All SFW. These are all said to Molly, but I think he can say a few to Mary-Beth.
Unfortunately, I don’t know if any could be considered MLM or gender neutral, but that’d be up to you all.
A/N: Here's Part 1, I recommend reading it for this to make more sense. This part turned out dirtier than I initially intended, sorry not sorry. Reader's thoughts are in italics. Please excuse any mistakes.
Word count: 1,8k
Warnings: nsfw, a bunch of smut, with feels.
Summary: After a successful job, Dutch and reader finally have some one-on-one time...
Story under the cut!
He didn't toss you on the bedroll as you might have expected or might have deserved, rather just carefully rolled you off him.
"Okay, I'm done, I promise. I won't say another word." You say as you position yourself upright, sitting down on a gray blanket.
"Is that so?" Dutch says "as a matter of factly". You watch him on his knees at the entrance of the tent. He removed his hat and put it on top of your newly acquired bounty. You can only see shadows sliding over his face as he moves, the small fire outside only producing enough light for you to pick up on his movements and small habits. Like smoothing down the hair on top of his head once the hat is gone. Moments later, his gun belt joins the pile, the ivory-colored grips standing out in the dark.
Without asking, he pulls off your boots, one by one.
"We don't want you to be uncomfortable, do we?" he asks.
"Uncomfortable for what?" You smirk.
"Nothing you don't want, dear..." His rough palms reach your calves. You look up and sigh in enjoyment as he squeezes the muscle underneath.
"Does that feel good?"
"You have no idea just how much..."
"After..." He starts rubbing up and down. He lets one of your legs go and lifts the other one slightly up, before he starts massaging the underside of your knee. "...such a bumpy ride, it should." His voice smooth like honey.
You just nod your head in affirmation.
"What about this?" He grabs a nice handful of your thigh. You close your eyes at the feeling of his skillful hands on you.
"Even better." You breathe out.
He keeps spreading the warmth of his hands all over your lower body. You think about how cold your feet are as you rest one of them on his leg. He'll get to them eventually. you think to yourself, a smirk not leaving your face.
"Think we might do even better with your pants off?" He raises an eyebrow at you, a playful smile pulling on his lips.
You look at him in shock.
"Dutch van der Linde!" Your mouth hangs open. "Shame on you!" You point your finger at him before you grab the top button of your pants and push it open.
"You. Dirty." One more button. "Old..." You concentrate on the last button. " ...bastard." You plop back down on the blanket as you pull your pants completely off.
"We must definitely give it a go and try!". In an attempt of seduction, you spread your legs in front of him and wait for his move.
You once again, stun him with your enthusiasm, as he bursts out laughing.
"If you weren't in this, mighty fine, gang of outlaws, I'm sure any theatre in the world would be happy to have you."
"Yeah?"
He gradually starts getting closer, almost crawling towards you.
"Yes." he says right above your lips before he leaves you hanging and sits down behind you.
"What are you doing?" You relax back into his arms as he hugs you from behind. He rolls down your shirt off your shoulder, leaving small kisses on his way to your neck. The biting kisses over your bare skin leave you breathless. You entangle your fingers in his curls, pulling him in. His other hand moves from your waist to the edge of your panties. The tip of his middle finger slightly raising the fabric.
"Can I touch you?" he breathes in your ear.
"Yes, please."
He slowly pushes his hand inside, you pull your knees up as he reaches your most intimate area.
"My my, what do we have here?"
Smiling as you feel slightly embarrassed, you place your hand over his.
"It's okay darling..." He kisses the side of your face as you cup his cheek, feeling the slight stubble on his jaw. "I see you've been thinking about this for a while, didn't ya?"
"Mhm."
He stripped you of your boldness, you are under his mercy now.
"How do you like it, sweetheart? Show me."
He reaches for your hand, placing it on your clit as he pulls your panties off and tosses them on that same pile. They almost comically land on top of his hat.
You don't touch yourself but just wait for him. He resumes the position of his hand, but lower this time, his fingertips sliding over your soaking entrance.
"How about I help you..." he pushes one finger slowly inside, it smoothly goes way past his knuckle, which judging by his hitched breath, he clearly appreciates. He immediately adds one more on the next push.
The pleasant intrusion was all you needed to get rid of your shame. You start to move your fingers in a circular motion, biting your lip as you moan his name.
"That's it..." His lips close over yours in a messy exchange. "My dirty girl..." His other hand cups your breast, kneading at the soft flesh, the cold metal of his rings delightfully grazing over your nipple. He picks up the pace, which elicits more whimpers from you.
"I can't hold it anymore." You cry out.
"Then don't." He pushes his fingers deep inside and holds them there as your walls start spasming around them. He kisses you deeply, sucking on your tongue as you finally reach your high. He holds you as your body goes rigid in pleasure.
"Oh fuck." You breathe out and every muscle in your body turns into jelly. Exhausted, you close your eyes and relax in his embrace.
You hear him smack his lips before you realize that he just tasted you of his fingers.
He catches you looking at him. "I'm sorry. Was that too inappropriate?" he grins as he teases you.
"You bastard..."
He lays down on his side and you join him. Peacefully closing your eyes.
...
"Dutch?"
"Mhm?" He just nuzzles into your ear.
"That was nice." You say, with a shit-eating grin on your face.
"Nice?... You didn't seem like it was just "nice"..." He says directly in your ear and you giggle.
"I'll show you nice..." he playfully states before his teeth close over your earlobe and his hand goes around your waist.
"Ah, don't do that. I'm already spent." You reach out to caress his cheek and bring him closer.
"Bite?" He breaths out.
"I meant talk. Like that, I mean..." You caress him once again. "I like your voice Dutchie...it gets me..." You laugh a bit at yourself. "...all riled up."
"Yeah?" His tone immediately changes. To that menacing pitch that gets you every time.
"Okay, now you are doing it on purpose."
"I'm not doing anything." His grip on your waist tightens.
"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" His hand goes to cup your pussy and you gasp as he starts rubbing small circles at your clit.
His other hand travels up your neck until it closes over your mouth.
"Of course you do." He slips two of his fingers past your lips. "You like it when I let you suck on my fingers while I fuck you. Ain't that right?"
You nod again as you feel something warm and hard poking your thigh. You open your legs further apart and he movies his hand from your crotch to hold your leg below the knee.
"So wiling...one might think you do this with everyone."
He lets go of your leg and you just leave it hanging in the air as he quickly unbuttons his pants, and pushes them just low enough on his thighs to get himself out.
He guides the tip of his cock to your entrance. Proding at it slowly. He resumes back to supporting your leg as he lets his hips do all of the work. Slowly going deeper inside you with every thrust.
His lips slightly part as he slips fully inside.
"You are drooling all over my hand sweetheart." He traces his fingertips a few times over your tongue. "You are mine from now on, only mine..."
You lightly bite down on his fingers.
"You be good now or else..."
"Or else what?" You barely make out the words.
He chuckles as he punishes you with a few rough thrusts.
He pulls his wet fingers from your mouth and slides them over your stomach, further down, to the small bundle of nerves.
You just whimper, still sensitive from before.
He moves his head closer, leaving small kisses on your temple as he speaks lowly. His lips touch your skin with every word.
"Are you enjoying yourself? Tell me." While whispering in your ear his voice got even lower.
"Yes, Dutch."
Turing your head to the side, at a slightly painful angle, his lips meet yours once again.
After a while of sloppy kisses, he pulls away, panting, you feel his cock throbbing.
"Forgive me, sweetheart, just this one time, but I can't last for much longer." He collects some of your slickness and with his skilled fingers helps you reach your climax, for the second time this evening.
It hits you stronger than before. Pushing his hand away, you swear you only saw darkness in front of your eyes. His face melted into a mix of stars and swirls. He was saying something but you couldn't hear it, you could only feel the warm buzz spreading through your whole body.
Dutch finishes himself off and lays flat on his back. Breathing heavily. Arms above his head. Like a man defeated.
You sit up, catching your breath, coming back to your senses, taking in where you are. In the middle of the plains. Covered in all kinds of bodily fluids. You would be laughing if you weren't so exhausted.
You avert your gaze, feeling too exposed all of a sudden. You hope he doesn't notice it because you don't regret it, not one moment of it, but he does see it, almost immediately.
"What's wrong? Did I.." He asks quietly, sitting up, searching for your eyes.
"No, no, it's not you. It was perfect, more than perfect... I just...feel..." You search for the right word but nothing comes up.
"Naked?" He chuckles, looking at the lower half of his body. "Me too, dear. Me too..."
You look down at him too. He's still hard. His skin is all shiny from sweat. His spent pooling in the crook of his thigh, a dribble of it running down his leg.
"Maybe next time we should go to a saloon first?"
It makes you smile how he carefully fixes a loose curl back behind his ear. If there was one thing that you found absolutely irresistible about him, it was his hair, it suited him so well.
"I think we should."
You reach out to touch his cheek. Run the knuckles of your hand over the side of his face until you reach his stubble. You stop to admire his deep smile lines.
"Beautiful." your fingertips go over his bottom lip, chin, and neck.
A/N: I decided to divide this fic in two parts, the second one (not yet posted) being nsfw. This one can be read as gn!reader too, however, the word "miss" is used in the beginning. Please excuse any mistakes. Reader's thoughts in italics.
Word count: 2,1k
Warnings: The biggest warning in this is definitely the lame jokes, everything else is just fluff, and some swearing, and a brief age gap discussion.
Summary: Reader was planing to go on a job alone, however, Dutch decided to come along.
Story under the cut!
"No, thank you, Mr. Pearson! I won't be having supper here tonight. See you tomorrow!" You dismiss Pearson for the second time in the last hour as he once again asks you to grab a bowl of today's stew. You hurry up to stick to your plan to ride out before the dark.
Dutch hears you saying goodbye as you pass in front of his tent. He usually doesn't pay attention to everyone's comings and goings but your enthusiasm sparks his curiosity.
"And where might you be going, miss?"
He rises from his seat and with a cigar still in hand, carelessly starts walking over to you.
"Oh, I have a good friend." You wink at him. "That told me all about a stagecoach passing through Valentine tonight. Thinking that traveling with a safe full of money is safer at night." You chuckle a little. Idiots.
Dutch just hums in satisfaction as he puffs out a cloud of smoke.
"Sounds like a good lead." He nods his head in approval. "Guards?"
"Suppose a few." You tighten your saddlebags, straighten out your jacket, and climb on your horse.
Dutch turns and looks around as if he's waiting for someone.
"Who's going to accompany you?"
"Nobody. I want to do this quietly, so Micah and Sean are out. Arthur has been gone for days, and I think you sent Charles to look for him. Others are already on jobs of their own."
"Then I'm going with you." Dutch smiles and lightly pats your leg as he flicks the cigar away. He smoothens out his moustache with his thumb and you try not to follow it with your eyes. You watch him as he goes around to get the Count.
"Is that really a good idea?" You pause and think for a moment. "With all the Pinkertons on our tail, I mean."
"You ain't going alone, and this sounds too good to pass." He mounts up, the white Arabian looking as small as always under him.
Your cheeks are a slight shade of pink now. He doesn't want to let you go alone? You would protest and moan if he set up any of the other boys to go with you, but now, you don't mind it as much. In fact, you are excited. Dutch usually only participated in big jobs, so being with him one on one like this made you a bit nervous. But you decide to make the best out of it. Surely, having Dutch only for yourself has some benefits, the man has been on your mind for quite a while now. You hope this will be the perfect opportunity for you to prove yourself to him.
"And to be honest, I miss the action. I've been cooped up here for far too long." He sighs in relief.
"Okay then, I won't stop you. Follow me." You raise your hands up in fake defeat. You are going to enjoy this, watching him work is surely going to be interesting.
You both ride out. The sun is just about to set over Horseshoe Overlook. The air is fresh and there's a cold breeze. Instead of thinking about the job, your mind is set on analyzing how close Dutch is to you, and how sweaty your palms are all of the sudden. You slump in the saddle. Just act natural. Dutch moves next to you, one hand resting on his thigh while he holds the reins with the other. This must be like a stroll in the park for him.
"So who's our prey?" The familiar tone of his voice pulls you back to reality. You relax your shoulders and try to sound casual.
"A coach transferring a significant amount of cash from Strawberry to the Heartland Oil Fields. It's just that my contact found out about it too late and they are already near Valentine."
"That sure is going to be a tight spot... We are gonna have to be smart." He looks in the distance.
"I'm sure we can take down two guards... Or distract them, and blow 'em up." You shoot a questioning glance in his direction.
He thinks about it but then frowns. "Too much noise. We are gonna have to do it the old-fashioned way."
You hold his gaze and nod.
You ride in silence to the road connecting Valentine and the Oil Fields. It's dark and the wind is making all kinds of sounds. Perfect. After checking out the spot, you both agree that its best if you let him handle this. Not without you watching his back, of course. You make your horse flee and decide to hide behind the nearest tree. With a rife in your hand, you turn to walk away.
"Don't make yourself known until I tell you."
"But what if..."
"I said, don't. " He cuts you off, sounding harsher than intended, he realizes that, and reassuringly rubs his hand over your shoulder. "You just wait for the signal. Okay?"
"Okay boss." You know he doesn't really like that word, and you swear you must have only heard Micah call him that from time to time.
He raises his eyebrows at you. "Don't call me that."
"Sure, boss." You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.
He stares at you, a smile playing on his lips before he just shakes his head and lightly pushes you away.
"You are all free men and women...free to..."
A sound of men talking and something big approaching cuts off his incoming speech. You jump in position and you both exchange one last glance in each other's direction before the coach arrives behind the corner.
You watch from the side as Dutch starts to weave his web.
"Gentlemen!" Dutch gets off his horse and waves his hands before the approaching coach. A big (innocent) smile on his face.
"What do you want?" One of the guards sitting on the front yells out loud, holding the rifle in his lap tightly. There's one on a horse behind the coach too. Fuck. You think to yourself. Your hand starts sweating again. You quickly wipe it on your pants and put your finger back next to the trigger.
"No need for such distress! I'm only humbly asking for your help." Dutch says smoothly, his hands still in the air. Though one is slowly going down to rest on his hip.
"Yeah? Then state your business buddy or get the fuck away."
Dutch chuckles at the man's foul mouth. "See, I got lost, and I'm sure you fine sirs wouldn't refuse to tell me which way to go..." he slightly pauses. You take aim at the guy on the horse.
"Which way you wanna go?"
Dutch slightly shakes his head before he raises his eyes at the driver once again. His smile turns more into a snarl.
"Strawberry!" He barks out.
In two quick moves, he shoots the guard on the front and the driver. You take down the man on the horse and he falls down with a thud. His horse runs away as Dutch waves you out. Pleasantly surprised that everything went smoothly you stand next to him. "Fucking hell. We got 'em."
"We sure did." Dutch smiles as he kicks some dirt over the closest dead guard on the ground.
The moment of triumph doesn't last for long as you hear some rustling coming from down the road.
"Let's move." He exclaims before the slams the stagecoach door open and grabs the safe. You take the lead as you turn right, into the empty wild within The Heartlands. You are both pretty sure the law won't be coming after you but still decide to make camp somewhere in the plains and wait it out. You reach a spot that seems secluded enough for you two to spend the night at.
After a short while of setting up your tent while Dutch busied himself with the fire, so you both can actually see how much money you have in possession, Dutch calls you over.
"What is that?"
You both crouch at the lockbox Dutch just got off his horse and tossed on the grass. A loud metal clank reaches your ears as it touches the ground. You stare at the big, "possibly filled with money" lockbox. However, there's a huge lock to accompany it. There's no way you were going to bust that with pure force or dynamite, unless you wanted to blow the contents of it too, or alert the whole town of your whereabouts.
"You have got to be kidding me. Who puts that thing on a lockbox? We are gonna have to mine this fucking thing!" You stand up in annoyance and place your hands on your hips.
"I guess we should have brought a hammer and a chisel. " You point at the thing once again.
"We'll just shoot it." he stands up.
"If the law ain't onto us already... you'll have to shoot it at least five times and I'll be damned if no one hears that and finds it suspicious. But sure, go ahead, boss." You tease him and look away. That word sure seems to bother him more than you thought so you decide to keep on using it, especially now.
You almost jump out of your skin when without any warning he pulls one of his revolvers out of its holster and shoots the lock clean off.
"Damn it! Dutch!" You curse at him as you move away.
"Dutch now, is it?" He chuckles lowly as he lifts the lid of the box with the tip of his shoe. It was filled to the brim, with nothing but stacks of dollar bills inside it.
"I'm gonna be fucking deaf tomorrow... " You take a step away from him, holding on to the side of your face which was the closest to the bang.
His brows furrow in confusion.
"What? You were far enough from it. I'm sure of it. Come here, let me see... " He reaches out to you, his voice thick with genuine concern. You decide to push it further.
"What? Did you say something?"
His face drops but he quickly composes himself.
"Stop joking around." and without saying anything else he pulls you to himself and moves your hand away. He inspects you for a moment, moves your hair out of the way too, and you swear he pulled your earlobe a tiny bit, very carefully.
You feel bad now, you didn't expect this kind of reaction.
"Dutch?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm okay. It's all good. I swear. " You pat his wrist to signal it's alright for him to let you go.
He's silent. He lowers his face down and you can feel his breath on the upper part of your neck. You hear him smack his lips, barely an inch away from your ear. Every muscle in your body stiffens.
"You. Are. Gonna pay for this."
You turn your head to look at him. His seemingly frustrated expression disappears almost immediately as he notices you hiding your smile from him.
He pulls you in, hesitates for a moment but finally places a gentle kiss on your lips. He slightly opens up his mouth to let your bottom lip between his before he pulls away. You surely didn't expect to receive the nicest, sweetest lip lock from a man like Dutch van der Linde. All of your senses are buzzing. You thought about this before, sure, but never thought it would actually happen.
He looks at you intensely, waiting for you to make your move, will you continue it or push him away? You cup his face before you kiss him back. He wraps his hands around you. One around your neck as the other one finds its way around your waist. You feel so small in his embrace, small and impossibly warm, with your hands splayed over his upper chest, feeling the silky black fabric of his waistcoat. He places his hand on your jaw before he speaks again.
"You are almost half my age, do you know that?"
"I do." You slightly tug on his collar. "And I don't care."
"Is that so?" He leaves a small peck on your forehead as he pulls you closer to rest your head on his shoulder. You could stay like this for hours. He kisses the top of your head, nuzzling into your hair.
"Shall we pick up all of this money then, and go occupy the tent?"
You push your face further into the fabric of his shirt. "Yes, boss."
The slightly annoyed sigh that just left his mouth makes you giggle.
You scream out of surprise when he suddenly picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. He crouches down to pick up the lockbox as he makes his way towards the tent. You were mad at first, but judging by the view of his bottom that you have now been introduced with... you could get used to this.
hi my name is dutch van der linde and i have long ebony black hair and a lot of people tell me I sound like evelyn miller (an: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). i’m an outlaw (in case you couldn’t tell) and i wear mostly black. i love hot topic and i buy all my clothes from there. for example today i was wearing a blood red vest and black pants, gold rings and black boots. i was walking outside blackwater. a lot of lawmen stared at me. i put up my middle finger at them.
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