Fandom Oneshot Requests And Writings

Dutch x Fem! Reader

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2
Category: fluff/ smut
Warnings: Cursing and smut
Requested by: @roxkstardevil

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   First Person POV:

   I slumped down in Dutches tent, trying to avoid the beating sun. Waving a fan in my face, though it seemed entirely ineffective, I watched Dutch walk over to me.

   He didn't look all to comfortable either, wearing nearly all black aside from the white sleeves of his undershirt that is. He huffed over to the shade of the tent and sat down on the cot beside me. "Morning, my dear," he kissed my forehead gently before reaching for a book. "Heat getting to ya?" I asked, I could see the sweat on his forehead which he rubbed away with his sleeve with a sigh. " 'fraid so. Almost makes me miss Colter...almost." He added that last word as if to remind himself that this place was still better. "What do you say I take you somewhere tonight? Forget about the heat," he asked out of the blue. I raised an eyebrow,"Go out? Where?" I tried to think of a place that was least likely to want to arrest Dutch, or myself for that matter, I wasn't exactly free of any crimes. "Somewhere small but nice, somewhere where we can forget about all the stress for just a night, you and me," I could see the gears turning in his head as he planned out the night. "Dinner, some drinks... a hotel," he gave me that smile, the one that ment he was planning something mischievous but I couldn't deny it was that same one that I fell in love with. "It certainly beat sweating to death out here," I agreed. The spot that we'd gotten set up in was nice, it had a beautiful over look of the valley below and was near a town called Valentine. Still, I did miss a real roof over our heads...and actual walls that didn't allow sound to pass through...

   I kissed him softly on the lips,"I'll be looking forward to it," I smiled as he stood. "Tonight then, at seven, darlin'," he walked out of the tent with his book, likely to sit on the outside under the small flap that extended outwards for shade.

   I made myself useful and helped a bit around camp. I knew Dutch played favorites a bit when it came to me but I wanted to ensure a strong relationship between me and the other girls. I helped Karen sew up some clothes for the boys and Tilly feed the chickens. Mary-beth even offered to help do my hair for tonight, she has always been very sweet to me.

   7 o'clock seemed to roll around in no time at all. I made sure my dress looked nice and gave myself a once over in the small mirror I kept in Dutches tent. I saw him approaching from the corner of my eye and turned to greet him with a smile and a kiss. The heat had died down a bit as the sun began to set. Dutch left Hosea in charge an I felt a smile creep at my lips when I heard him mention that we may not be back until morning. I mounted up on my horse and Dutch did the same with the Count. I never rode with him on the fact that the Count, staying true to his hateful self, didn't let anyone even touch him except Dutch. I didn't mind though, I had my (h/n), and they were the best horse I could even hope for.

   At first, the ride to Valentine was slow, filled with talk of the gang and what Dutch had in store. I noticed the Count pulling ahead a bit, thus I gently tapped the sides of my horse to go faster and pull a little ahead of him. Dutch took notice of this and did the same, it wasn't long before we were racing one another down the dirt roads towards Valentine. I barely made it the saloon before the white arabian and it's handsome rider came rearing up behind me and (h/n). I smiled and laughed as I dismounted. Dutch and I tied up our horses before he placed a passionate kiss to my lips. "I've missed this," I hummed as he took my hand and led me toward the Saloons entrance. He held the door for me like a gentleman and we quickly found a small table to our selves in the corner.

   I sat down as Dutch went to go buy a few drinks and food. Bringing over beers and bowls of stew I gave him a warm smile. Hopefully it'd be better than Pearson's cooking...I swear that man has never heard of a spice before.