crimson-shade

[crimson-shade]

"Mouthy Little Thing"

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setting: ⊱ horseshoe overlook, late evening

tags 🏷️: ⊱ NSFW/18+ | Powerplay, Size Kink, Choking, Rough Sex (Doggy), Brat Taming

wc 🖋️: ⊱ 771

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a/n: the dividers are NOT mine i give full creds to all designers

You were mouthy. Dutch had said it more than once—usually with a forced smile and clenched jaw, eyes burning behind that charming veneer he wore like armor. Tonight, though, you pushed him too far.

“You know,” you drawled, lounging by the fire as he passed by, “for a man who talks so much, you sure don’t do much.

The laughter that followed—Bill’s grunted chuckle, Javier’s smirk—fanned the flame.

Dutch stopped. Slowly. Deliberately. He turned, the firelight painting golden slashes across his face, jaw tight.

“You always this eager to see what I can do, sweetheart?” His voice was a purr, but there was heat coiled under it.

You shrugged, cocky. “I ain’t seen much worth remembering.”

That did it.

Later—much later—you found yourself pinned up against a tree not far from camp, bark digging into your back, skirt rucked high, wrists trapped in one of Dutch’s large hands above your head. He’d barely said a word after dragging you out here, save for a low, threatening “Keep running that mouth, I dare you.”

You had, of course.

And now?

Now your cheek was flushed against the rough wood, his chest hot against your back, his free hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

“I warned you,” he growled, voice thick and dark. “Didn’t I?”

“Guess you’ll have to shut me up then,” you spat, still daring, still bratting, even as your thighs trembled with anticipation.

“Oh, I’ll shut you up.”

His cock pressed thick and hot against your dripping cunt, teasing. He made you feel small—his body dwarfing yours, voice dropping low in your ear.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging the head of his cock through your folds, not giving you what you begged for yet. “Mouthy little thing. Thought you could handle a man like me?

“Maybe I can,” you hissed. “Maybe you’re all talk, Dutch.”

The slap to your ass was sharp and sudden. Your knees buckled, but his hand under your stomach held you firm.

“Keep testing me.”

And then—finally—he pushed in. All of him. Thick, stretching you deep, and you gasped, arching, a broken moan spilling past your lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, teeth gritted, hips pressed flush to your ass. “You feel that? This what you wanted when you ran your little mouth in front of camp?”

You couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. He was so big, and he didn’t give you time to adjust—pulling back and slamming in again with a vicious rhythm that made your eyes roll back.

Your fingers scrabbled at the tree bark. His hand slid from your wrists to your throat, strong and possessive, holding—not squeezing, not yet—but the promise was there.

“You gonna behave now?” he hissed against your ear, rutting into you harder. “Gonna stop acting like a little brat?”

“N-no,” you whimpered, choking on a broken moan. “F-fuck you.”

His hand tightened just enough to make your head swim.

“That’s not how you ask, darlin’.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice even as he fucked you rough, deeper and deeper, driving into that sweet spot until your legs shook and your pride cracked.

“Dutch,” you gasped. “Please—please—”

“That’s better.”

He didn’t slow. If anything, he got meaner. He gripped your hips tighter, drove into you harder, snarled filth in your ear as your cunt clenched around him, dripping down your thighs.

“You were made for this,” he growled, breath ragged. “This mouth, this pussy—always talkin’ back, always wet for me.”

When you came, it hit like a lightning strike—full body, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent cry as you clenched around him hard. Dutch cursed, buried deep, spilling inside you with a groan and a final thrust that left you trembling.

He didn’t let go of your throat right away. Just held you there, panting against your back, his voice low and rough.

“You want to keep misbehaving, I’ll be happy to remind you who’s in charge.”

You laughed, breathless.

“Guess I’ll keep misbehaving then.”

[crimson-shade]

tags 🏷️: fluff, dutch van der linde x f!reader, pet names, mention of gun

wc 💬: ⊱ 832

A/N: these are NOT my dividers btw <3

"Under the Moonlight"

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The night is calm, the crackle of the fire the only sound in the quiet air. The rest of the gang has settled in, but Dutch seems restless. He’s always been a man of action, but tonight something is different. You’ve noticed it too — the tension that lingers between you both.

The stars above cast a soft glow, and the world feels both distant and too close. Dutch has been quieter than usual, and you can feel the weight of the unspoken words hanging between you.

You sit near the fire, cleaning your gun, your fingers moving absentmindedly over the metal. The crackling flames make the shadows dance across the campsite, but all you can focus on is the presence of Dutch — his tall figure, his posture, that commanding yet seductive air he always carries with him. You can feel him watching you.

“Sugar’,” his voice comes through the quiet, smooth and low, laced with a mix of weariness and warmth. “You don’t need to do that alone, you know.”

You look up, meeting his gaze. There’s something in his eyes tonight — an intensity you haven’t seen before, like he’s searching for something, or maybe someone. His lips curl into that signature, knowing smile, but there’s no mischief behind it this time. Just a soft, vulnerable honesty.

“I’m used to it,” you reply, trying to keep the tension light, but your heart picks up its pace, betraying you.

Dutch chuckles softly, stepping closer, his boots making little sound on the ground. “Used to it, huh? You sure? I reckon you’ve been carryin’ a lot of weight on those shoulders, my dear.”

The firelight catches the sharp angles of his face as he crouches down beside you. He watches you closely, his eyes never leaving yours as if trying to read every thought, every emotion you’re trying to hide. Dutch leans in just a little, close enough for you to feel his warmth, his presence drawing you in like a magnet.

“I’ve seen the way you carry yourself,” he continues, his voice a smooth drawl. “A woman like you… You don’t just fight the world, you take it all on yourself. Don’t you think that gets exhausting?

You swallow hard, his words hitting a little too close to home. There’s a quiet vulnerability in his voice, a sincerity that makes your chest tighten.

“You’re right,” you admit softly. “But it’s all I’ve known.”

Dutch’s gaze softens, and he gently places a hand on your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. There’s no force behind it, only the comfort of a man who’s seen more pain than he’s willing to admit.

“Well, darlin’, maybe it’s time you let someone else help you with that load. Just for a moment.” His hand slides down your arm, fingertips brushing your skin. His tone is low, inviting, but still full of that Dutch bravado. “I’ve spent too long tryin’ to hold it all together for the gang… for us. But you—” He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. “—you deserve more than this world can give you.”

You meet his gaze again, this time without the usual walls. There’s something raw in his eyes, something desperate — a man who’s lost his way, but still fighting for something, maybe even for you.

He takes a step closer, so close now that his chest is nearly brushing against yours. “I’m not a perfect man, sweetie, but I’ll be damned if I let you carry this world on your own. If you’ll let me… I’d carry it for you.”

His words hang in the air between you, like a promise, a plea — and something else, something deeper. Dutch’s fingers gently cup your chin, lifting your face to meet his. The heat from the fire only amplifies the heat between you two, the connection undeniable, magnetic.

“My dear,” he whispers, voice rough, laced with something that makes your pulse quicken. “You don’t need to be alone. Not with me.”

You lean in closer, the distance between you gone in a heartbeat. His lips hover just above yours, his breath mingling with yours. He doesn’t rush it, though, not like he used to when he was trying to command attention. No, tonight he’s something else — a man who has bared his soul and is now waiting for you to step forward.

“Dutch,” you whisper his name, and his heart skips a beat. In his eyes, you see both the fierce leader and the man who’s yearning for something real, something more than the chaos that surrounds him.

Without another word, Dutch finally closes the gap between you two, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s slow, tender, almost reverent. His hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you gently but firmly, as if afraid to break the fragile connection. The kiss deepens, soft yet demanding, and you feel the weight of the world lift — just for a moment.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and you both breathe heavily, as if the air itself had changed.

“See, sweetheart’,” he murmurs with a crooked grin, his thumb gently brushing your lips. “I knew you needed a break.”

You chuckle softly, your heart racing. “Maybe I did.”

His eyes twinkle, full of warmth and something else — an unspoken promise that, despite everything, he’ll always be there to catch you when you fall.

As the fire continues to burn, the world outside fades. It’s just you and Dutch now, a fleeting moment of peace amidst the chaos. Whatever comes next, you know that, for tonight, you’re not alone. And neither is he.

[crimson-shade]

dutch van der linde — head-canons —

these are MY head-canons so i don't care if you disagree

not my dividers btw 💋 creds to all creators

modern au –

would've loved vapes so much

buys you things that he likes, only to wish to have it back

has a very strict hair and skin care routine

has nightlights everywhere because he can't see shit at night

takes up more than half of the bed when he sleeps, even in king beds

goes to victoria's secret with you so you wouldn't feel awkward, just to leave as soon as he enters the store

always smells like a mixture of cinnamon, whiskey, and a small hint of sweat

wears those black and red plaid pjs to bed

has a whiskey and bourbon cabinet

his hands are rougher than bark

cat person

has a box full of jewelry he rarely wears

he has a whole office dedicated to making plans (most likely to tahiti)

would've LOVED dr.pepper

takes pride in dolling you up

stays up all night reading books that he's read many, many times before

rarely calls you by your name. only uses pet names like doll, sweetheart, darling, and will unironically call you mommy..

into bdsm..

has a box full of gags and whips under his bed

enjoys having you lay over his lap to spank you, his thick rings leaving bruises on your rear the next day

smokes while you blow him

doesn't mind being dominated every once in a while..

picks out lingerie for you, just to completely ruin it later that night

eye contact is a must

will burn out his cigars on your skin and will flatten his tongue in the burn to soothe it

if you disrespect him, he'll handcuff you to his bed, acting like an officer disciplining a prisoner. but his hand cuffs look like this

if he gets jealous when you talk to another man, he'll simply walk over and leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck to show that you're his

he's definitely a sadist.

says it hot when you squirt

runs his fingers through your slit and licks the combination of both of your release clean off of his calloused fingers

surprisingly good at aftercare - will clean you up with a warm, wet rag

[crimson-shade]

doodles from today !! 🎀

the man you are, dutch van der linde 😻

[crimson-shade]

welcome to my blog ! 🎀

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this blog is a secret!! – but this blog is mostly going to be about rdr2; such as art, writing of any kind, random posts about my life, and just random things about rdr2 because i love, love, love it!

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pedophilia

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i'm most definitely above 18 btw 😼

- mbti : enfj-t (protagonist)

- capricorn ♑️

- she / her

-bi

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my favs rn ::

dutch van der linde

jeffrey dean morgan

timothy olyphant

rick grimes

main fandoms !

rdr2 (ofc)

hello kitty

jjk

dexter

marvel

probably others tbh - just ask!!

fav characters !

– rdr —

dutch

john

molly

kieran

arthur

abigail

sean

– hello kitty —

badtz-maru

hello kitty herself

my sweet piano

chococat

gudetama

jjk —

yuji + sakuna

toji

gojo

nanami

choso

megumi

dexter —

dexter himself

biney (i miss you come back)

doakes

masuka

angel

marvel —

wolverine / logan

steve rogers

loki + thor

tony

bucky

rocket + drax (gotg)