Random Lemons

Arthur Morgan x Reader X Dutch Van Der Linde

(A/N: the picture above isn't mine. This was requested by a Discord friend. If this is cringe, I AM SORRY. Also, the beginning might be confusing, but I will be writing an actual fic for this)

It's been months since I joined the gang, back in Valentine. My feelings for Arthur and Dutch have only grown. Most nights, I'll be in my tent, touching myself to the thought of either one of them or both.

How do I tell the leader and his son that I have feelings for both of them?

"Hey (y/n), come here." Dutch's voices rang out, breaking me from my thoughts. Getting up, I walk over to the gang's leader.

"Yes, Dutch?" I ask innocently as if I haven't had sexual thoughts about this man. Dutch looks over as Arthur walks up.

"I need both of you to go find a new campsite. The Pinkertons have been getting a little close for comfort," the gang's leader ordered, I nodded my head in understanding.

"Consider it done," Arthur's voice rang out before both of us headed for the horses. We mounted the steeds and rode off away from camp so we could find a new one for the gang.

"Do you think we'll make it long enough to put Dutch's plan into action?" I ask the outlaw who was riding parallel to me. He only shrugged in response. We came up on a house that was 2 stories tall. 

"Let's investigate, this place would make a good camp" Arthur commented as we dismounted and cautiously approached the building. (I know I know not following the game story) Some people dressed like they were from the civil war era came out of the house and confronted us.

"This here is Lemoyne raider territory. I suggest you 2 get back on your horses and leave." One of the men snapped. A thick southern accent. I let out a very annoyed sigh and drew my double-barrel shotgun from my shoulder and instantly ducked into cover as bullets started flying.

~~~~~TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY DUTCH BEING THE MAN WITH A PLAN~~~~~

'Camp is now set up in this old plantation house me and Arthur cleared out, at least it's nice to have an actual roof over our heads, well those of us who are higher up in the ranks anyway.' I put my journal away and walked to Dutch's room to see if he had a mission for me.

"Hey, Dutch anything you need me to do?" I asked as I entered the room. Dutch was sitting on the bed looking down like something had happened. The leader of the gang looks at me with a foreign look.

"Not that I can think- You know what come here" Dutch suddenly changed what he was saying, he's never done that. I give a confused look before walking over to him.

"Dut- HEY" Dutch pulled me into his lap and started kissing my neck. I couldn't help the moans that left my mouth.

"D-Dutch" I whine and stutter out. He only moved his lips to mine to silence my noises. I kiss back not caring at that point, I have dreamed of this for a long time. My lips moved in sync with his.

His hands suddenly started to slowly remove my clothing, mine doing the same to him. My fingers explored his body once I got his vest and shirt off. Dutch let out a soft groan and let his hand explore my now exposed chest and stomach.

"Hey, Dutch" Arthur's voice was suddenly heard as he entered the room. "Wow, what the hell!" The outlaw breathed out looking at the gang leader and me. I hid my face in Dutch's shoulder while he looked at Arthur.

"What is it, son?" Dutch asked while his hands still lightly explored my body. Soft noises escaped my lips as this happened. There was no response from Arthur for maybe a minute or so.