, son. Is there a reason for that?”

“Just don’t let him find me, sir.” You glance up at him for a second, just long enough to see an interested expression on his face. “You could let me go… or I could be useful to you, j-just don’t send me back to him or anything. I can’t be there.”

“Useful?” He muses. “How so?”

“Whatever you need, sir.” You say all too quickly, looking up enough to see a bit of a smirk on his face. “If you can protect me from Colm, I’ll do anything.”

He leans back in his chair, setting his cup down. “Come here, son.”

You step closer, just a foot away.

“Here, boy.” He points to the ground just in front of him.

You shiver as you lower yourself to your knees in the space he pointed to, right between his legs.

“You said anything, boy.” He leans forward, his hand slowly reaching out and tracing along your jaw. He holds your chin to make you look at him. “Did you mean it?”

“I-I suppose so, sir.”

“You suppose?”

“I… T-There are just some things I’ve never done before and I don’t know exactly what I-”

He shushes you and you go quiet. His hand is gentle as it travels up to cup your cheek. You look up at him and find only more gentleness in his expression.

“It’s alright, son.” He sighs as his thumb strokes your cheek. “Colm never used you?”

You blink a little rapidly at the question. Colm beat you, sure, but he never touched you. A couple of the boys might’ve gotten handsy when they were drunk, but no one had ever forced you or propositioned you beyond dirty comments in passing. It just never happened.

“No, sir.”

He’s quiet for a moment as he looks over your face. “It’s real simple, son. Just do as you’re told.” His thumb trails over to your lips, running along the bottom one and dragging it down a bit before letting it bounce back into place. “Ya seem good at that.”

Your breath catches for a moment from the touch. “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Stand up n’ strip for me, boy.”

You hesitate, your nerves getting the better of your tendency to obey. When you don’t move, Dutch’s hand grabs at your cheek harshly and you gasp.

“What’s the matter, boy?”

“S-Sorry, sir… Just that I’ve never…” You relax a bit as Dutch softens again, listening. “I’ve never been bare in front of somebody before.”

He smiles and you can’t quite place the expression but you know it isn’t an innocent one. “Never?”

“No, sir.”

“My, my…” He leans back in his seat. “Allright, son. Ya can earn your protection piece by piece.”

You nod, hoping for nothing more than to not be returned to Colm.

“Stand.” He orders.

You do, your knees aching in the process. He spreads his legs and pats one of his thighs. You timidly settle onto it, your own legs spreading apart to rest on top of him.

“That’s it, son.” Dutch smiles as he takes your hand and slowly places it over a hard bulge in his pants. “Now move yer hips n’ yer hand, just let it happen, son.”

You’ve never felt another man’s dick before and Dutch’s feels much bigger than you imagined most men should be. Given what he said, you’ll have to deal with it more later. Dutch’s hand squeezes yours, making it wrap around him. You take his hint, moving your hand against him and trying to think of what could feel good.

“Hips, son.” Dutch mutters, his head lulling back and his hand resting on your waist.

He grips your side tightly, urging you to move and you follow him. You buck your hips slightly, the unfamiliar motion feeling weird while perched on Dutch’s leg. But you feel it, what you assume Dutch is wanting you to feel. It’s barely there, but it gets better when you do it again and again. It feels good.

You try to keep your hand moving against Dutch in whatever way you can manage and he seems content, so your primary focus is on the movement of your hips. From the way he chuckles when you feel spasms overcome you, you assume it’s premature. Nonetheless, it rocks through you and Dutch moves his leg for you as you ride it out.

“Never came before, have you?” Dutch asks, his hands suddenly both on your waist and his lips close to your ear as if time had skipped.

“N-Never…” You say with heavy breath, the feeling still shooting pins through your body.

“Enjoy yourself?”

You nod, your head spinning a bit when you do.

“Next part could not be easier, son.” Dutch whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. “Sit there and look pretty.”

He leans back in his chair, away from you. The lack of support makes you have to rest your hands on him to catch yourself. You watch as Dutch unfastens his pants and, for the first time aside from the occasional accident, you see another man’s dick. It’s not so different from yours, but it stands on its own, something you’ve never dared to remove your pants to see on yourself. Your lips part at the sight and you suddenly understand why some folks talk about using their mouth down there.

Dutch puts his hand on your cheek again, bringing your eyes back to his. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a man’s cock, boy.”

“I-I-I have… just never so… close and…”

“You like it, son?”

You try to avoid them but Dutch’s eyes are so nice to look at that you can’t help but hold their gaze when you catch it. “Yes, sir.”

“Then you watch real close.” Dutch says, holding his hand out in front of your mouth. “Spit for me.”

You gather saliva in your mouth and spit it into his hand as he asked.

“Good boy.”

Something about the phrase sends a shiver through you. Dutch brings his hand down to his dick, the one on your cheek tilting your head to ensure you watch as he spreads your spit over himself. You can’t think of anywhere else you want to look. His hand grips and begins to move up and down in slow pumps. You unconsciously wiggle against his leg, now feeling the stiffness of your own dick.

“Don’t look away, son.” Dutch orders as his hand moves faster. “But you can move.”

You keep your eyes fixed on Dutch’s hand, watching as he gives himself an occasional squeeze and rubs his thumb along his tip every once and a while, but you also move your hips like you did before. Now you know what you’re chasing and with Dutch’s demonstration, you cum within a minute. Dutch moves his leg against you again, helping you through the high, but he doesn’t falter on himself. When he releases, his cum lands on the floor behind you but some spurts onto your pants. You watch, transfixed, as Dutch strokes himself through it and wanting nothing more than his hand on you now that you know what it can do.

His other hand brings your head up, making you meet his eyes again. “More tomorrow, son. Alright?”

You nod slightly. “Y-Yes, sir.”

He pushes at your shoulder slightly and you retreat, standing and stepping back from him. You watch as he puts himself away and turns his focus back to you. His eyes look over you before he stands. He takes a rag from the table and dips it in a bucket of water, ringing it before bringing it over and wiping the bit of his cum from your pants, your own release hidden by the dark shade of the fabric.

“Come with me, son.” He says, tossing the rag aside and putting an arm around your shoulders. He leads you out of his tent and gestures to an older woman in a red dress. “Miss Grimshaw will take care of you ‘til I need you again.”

You nod. “Okay, sir.”

“Behave yourself, do as you’re told.” Dutch drops his arm from you and turns back to his tent. “Colm won’t find you here, you have my word.”

With that he disappears back into his tent and you’re left standing there with ruined pants and a newfound set of knowledge and feelings. You take a deep breath and step out onto the grass, already anticipating what Dutch will want tomorrow.

[ccghastly]

Sub, Dom, or Switch

And Top, Bottom, or Both

With the Rdr2 boys

Some short headcanons on how the Van der Linde men like to get it.

(Nothing explicit, everything's written pretty obliquely)

Arthur, John, Charles, Hosea, Dutch, Keiran, Bill, Sean, Lenny, Javier, Micah, 

Arthur: 

Switch

Really depends on his mood.

Sometimes he's in the mood to feel big and in control, and sometimes he wants to lay back and be taken care of.

Both

He likes both equally well.

He just likes pleasure, however he's given it.

John: 

Sub

A bratty sub, will snark the entire time, but not so secretly really likes being bossed around.

Top

Liked bottoming a bit too much the few times he tried it, and it made him feel insecure, so he sticks to topping 

He is however very good at oral

Charles:

Switch

Not generally one for bed games, but depending on what his partner likes he can go either way

Top

Service top, loves taking care of his partners.

Had some bad experiences bottoming, so really doesn't prefer to do it anymore. But if he really trusts you he might be willing to give it a try.

Hosea:

Dom

Soft Dom, lots of praise and compliments.

Firm but sweet. Unlikely to give physical punishments.

Top

Simply doesn't derive a lot of pleasure from bottoming 

Dutch: 

Dom 

Because not being in control makes him feel uncomfortably vulnerable.

Both

Surprisingly willing to go either way

As long as he's still holding the reins, so to speak.

Keiran:

Sub

Tried Doming once or twice but got too nervous that he was doing it wrong.

Likes having clear instructions and plainly stated punishments for if he doesn't follow them. Just likes knowing what to do, and getting praise for doing it.

Both

Can go either way, entirely dependent on what his partner would like to do.

Is very whiny either way, he tears up and gets all stuttery. It's cute as hell.

Bill: 

Dom

Would be a switch if he wasn't madly insecure about his masculinity

If he trusts you he'd be willing to take a few orders.

Top

Bottoming also makes him feel very insecure

But as long as you never make fun of him for maybe wanting it, he'd probably open up enough to admit that he actually likes it either way.

Sean:

Switch

Depending on who he's with he either wants to give until they can't walk or take it until he can't.

Both

This boy just really wants to get fucked up, however the mood strikes him. Refuses to be shamed for it, everyone wants a piece of Macguire.

Lenny:

Dom

Really likes taking care of his partners, watching them fall to pleasure and knowing its all thanks to him.

The king of sweet aftercare.

Top

Was never interested in trying bottoming and still isn't.

Javier:

Switch

Leans more Dom but is willing to go either way depending on his partner.

Both

He is the loudest in bed, hands down. If he's talking It's almost entirely in Spanish, but he gets incoherent rapidly.

Very unashamed of how loud he is, why would he feel bad about a partner that makes him feel so good?

Micah:

Switch

Can go either way, but will run his mouth the entire time.

Some of what he says isn't even close to dirty talk, he just says whatever the hell comes to mind with no filter.

Bottom

He's, perhaps unsurprisingly, shameless about it. In fact he'll taunt his partners if they're not giving it to him well enough.

He's got standards and if they can't give him what he wants he'll go find someone who can.

(Here ya go, hoped you liked it! Lemme know what you think, I'd love to hear everyone's yays or nays)

[plussizedreader]

Hello all! I was inspired by the amazing @391780 and her fat reader stories to start this blog (so give her a follow!) anyways introduction post!

My name is Bo/Maul, and this blog will be dedicated to ONLY fat readers with canon characters with multiple fandoms. There will be smut, so this blog will be 18+, so any younger I will block! I will primarily write a fem reader, but will try my hardest to try male or gn readers!

Here are the fandoms and characters I’ll write for! I try to get all my smaller interest in here for those who also like it and get zero content for it!

Horror-

House of Wax (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Firefly trilogy (Baby, Otis, Foxy, I will write Spaulding, but fluff and anything but smut since he reminds me a lot of my grandpa lol)

31 (Doomhead)

Micheal Myers from any version of the series

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (any version of Leatherface Thomas, Bubba etc, Choptop)

Near Dark (Severen, Jesse, Diamondback)

Saw (Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, Adam Stanheight)

Video Games-

Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Abigail Roberts-Marston, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Tilly Jackson, Susan Grimshaw)

Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remake Games (John Price, Simon Riley, Soap, Gaz, Alex Keller, Farrah (I’ll write romance but no smut for Farrah!), Kate Lazwell, Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.)

Last of Us (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams (I will ONLY write adult Ellie and only ever with a Fem reader) Abby Anderson, Tommy Miller)

Days Gone (Deacon St John, Boozer)

Mortal Kombat (Johnny Cage, Kenchi,Sub Zero, Scorpion, Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Mileena, Kitana, Sindel, Kabal, Kano, Erron Black. NOTE please specify which timeline these characters are from or which movie so I know the correct characterization!)

Resident Evil series (Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg, Carlos Olivera, Chris Redfield.)

Movies/TV-

Star Wars (Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul)

Stranger Things (Hopper, Eddie Munson)

Blacklist (Raymond Reddington)

With that being said, while I will write smut, there are things I will not write, such as fat fetish and weight gain fetish bullshit, and I will continue to expand this list, also I can just simply say no I’m not gonna write it if I don’t like it lol.

This list is bound to change with my interest and I’ll add and take off things as needed! Please send in any request and I’ll start working on it shortly!

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Corrupted Hearts - Part I

Dutch x f!Reader, Arthur x f!Reader

Warnings & Tags: MINORS DNI, Dutch x f!Reader, Smut, Blowjob, PiV, Doggy, Choking, Toxic & Unhealthy Relationships, Dom/Sub

Word Count: 5.6k

Summary: Dutch makes yet another plan. One you ain’t so sure of, so you do what comes naturally... go to his tent to convince him otherwise.

a/n: I have no idea how long this is going to end up being, or how many parts. Just got to hold on for the thirsty ride!

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You sat at the table, your chin resting in your hand as you gazed intently at Dutch as the wooden surface dug into your elbow. 

'If you all play your part, and do exactly as I say - this will not fail.’ He said with a dangerous rasp in his voice as he eyed each of you in turn. 

No one said a word, you could feel the tension in them all. The way that Arthurs shoulders and jaw tightened with each delegation, with how Javier shifted the weight on his feet behind you. It was a big plan, a ballsy plan, and you knew it. But what you also knew was that you were not going to be the one to voice your concern - not yet anyway. You were the one to make sure that everyone was to do as they were told, exactly as Dutch had mentioned. 

As you and Dutch shared a silent look of knowing, you knew that’s precisely what he wanted from you as well. 

‘You and Arthur are on point,’ he continued, looking at you from underneath the brim of his bowler, as you gave him a nod in agreement. 

That was the part of the plan you didn’t like. 

You trusted Arthur, not that he was a hard man to trust. Ever since you fell into the gang two years ago, you and Arthur had quickly formed a mutual respect and trust with one another. A few close calls with bullets and the law later, you gladly called him a friend which was easily done after a man saved your life. You both worked well with one another, quickly, efficiently and above all you were both invaluable shots. 

So much so, that you didn’t think that the both of you leading everyone else was the best idea. Sure, if the law or bounty hunters weren’t tailing you, the explosives went off correctly and there was the exact amount of security you expected - there wouldn’t be any issue. But if there was one thing you knew about riding with the Van der Linde gang was that things rarely went as planned.

One stagecoach, at least twelve escorts and the difficult terrain of the West Grizzlies - trusting the information Bill provided them was any good… it was a hell of a gamble. Although Dutch was exuberant, he at least had a modicum of caution. But there was something about this job that almost had him salivating. You'd be lying if you weren't swept away by the way he spoke about it, hell the way he spoke about anything.

He had you all on a knife edge, this was no different than any other time. He sang the song that promised gold and riches, of another job to get you all that one step closer to freedom, to build with him an America that he and all of you envisioned. A way to make payment to leave your sins and horror behind. 

But through all of your bloodlust and desire to jump into any opportunity to kill the law or one of those Pinkerton fuckers, no amount of gold or slit throats was enough to eradicate the ever growing niggle. Your life was the only thing worth a damn, and not something you would easily negotiate no matter how pretty Dutch's words were. 

'Micah,' Dutch said, turning his gaze to the greasy blonde man, 'I want you at the back, keep an eye out for any trouble.'

'’Course, Dutch,' Micah said, his rotten breath detectable even from the other side of the table.

That was the second part of the plan that you didn't like. Although Micah had proved somewhat capable in getting the job done, you've been in enough shootouts with him to know he favoured shooting with two guns in any direction he could. He didn't care who was in the way, and that was the last person you wanted at your back. 

He was a man that clearly believed quantity over quality and you were sure he was overcompensating for something in some capacity. Not that your mind would venture into imagining Micah in a scenario of those sorts. The sheer notion was enough to turn your stomach. 

'The rest of you,' Dutch said, stabbing his finger in the air before him, 'ride hard and ride fast. And don't mess this up. Dismissed.' 

The gang scattered for the most part as Dutch turned his back, strolling back towards his tent as his gun belt rattled across his hips, his spurs clinking across the hard ground. 

You inhaled deeply, reaching for your smokes as Arthur mimicked your action, lighting one for himself. 

'You thinking what I'm thinking?' You said in a low tone as you lit the white stick. 

Arthur only grumbled as the silence settled between you. You mind was alert, your wits sharp as always as you ran every scenario and every fuck up possible through your head. You just wanted those damn gold bars and for all of you to get back in one piece. Well most of you anyway. 

'Can't say I like Micah pointin' a gun at the back of my head,' Arthur said after a moment, almost reading your thoughts. 

You were to ride at sunrise. The horses were to be fed, guns cleaned, ammo stocked, the plan clear in all of your minds. The routine was the same as always and as the sun began to dip across the treeline, you knew the evening would be the only chance to get a hot meal down you before the job. 

'Guess I'm taking this turn with Dutch then?' You said, finishing your cigarette as the idea of a warm venison stew slipped from sight. 

Much like with everything, you and Arthur had an understanding when it came to disagreements with Dutch. Do it quietly and take it in turns. Dutch was not a man that was fond of the same person bringing the same complaints with them. 

‘Guess so,’ Arthur said with a shrug, standing up from the bench at the table, ‘sure you can find a way to persuade him.’ Arthur gave a low chuckle, slapping the back of your shoulder gently. 

‘Don’t be an ass,’ you huffed as you too stood, already trying to formulate a script in your mind. 

Your relationship with Dutch was no secret around camp. No one said anything directly, not that they ever did when it came to that sort of stuff. The odd joke here or the sly quip there, but never, never in front of their leader. Dutch had made that clear the day Micah had decided to be clever, not long after he joined the outfit. 

He made a joke, or at least that’s what you had always hoped, about if Dutch was the sharing sort. Him and Dutch had disappeared for sometime after that, with Micah returning the most quiet you had ever seen him and you can only imagine the well spoken threats Dutch had whispered to him out of camp. 

For that you were grateful. Micah was a detestable piece of shit and although that wasn’t the last time he said anything to you out of earshot, it was the last time he was so brazen about it. 

The relationship between you and Dutch wasn’t a complicated one. It wasn’t any of that fancy lark that filled Mary-Beth’s books of love struck letters or declarations of anything. The only promise he made you swear to him the first night you found yourself in his bed, was that you were his. You were loyal to him, to the gang, to nothing else. You would follow his orders both in and out of his tent, and the moment any of that changed, you would no longer “be an appropriate fit.”

Dutch had a way with words, a way that thrilled and scared you. And from that moment you were hooked. You were sure there was a layered meaning to the words he spoke to you that night, but you didn’t care. Even if he was a fraction of the man he was, you’d finally found a place that was warm, with people who could and would look after you. In your mind that was a worthy price. 

As your feet carried you to Dutch’s tent, you sighed to yourself before pulling back the flap, not enough to see in but just enough so you would be heard. 

‘Dutch?’ You said, your voice and as low and as silky as you could manage. 

‘Enter,’ his voice was clipped, a sure sign this wasn’t going to be easy. 

You pushed through into the tent, the soft melody trickling from the gramophone as Dutch sat up in his cot, his legs outstretched with a book in hand. He didn’t even look up at you. 

‘Can I help you?’ He said, his eyes not leaving the book. It was worn, the spine fraying and the text utterly faded but you could put a week's worth of work on what it was. 

‘Dutch, it’s about the job.’ You stood there before him, your hands at your hips that were cocked to the side. 

‘Go on.’ he said, licking the pad of his thumb as he turned the page. 

‘I don’t think the plan will work,’ you said, sternly and frankly. You spoke to Dutch enough, had enough conversations with him that you knew playing coy wasn’t going to get you anywhere. He had never let on to it, but you were sure that’s what he liked about you. You were never one to mince your words but still smart enough about when you vocalised anything. 

‘Is that so?’ He said, his eyes briefly pausing on the text in front of him.

‘Yeah,’ you sighed, crossing your arms in front of you, ‘look Dutch, I ain’t questioning you but-’

‘It sounds like you are doing exactly that, my dear,’ he said, continuing with his reading. 

‘I just don’t think it’s much good having your best two shots up front is all. And Micah? You honestly trust him to cover our backs?’ 

‘I trust he will do as I say,’ he said, his teeth almost gritted as he slammed the book closed with one hand. 

The sound made you jump slightly as he turned to look at you, running his fingers over his moustache. 

‘Will you do the same?’ He stood, pacing towards you as your breath caught in your throat, your heartbeat rising. 

‘Dutch you know I don’t mean anything by it, I’m just concerned,’ you said, your arms falling to your side in exasperation. You really weren't in the mood for games but it seemed, as always, that’s exactly what Dutch wanted. 

He stood in front of you, all but towering over you as you could feel the heat of his chest, even through his waistcoat. You slowly raised your gaze to his, meeting his eyes as he looked down on you like a piece of prey. 

‘I just think,’ you said as calmly as you could without faltering, ‘that I could be of better use if -’

He cut you off, his deep rumbling laugh filled the air around you. Within a flash his hands wrapped around the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly, his rings digging into the back of your scalp as he forced you to keep eye contact with him. 

You knew this game, and you played it well. You were sure all the other women gave him that doe eyed look of submission. Yes sir, of course sir. But you weren’t one of those women. You held your gaze, your eyes narrow and mouth taut. You were sure there was to be some speech, some threat, some whisper of seduction. You just had to wait. 

‘I know all of your uses, miss,’ he hissed, giving you hair a small but tight tug. 

You didn’t flinch. 

‘Do you think you’re the one giving orders now?’ He said, his moustache twitching impetuously. ‘Perhaps, I should leave the gang in your capable hands.’ 

You didn’t fight him. You didn’t move. Not because you were scared, oh it was the exact opposite. You hate the way he could play your body so easily. The way your veins and bones and all your insides craved for the danger, for the thrill of the chase. To be so close to the edge of something dark. Time and time again you let him push you there and you doubted that tonight would be any different. But you never let him fuck you over that line without a fair fight. 

‘You know it’s a bad call, Dutch,’ you said, your eyes flicking briefly to his lips. 

‘I don’t make bad calls,’ he rasped, the smell of cigars and a faint hint of whiskey filling your nose. 

You pushed your head into his hand ever so slightly, a small smirk turning at the corner of your lips. 

‘Well I’m here ain’t I?’ 

That earnt a laugh from him as he nodded slowly, gently releasing your hair. 

‘I’m in a generous mood,’ he said, stepping back from you, to sit on the edge of his cot, ‘Micah will stay up front with Arthur, you at the back.’

You smiled, warm and genuine but that did not once soften him one bit.

‘Do not mistake that for charity,’ he said, fetching his glass of whiskey from the side and taking a gulp, his throat swallowing deeply as the liquor left a few small flecks of liquid on his moustache. 

There was a level of danger with Dutch that you had never seen anywhere else, a man who could move his fingers into people’s minds and bend them to his will. A part of you shivered at the thought, a part of you loved it. And he knew it. It was perhaps what drew him to you, ever since that moment he first saw you running a blade across that man's throat until his pleas and gurgles turned to nothingness. You always supposed it was your calm ruthlessness and knowing exactly when to keep your mouth shut that made you so attractive to him. 

‘Take off your clothes,’ he said, not moving an inch as he looked you up and down, that familiar hunger stirring in his eyes. It was so much more than a demand. It was the way that oil would smother the surface of water, coating it in its pearlescent darkness. 

You stood for a moment, allowing him to drink you in, to let the thought creep into his mind about how he would punish you if you didn’t obey. But you would, eventually. Where you were stubborn, he was patient and so precarious with when he chose to exercise that particular trait. 

But you weren’t one of the men that would take his command so easily. Not in the tent anyway. For whatever game he wanted to play you were a worthy opponent. 

So slowly, you raised your fingers, oh so delicately to the first button on your blouse. You worked at it with precision but you certainly took your time about it, prying it from its hole. You moved onto the next and then the next. It was so painstakingly slow even with how salacious you were feeling. 

A part of you wondered if it would always be like this. Between you and him, between you and any other man. The constant manipulation from either side, the intimidation and playing every move like you were locked in a life and death battle of chess. But you’d never known anything else, and this is why you were so happy to comply, between that and the burning heat between your thighs. 

All the other men before him were just a training exercise for Dutch van der Linde, wanted dead or alive in five states. 

When you finally unbuttoned your blouse you slowly shrugged out of it, pulling it from the waistband of your jeans, almost doing a dance for Dutch as you allowed it to pool on the floor. But that was exactly what he wanted. An obedient little performance, just for him. 

No matter how abashed you should have felt, you moved to your gun belt, slowly flicking at the metal as you teasingly coiled it in your fingers, wrapping it around your hand and placing it gently on the floor and not once taking your eyes away from his gaze. You were a lot of things, but a coward was not one of them. 

Dutch pulled out a half smoked cigar from the inside of his waistcoat, the thick half burnt end turning into a bright orange glow as he lit it. For all the times you’d been intimate with him, it was rare you saw him quite like this. It almost seemed that with how little he was moving, aside from the occasional puff on his cigar, all of his effort was spent keeping himself grounded, all of his energy going into not pouncing on you like a mountain lion. 

But if there was one thing you knew about Dutch was that every single bit of this was on his terms. His pleasure, your pleasure, would be exactly as he wanted it. However he commanded it. 

When you finally made your way to your jeans, unpopping each metal button slowly down the fly, you took your toes to your heel, kicking off each boot as steadily as you could muster before wigglily your jeans past your hips and down to the floor before you stepped from the arrangement of garments.

You stood there in your smocks, presenting yourself like a piece of art. 

‘Did you misunderstand me?’ He said, low and fearsome as the smoke billowed between you both. 

Oh no, you hadn’t misunderstood him, not for one second. Perhaps you were pushing your luck this evening. Maybe it was the thought of the job tomorrow as it glistened at the back of your mind that made you feel so bold this evening. 

The night had well and truly come now and before you knew it, the only light was that of Dutch’s cigar end and the dying fumes of the oil lamp, casting weary, blinking shadows on the canvas walls. 

You continued with lazy fingers, pulling the straps from your shoulders as the chemise soon followed the others to the floor in a wispy twirl of silk as you then removed your breeches. You held his carnivorous stare, standing before him like a sculpture made just for him. Which is exactly what you were. A licentious being created by the higher powers just for Dutch. 

He stood, prowling towards you as every part of your body tried to not recoil and run. A childish instinct built from childish notions, and you were anything but. He closed the space between you, as your nipples very nearly brushed against his chest with each breath that you took. He looked over you, savouring you with narrow eyes and furrowed brows as he carefully raised his hand, touching at a lock of your hair. 

‘You gonna behave for me tonight, miss?’ He snarled, his fingers passing through the thick strand of your hair, twirling it like a ribbon. 

You swallowed, sensing something dark within him. But this was always how it went, this little game of his. You undress as he coerces and cajoles until every part of you is stuffed with him and his words, his promises and threats. Until your mind was consumed with nothing else other than all the things you would do for release. 

You doubted tonight would be any different. 

You eventually gave a weak nod, knowing that this would be drawn out whatever way you played it, and as always, he was right. If you did as you were told, it would be easier for you. 

Dutch stepped in closer, his boots echoing on the wooden floor of his tent as he bent his head down to your ear, peppering tentative kisses along your jaw and neck. A faint moan escaped you as your whole, naked body shivered under his touch. You could feel the corners of his lips turn into that wicked smirk of his as he came closer to your ear. 

‘Get on your knees.’ For words so quiet and near soundless, the authority behind them was unmistakable.

You body obeyed before your mind could question it, completely and utterly under his thrall as you did exactly what was asked of you. The wood splintered into your bare kneecaps, digging in and pressing on that familiar nerve as you tried your best to not wince and move yourself as delicately as possible. You looked up at Dutch, as any faithful servant on their knees would, as he unclasped his belt buckle, the metal harshly clanging in the nighttime air. 

You could already see the painful bulge in his trouser, hard a prominent even in the low light, as he shoved his hand into his jeans, pulling his cock free from the confines. 

‘Open,’ he growled, as you complied instantly, your mouth falling open, your tongue already glistening with spit as with one hand, Dutch grabbed the top of your hair, pulling your mouth onto him. 

However, Dutch, although a forceful man, was not a rough one. Slowly, inch by inch he pulled you mouth further down his cock watching even wince, every second your breath grew more and more strained as your cheeks hollowed, waiting for his instructions. 

He smiled down at you, the sadism plastered all over his smug face as you kept your tongue flat, desperate to not make any decisions on what he would or would not like. You would be told in good time, when he was ready. 

You felt the tip hit the back of your throat, your mind fighting against the need to splutter and gag as you could feel his excitement growing with every morsel of cock that you were gratefully taking. It was a challenge, you knew it was. How far he could go with you before you said no, before you refused to take it anymore. But that wasn’t you. Never once had you backed down from a challenge, and tonight wasn't going to be the first time you relented. 

You took a deep breath through your nose, using the muscle in your stomach to help open your throat and you felt Dutch’s cock slide further down, making it near impossible to breath. You held yourself, your knees starting to ache and cramp, the oxygen in your lungs slowly seeping like sand in an hourglass. But your lips remained wrapped around him, your mouth filled with saliva and precum as you held your gaze and your breath. 

Dutch didn’t move, his rings tangled in your hair and a look of superiority consumed his features as he looked down his nose at you. 

You could almost hear the words in his head, the words of degradation that he never said aloud, not that he needed to. He could make you feel them in one swift movement, as though he possessed some supernatural force. It was almost cruel in a way. The way he could make you think such things and still have you cunt dripping and aching, your slick coating your calves as you remained kneeled, paying homage with your mouth. 

Answering your silent prayers, he pulled his mouth out slowly, just as slowly as it went in, enough to allow you some breath back into you. And God, did you take in as much air as you could through your nose as you supposed it would be the last chance you had. 

Your mouth was growing as wet and as messy as your cunt and Dutch languidly moved your head up and down his thick shaft, burying himself to the hilt one moment and leaving you near empty the next. But you held on, no matter how much your jaw complained, or your stomach tightened from the intrusion, all of it was a small price to pay for the ever building heat between your thighs. It was a painful taunt, your mouth being used in ways you wished were elsewhere. But that was how Mr Van der Linde liked it. He like to torture you, he liked you as a play thing for pleasure, pain and killing and everything in between. 

The only difference between you and the dog of the camp was what he was doing to you right now. And hell, you were more loyal than a beast. You didn’t even need leftovers to be bent to Dutch’s whim. 

‘Your much prettier when you’re quiet,’ Dutch growled, using your mouth to pleasure himself as he stood stoic and poised. 

Your eagerness grew as a muffled whine heaved from you, closing your throat around his cock and you saw Dutch’s eyes fluttered in pleasure. Good. The better it was for him, the better it was going to be for you. 

He pulled your head back roughly, taking his cock from your mouth as a trail of silvery spit still connected you. You weren’t far off slobbering everywhere as he smiled down at you. Working his fingers out of your hair, he stood back, making his way to the cot once again as he sat on the edge, his cock shining in the last of the lamp's light. 

‘Get up,’ he said, beckoning at you with two fingers. 

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, a sticky trail of a mixture of fluids coated your skin. You complied, making your way over to him. He trailed the curve of your breast with a single finger, tracing it down your stomach as your whole spine felt as though it would dissolve. You were desperate to be touched, to be used, to find some sense of everything you were feeling, your carnal desire yearning for more. 

But that did not come for you. He stopped just above your slit, his finger falling as he gripped his cock, stroking the full length slowly. Not a hair was out of place. If it wasn't for him showing himself to you, he looked the same as he always did. Polished jewellery, a pressed white shirt, an immaculate image of refinery and ferocity melding into one. In all the years you have been with him, you had never once seen him unclothed. 

There was a reason for that, as there always was with Dutch. Some calculation behind every decision he ever made. What that was however was never something he divulged, nor did you ever ask. But you knew it helped the image of him as all powerful beings, without the same needs as the mortals around him. Come to think of it, you never saw him eat, or bathe or any other necessity. Perhaps he really was from another world. An entity sent to deliver those from the wicked corruption of the new world. How much you believed that though was another matter. 

'Turn around' he said, as your brows pulled together. You almost opened your mouth, a natural response to argue or to say something but you decided against your better judgement, pivoting on the balls of your feet.

He grabbed at the soft flesh of your hips kneading at your sides in unison. He brought both his hands across your ass cheeks, under where they curved and cupped at them with a firm squeeze. 

You moan at the sensation, the dominance spilling over from the gang leader. Your leader. 

Giving you a decisive smack with one hand, you felt the sharp sting as your ass wobbled, your eyes closing briefly as he brought his hands between your thighs but nowhere near high enough to where you needed them.

Pulling apart your legs, he slotted his knees between you, pulling at the side of your thighs to get you in the perfect position as you became straddle across his lap, hovering precariously. 

You didn’t dare plead or beg as your heat awaited its overdue appraisal. 

The head of Dutch's cock ran up your slick, warm and wet like freshly skinned veal as he teased the head of his cock at your entrance, threatening to envelope his masculinity within you. Your breath heaved, eyes closed, hoping, as you were invoking the deliverance you knew he could provide you. 

As you stared into the darkness, you felt his large hand on the small of your back, pushing you forward slightly as you sat down onto his lap, your hips doing everything but grinding. Rolling your shoulders, you hoped beyond hope the torture would be over as you began to whisper, beseeching into nothingness as your mind mumbled it’s secret petition. Your mouth moved silently, your soft lips gracing each other as your whole mind, body and soul begged for something more, something beyond sense or reason. 

You could feel his hard cock against your ass as you gripped onto his knees in front of you, waiting subserviently for your next orders. 

He held your cheeks again, massaging them roughly, the cold of his jewellery creating a stark contrast between the warmth of his skin as he pulled you apart, rubbing his length upwards and between you, using your ass to gratify himself. 

His tip coaxed across your asshole, as Dutch pressed your cheeks together around his cock, his grip tightened as he thrusted slowly. His hands held you fiercely, depressing into your soft skin as his movements quickened. You whimpered as his shaft continued to work on your skin.

It was enough friction for your body to ache and your need to be satisfied grew to unbearable heights.

He pushed you slightly, holding your hips as he speared his cock inside of you without warning. You nearly screamed but your body seemed to take over your mind as not a single coherent thought was left within you, as you felt Dutch's hand snake across your throat forcing you to let out strangled sobs.

‘Shh…’ he whispered, his voice low and menacing.

It was almost too much, your breath coming faster now that his cock was buried fully into you, filling you up as you stretched around him. He moved slowly, making sure to leave no part of his shaft untouched. He moved like a predator, stalking and pouncing at just the right time, making it seem as if it were all planned to be this way. It was all calculated to make you feel the full extent of his power over you, to use you as he pleased.

Your mind was awash with lustful images of what was happening to you. The sensations consuming as Dutch moved his cock in and out of you whilst you helplessly rolled your hips. You were already on fire as his thrusts grew more frenzied, sending ripples of pleasure and pain coursing throughout your entire being. He didn't even bother to move his hips, as yours naturally ground against his as you rose to meet his thrusts. Your eyes closed, a moan rising from your throat as your back arched. A slight gasp escaped your lips at the sensation of having his cock inside you once again.

‘What do you want?' He growled into your ear.

But it was no use. All words had seemed to escape you as you chased your own high. Everything else ceased to exist as you clung to his knees desperately, letting him have his way with your cunt as the coil began to tighten between your thighs.

'Tell me,' he said again.

'Please, Dutch,' you whimpered pathetically, your mouth dry from panting as you couldn't even peel your eyelids open.

He made a sound of satisfaction, a low mmm as you felt his chest reverberate behind you. His grip tightened on your throat, as you felt his hand move from your hips to between your legs, the place where you needed his touch the most.

‘I need you to tell me' he said again, his breath hot against your neck.

You were not a stranger to this, and you knew better than anyone how to please him. But more importantly how he could please you.

He pressed his fingers onto your clit, pressing down on it hard as you squirmed and twitched on his lap, his cock still working its wonders on your insides. But then his fingers started to move, deliberately and forcefully as he buried himself in you, his thumb pressing on the side of your neck in just the right place for you to see black spots, your mind becoming more absent by the second. 

The waves crashed over you sooner than expected, as the whole world turned black. Your only senses were that of the coursing pleasure that coated and licked at every morsel of you, your whole body spasming, as Dutch held you in place, coaxing out every perfect second of your orgasm. His hand dropped from you as he pulled out of you in haste, your hearing slowly returning from the ecstatic buzz as he grunted behind you with the hot ropes of spend hitting your back and hips. 

You both sat there for what felt like an eternity, both panting and sweating as the musk began to fill the tent. When the feeling eventually returned to your legs, you stood cautiously and made your way to the wash basin precariously. Dutch meanwhile, tucked himself away, returning to his half smoked cigar and dog eared book. 

You cleaned, dressed and took your leave as you always did when the night was finished without another word. 

You still weren’t even sure if that man ever slept.

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the umbrella academy ;

diego hargreeves, allison hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, five hargreeves, ben hargreeves, and viktor hargreeves

nsfw available for all except five

the last of us ;

joel miller [ROMANTIC] ellie williams [PLATONIC]

nsfw available for joel

black butler ;

sebastian micheals, finny, bard, mei-rin, grell sutcliff, william t. spears, undertaker, and claude faustus

nsfw available for all

inside job ;

reagan ridley, brett hand, ron staedtler, and andre lee

nsfw available for all

kobra kai ;

daniel larusso, johnny lawrence, hawk moskowitz, robby keene, miguel diaz, and demetri alexopoulos

nsfw available for daniel and johnny

supernatural ;

sam winchester, dean winchester, castiel novak, lucifer, crowley, and john winchester

nsfw available for all

lucifer [netflix] ;

lucifer morningstar

nsfw available 

demon slayer ;

kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, obanai igura, sanemi shinazugawa, mitsuri kanroji, shinobu koxho, giyu tomioka, gyomei himejima,  daki, gyutaro, muzan kibutsuji, kokoshibo, douma, akaza, enmu, tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agamatsu, inosuke hashibira, genya shinazugawa, and muichiro tokito

nsfw available for all except tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, genya, or muichiro

gotham ;

oswald cobblepot, fish moony, sal maroni, victor zsasz, edward nygma, harvey bullock, harvey dent, alfred pennytworth, and bruce wayne

nsfw available for all except bruce

daredevil ;

matt murdock

nsfw available

the mandolorian ;

din djarin 'mando'

nsfw available

GAMES; 

call of duty ;

simon riley 'ghost', johnny mactavish 'soap', john price, kyle garrick 'gaz', alejandro vargas, phillip graves, keegan russ and könig

nsfw available for all

red dead redemption 2 ;

arthur morgan, bill williamson, charles smith, colm o'driscoll, dutch van der linde, hosea matthews, javier escuella, john marston, kieran duffy, micah bell, karen jones, mary-beth gaskill, abigail roberts and sean magurie

nsfw available for all

team fortress 2 ;

spy, mun-dee mundy 'sniper', jeremy 'scout', mr ludwig 'medic', mikhail 'heavy', pyro, tavis finnegan degroot 'demoman', mister jane doe 'soldier', dell gonagher'engineer'

nsfw available for all

stardew valley ;

harvey, maru, sebastian, abigail, sam, penny, elliott, leah, alex, hailey, shane, emily, and sandy

nsfw available for all

sally face ;

sal fisher, travis phelps, larry johnson, and ash campbell

nsfw unavailable

mortal kobat 1 ;

johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, raiden, kung lao, lui kang, kui liang 'scorpion', bi-han 'sub-zero', tomas vrbada 'smoke', syzoth 'reptile', rain, kitana, mileena, and sindel

nsfw available for all

doki doki literature club ;

monica, yuri, natsuki, and sayori

nsfw unavailable

danganronpa ;

makoto naegi, byakuya togami, mondo owada, kiotaka ishimaru, yasuhiro hagakure, leon kuwata, hajime hinata, nagito kamado, izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, gundham tanaka, sonia nevermind, kazuichi souda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, shuichi saihara, kokichi ouma, gonta gokuhara, k1-b0, miu iruma, rantaro amami, kaito mamota, kaede akamatsu, and kirumi tojo

nsfw available for all

MOVIES;

spiderverse ;

peter b parker, miguel o’hara, hobie brown, spider-man noir, ben parker, jess drew, miles morales, miles morales [ earth-42 ], gwen stacy, and  pavitr prabhakar

nsfw available for peter b, miguel, hobie, noir, ben, and jess

star wars ;

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, padme amidala, qui-gon jinn, luke skywalker, han solo, leia skywalker, ben solo ‘kylo ren’, poe dameron, finn, rey skywalker, armitage hux, and cassian andor 

nsfw available for all

marvel cinematic universe ; 

tony stark, steve rogers, bucky barnes, sam wilson, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, vision, bruce banner, natasha romanoff, clint barton, peter parker, loki laufeyson, and thor odinson

nsfw available for all except peter

x-men ;

logan howlett ‘wolverine’, peter maximoff ‘quick silver’, erik lehnsherr ‘magneto’, charles xavier, hank mccoy ‘beast’, kurt wagner ‘nightcrawler’, warren worthington iii ‘archangel’, storm, and scott summers ‘cyclops’

nsfw available for all

deadpool ; 

wade wilson ‘deadpool’, colossus, and weasel 

nsfw available for all

karate kid ;

daniel larusso and johnny lawrence

nsfw unavailable 

the breakfast club ;

john bender, andrew clark, brian johnson, claire standish, and allison reynolds

nsfw available for all

the outsiders ;

dallas winston, darry curtis, sodapop curtis, steve randell, two-bit matthews, johnny cade, and ponyboy curtis

nsfw available for darry and two-bit

the hobbit ;

bilbo baggins, thorin oakensheild, fili durin, kili durin, thranduil, legolas greenleaf, and bofur

nsfw available for all

lord of the rings ;

frodo baggins, sam gamgee, merry brandybuck, pippin took, gimli, legolas greenleaf, aragorn, and boromir

nsfw available for all

scream ;

billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, sidney prescott, tatum riley, and dewey riley

nsfw available for all

the ballad of songbirds and snakes ;

coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth, lucy gray baird, reaper ash, and jessup diggs

nsfw available for all except lucy gray

[squippy360]

Hii, can you making a list of the fanfics in progress and what you're coming out with partly because I gave you a couple of requests about a month ago and I have no idea if you got them or not also it'll be nice to know what else is on its way, love ur work! ❤

Eeeeeeeeee💗💖💕💓💖💘💞💖💗💓💖💘🧡💝💞💖💝❤💖💗 I've been waiting to do this.

So recently I've gotten into more fandoms like rdr2 and c.o.d so now I will be writing more stuff with gay cowboys and muscular military men. So here's the list rn

Bullet points: actually working on

Numbers: thinking about

Loki x Dom!male reader

Sub!tony stark

Stucky x twink!male reader

Hypnotized!stucky x male reader

Arthur morgan x male reader

Soap x male reader

Ghost x male reader

Roach x male reader

Roach x ghost x soap x male reader

Ghost x soap

😍Keiran duffy😍 x male reader

Charles x male reader x Arthur Morgan

Hosea Mathews x male reader x Dutch van der Linde

[sludge-saturday]

welcome!! (please read)

this is a blog dedicated to reader-insert writings about the following characters:

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

☆ connor rk800

☆ markus rk200

RED DEAD REDEMPTION II

☆ arthur morgan

☆ charles smith

☆ john marston **

☆ javier escuella **

☆ lenny summers

**posts about these characters will be centered around their stories in rdr2 since that is the game i'm more familiar with!

STARDEW VALLEY

☆ alex

☆ elliott

☆ harvey

☆ sam

☆ shane

☆ sebastian

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 (2023)

☆ liu kang

☆ bi-han (sub-zero)

☆ kuai liang (scorpion)

☆ johnny cage

☆ kenshi takahashi

☆ kung lao

☆ raiden

☆ tomas vrbada (smoke)

☆ syzoth (reptile)

...and writings about the following pairs!

☆ connor rk800/hank anderson

☆ arthur morgan/charles smith

☆ dutch van der linde/hosea matthews

☆ johnny cage/kenshi takahashi

☆ i am open to writing all genres (including nsft content), but they will mainly be in the form of headcanons, blurbs, and one-shots. the bulk of my writings will be under the cut, with only a brief introduction to the piece being above it. this is to prevent the post from taking up too much of the dash! the reader pov of all of my writings will be gender-neutral unless otherwise requested.

☆ feel free to make requests as specific as you'd like! this includes the scenario, gender identity of the target reader, and any other important details! the status of whether or not requests are being taken will ALWAYS be regularly updated in my bio, so stay on the lookout for that. :)

☆ if i ever come across a request that involves a topic i am not comfortable with writing, i will let you know privately and we can try to work something out.

☆ thanks for stopping by, and enjoy!

sludge