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mggsv · 7 months

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One of your Girls

f!reader x toji fushiguro (18+)

summary: There’s nothing like an old fashioned birthday celebration amongst friends going to the strip club, but it’s something when the Diamond herself is Toji’s treat for the night.

warnings: age gap (reader is 23 toji is 27), minor smoking, oral (m receiving), porn with plot, choking, creampie, squirting, spit kink, fingering, throat fucking, nipple piercing reader, tongue piercing toji

“Never been here before.” Toji grumbles, looking around the club. The music was loud, people going in and out of two separate doors. There was tight security and the area was clean, not your average strip club. Along with Gojo, Getou and Sukuna, the strip club was an ideal destination for celebrating Toji’s birthday. “It’s a cleaner spot, more expensive too. Might start comin here instead of the one we usually go to.” Sukuna pulls out a cigarette, quickly lighting it and giving it a puff. The quad shared a quick smoke session as they neared the door. Gojo taking the lead to the security guard that multitasked in reservations, “Fushiguro.” The white haired male leaning over the list to be nosey.

Toji scoffed while they took care of the business. He wasn’t one to really celebrate his birthday. To him it was another regular day of the year. However, his associates (his best friends he’s known for over ten years) always find some way to celebrate it (even without him). He took another look around the fancy place before chuckling. It reminded him of his college days, how wild he was before his family stepped in and sent him overseas. He stayed, and his friends came along. He caught his success here.

The inside of the club was even better. The floors a velvet red, private rooms lined the halls. Different stages each with a different group of girls dancing on poles. Men, hungry men, gawking at them with money ready to throw if it hasn’t been thrown yet.

“Shit….how much was this?” He laughs ex excitedly. Sukuna had already wondered off to a section the moment they stepped in. “Happy birthday.” Getou nodded with a wink afterwards. The trio kept walking down the hall until another door opened, and there was another stage ahead. Only one pole. The room was crowded but Toji found a seat close the front. Neither of the tables and chairs were placed too close to the stage. The men whistled. Gojo ended up separating from them once he sat eyes on the bar, his long haired friend right behind him.

There left the green eyed male, staring at the pole as the lights dimmed a seductive red. Music played from the speakers, good quality as well,

But that was when it happened. You- the diamond. The way your leg peeked from behind the velvet curtain, the way your body slowly made its way to the pole…how your hands wrapped around the cool metal. Your curls falling around your face, trailing behind your every move. Your curves emphasized by the black thong-like panties hugging your waist. Toji’s eyes rested on just how juicy your cunt looked hiding behind the material. His breath hitched. catching your brown eyes. Your hands snake around your neck, moaning softly while you rocked around the pole. Your eyes rolled, squeezing.

It felt like the whole world had stopped. Toji had seen many strippers, many..many strippers but you..you pulled him in. The room was quiet part from the music. No man spoke, no man made even a peep, other than the money being thrown at your body that moved like silk. You throw your head back, hands reaching for your bra. Toji scanned your face, your plump lips- the dimple he could see, all down to the beautifully detailed artwork on your face. If he knew you personally he wouldn’t even know.

The material slipped off your shoulders, you wrapping the straps around your fingers, holding the bra. Toji licked his lips, his tongue pausing on the scar for a second. His eyes trailing your pierced nipples, both hard.

“I heard..someone’s birthday is today.” Your voice sent shivers down his spine, straight to his cock that already shown its excitement. You glanced around the room until your eyes landed on his. You hum softly, heels clicking against the stage to the soft floor. On your knees, you crawled to him, back arching. Toji watched your every move, a smirk slowly rising to his lips. He heard Gojo’s snicker somewhere in the background, sneaky bastard. He’d have to thank him later.

You were between his thighs, hands on either side of his legs. Toji reached over to touch you- anything to be in control, but you shook your head. “Happy birthday..Toji.” You stood, your leg resting on the arm of his chair. So close…his heart was racing. It was only you in the room it seemed to Toji. He didn’t care for the men that whistled and still threw money. He didn’t acknowledge how rowdy they were when you sat on his lap and grinded over his hard cock. He sure as hell didn’t hear a damn thing when you leaned back, head on his shoulder, whispering softly into his ear: follow me.

“Happy fuckin birthday to me.” Toji looked over your body. The private room private to only you two. No one else. There was a small stage and pole but you didn’t use that, no, you didn’t have to. You leaned up, wrapping your bra around Toji’s broad frame and pulling him down. His lips crashed with yours. You moan into the kiss, his hands going down to grip your ass. You didn’t miss the cool material of his tongue piercing either. It made you moan. A good looking man at your job…perfect for you. “Been wanting this. Thought i was gonna have to wait.” He picked you up, causing you to squeal. “Toji-“

“You had yer turn princess. It’s my turn now.” He pushes you up against the wall, hand around your throat. You wrap your legs around his torso, his lips going to flick your pierced buds. “Mm..” you breathe. He sucked them. It almost seemed like he waited for your milk. The way he hungrily nawed at your breast..the grip on your neck. He squeezed and squeezed. “Want you on this dick.” He grumbles, other hand coming to squeeze the tit in his mouth. “So fuckin badly.”

Toji pulls back, mouth wet with his own saliva. He licked his lips as he pulled you from the wall. He carried you to the love seat. “You want that princess?” He asks, slapping your thigh to spread them. You whimper, opening your legs. He’s tugging at his belt to the button that couldn’t unbutton fast enough. You were so wet, nodding at his words… “Want you to fill me.” You lay back.

Toji’s fingers trail your inner thigh. He stops at your panties, the thing material being no help to how wet you were. “Look at that..” He groans, finger brushing over your clit through your panties. He licks his lips as he rubs it a bit faster. You kept your legs open wide as they twitched at the feeling. “all this for me. who else you spreadin your legs for huh?” He wasted no time smacking the soaked surface. You clench at the feeling.“hm?” Toji asks as he pulls your panties to the side. His fingers wet with your slick. You leaned right there for him. Your clit exposed, yearning for his touch. The tip of Toji’s fingers brush over the exposed skin, his eyes flicking up to your flushed face. How you stared at him while he teased your poor little pussy..the face you made while he made those slight brushes up against your sensitive clit. Your brows furrow when his finger slip inside of you with ease. Your lips forming a small ‘o’ at how his long fingers curled inside of you. “yes..yes-fuck.” your hips rock against the fingers that pressed and pressed inside of you.

“feels s’good toji..ah-“ you bite your lip,biting back the moans you wanted to scream out. Leaning forward, you run a hand over Toji’s clothes cock. The way you could see the veins pressed against the cotton material from how hard he was. “Need it..fuck i need it.” you whimper. “I know baby, I know.” Toji drunk on how wet you were for him. You pull at the band of his underwear until his cock springs free. You pull your hand back, licking a long, wet stripe on it. His tip was red and leaking. You wasted no time licking your land again, earning another finger from Toji. You take his cock in your hands, pumping him slow down base to tip.

Toji’s thumb presses against your clit, his fingers playing inside of you. “I could do this all day..yer warm princess.” He mumbled, his hips rocking forward. He fucked himself into your hand faster. “Right there..right there wait-“ you gasp, hips jerking. You squeezed around his fingers, that thumb still pressed against your clit. You whine feeling yourself gush over the fingers, his thumb circling your clit while you coated them. You lips fell agape while you stared up at him. Toji’s smirk only grew wider at that look in your eyes. His cock slipped right between your plump lips.

Legs shaking while Toji pumped your pussy full of his fingers, his thick cock touching the back of your throat. You stared up at him through teary eyes, smirk on his face while looking down at you. “Fuck baby- m’gonna cum soon if yer keep lookin at me like that.” He groans, other hand reaching down to tangle in your curls. He tugs softly, burring your face against the happy trail. His cock slipping all the way in your mouth. “I’ll give it to ya good if you don’t choke.” He laughs afterwards, throwing his head back at the warmth of your throat. You try your best, knowing just how needy you were in this moment.

“That’s it princess..fuck-“ Toji’s hips jerked. You choke slightly, the warm seed spilling down your throat. You gag just a bit, but still swallowing around his thick head. “fuck fuck fuck..” He groans, looking down at you through half lid eyes. “good fucking girl taking my cock.” He slips out, holding his cock against your mouth, slapping it against your lips. You lick every bit, Toji’s wet fingers slipping through his lips. “Taste good.”

You shudder and take a deep breath. Getting up you hold onto Toji’s arm. He takes your lips into his immediately. You taste yourself on his lips, and vise versa for him who only deepened the kiss. His spit trailed down your chin. His hand coming back to hold your neck. You pull back, “Shit-“ Out of breath. It only makes him laugh.

“This the part where I pay for yer college or somethin?” He takes a seat where you once were. You hum and straddle his lap. “Not yet.” You wink, “I said i wanted you in me, i meant that.”

He hums and rubs his hands over your hips, guiding you slowly on his cock. You hiss at the feeling, but the tip went in with ease thanks to Ojis fingers. You whimper, looking up at his slightly red face. Toji’s biting his lip, bottoming out once your heat surrounded him. “Perfect pussy for me hm?” He leans his head back on the soft cushion. You take his cock best you can. He lets you take all the time you need, which was nice. He worked you in perfectly. Once you settled down to base your body instinctively leaned into him. He was warm, his bare chest pulling your body into him. Toji bottoms out inside of you, shuddering.

He fucks into you nice and slow, every inch slipping into you perfectly. Toji filled every part of your hole. He moans into your ear, tongue lapping at your lobe. “M’gonna fill you up princess.” He groans. “Gonna give you all of this dick.”

“M..Myeah.” You groan into his chest. “cumming-“ you felt him hit your sweet spot. Your cunt tightening around him. “Shit..” He filled you with his seed. His grip on your hips tightened, the way he pushed you down further to make sure you took all of it..

“Happy birthday..” you slur, your eyes fluttering shut. He kisses your forehead chuckling softly.

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outlaw-apologist · 1 year

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Bitter Sweet Goodbye - RDR2 - You Die In Their Arms

Imagine you, as their lover, die in their arms (Fem!Reader)

Characters: Arthur, Charles, Micah, Dutch, Hosea

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence and character death, mentions of Chapter 4, use of Y/N and L/N

If anyone has any writing requests or want to see any other characters/scenarios please let me know! :D If you rather read it on AO3 it can be found here! ______

Arthur

This couldn’t be happening. Arthur would have laughed at the absurdity of it, really. If he weren’t so choked up by the gnawing realization that you weren’t going to make it. Micah had insisted on pulling another O’Driscoll bust. Stealing the mother-load from a bank transport wagon the rival gang had their eye on. “C’mon Arthur. After what they did to you and Kieran? They deserve it.” He coerced you both into it. “And Y/N is a quick shot. In and out, easy job.”

You were excited to fuck over the Irish gang. When Arthur returned half dead on his horse you were in shambles. Heartbroken over seeing your lover at death’s door. “Let’s do this!” You exclaimed. “Let’s make their pockets hurt.” Just as Micah had pointed out, you were quite experienced. You had been running with the gang for a long while and your talents were admirable. Hell, you even saved Arthur from getting shot a few times.

“Okay.” He agreed reluctantly. “Let’s go.” He didn’t trust Micah but if you were there… Well… The job would probably be fine.

Arthur should have known by now it was another setup. After the O’Driscoll boys strung him up in that cellar he should have known… After Sean’s head was blown off during the blood feud he should have known. When he saw you fall from your horse everything clicked for him. The world slowed as he watched the horses of the men behind you trample your limp body mercilessly into the dust. The O'Driscolls outnumbered the three of you greatly and it was clear they were out for blood. Arthur shot every single one of them with little hesitation, leaving behind no survivors.

Micah rejoiced while the dirt cleared from the air. “Whoo-hoo!” He laughed, sliding from his saddle to loot the O’Driscoll corpses. “They got some good money!” Micah gazed up, tilting the brim of his hat while scanning the area for you. “Shit-” He breathed. Your horse was dead and you… Well, he could tell by the way Arthur dropped everything to rush to your side that something not so good probably happened.

Arthur noticed you hadn’t moved in awhile. By the time he collapsed by your side and held you in his arms he was able to take in how much you were in rough shape. Arthur swallowed hard, watching you gurgle on your blood and gasp, struggling to breathe. “Arthur-” He winced when the broken sound of your usually sweet voice reached his ears.

“Shhh, Y/N. Save your energy. It’s gonna be okay, we’re gettin’ you outta this.” Though they were meant to be soothing, his words were desperate. A silent prayer to whatever god above had long abandoned him and his friends, and now his lover who was suffering badly. Arthur knew you wouldn’t make it to camp. Shit, you probably wouldn’t even live long enough for him to get you both on his horse. All he could do was hold you in his arms. Memorizing the weight of your body against his. The warmth of your skin and how beautifully you always looked up at him even in your last few moments.

Despite the drying blood coating your bruising face you were still the most ethereal being Arthur had ever laid eyes upon. He could have laughed right then and there. He could have cried. He could have begged; ‘No! Not Y/N too. Please- take anyone but Y/N! Take me instead!’ but who would listen? The universe never answered his prayers or his pleas. Surely the universe would be quiet today too.

He didn’t want your last moments to be scary. Instead he pet your hair, kissing your lips while trying to make sure you were laying in a comfortable position. It wasn’t easy since your ribs were shattered but it was all he could think to do. “Guess what?”

“What?” Your voice was barely just above a whisper.

“I wanted to tell you earlier, but… We finally have enough money to get ourselves a nice cabin out West. Just you and me. Maybe we can get ourselves a dog. Doesn’t that sound nice?” It was a lie but it was also a beautiful dream.

“Mmmm.” Your breaths were shallow now. There was a smile growing on your busted lips. Arthur’s heart sunk as he watched your eyes flutter shut. You looked so exhausted. Ready for eternal rest. Never had he felt such heartache. “It does sound nice. I really….. really want a dog.”

“I know you do, sweetheart. I know.” His voice trembled, finally giving away his emotions. When your breathing slowly came to a stop he pressed your foreheads together letting out a soft anguished cry. ‘I love you.’ He wanted to say, but who would listen? You were gone. The whole world fell silent. The birds didn’t chirp, the coyotes didn’t bark, and Micah Bell somehow had enough wit to him to give you both privacy in your final moments.

Arthur held you until the sun had long set and your body was growing cold. He couldn’t let go – wouldn’t…. Until Hosea finally came and squeezed his shoulder. “Arthur, my boy… I’m so sorry. Micah told me everything. Charles and I are here to help. Let’s let Y/N rest.” Slowly, Arthur uncurled from you, reluctantly passing your body to Hosea. Even as you were taken away he stared blankly at the spot you had been before slowly staring up at the twinkling stars above. Finally, he laughed. A cold hard grief filled laugh that was as heavy as his heart and mind.

“This is it for us.” He murmured, taking out a cigarette. “None of us are long for this world now.” Lighting it between his lips he flicked the match away then took a long drag. “I’m sure I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.” The breeze pushed back his hair while he smoked. Just taking in the scene before him. This was a scene he’ll never bear to draw in his journal. A scene that he’ll carry, burned into his memory, to fuel him until he too takes his final breaths.

Arthur Morgan stood. Covered in the blood of the only person who had genuinely loved him for who he was. In the blood of the most beautiful human being he had ever had the privilege of sharing life with. He carried his trembling body to his horse. “Follow me. I know where she’d wanna be laid to rest.” __________

Charles

Charles took you hunting in the Grizzlies West, an activity you and him have done a dozen times together if not more. Pelts were needed to upgrade things around camp and to keep everyone warm, it was a simple task. You were an experienced hunter and he loved spending quiet lazy days with you out in the mountains. That was, until today.

You had tracked a moose to cliff overlooking a nearby river. “We’re close.” Charles admired the snowflakes shimmering in your hair as the sun moved through the trees. The day had been long and you two were wrapping up for the evening. Just one last catch…

Then, you were suddenly gone.

Charles blinked in confusion. It happened sp quickly his mind struggled to make sense of it even as the loud SLASH of your body hitting the frozen water reached his ears. “Y/N!?” Charles rushed to the ledge, watching you scramble to catch onto a rock since you were swept away by the deadly current.

He wasted no time in mounting his horse, riding fast and hard to catch up to you long enough to toss you his lasso. “Y/N!” He tried hard to call your name over the rushing sound of water. “Y/N grab the rope!”

You coughed and sputtered, flailing wildly. You couldn’t see anything in the water, the current dragging you under every few seconds. “Charles!” You sobbed out. Finally you felt something wrap around your wrist. Charles managed to throw his lasso just right for you to grab onto. The frigid water bit into your skin like a thousand stinging needles while you were being pulled to the bank.

“You poor thing.” Charles breathed, gathering you into his arms once you were close enough for him to grab. You were half frozen and turning blue with hypothermia. Teeth chattering and shaking so hard you couldn’t even speak. Your skin burned so badly your brain was begging you to rip it off. The cold was a shock to your system, all you could to was press helplessly against your lover’s warm chest. Never had you felt such pain.

Charles did the best he could. He knew he had to get you warm or else…. Luckily you were close enough to Colter, he was able to bring you there quickly. Returning to the spot was bitter sweet. He set you up in the warmest cabin, stripping your wet clothes off. Charles then covered you in his coat and the furs you two managed to collect earlier. Finding dry firewood was a struggle so he ended up burning little kindling with paper from a book and some fat from an animal you both killed.

“S-s-so c-cold.” You whispered. All of your energy had depleted trying to keep your body warm and now your eyes were growing heavy.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’ll be warmer soon.” The fire really wasn’t heating fast enough. Charles gathered you in his arms again in an attempt to share his warmth with you. He could tell you weren’t doing well. Even if he could bring you into the warmest place possible you probably weren’t going to make it, you had been in that water for far too long. He tried not to let that get to him. If he ignored that fact, maybe it would disappear from existance and you would be okay.

Charles brushed the hair from your face, kissing your forehead. Your head rest against his chest and he stared into the fire as he rocked you gently. He was silent for awhile, trying to conjure ways to save your life or to ease your suffering. Nothing came to mind and Charles was beginning to feel terrified. “Don’t go to sleep.” He whispered, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I’m trying not to.”

Oh, your voice was so strained and weak. Was this the last time he’ll ever hear you speak?

“I love you.”

Charles swallowed hard. He looked down at you again, searching your face with desperation. “I know. I love you too.”

“I know.” You teased him, snuggling up to your lover one final time. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Y/N…..” His brow furrowed. A part of him didn’t understand why you were saying these things while the other half was realizing the reality and severity of the situation. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He held you tighter as if that would somehow keep you bound to this world. “Always.” He whispered. “Now and in the future.” Please… please let there be a future…

You didn’t answer. Your eyes were shut peacefully and your breathing began to fade. Feeling helpless now that his best friend was slipping away in his arms, all Charles could do was silently cry. He kept rocking you, singing a lullaby his mother had sang for him as a child. He wanted you to go peacefully and well loved. It was the least he could do.

Only hours ago you both were on top of the world. Enjoying each others company. Giving thanks to the animals you hunted. Only this morning he woke up to you in his arms kissing all over his face while giggling. And now…. Now you were gone. In his arms, yes, but not really here at all. He’ll never see you again.

Charles sobbed, his whole body shaking as he clung to you. He wasn’t ready for you to leave. Not like this… He stayed with you until the sun rose and a new day broke. Placing one final kiss to your lips he carefully bundled you up in the pelts and brought you to his horse. It was too cold up in Colter to dig a grave and he wanted to place you somewhere beautiful. Somewhere meaningful. The ride down the mountain was slow and painful. Charles sang sorrowfully his lullaby the whole way.

After that day, Charles no longer found any peace in hunting. It only brought memories of you. ____________

Micah

Micah had a hard time loving people. Letting people in. He was shown from a young age that love was a weakness and he was a survivor. That was, until you came around and somehow tore down those walls. With you in his life he was calmer, milder, less likely to shoot up a town for looking at him wrong. If he had to do a job you were always right there by his side.

Micah didn’t consider this might be a setup. He thought it was just another day out and easy money. A house robbery where the occupants had recently come into some decent cash while gambling in Saint Denis. However, they were simple country folk and seemed innocent enough. The wife was supposedly away visiting her sister with their children and the husband was fast asleep. Easy. Sneak in, grab the money, sneak out. Maybe steal their carriage. Something you could probably handle on your own but Micah thought the two of you riding off into the moonlight with pockets overstuffed with ritches was rather romantic.

It was an ambush.

You found the cash effortlessly just as assumed. There was a book here you picked up and glance at, or a bottle of alcohol there you stowed away in case it was useful. You always had a good eye for these things and since you’ve robbed plenty of homesteads you weren’t too concerned with things going south. Instead you took your sweet time as quiet as a mouse.

Micah was right behind you. He even teasingly spanked your ass at one point, causing you to glare playfully at him. “Really?” You mouthed. He shrugged. “C’mon. Let’s get outta here.” His hand was on your hip as you opened the front door. Micah could feel you freeze.

“Shit-” Was all you could manage before stumbling backwards, clutching your throat in a feeble attempt to stop from bleeding out. Bounty hunters! They had surrounded the house as soon as you two entered, waiting for an opening. One hiding behind the door had shot you point blank in the jugular.

“Mother fucker!” Micah’s voice cracked with rage. His eyes were wild with insanity as he shot the man to death. Micah kicked the door shut in an attempt to buy you both a bit of coverage, dragging you to lay in the safety of his lap. “Come on out Micah Bell. We know you’re in there!” The team of bounty hunters circled the house, shooting at its walls, shattering the windows.

Micah ignored them the best he could. They could wait. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your writhing choking form. You couldn’t breathe. Your hands reached out for him, clawing at his arms desperately as if Micah could give you your breath back. Crimson stained the both of you and your clothes.

“Shit baby-doll.” He let out a shaky breath. “I’m so sorry. I’ll make ‘em pay. I’m so sorry, I shoulda known.” He brushed the hair from your face, wiping the blood from the corner of your mouth with his shirt sleeve while his free hand put pressure on your spewing neck. There was so much blood and he could tell by the way your wide eyes glistened you were in pain. “I know, I know.” He hugged you while listening to your gurgled plea. “I know it hurts. It’ll go away soon.”

His hand wet with your life force slid down your body to rest over your still beating heart. He felt it thrum a moment longer before pressing his gun to the area. “I love you baby-doll.”

BANG!

Your body falling limp brought relief to Micah’s own lungs and he let out a shaky breath. He couldn’t stand the thought of you dying while wretching like a wounded animal. A mercy killing was most fitting of his sweetheart, he thought darkly with a heavy heart. Micah stayed with you a moment longer, whispering soft nothings until the bounty hunters caught his attention again. All of that rage filled him once more and he wasted no time in kicking open the front door and gunning them down in cold blood.

Silence filled the midnight air accompanied by crickets. The scent of gunpowder and iron was so thick he could taste it. It was peaceful. Life and death mingled in silent spaces held in the shadows. It was as expected, Micah thought.

Shrugging off his jacket he slid it on your form before scooping your lifeless body up in his arms. He set you on the back of Baylock before dragging the other corpses into the house and lighting it on fire. Micah watched it burn, smoking a cigarette. The dancing images cast over the land in a faint glow amused him. Were you there? Rejoicing in the death of the men who killed you? He wanted to think so. To think that you would dance in every fire he lit from here on out.

Once dawn broke Micah finally mounted his horse to find a place to bury you. He actually considered this a lot. He wanted to lay you to rest in a place easily accessible so he could visit you often. He stayed silent the whole ride, replaying memories of you in his mind. You were his one and only and Micah knew he would never find love again. _____________

Dutch

Dutch had many lovers but none were quite like you. You were ethereal. Special. All he ever wanted to do was make his plans then return to his tent to hold you in his arms as you both spoke about the future and fell asleep for the night. He looked forward to his time with you. Unlike his other lovers you enjoyed going out and working for money. Charming a fella for his days wage, or stealing from a rich man’s wife during teatime. It was a quality about you he found… Well… Sexy.

When Dutch met with Colm O’Driscoll he thought it went rather well. Arthur never met them on the road home but he didn’t think too much of it. Riding back to camp he was in high spirits. Speaking loudly to Micah about how they were finally moving forward in life. “Where’s Y/N? I have wonderful news!” He announced after hitching his horse. Charles and Ms. Grimshaw exchanged looks.

“She hasn’t returned yet Dutch, I thought you went to meet her in Rhodes.” Grimshaw flattened her skirt.

Dutch scoffed. “Now why would I go and do that?”

“She said she’d be back in the evening.”

“It’s evening now, Ms. Grimshaw.”

“I know. We were waiting for her.”

With a sigh, Dutch simply stalked back to The Count, climbing onto his saddle. “I’ll go fetch her then.” It was such a chore! He shouldn’t be out when he has such a price on his head. But Dutch was quite giddy after Colm complimented him and he wanted you to be the first to hear about how the meeting went.

He rode into town, walking through on his horse as his eyes scanned the buildings for any sign of you. Maybe you were mingling? Before he could consider any other possibilities something caught his ear. His heart sank while he overheard words he never dared imagine the combination of.

“O’Driscolls? Down this far South? Unheard of. I guess they were searching for a gal. Grabbed her and took off with the Lemoyne Raiders hot on their tail. Nasty business.”

Nasty business indeed. Now, he could be slow but Dutch van der Linde was no fool. Why else would the O’Driscolls be down this way, during the day of their meeting no less, to kidnap a random girl? Oh, he knew. This was their idea all along. To kill his other sweetheart.

Dutch’s knuckles turned white with rage, snapping the reigns violently. The Count whirled around, running out of Rhodes until he carried Dutch back to camp. “Micah, Bill, with me. Now!” He barked through gritted teeth, pacing straight to his tent to grab his revolver. “Y/N has been taken. By Colm O’Driscoll.”

“Shit! That bastard. You shoulda’ killed ‘em!” Bill ran, grabbing his rifle while Micah walked leisurely to mount Baylock, completely unbothered.

“I should have, Bill. I should have. Now com’mon!”

They rode fast and hard. Somehow catching up to the O’Driscoll’s little posse before they could reach some encampment with you stowed on a horse. Micah flanked the enemy gang on one side while Bill came in from the other. Dutch held the back, eyeing you tied up and gagged. The sight made his blood boil. There was eight O’Driscolls in total and their horses were fast, but Dutch, Bill, and Micah managed to keep up. Riding and shooting at each other as they went.

The Irishmen fell from their horses like flies. Some with their face half blown off, others screaming as their horses dragged them to death. One by one they were picked off until there were only two left. Dutch dug his spurs into his horse, moving him to ride along the man who held you captive on horseback. “Give it up son. Give me the lady and we’ll spare your life.” He didn’t want to shoot the man just yet in case you got hurt.

When a gun was pulled out of his pocket, Dutch veered to the side, assuming the fucker was going to shoot at him. His eyes widened when he realized the O’Driscoll boy wasn’t aiming for him at all. A severe miscalculation on Dutch’s part. “Colm says hello.”

BANG!

“God damn you!” He snarled. Dutch finally raised his pistol.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

He emptied a barrage of shots into the man until the gun clicked and no more bullets came out. Dutch chased after the boy’s horse, corralling the spooked animal into stopping. Time seemed slow. Too slow. Dutch tried his best to calm the horse enough for him to safely take you off its back and into the comfort of his arms. “Oh, my darling.” Dutch fell to his knees, untying you so he could inspect the growing blood stain near your abdomen.

“Dutch! You came for me. You came-” You sobbed, gripping your side in pain.

“Shhh. Of course I did.” He placed a kiss to your trembling lips. The wound was bad. This situation was bad. Everything was fucked. He had seen men shot in this area more times than he could count and he knew they never survived for more than a day at most.

“Com’ere.” He picked you up, carrying you to his horse. After sitting you down he climbed into the saddle. “Tell the others…” His mouth opened and closed for a moment. What does he even say? He didn’t want to scare you but… He didn’t want that filthy camp to be the last thing you see. He knew how much you hated it...

“Alright.” Bill said, seeming to understand what was happening. He took his hat off, staring at you for a moment before bowing politely. “I’m happy you’re safe, Ms. L/N.”

You smiled gently. “Thank you Bill.” Your throat was dry and your words were weak.

Dutch held you close to him as you rode off.

“Where are we going?” You wondered.

“Somewhere nice, my dear. With a wound like that you need rest and fresh air. Simple as that.” Somehow Dutch managed to keep his voice calm even as his heart churned with sorrow.

He brought the both of you to stop overlooking a beautiful meadow with a perfect view of the lake. After placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head Dutch scooped you into his arms, carrying you to a nice tree where he then settled you in his lap. “Here, take this.” He pressed a bottle of alcohol into your hands. “It’ll help take the pain away and you’ll be able to sleep.”

Dutch pet your hair as he watched you. Studying your face. Every bump, wrinkle, scar, and blemish. He wanted to remember every single aspect of you. His last lover… Whenever he tried to recall her face the picture was fuzzy. He couldn’t stand the idea of not being able to remember you. “I love you so much, you know that? You were so brave today. I’m proud of you, sweetheart. Real proud.”

“I wasn’t really…” You gave a little laugh, wincing as the alcohol burned your throat. “I love you too. Thank you for saving me.” You felt stiff and exhausted. Snuggling against his chest you both watched the sunrise and Dutch began reciting lines from your favorite book he had memorized. It was lovely, you thought as your eyes became too heavy and sleep was hard to battle. You hummed happily, a smile on your face as you drifted off peacefully.

Long after he felt your breathing stop did Dutch keep telling your favorite story. As if your spirit were lingering around and would return to your body. Then, maybe, everything would be okay. When he reached the final line of his remembrance only then did he cry. Burying his face into your hair he sobbed and took in your scent one final time.

The last thread of his sanity broke that day. He no longer cared about what future the gang might have. What future he would have with the price on his head… The only future he ever cared about was with you and you were gone now. He held you until Hosea came looking for him. Together they buried you somewhere meaningful. This was the only time Dutch actually payed for a headstone to be made. In your honor. __________________

Hosea

You and Hosea were always together no matter what you were doing. Half of the time you didn’t even need to speak with each other and just silently enjoyed each others company. Naturally you joined him on many outings to scope out who to rob. This particular occasion was a party on the outskirts of Saint Denis located in a beautiful garden home. You were dressed brilliantly, posing as Hosea’s lawful wife.

You’re charming. More charming than anyone else in the gang. With your sweet angel face and your gentle voice, everyone who spoke to you immediately thought of you as a good friend. And so there you were, mingling with the other guests. Giggling with the ladies and awe-ing (falsely so) with the rich gentlemen. Everyone loved you! So many people were trying to speak with you and flag down your attention.

It wasn’t usual to have such an elegant, smart, sweet, kind, and funny lady in their midst. You were a bit of a commodity. Hosea could hardly make his way to your side there were so many people surrounding you. He watched fondly from afar. Many times men would approach him to compliment you. “You’re one lucky man, Mr. Matthews. Mrs. Matthews is such a charmer.”

“Oh, I know it!” He laughed.” Trust me, fellas, it’s hard to keep my wife for myself some days.”

They all laughed. One man handing him a cigar which he happily accepted. The evening was bright and joyful. Though he nor you enjoyed events like this somehow you both were having fun this time. Hosea followed a group of men into a private back study to discuss investments while he left you at the main party.

This particular crowd was juicy, you thought. You heard so much gossip and many of the attendees were telling on themselves; bragging to you about what they’ve recently purchased for themselves or who’s neighbor was hoarding cash in personal safes. You were careful to make a mental note of each and every person as you nursed a glass of champagne.

“Did you hear?” A woman leaned close to you and a few of her friends.

“Hear what?” You inquired.

“Apparently Mrs. Conway has asked the local apothecary for… a permanent sleep cure.”

You tilt your head as the other ladies gasped and giggled. “Mrs. Conway… Our host for the evening?” Were they really gossiping about this woman in her own home?

“Yes. Oh, she must be dreadfully bored of Mr. Conway. I wonder if he’ll join us this evening.”

All you could do was smile and nod to blend in. It wasn’t the first time you had heard of a woman wanting to poison her rich husband. To each their own, you didn’t really care. You flinched as a loud clattering noise reached your ears. Looking behind you your eyes settled towards the source of the sound. The kitchens.

“I heard they hired new help and the kitchens are a mess tonight.” Another older woman snickered. “The Conways are lucky mingling has been this evening’s high point. Otherwise a ruined meal would sully the party.”

“Absolutely.” You agreed, setting your glass aside. “Will you please excuse me? I wish to powder my nose before dinner.” With a hum you moved away from the group to find Hosea. It wasn’t hard for you to follow his voice down the hallway. You smiled to yourself, simply listening to him work his magic. He truly was such a likable man.

Once dinner arrived Hosea had met up with you and brought you to the dining room where he pulled out your chair. Even if you two weren’t in such a luxurious setting he would have still done this. Always such a gentlemen to the love of his life. “How goes it?”

“Quite well. The ladies here are wonderfully friendly. I’ve learned a lot from them.”

Hosea admired how stunning you looked in the chandelier lighting, ignoring the help as plates of food were set in front of each guest. “I’m happy to hear that, honey.” He gave you an easy but loving smile. A smile you were quite familiar with.

There was a short speech given by Mrs. Conway, who’s party this was, where she thanked everyone and made a few jokes that earned a chuckle here and there. Finally you were able to eat. It was spaghetti which was, apparently, an Italian dish. Jack had told you and Hosea all about it when he returned to Shady Belle.

There was still chatter in the air as you took your first bite. It was delicious! It made your throat tingle a little but you thought nothing of it. Perhaps it was just the spices used. After your third bite your throat suddenly completely restricted. Your fork clattered against the table, hands flying to your throat. You couldn’t swallow. You couldn’t breathe.

“Y/N?” Hosea’s startled gaze snapped to you immediately. The room went silent as looks of horror washed over the faces of guests. “Y/N!?” Hosea gasped when your body began convulsing. He quickly took you into his arms, helping you to the floor so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “Someone call the doctor! Quick!” He screamed. His eyes met with Mrs. Conway’s only for a split moment. She was frozen into place, guilt written all over her face. “Hurry!” Hosea pleaded.

You cried out the best you could. Holding onto Hosea who tried his best to calm you. “I’m here my love. I’m here. Hang on. Please Y/N.” He felt so helpless. All he could do was wipe the spit from the corner of your mouth and the tears from your cheeks while whispering soft soothing words. He held eye contact with you, shushing you, promising you help was on the way. “Stay with me, love. Stay with me.” His words were desperate. Eyes filled with tears.

Your face was turning blue. Your body trembling, writhing and heaving. It was a disturbing sight for Hosea, who had always assumed he would meet his end far before you ever met yours. The poison was swift. As soon as it started it ended and you finally fell limply against his chest. Hosea paused, studying your face. He couldn’t understand at first why you were quiet. “Y/N?” He gently shook you.

“No…. No! Y/N!” He cried out for you. Hosea pulled you tightly against him, wrapping his arms to cradle your head away from prying eyes as he sobbed openly. The whole thing was a whirlwind. What was supposed to be a tantalizing evening ended in tragedy. A selfish woman meaning to poison her husband. The messy kitchen staff mixing up the guests’ plates. You choking to death on an elixir from hell. Hosea Matthews experiencing his lover being ripped away from him violently a second time.

To onlookers he was nothing but a broken man refusing to let go of his murdered wife even as the police came and tried to break them apart. He wanted so desperately to fight them away, but he knew he couldn’t.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Matthews. I never meant for-” Ms. Conway whimpered pathetically while her hands were being bound by an officer for her arrest.

“You never meant for what?” He snapped. “An innocent person to die? You didn’t mean to get caught? You didn’t mean for your greed to bring you to such lows?” His eyes were cold and Ms. Conway hung her head in shame. “Go to hell, Ms. Conway. Where you belong.”

Once it was allowed, Hosea left the party. He went straight to the Saint Denis morgue to see you one last time before making funeral arrangements. It felt fake. As if the events of the night were a figment of his imagination. The gravity of reality didn’t sink in until he returned to Shady Belle alone. Every ne was asking where you were. All he could do was drag his old bones to his room, collapse onto his cot, and cry.

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 — 𝒄. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 wc - 518 reqs ? - nope ! a/n - this is part one in a series , i do not know how many parts will be in this series also , this is the outfit i had in mind while writing this. cw - use of " y/n " , drug mentions

( pt. 2 , )

" she's got the best weed , bro. " chris' friend was nagging him to talk to this girl for at least a week. chris could never find the time to meet up with her , so he just dealt with the constant yapping of his friend.

but today , chris attended a party that she was also at. his friend couldn't be more excited , he began to drag chris to where this mysterious girl was located.

chris dragged his friend over his face , blinking hard in lousiness. the boy was actively trying to keep his eyes open , the day had been long and all he wanted to do is let loose.

as they continue to walk , a beautiful girl sat on a leather couch comes into view. the girl is wearing a blue strapless top , a leather jacket hanging over her shoulders to keep from getting cold. she has a black mini skirt with lacy thigh-high socks.

once the girl noticed the two new men walking towards her , she stood up to greet them.

" hey ! i haven't seen you in so long , blake. " she smiles , embracing the blonde-haired boy. " you brought a friend ? " y/n turns towards chris , " hey , i'm y/n. " the boy offers her a lazy smile , not realizing she had her hand outstretched towards him. her lips flatten into a straight line , she quickly retracts her hand , feeling awkward now.

" oh shit , sorry i- " chris scratches the back of his neck , " it's fine , " her answer is short and emotionless. his brows pinch together slightly , before he tries to hide his troubled expression.

" so , i heard you sell weed ? " y/n nods , sitting down on the leather couch , the rips and tears becoming visible as she seats herself. " i don't really have money on me right now - " the girl cuts him off , " i don't do ' buy now , pay later '. " chris shakes his head , " no , that's not what i'm trying to do. i was wondering if i could get your number or something , so i could buy some off you later ? "

y/n's brows furrow slightly , not expecting that . " um , yeah , sure. " she pulls her phone out from her jacket pocket , pulling out her contact card. chris grabs his own phone , creating a new text message , getting ready to type in her number.

y/n tells him her number , chris shoots her a text and while she isn't looking he saves her in his phone as " hot dealer ".

as the night goes on , chris and y/n don't interact much. the tension in the air is thick , they can both feel it but actively try to ignore it. once chris announces he's ready to leave , y/n internally sighs of relief , feeling as though fifty pounds has been lifted from her shoulders.

though she was glad he wasn't there , so she could no longer feel immensely uncomfortable , her mind kept crawling back to the memory of his beautifully sculpted face , his light blue eyes . the way his loose clothes clung to his lean body , no matter how times she tried to distract herself , it never worked , no matter what she did.