begging for some Dutch headcanons 🙏🙏 Love that old man sm and your headcanons r always so good so it made sense to ask
Dutch Van Der Linde Headcanons
He truly believes that his words can bend reality. If he claims something, then it must be true. In modern times I think he'd be into the law of attraction.
He reads a lot but he actually rarely finishes a book. He skims it and takes the ideas and lines he likes best. He doesn't take in whatever idea the author was actually trying to share.
He holds very strong grudges and remembers every single inconvenience and offense.
He is scared of being irrelevant, of being forgotten.
He sees himself almost as a savior, a hero, but he is unwilling to act like one.
He loves the sound of his own voice and will find any excuse to talk. He is also obsessed with aesthetics and maintaining a presentable appearance.
Nsfw
He's really into cock worship, absolutely.
He wants you on your knees, licking every inch of his shaft and opening wide to take him down your throat. He likes to slap his cock against your cheek and rub the tip on your lips before entering.
He keeps calm and relaxed even when he cums. He makes a growling noise and shoots off all over your face.
He prefers to be on top, but he's okay with being on the bottom and is willing to try most positions. He doesn't believe the physical placement of bodies creates a power imbalance. He is still fully in control no matter what position he's in, even if you tie him up.
Dutch is fully confident in himself and his capabilities to be a good lover. And he has good reason to be confident too. He never fails to make you cum, he also never fails to intentionally withhold orgasms from you.
He believes that if he leaves you wanting, you'll stay loyal and keep coming back to him. So every few times you two have sex, he edges you repeatedly and forces you not to touch yourself.
I think he'd be into chastity, not on himself but on you. It pleases him to know there's no way for you to make yourself feel good or for somebody else to take his job.
He likes going slow when he's on top, he loves savoring your body like it's a meal, watching his cock penetrate you over and over.
He doesn't make too much noises beside occasional groans and growls. It's very hard to make him lose control.
He'd definitely be into spanking and having you call him daddy.
You awake one morning to find two old men have broken into your house, kicked your dog off the bed and now you can't take your eyes off the old man yaoi action happening before your eyes. Fair warning, Zuckerberg; nipples get exposed here.
Gender-neutral reader x Vandermatthews! Based on a silly dream I had :3
Bedside Manners
by Roaming Tigress
It's the early morning hours and you wake up to feel something moving at the foot of your bed. It's not your dog, your cat, your spouse.
Is it some cheeky intruder who boldly forced their way through your bedroom window?
It might as well be.
You feel your cheeks flush as you make out the vague shapes of two men sitting on the edge of the bed. At least you *think* they're sitting on the edge of the bed.
You want to get a better picture of what is happening and you take advantage of your phone's flashlight setting.
Your cheeks flush more when you see who it is: Dutch and Hosea, the two camp dads as you affectionately call them.
And they're not just sitting on the edge of your bed. Dressed adorably in matching blue mango-printed silken pyjamas, they are making out with one other on your bed, with Dutch taking the lead. He slips a hand through an opening between the buttons of Hosea's pyjama top. While you think it's a sexy gesture, Hosea lets out a yelp of surprise.
"Your hands are cold, Dutch!"
Dutch flashes a sly grin to Hosea, leaning in more as he wags an eyebrow.
"Well, that means they need to be warmed up!"
"Oh, God, you . . . " Hosea gasped as that damn cold hand roamed underneath his pyjama top, his squirming only encouraging Dutch. "You old rascal!"
Oh, but Hosea wasn't going to just let Dutch get away with such cheekiness. He got him back when he shoved his hands down the hem of his pyjama pants and grabbed his ass. Alas, from your angle you don't get to see much of his ass; you instead get a little flash of a love handle and old man paunch instead. Just as you always wanted. Predictably, Dutch yelps at the sensation of his ass being grabbed, and to your amusement, his yelp is exceptionally high-pitched. Though Hosea taught him well, Dutch is not not as tough as he tries to show.
"Oh, shut up!" Hosea growls, and after steading the back of his head, locks lips with the Plan Man. You are certain those tongues are battling for dominance and yo uknow there can only be one winner.
For as far into each other as they are, you do not go unnoticed by them.
It was Dutch that first noticed you were watching them as you sat up in bed, mesmerized. He's a little excited about having an audience; you had an inkling that you thought he'd be into that sort of thing.
"OLD PEOPLE HAVE SEX, TOO!" Dutch barked out, much to Hosea's embarrassment.
Great, now the rest of the house has been woken up.
"Shhhh!" You hiss back. "You already sent my dog off the bed, do you want to wake up everyone too?"
Right about then, you realize that you just egged Dutch on. Hosea is shaking his head, but there's a little tiny smirk on the corner of his lips though, which tells you he's more amused than he's letting on.
There's a sly grin forming across Dutch's meticulously mustached lips. And then, to your amusement, he undoes a button of his pyjama top and playfully flashes you a nipple. "What's wrong with that? You could charge admission at the door for this."
You laugh. You can't help but laugh. The whole situation is just so . . . Silly.
You've thought of these two as an old married couple, not without their tragedy. You also think of each of the men in your way; maybe you think of Hosea as the shrewd one who could sell ice cubes to the iceman. Maybe you think Dutch as the charmer with the silver tongue who would benefit from modern mental health care, a complicated character you could do multiple-paragraph analysis on. But whatever and however you think of them, here they are being . . . Silly and inhibited here. Maybe they feel so comfortable in your presence, knowing that you appreciate these characters and what they bring to the table and enjoy them as a couple, and your lack of judgement with that is icing on the cake. And maybe, just maybe, they like to have an audience.
"I think they'll want to see more than a nipple!"
Dutch decides to flash a nipple for the *third* time. Now he's showing you both of them. How "How about two nipples?"
Aren't you lucky?
"Oh, don't encourage him!" Hosea lets out a dramatic sigh. He attempts to cover Dutch up as if he thinks they are intruding upon you enough. Did you really want to see a man's nipple when you're trying to get some sleep? Dutch though, with differing opinions, squirms out of it, revealing the other nipple anda little more skin,too. He's just happy to flash you his other nipple, much to your amusement.
What a show!
"Since when are you such a prude, Old Girl?" Dutch teases; you find that nickname so charming. His eyes are sparking with mischief; you know life rarely gets dull for Hosea with Dutch in his life to keep him on his toes.
"I know that couldn't have started last Friday. I'm still recovering!"
Now you're intrigued. Just what went down last Friday?
Although truly no prude, Hosea is the more private of the two when it comes to their sex life. He won't shut down a conversation about sex and in fact enjoys discussing it -- this is a very sex positive married old couple -- but he likes to leave a little intrigue. Sex is only a part of this couple's relationship but it's the decadent dessert they await at the end of each week. Sex for them is fire rekindling, a display of affection, even after all these years. And maybe an excuse to put Dutch in his place.
"I can assure you that nothing out of the ordinary took place on Friday."
Dutch of course, won't leave that be. He's feeling very sassy and you have to admit, you played a part in that.
"Well I'm not so sure that using a riding crop and reins and bridle on me is our -- "
Time for makeout session number #2.
Hosea pins Dutch down onto the end of the bed, establishing dominance in one smooth move. Maybe even a little tongue was involved. You could almost imagine what he was like in his prime; this man is 55 years old.
And it's not even Friday.
You wake up sometime in the morning, feeling very warm and cozy;and the source source of that warmth was entirely Vandermatthews powered.
Hosea's face is nuzzled under the crook of your neck, curled up as to not take up too much of your space. You pull an arm around him in a gentle squeeze as he lightly snores, right in your ear. And Dutch? Sprawled out across the bed, and partially on you too, since you might as well just be another pillow on the bed, an extension of the mattress. And yet, you can't resist ruffling that hair and tickling that chin; he closes his eyes with a silly toothy grin.
And your dog? Curled up in their bed on the floor and judging their bedside manners, and hoping in their next lives, they come back as a squirrel.
Warnings & Tags: Explicit, Smut, Swearing, M/M/M/F, f!Reader, Plot? What Plot? DubCon, No Y/N, Minors DNI
Word Count: 2.8k
Summary: Dutch asks you to rob a homestead, unfortunately the loot isn’t what you expect.
A/N: I’m sorry I got horny and this happened. It is what it is.
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You’d been with the gang some weeks now, and not a day had gone past without the men trying to break you.
You weren’t even sure why they brought you into the fold, except for them to tease you with dead end goose chases or some impossible challenge even they couldn’t complete.
One day after the other, you were just as keen as the last to prove yourself fit for the gang. And just when you thought you were on a job to prove yourself, it turned out to be another waste of time.
‘Miss,’ Dutch called, beckoning you to his tent, the dramatic classical music playing softly in the background and he puffed on his fat cigar.
You marched over, as your boots crunched over the leaves.
He leaned back in his chair, hands folded behind him, watching your every move. You could feel his eyes boring into you. His face was impassive but his gaze held you in place. You stared back at him, throwing your hands in the air.
'What is it now, Dutch?'
'It'd pay you to show some more respect around here, Miss.'
You pursed your lips taking in a deep breath. 'I'll try my best,' you said coolly.
He nodded slowly. 'Good girl. Now I have a job for you.'
You arched an eyebrow. 'Another one? I'm getting tired of these endless jobs that don't go anywhere.'
'This one will be different.' He took off his hat and placed it on the table. His hair was disheveled, falling over his forehead and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. 'It's a homestead in south Leymone, not far from Braithwaite Manor.'
'Am I supposed to find anything there or will it be like the last one?'
Dutch laughed, a low and filled with danger. You really were beginning to think that perhaps this gang wasn't the right fit for you. But then again if you didn't want to join them maybe you shouldn't have come along with them in the first place.
'I expect there to be the usual wares. Jewellery... Cash,' Dutch waved his hand dismissively. He reached to the inside of his waistcoat, pulling out a silver pocket watch. 'If you leave now, you might make it for sundown.'
'Is that all?' You asked surprised. You felt like you should have been doing something more than stealing jewellery and money.
'That's enough for now,' Dutch said looking at you intently. 'Now gear up and let me see what you can do.'
You did as he instructed, quickly putting on your hat and grabbing your gun belt from where it hung in your tent. As you walked towards your horse, Arthur stepped in front of you, blocking the path between you and your mount.
'Finally got a job, I hear.' Arthur said, his smug smile plastered all across his face. Since being within the gang, Arthur had barely said more than four words to you, usually opting for silence and grumbles.
'Get out of my way,' you sighed, already exhausted with the men of the gang.
'Not until we talk about how you're going to repay us for saving you from those bandits.'
'You saved me? That's news to me.'
'You know we did,' Arthur snorted, placing his large hand on your shoulder and leading you towards your horse.
'Arthur, if you've got any issues, take it up with Dutch, okay?' You said, your voice tight as you shook his hand from you.
'Oh I will,' he said with a smirk, tugging at the brim of his hat as you hoisted yourself onto your horse.
You rode away without another word, wanting nothing more than to get out of there. You were sick of their constant teasing and taunting and wanted to be left alone. You didn't care much for Arthur but at least he was easy to deal with compared to the others.
You rode hard, reaching the homestead just before sundown. The sky turned to a bright orange hue, bathing the trees in a golden light as the birds began to sing their evening song.
Hitching your horse and throwing a sack over your shoulder, you checked your revolver and opened the barrel to see six rounds nestled in the metal. You flicked the gun with your wrist, closing it back up and you made your way to the house.
One by one, you checked the windows to make sure the house was empty. You heard nothing and saw even less, as you rattled the back doorknob and pushed it open.
You raised your gun and you pulled up your bandana over your nose and mouth, your skin prickling with excitement. Finally, a job where you could show your worth to the gang.
You checked the drawers, every cupboard you could see and a pair of pearl earrings and a wad of cash later, you made your way from the back room into the hallway.
Just as you were about to open the door to the next room, you heard an unmistakable clatter.
Shit.
Walking slowly towards the room that the sound came from, you lightly put one foot in front of the other, as your hand gripped tighter around the gun.
You tried to listen through the wall but couldn't tell what was happening. Was someone still there? Or was it just some noise from outside?
You took a deep breath and held it in your chest as you slowly opened the door.
What you saw however, was the last thing you expected.
'Told ya she didn't know the shortcut,' Arthur said, sitting in a chair with his foot on his knee, rolling a cigarette between his fingers.
John was sitting beside him, with a wide smile.
'I'm surprised she made it at all,' he said
'What the fuck is going on?' You said, searching both of their faces as you pulled down your bandana. 'What's this all about?' Your voice rose as your heart began to speed up in your chest.
They said nothing, as they stared at you with boyish grins on their face.
'I don't have time for this,' you said, turning away from them.
'Don't worry about her,' Arthur called after you. 'She'll come round.'
'You can say that again,' John laughed.
You stopped in your tracks, your temper rising.
'I can't believe you've done this again! Why can't you just give me a job and leave me be?' You waved your gun at them, in half your mind to shoot them where they sat. They both laughed, clearly not as threatened as you'd thought they'd be. Although if you were expecting anything from either of them by now you were mistaken.
'We're sorry darlin' we didn't mean to scare ya,' Arthur said, standing up and putting his hat back on. 'But you know how it is with us.' He smiled down at you.
'Yeah, I do. You're real shits you know that.' You said, folding your arms across your chest. 'Wait until Dutch here's of this.'
The men looked at each other smiling as you heard a laugh from behind you. Spinning round you nearly collided with Dutch as he towered over you, his black mustache twitching.
'Who's ideal do you think it was?' He said and you slowly took a step back. 'Now, missy. I've had a word with these two and they both agree. You're attitude is...'
Dutch licked his lips hungrily, staring down at you as your chest became tighter.
'Unwelcomed.' He said, his face turning to a near snarl.
You didn't know what was happening, but you didn't like it. You felt uneasy and you wanted to get out of there but you knew that would only make things worse for yourself. So instead you remained quiet, staring at Dutch.
'You need to learn your place,' Dutch growled, stepping closer to you.
You could feel his hot breath against your neck as he whispered, 'You belong to us now.'
You swallowed hard as he grabbed hold of your hair, pulling you off balance. He turned you around to face both John and Arthur, who looked at each other with excitement.
You tried to struggle from Dutch's grasp but his fingers just dug further into your scalp.
'Now we won't hurt,' Dutch said into your ear as he marched you towards the table, 'as long as you behave.'
You were scared, but not as scared as you should have been. You would have been lying if you said you weren't excited at the thought. You'd thought about the men before, although not at the same time, in the late hours when your hand would drift lower to pleasure yourself.
You didn't want to admit it but even then you were curious about the way they treated you. The way they talked to you and the way they acted around you.
Dutch let go of your hair as the back of your thighs met the edge of the table as all three men stood around you. You could feel your cheeks burning red as their eyes roamed over your body like a pack of wolves.
Arthur stepped forward and lifted you up onto the table, placing himself between your legs. He pressed his hands against your breasts, kneading them roughly.
'Now boys, take good care of her,' Dutch ordered as he pulled out a half-smoked cigar, lighting the thick end.
'Get her ready for me,' he nodded, pulling a chair away from the table and sitting down to watch the show.
You swallowed hard, as Arthur's large, rough hands worked over your body as he made his way to your shirt buttons.
'Make sure you share, Arthur,' Dutch said, leaning back as Arthur started to unbutton you.
John joined him, kissing your neck and running his tongue along your skin. You moaned at the sensation as the two pairs of hands continued to roam over you. Your cunt was throbbing, as you ran your leg up Arthur's side, whilst John continued to kiss you.
Helping Arthur shrug off your shirt, the cool breeze hit your nipples as he took one of them between his thumb and index finger, giving it a pinch.
'You like it rough girl?' He growled as you whimpered, all words caught in your throat. All you could give him was a weak nod as he applied more pressure on your nipple as your wetness grew.
'Good,' he grunted, squeezing harder on your breast. 'This is going to be fun.'
He released your breast as both he and John began to work at your trousers, unbuckling you and pulling the jeans and your boots from you as you sat on the edge of the table completely naked.
Arthur pushed you back onto the table and kissed you roughly, pushing his tongue inside your mouth as you kissed him back, feeling John's hands run over your thighs and towards your sopping wet heat.
You gasped as you felt a finger slip inside you, making you buck your hips as Arthur continued to work his tongue in your mouth.
'She's already wet, Dutch' John said, pumping his fingers into you, stretching you out as you moaned into Arthur's mouth.
Arthur pulled away from you, his lips glistening with your saliva as John continued to bury his fingers in you, curling them around deep inside of you. You continued to moan, and rock your hips.
'Think I'm gonna use that mouth some more,' Arthur growled, as he began to undo his belt.
You looked up at him with mewls falling from your lips as he pulled out his thick cock. Giving it a few pumps, he grabbed the top of your hair, and pulled your head onto his cock, and shoved it into your mouth.
You sucked hard, taking it deep as you tried to swallow it. You gagged and choked as you tried to keep up, as the other two began to laugh.
'You're going to have to learn to take it all,' Arthur grunted, as he pulled your head away giving you a second to breathe.
'I'm sure she will,' Dutch said from the chair, watching you intently.
'Open up, darlin', and try and take the whole thing,' Arthur said as you forced yourself harder onto John's fingers, the coil already beginning to tighten in your lower stomach.
You nodded, opening your mouth as Arthur shoved his cock back into your mouth with no mercy. Using his grip on you, he moved your head roughly onto him and you tried your best to breathe as your throat became fuller and fuller.
'Come on, girl,' Arthur grunted, 'take it all.'
You tried your hardest, but you couldn't. You could feel his balls tighten and his cock swell as he continued to thrust into your mouth.
You gagged and spluttered, but he didn't stop. You kept your mouth open as he used you, whilst John pushed another finger into you. Moaning onto Arthur's cock, you felt your own orgasm building.
You were desperate for release; you needed it badly. His cock was too big for your mouth, and it wouldn't stay still. It seemed determined to stretch you to breaking point. As he pounded your mouth mercilessly, his breathing picked up as his grip got tighter on your head.
You felt John remove his fingers from you, as you looked down, he pulled his cock from his trousers and shoved the thick head into your dripping cunt.
You moaned again, both your holes filled as the men ravaged you. You felt your toes curl as you arched your back, your cunt growing tighter around John's cock as he thumbed at your clit.
It was almost too much as a wave of pleasure crashed over you as you screamed onto Arthur's cock whilst John fucked you harder. You came quickly as your orgasm ripped through your body leaving you weak.
Arthur withdrew his cock from your mouth and grabbed hold of your hair, forcing you up onto your feet as you felt your legs struggling to hold you up.
'Think she's having a good time, Dutch' Arthur mused as you panted, desperate for air as the bliss tingled over your skin.
'It does appear that way,' Dutch said, nodding as he stood. You could see John stoking himself as Arthur grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you on top of him onto the table.
'I wanna see you how tight you are,' he said, his hands digging so hard into your hips you know they'd leave bruises for days.
He speared his cock into you as you mewled again, your eyes scrunched tight as Arthur fucked himself into you. You felt John's thumb circling your asshole, as he spat onto you letting the liquid drip down.
'Please,' you whined, as you felt the head of John's cock push into your other hole, the pain and pleasure melding into one.
You were full, stuffed and revelling in ecstasy as the two men fucked you.
'I can't last much longer,' John groaned, pressing his hands against your hips and rocking his hips forward as you cried out loudly.
'Don't let me interrupt you gentleman,' Dutch said, making his way over to the table removing his hat as he removed his belt.
'Why don't you come see how a real man tastes,' Dutch chuckled, stepping out of his trousers and wrapping his hand around his hard cock.
You wasted no time in obliging, wrapping your lips around him and now every single one of your holes were filled. Dutch pumped himself faster into your mouth while his hands played with your breast.
He leaned in close and whispered, 'good girl,' as he slapped your cheek.
You felt his hot cum splash across your tongue and into your mouth as you gulped it down greedily. You could hear him panting above you, as he pulled you from his cock. You felt John thrust faster into your ass, bruising you further as he grunted, his cum filling you and spilling out, dripping down onto your cunt.
Arthur wasn't far behind, as you continued to bob on his cock, the last drops of cum dripping down your chin as Dutch wiped his brow.
John pulled himself from you as you now felt empty, except for Arthur who continued to pummel you hard. The familiar feeling rose again, as you ground your hips into Arthur, as the slaps continued to fill the room.
Another orgasm erupted, as you screamed into the air, the pleasure almost unbearable as Arthur, unrelentingly chased his own as you were filled up one last time.
Arthur stopped, holding himself deep within you as you collapsed onto the table next to him panting. You rolled onto your side, looking at the mess you made and seeing the satisfied smile on each of their faces.
Covered in cum and sweat, the men dressed as you lay there on the table, legs shaking and the pain of having three men inside of you started to settle in.
'That was certainly an experience,' John smiled, picking up his clothes from the floor.
'I certainly think Miss here will behave herself from now on.' Dutch said, as the three men left the homestead leaving you there naked and beyond content.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde
Characters: Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde, Reader
Additional Tags: vandermatthews, BAMF Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde Has a Plan, Old Married Couple, Grumpy Old Men, Nipples, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Tags Are Fun, Old man yaoi, Video Game: Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018), Hosea Matthews Lives, Dutch van der Linde Lives, Kissing, old men making out in front of you, Gender-neutral Reader, Dutch van der Linde likes flashing his nipples apparently, Morning Cuddles, Cute, Silly, Sexy Times, Sexy, Making Out, old men making out in front of you on your bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff
Summary:
You awake one morning to find two old men have broken into your house, kicked your dog off the bed and now you can't take your eyes off the old man yaoi action happening before your eyes. Fair warning, Zuckerberg; nipples get exposed here.
You were Dutch’s girl. He made that clear. Each job seemed to wear on him as every success and failure made him more reckless as his need for power grew. But for however reckless Dutch was, you were more so, as you found yourself in the arms of another. The loyalty both you and Arthur swore to Dutch was shattered as the fire of your own making consumed you both. The promise of that happy ending was now in tatters and you knew that it would not be long before your actions would begin to have consequences.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Strong Language, Minors DNI
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 don’t care if I spam the hell out of your dash, I am REELING at writing this. So here’s a little teaser from the first installment.
Posting Date: w/e 07/05/2023
Series Summary
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 filling 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 whispers 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 hated 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.
