#john marston smut
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you said to do headcannons right?
can you do sex headcannons for the members of the gang? Only ones you're comfortable with obv. Personally, I don't care much for Micah (I want to set him on fire) so feel free to leave him out if you don't feel like writing for him
But the usual Dutch, John, Javier, Arthur, Charles, and anybody else you feel like are just perfect.
I love your writing, so I'm excited to see your take on these
<3
Sex HC Ft. Van Der Linde Gang
(Dutch Van Der Linde, John Marston, Javier Escuella, Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Sean Macguire, Sadie Adler)
I should write for the girls more
Warnings: Smut, duh
Dutch Van Der Linde
He probably loves roleplaying
Pretending he's the outlaw and you're the officer punishing him
But most times he loves being in control of you, thinks it's so attractive when you submit completely to him and become his pliable little servant
Likes it when you wear expensive jewelry and gifts he buys you with nothing else on
Definitely wants you to call him Sir
Says the most poetic and flowery things to you during
Probably enjoys receiving but LOVES giving head. Views it as another way to take control
Quickies with him are non existent. To him, sex and intimacy are an art, and he will take his time with every little detail and aspect of it
Enjoys playful brattiness, definitely a brat tamer
I can see him being into BDSM. Ball gags, leather crops, leashes, blindfolds, etc
John Marston
Super messy, super rough, super desperate
Pussy eating pro. I'm talking mind blowing, back arching, toe curling, sheet gripping head. ALWAYS asks if he can go down on you
Acts like every time you two have sex will be the last
On the contrary though, I feel like he'd be into edging
Also doesn't mind letting you be dominant, he has such submissive energy
Mayhaps a mommy kink, because I can also see him calling you mommy
Would let you tie him up, totally at your mercy
He loses any semblance of shame, will beg, cry, whimper, you name it
Could consent to just about anything, if you tell him to bark he'll bark
Gets carried away when during sex sometimes, just gets absolutely drunk from pleasure
Javier Escuella
Incredibly romantic and passionate
He can fuck, but he can also make love
So much sexual stamina, and makes every time you have sex absolutely unforgettable
Loves to make sure you are as comfortable as possible and feel as though you have enough privacy. Even if it means paying for a hotel, he'll do anything to ensure your comfort
But if you wanna have risky public sex he's more than willing to as well lmao
Holds you and whispers how much he loves you while he thrusts slowly
But if y'all are fucking he'll say the filthiest shit he can conjur up in his mind while thrusting as hard and fast as he can
Slaps and grips anything he can hold onto
Overwhelms all of your senses and stimulates you in multiple ways at once
Loves cumming inside you but if not inside then on your torso or face
Arthur Morgan
Loves putting his whole weight on you when y'all fuck
Just simply pinning you down with the size of him drives him crazy
Is such a gentleman even during sex. Always stops and asks how you are and if you like how he's doing
Insists you don't have to go down on him but secretly loves it when you do
His favorite positions are ones where you're totally helpless like mating presses or locking your arms behind you
Whenever he fucks you from behind he wraps his massive arm around your neck. Idly squeezes down on your neck
Enjoys sex totally naked, makes it feel more intimate exposing yourselves fully to each other
But he loves it if you wear cute outfits for him just so he can take it off you
But he absolutely loves quickies. Complains they're too risky but every time you suggest one he's unbuckling his belt before you can finish your sentence
Definitely does the knee thing
Charles Smith
He is a pure giver. You will always cum at least 3 times or else he won't feel like he did a thorough job.
Will ignore his own aching cock as long as he can see you squirm in ecstasy
Your pleasure is his pleasure
Doesn't care if he doesn't get to cum tbh
Definitely aware of his size and uses it to his advantage if you're into that
Cages you in his arms, holds you down, puts you in choke holds, etc
I feel like he'd be pretty vanilla and you'd be the one to bring kinks to the table if anything. Will honestly do most anything you want if it brings you pleasure
Soft but firm touches, like every touch is done with intent and thought
Type to make out with you for hours without any actual stimulation and be content. Will see you off with the bluest balls.
Lenny Summers
He's still pretty young so I believe his experience would be limited
You two are probably eachother's first everythings, atleast you're his
Probably cums real fast but makes up for it with enthusiam
Will try out so many things with you, the two of you will both bring ideas to the table
Tries to start things off slow but his excitement gets the best of him
SO MUCH communication and talking during (feedback, jokes, etc...)
Very forward with his needs
Asks for hand/blow jobs a lot to blow off some steam
Very fast learner, and probably very risky
I feel like he'd ask to finger you a lot in risky situations
There's been instances where he just forgets foreplay altogether and just wants to go at it
Kieran Duffy
Submissive as hell
Definitely whimpers
Let's you take the lead 99% of the time
Will cum within five minutes max, and it really takes it out of him
Super sensitive literally everything. Touch him anywhere and he's blushing and squirming
Loves it if you wrap your thighs around his head
That being said, enjoys face sitting
Feels reassured when you tell him what to do and help him in the process
Hands roam all over you, it's like he can't fathom that you're a real being that's actually doing this with him
Eyes roll back and his face goes red when he cums. He's super embarassed about it
Micah Bell
SO rough. Drags you into position and commands you to do certain things
Likes slapping, hair pulling, spitting, I feel like he'd even be into piss. All of the above would go both ways for him.
Hate sex with him goes crazy ong. And after arguments? Just fucking all your anger away
Into degrading for sure
Sex is definitely the best emotional release for the both of you without actually hurting eachother
He's into marks. That entails scratches, bites, bruises
Make him bleed, literally beat the shit out of him during sex and he'll let it slide
Sex is a constant battle for dominance
Probably makes you do embarassing things for him like bark
Also puts you in obscene and embarassing positions just for his own pleasure
If anyone ever heard y'all have sex they'd think it sounds more like an argument and a fist fight than love making
Sean Macguire
The goofiest man during sex, not even intentionally either. He'll say the stupidest thing you've ever heard with his whole chest and you'll have to ask if he's serious
"You ready for the Macguire special?"
Loud ass moans, cannot contain them. If you're into public sex you better either prepare to be caught or mentally prepare yourself for the influx of scoldings/questions that'll come later
LOVES playful brattiness or when you want to take control. He's all for it
Has fantasies of being woken up with head
Will do the same for you in return if that's what it takes to enact his fantasies
Also into roleplay but way cornier shit like you're a nurse and he's a patient. Indulges in costumes as well
Drunk sex is the best because it's combining two of his favorite things
Sadie Adler
Also definitely does the knee thing...
Genuinely one of the sweetest and more passionate lovers, and it will translate during sex
Super gentle and passionate
Lot's of "I love you"s exchanged
Never any space between you, your limbs constantly intertwined as you kiss and move against eachother
Either of you can take the role as dom, it doesn't matter to her
Smiles the whole time out of pure adoration for you
Can be super sultry and kinky when the time calls for it though
Not opposed to being a little rougher but I can't see her going too far with that
Thinks you're far too delicate and special to be treated in such a way
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I dunno about you but drunk sex slays and the thought of it with one out of the big red dead four (John Arthur Charles or Javier) just makes me 🌊💦💧
Thank you anon for this:))))))))))
WC: 5,117 words.
P: Arthur,John,Javier and Charles x F!Reader
CW: public sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, cowgirl
𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳:
You sat by the crackling campfire, the night draped around you like a comforting blanket, waiting patiently for Arthur to return from his outing with Lenny.
As the minutes stretched into hours, the quiet of the night was suddenly shattered by the sound of husky laughter and stumbling footsteps approaching the camp.
Arthur stumbled into view, his usually composed demeanor replaced by a boisterous energy, his laughter ringing out into the night. You watched as he stumbled towards you, his movements unsteady and his words slurred with intoxication.
"Hey there, sweetheart!" He exclaimed, his voice louder than usual, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he approached you, his arms outstretched in an exaggerated gesture of affection.
"Arthur.." You greeted him with a chuckle, reaching out to steady him as he stumbled forward. "You're drunk."
He grinned at you, his usual charm amplified by the alcohol coursing through his veins. "Just a bit," He admitted with a laugh, his words slurring together slightly. "But I missed you, darlin'."
As Arthur held you in his drunken embrace, he leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear and he whispered, "Come with me, I want to show you something."
Curiosity piqued, you allowed him to lead you away from the camp, the darkness of the trees enveloping you like a cloak. With each step, his intoxicating scent of whiskey and cheap cologne hung in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest.
Finally, he stopped, the trees providing enough secrecy around you. Before you could protest or question his intentions, Arthur pressed you against a sturdy tree trunk, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss.
His embrace was fervent and urgent, fueled by the fire of his drunken desire. His hands roamed eagerly over your body, his touch electric against your skin as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your lips.
///
And that was how you found yourself, dangerously close to getting caught by the rest of the gang, pressed firmly against the rough bark of a tree, stripped naked to his mercy.
The stretch was breathtaking, every centimeter of his length sending electrifying waves of pleasure through you as he pounded away relentlessly. With each rapid thrust, Arthur grunted huskily, his teeth clenched together in sheer determination. His eyes remained fixated on your bouncing form, his gaze intense and unwavering.
"Arthur-" You gasped, your breath coming in ragged bursts, heat flooding your body.
In that moment, every sensation overwhelmed you, yet you yearned for more. There was nothing in this world, in that moment, more important than Arthur Morgan, thrusting into you with an intensity that felt like a primal need with your leg wrapped around his defined torso and his large palms roaming the curves of your body.
''Beautiful-'' He whispered between pants, his voice a husky echo against your skin as he leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to your quivering flesh.
''You are mine.'' With a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine, he enveloped one hardened nipple in his mouth, drawing it between his lips with a hunger that left you trembling. His tongue danced with an almost predatory insistence, claiming you entirely in a way that left you powerless to resist.
With each of his forceful thrusts, you reciprocated with equal intensity, your nails digging into his forearms with a ferocity that threatened to break skin, and your teeth grazing against his lips as you captured his mouth in a hungry kiss when he turned his face towards you.
''Please- Arthur, please!'' You knew you were babbling, but the overwhelming sensation coursing through your veins left you unable to form coherent words.
''Quiet, sweetheart. You don’t want anyone to catch us, do you?'' Arthur's voice was low, sending shivers down your spine as you struggled to maintain composure amidst the overwhelming waves of lust. His words ignited a fire within you, the intensity of his gaze leaving you feeling dizzy with desire.
Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your breath coming in short gasps as you tried to focus on just breathing. With each movement of his hips, Arthur's rhythm intensified, the sensation bordering on maddening as he drove himself deeper into you.
''Can you be quiet for me?'' He whispered, his hand moving from your mouth to rest gently on your lower back. You nodded in response, your teeth sinking into your lip as you fought to stifle the moans threatening to escape your lips.
Your body started to shake uncontrollably, tremors coursing through every fiber of your being. With each passing moment, the sensation intensified, rendering your legs numb and leaving every muscle sore and cramped. Even the slightest movement sent waves of soreness rippling through you, threatening to overwhelm your senses.
Despite the haze of alcohol, he remained attentive to your every move, his hands a steady anchor that kept you upright. With a firm grip, he ensured you didn't falter or lose balance, his eyes never wavering from your features as he sought to understand your every emotion.
Hot tears welled in your eyes, a mixture of pleasure and intense emotion that threatened to spill over with each hard motion of his body. Arthur was so deep, so incredibly deep inside of you that it felt as though he was reaching places untouched, bringing pleasure straight to your soul.
Your muscles twitched and spasmed in time with his relentless thrusts, the rhythm of your bodies syncing perfectly as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Each moan that escaped your lips was met with the wet fabric of his shirt, the sound muffled but unmistakable in the heat of the moment.
"Good girl," Arthur murmured, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, a rare smirk gracing his lips, a sight reserved only for moments like these, fueled by the intoxicating effects of alcohol. ''Good fucking girl.'
The pressure building inside of you reached its breaking point, shattering your senses. In that moment, you clung to Arthur desperately, pulling at his hair and digging your nails into his skin as if he were your lifeline.
Open-mouthed cries of pleasure escaped your throat, the intensity of your orgasm too powerful to be contained. Arthur cursed under his breath, his focus solely on maintaining his movements long enough to ride out the wave of your climax.
He could feel you gushing wetness, squirting on his cock and leaking down both of your thighs. He wasn’t strong enough to resist the pleasure that came with the realization that he’d made you spasm so hard your body couldn’t control itself. He followed, pumping his cum deep inside of you while your folds squeezed the life out of him.
Time seemed to stand still as you clung to each other, reluctant to let go of the moment. When Arthur finally pulled away slightly, you whimpered, clinging to him tighter, craving the comfort and reassurance that only he could provide.
''I know, sweetheart. I know." Arthur's voice was soft and comforting as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He could sense the weight of your emotions, knowing that you must be feeling overwhelmed in that moment.
"You did so good.'' He murmured, his hand gently rubbing your back in soothing circles.
𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯:
As you slipped out of your dress, the fabric cascading around your ankles, you felt the weight of the day lifting from your shoulders. The dim light of the lantern cast shadows across the canvas walls of your tent, creating a cozy sanctuary amidst the chaos of the gang outside, singing songs around the fire.
With each button undone, you reveled in the sensation of freedom, relishing the cool air against your skin as you prepared to settle for bed. The soft rustle of fabric echoed in the silence as you reached for your nightgown, a familiar routine that brought a sense of comfort to the end of another long day.
But just as you were about to slip into the warmth of your nightclothes, the tent flap suddenly stirred, and there he was, John. His usually rugged features were contorted with jealousy, his eyes clouded with the haze of alcohol as he stumbled into the tent.
"John?" You exclaimed, surprise and frustration warring within you as you struggled to comprehend his state. "What are you doing here?"
He ignored your question, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of desire and accusation. "You've been spending too much time with Javier!" He slurred, his words heavy with bitterness as he collapsed onto the ground beside you, his drunkenness palpable.
You sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for him even as irritation prickled at the edges of your patience. "John, I told you. Javier is teaching me how to play guitar. There's nothing between us."
But he wasn't listening, lost in his own insecurities and doubts. With a pout that bordered on childish, he reached out to you, his fingers brushing against your skin in a clumsy attempt at affection.
"I wanna teach you something, too.." He murmured, his voice low and husky, his lips trailing along the curve of your neck as he spoke.
You shivered at the sensation, the heat of his touch sending a thrill racing down your spine. Despite the lingering frustration of his outburst of jealousy, you found yourself unable to resist the magnetic pull of his gaze, drawn to him with an intensity that left you breathless.
"What do you want to teach me?" You whispered, your voice barely more than a soft sigh as you surrendered to the hunger that burned within you.
///
You couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Javier. His presence close to you eventually led you sinking down on your knees as your jealous lover stood before you. It was as if the flames of his possessiveness ignited a primal need within him, driving him to assert his dominance and claim you as his own.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, you drank in the taste of his precum, reveling in the salty sensation as it danced across your taste buds before John rested his large, calloused hands upon your hair, gently guiding your movements with a firm touch.
His eyes were half-lidded, heavy with want, as you worked your magic, eliciting a drawn-out, staticky moan from deep within his chest.
You flattened your tongue more efficiently, eager to please him, to elicit even the slightest tremor of pleasure from his lips.
For a fleeting moment, a sensation of blazing heat washed over the back of your throat as you released him, lowering your head to place a tender kiss at the base of John's throbbing cock.
As your tongue darted out to caress the prominent vein, tracing its path with delicate precision, he struggled to contain the building pressure threatening to erupt within him.
A loud groan escaped John's lips as he lifted his hips slightly, urging you to take him deeper into your mouth. The unexpected motion caught you off guard and you fought against the instinct to gag, your body instinctively adjusting to accommodate him even as tears welled up in your eyes and began to trickle down your flushed cheeks.
''That's my girl-'' He murmured, his voice hoarsed as he tightened his grip on your hair and with a quick thrust, followed by a sharp gasp, he was sheathed fully in your throat.
You desperately tried not to gag as he continued to exert himself, pulling out of your mouth just to slam his length back in you again. He was using you, like a toy to release his pent-up sexual tension and unreasonable jealousy, and you could not have been more aroused.
"These lips belong to me, understand?" He grunted, punctuating his declaration with another forceful thrust into your throat.
The once defiant man now emitted sounds you had never heard before, a mix of a squeal and a moan, interspersed with gasps for air. You reached out to cup his balls through the fabric of his pants, feeling his member twitch under your tongue.
John drooled, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes tightly shut, his breath heavy, like music to your ears.
But what struck you most was the absence of his usual smirk, instead, a slight frown adorned his face as he gasped with each thrust into the recesses of your throat. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was close to release.
Profanities and shameless moans filled the quiet of the night, ensuring that the rest of the gang members close by would hear. John pulled your hair rather harshly, evidently losing control as he maneuvered your head just the way he desired.
The vibrations of your unfiltered sounds spread throughout his sensitive length, further enhancing the tingling pleasure he was feeling.
Without pause, he continued to fuck your throat with each jerk of your head, thrusting his cock down your throat just as he brought your head down to swallow him whole. Your lewd gags were the most beautiful sounds, and even more so, the thick pools of your saliva that connected your mouth to his length, the most beautiful sight.
The ache between your legs pulsed with each passing moment, the next breath that left your lungs rolling out in a trembling whine. Your skin felt as if it wanted to fly off your body into the next star system, consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.
Without warning, he pushed even deeper, and you understood immediately why. His orgasm ripped through him, eliciting another prolonged groan of satisfaction as his essence coated the back of your throat.
As he finally relented, leaving a strand of saliva and semen bridging your lips, he held his still pulsating member against your face, releasing one final burst that streaked across your forehead and hair.
You gazed at John in absolute awe, your senses still reeling from him soring both your lips and throat as he gradually descended from his euphoric state.
His eyes met yours, a smoldering intensity that made your breath catch in your throat and as he looked down at you, still kneeling before him, he reached out to caress your cheek, his touch gentle. His fingers, coated with remnants of his pleasure, traced delicate, wet patterns along your skin.
You watched, transfixed, as he brought his slickened finger to your lips, wordlessly offering it to you. Without hesitation, you parted your lips, tasting the tang of his salty essence as you obediently licked his finger clean.
Then, with a teasing spark in his eyes, he spoke arrogantly, his words dripping with playful suggestion. "Now go say hi to Javier for me. He'll get the message."
''Fuck you, Marston.'' As you rose to your feet, defiance burned in your eyes, though a hint of shyness tinged your voice.
''Your wish is my command, madam.'' Before you could fully process his words or reach out to him, he moved with unexpected swiftness, seizing your face in his hands and pulling you into a passionate kiss.
𝘑𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳:
You laid on the plush bed, draped in your silky nightgown, the warmth of the crackling fire beside you seeping into your skin.
As you basked in the warmth, Javier's lips began to trail soft, tender kisses along the expanse of your thighs. Each touch sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body.
The lingering scent of whiskey and cigarettes clung to him, a testament to the indulgence he had partaken in at the hotel bar downstairs earlier that evening.
Despite his intoxication, Javier worshipped your body with a reverence that left you breathless. With every caress, every kiss, he took his time, exploring every inch of your skin as if it were a sacred temple to be cherished. His adoration was palpable, his actions speaking volumes of his devotion to you.
"Déjame probarte, mi amor. Por favor-" With each tender kiss, his drunken need for you intensified, his movements becoming more urgent.
(t: let me taste you, my love, please-)
You chuckled softly as you looked into his eyes, noticing the signs of intoxication lingering in his gaze.
"You're drunk, Javi.." You remarked with a playful smile, gently teasing him as you tried to reason with him. "Maybe we should just go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
But he simply shook his head, his determination evident even in his inebriated state. "I'm not drunk," he protested with a lopsided grin, his words slurring slightly as he leaned closer to you. "Solo estoy disfrutando el momento contigo."
(t: I just want to enjoy this moment with you.'')
Despite not understanding a single word, the melodic rhythm of his speech sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but admire the way his lips formed each syllable, the passion and intensity in every word.
Lost in the moment, you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, savoring the softness beneath your touch.
''Quiero comerte entera, cariño-''
(t: I want to eat you whole, darling-)
Eventually, unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you gently interrupted him, your voice barely above a whisper. "Javi, can you translate that for me?"
Instead of obliging, he simply chuckled, his eyes glistening with mischief as he leaned in closer to your body.
"Let me show you, instead." He murmured, his voice husky as he spoke.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, he reached for the hem of your nightgown, lifting it slowly until it pooled around your stomach.
''Maybe we shouldn't..'' Your breath caught in your throat as you whispered, the words escaping your lips barely audible.
He just snickered, his laughter a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine, and whatever protest or remark you were going to make died down as the tip of his tongue nudged at your clit.
Your breath hitched in anticipation as you leaned back against the soft pillows, your heart pounding rapidly to the sudden touch. With trembling hands, you eagerly shuffled your legs further apart, offering him better access to your throbbing core.
You felt Javier's face burying itself between your thighs, the rough texture of his skin sending electric pulses of pleasure through your body.
The flat of his tongue started to give little kitten licks up and down your folds, each stroke sending waves of sensation coursing through you, always ending on a tantalizing drag against your sensitive pearl.
"Javi-" A little whimper escaped you, hushed and whining, as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.
His amber eyes bore into yours as you swore you could feel him smirk against you, his silent amusement adding to the intoxicating mix of sensations.
''Oh god-'' Another chaste kiss to your clit elicited a gasping breath from you, your idle hand tightening its grip in his messy black hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you encouraged him to continue.
You noticed a subtle change in Javier’s movements, a newfound urgency and dedication as he worshipped your body with his mouth.
Your juices began to coat his chin as he held onto your squirming hips, his eagerness showing in the way he practically pulled you down onto his face. With each suck and lick to your clit, he drove you closer to the edge of ecstasy, his ministrations becoming more fervent and desperate.
More keens and moans spilled from your lips as a graze of teeth sent bolts of pleasure through you, the sensation causing you to grind down onto his mouth in a fervour of need.
''Preciosa- fuck-'' There was a humming sound as Javier groaned beneath you, his own arousal taking over as he pleasured you.
A fog of a different kind of intoxication thickened in your mind, clouding your thoughts as you lost yourself in the throes of his lips.
With a certain tilt of your head, you caught sight of Javier jerking off his cock while he continued to devour you, his eyes half-lidded with desire as his tight fist worked up and down his length. The sight of him, slick with pre-cum fluids and swollen with the need to orgasm, only added to your own desperation for release.
The more ferociously he licked your pussy, the harder he stroked himself, his cock leaking slick from that swollen, reddened tip.
Slowly, Javier's middle finger pressed against you, the anticipation causing your breath to hitch in your throat. With a gentle but firm pressure, it slipped inside, encountering little resistance as it delved deeper. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp of pleasure, your body instinctively arching towards him as he filled you.
As his finger bottomed out inside you, a low moan escaped your lips, the sound muffled by the New pressure. You could feel the heat building between your legs, your arousal pooling at the point where his finger met your core.
Javier could sense the subtle changes in your body, the way your cunt fluttered and pulsed around his finger. He reveled in the feeling of you, the way you squeezed him tight, every ridge inside your plush walls a testament to your desire. With each gentle thrust of his finger, he explored the depths of your pleasure, savoring the intimacy of the moment.
He seemed to understand exactly how your body worked, his touch deliberate and calculated as he curled his finger just barely, sending you closer to your climax with each motion.
With a deft flick of his digit, he found your sweetest spot, and he didn't hesitate to exploit it. The sensation was electric, a symphony of pleasure that left you gasping for air. Again and again, he brushed against that sensitive area, each stroke consuming you whole.
You were on the brink of coming undone, your body thrumming with anticipation as Javier's touch sent ripples of pleasure cascading through you. But just as you felt yourself on the cusp, he abruptly pulled away, leaving you stunned and breathless.
Shock was displayed all over your features as Javier chuckled softly, his amusement evident all over his face.
And then, with a gentle but deliberate movement, Javier closed the distance between you, his eyes locked with yours as his hands roamed over your body.
''You're going to finish with me inside you, amor.''
𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴:
As you walked towards the tranquil lake, away from the loud celebration of the gang's successful mission, the ethereal glow of the bright moon above casted a shimmering path across the water. The night air was crisp and cool against your skin, offering a welcome respite from the warmth of the fire.
Finding a secluded spot by the water's edge, you sat down and dipped your fingers into the cool, refreshing liquid, splashing it onto your face and shoulders in an attempt to wash away the remnants of the long day but before you could repeat the gesture, a pair of strong, familiar hands settled on your hips, sending a shiver down your spine.
Giggling, you turned to find Charles standing behind you, his breath heavy with the scent of whiskey. Despite his usual resilience to alcohol, it was clear that tonight's celebration had gotten the better of him. He had accepted Sean's challenge to see who could drink the most, and it seemed he had emerged on the losing end.
''Mhm, Charles-'' A whimper escaped your lips as his lips trailed along your skin with a newfound hunger, his breath hot against your neck.
Even in his inebriated state, Charles remained relatively quiet, his usual reticence undisturbed by the alcohol coursing through his veins.
However, there was a noticeable shift in his demeanor as his breath grew louder and heavier against your skin. With each kiss, his tongue teased and tantalized, promising the emergence of vivid purple marks on your skin in the morning.
A sudden gasp escaped your lips as he stumbled backwards, pulling you along with him. With a surprising agility, he managed to find purchase on a tree log, his body sinking onto it as he settled into a seated position with you straddling his thighs.
''Mm, need you, angel.'' Charles cooed softly, his touch tender as he rested his palm under your jaw. With a deft movement, he brought your face closer to his, his intent clear as he sought to capture the perfect view of your dazed eyes.
''Anything for my man.'' You whispered softly, your voice barely above a breath as you cradled his face in your hands
Wordlessly, you moved with anticipation, your hands trembling slightly as you slid down the waistband of his pants. As you did, you felt the warmth radiating from his clothed cock, the heat passing along your cheeks in a tantalizing wave.
With each inch of fabric you peeled away, the excitement grew even more as the cotton material finally wrapped around his muscular thighs.
A low hiss escaped Charles' lips as the brief contact of cold air brushed against his freed cock, causing it to spring to life with eager anticipation. The sound of it slapping heavily against his bruised stomach filled the air, echoing in the stillness of the night as the voices of your fellow gang members seemed to fade in the distance.
He was huge, his length extending well beyond his navel and the thickness of it easily comparable to your wrist.
With delicate precision, you used your fingertips to guide the hard length of him to your entrance, feeling the anticipation building with each passing moment.
As you started to sink down, the bulbous head of his cock dipped into the flesh of your labia, the pressure forcing the meaty lips to spread for him.
''Oh, my-'' A faltering breath escaped your lips as you sucked it in, a desperate attempt to steady yourself against the overwhelming sensation.
The lack of good preparation made the penetration a slow and deliberate process, each inch of him breaching your body with torturous slowness. Despite it all, the searing burn that accompanied his entry, only made you bask in the intensity of the sensation, your senses consumed by the pleasure of it all.
He breached your body one agonizing fraction at a time, the pressure just giving the right amount of painful as he pushed deeper inside you.
Finally, the glans of his cock popped through the first barrier, a primal moan escaping your lips as you stilled above him. With a newfound determination, you bore down on him again, the unbidden sound of your whimpers like music to his ears.
''You feel so-, so good-''Charles responded with a deep, rumbling noise, the barely coherent words reverberating through the air only to fuel your need to please him even more.
You choked on a disgruntled squawk as he lifted his hips, forcing himself another inch or so inside you. The sudden movement caught you off guard, causing you to sway above him, the tension in your loins doubling and threatening to overwhelm you.
''Mhm-'' Groaning deep in the back of your throat, you haltingly pivoted your hips, up, down, up and down.
Each movement a deliberate effort to loosen your passage and coat him in more arousal. With each motion, you felt the tension in your body ease, the sensation of him sliding against your inner walls igniting a fire within you.
As you started to lower yourself again, just a brief moment later, the penetration came easier, Charles' cock slipping effortlessly against your slickened walls until you were fully seated on his lap. With a heady sigh of pleasure, you tossed your head back, the sensation overwhelming your senses.
Taking advantage of your exposed vulnerability, Charles seized the opportunity to squeeze your breast in a tight grip, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.
''Look at you-'' He breathed, his voice heavy with adoration. ''So lovely when you’re enjoying yourself like this.''
Your whole body heaved and lurched at his praise, every single muscle in your shuddering frame locking up as you clamped down on him so hard it physically hurt.
A primal scream tore from your throat, echoing into the night sky as pure, unadulterated bliss rushed in to swarm your senses, completely overriding the faint discomfort of being stretched to the absolute limit.
In response to your climax, Charles groaned, his own pleasure evident as he let you ride out the waves of your ecstasy on his excitedly jumping cock. His hands grasped at your sides, fingers digging into the love handles he found there, holding onto you as if you were a lifeline in the midst of a storm.
Like a wild beast, you clawed at his flesh, your nails leaving red marks in their wake as you desperately sought release. His arms, shoulders, chest, anything you could reach became a canvas for your frenzied need as you bucked and spasmed throughout the throes of your ecstasy.
It was the sporadic squeezing of your cunt that finally milked the orgasm right out of him. You felt him stiffen beneath you, a grunt escaping his tightly clenched teeth as he violently twitched inside your body.
The abrupt pressure on your sweet spot had you seeing stars, your breath hitching as you swayed unsteadily on top of him, both of you lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment.
It took you a prolonged moment to start coming down from the blinding rush of endorphins, your senses still swimming in the aftermath of ecstasy. Each breath came short and quick, the air feeling heavy against your chest as you struggled to regain your composure.
Your skin was sticky with sweat and it effectively glued you to him, making even the simple act of lifting your head a taxing effort.
As you laid there, basking in the warmth of his embrace, you became aware of Charles gently petting your head, his touch a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves.
His fingers traced delicate patterns through your hair, smoothing down the unruly strands with a tenderness that brought a smile to your lips.
"Should I go thank Sean for this?" You murmured tiredly, the words slipping from your lips in a hazy whisper.
In response, Charles mumbled softly, his voice laced with warmth and affection, "Mhm, funny if you think that I'm gonna let you go anytime soon." The words were spoken with a hint of playfulness, the alcohol clearly waking him up instead of the opposite.
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Gloves | John Marston / Reader
Word count : 2.2k
Summary : John goes crazy over you dressed up for a job, more specifically your white gloves
Warnings/tags : cursing, blow job, piv, creampie, cowgirl, reader is female
John felt like a damn fool. His hungry eyes followed you around camp. It’s not like you’re walking around in your bloomers for god's sake. You’re fully covered, other than your shoulders, the sleeves of your dress resting on your biceps. You were getting ready to go on a job with Hosea, a rich dinner party he somehow weaseled his way into.
You were the best pickpocket in the gang, the best woman pickpocket anyway. You were acting as Hosea’s daughter, a debutante.
And shit you were playing the part. You were gorgeous, looking like a lady of high society. Part of him wondered if you could have had the life you were pretending to have. If you hadn’t fallen in with the gang, maybe you’d have gotten adopted by some rich folks. Instead of sleeping on cots you’d have a soft warm bed, maybe even servants to look after your needs. These thoughts cause a knot to form in his stomach, knowing he could never give you that life. The soft ringlets Mary Beth had styled fell down your shoulders gracefully as you walked towards the coach.
And those white gloves. Those damned white gloves.
They were only gloves for Christsake, they weren’t anything special. But he couldn’t help the tent growing in his jeans, he was sure there would be a permanent dent in them once he got them off. His face was burning, his eyes glancing around camp making sure no one noticed his… condition.
You were so elegant, pure. He wanted to ruin you, devour you, make you scream and cry under him. He ran his hand through his hair, he needed to get a hold of himself. You were his partner, not some doe eyed socialite. Although you did play the part well.
“Oh Marston.” You called, your hand on your hip as you stood in front of the stagecoach. That corset Tilly had squeezed you into was doing wonders for your silhouette, although he knew it must be uncomfortable. He got up, quickly adjusting himself before walking over to you. “Won’t you help a lady into her coach?” You asked in a soft voice, an air of sophistication in your tone.
“Now I don’t think you would qualify as a lady.” He teased, his eyes raking over you. You could feel the heat from his stare, washing over you in waves.
“Just help me in.” You said, raising an eyebrow, offering your hand to him, your other lifting up the edge of your dress.
Christ Almighty. John gulped, taking your dainty gloved hand in his own, the silky fabric soft against his calloused hands. “Thank you sir.” You giggled sitting down in the coach, leaning out of the window to press your lips against his scarred cheek. He covered up his breath hitching with a cough, nodding as he stepped back from the coach.
“You stay safe now.” He said putting his hands on his hips, not daring another glance lest he blow his load right here.
“Always am.” You chuckled as Hosea moved past John, sitting across from you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her.” He teased smirking at you.
“I know.” He nodded, turning on his heel and walking back to his tent.
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You and Hosea returned to camp with your pockets full. A successful haul between the two of you.
“Always a pleasure to work with you, miss Y/n.” Hosea said, helping you out of the coach. A broad smile splitting his face. “I’d have to say the same, Mr. Matthews.” You chuckled, letting out a small sigh as you stretched your back. Your eyes scanned the camp, looking for a certain member of the gang.
You hadn’t been able to get him off your mind all night. Wishing he was the one taking you to a stupid frilly party. The amount of times you had imagined him whisking you off to one of the private rooms. Especially after the look he gave you before you left with Hosea.
You could see John standing by your shared tent, his eyes just as dark and lustful as they were when you left.
“Hey there.” You smirked walking over to him, wrapping your arms sweetly around his neck. His breath hitched in his throat, you raised your eyebrow inquisitively, a small smirk on your lips.
“I missed ya,” He mumbled, with a small shrug, his eyes looking everywhere but your own.
“I wasn’t gone that long.” You chuckled, your white gloves threading through his hair. He let out a low groan as you tugged lightly at his raven locks.
“Corset bothering you?” He asked breathlessly, his hand trailing up your back.
“A little.” You nodded, seeing through his fake concern.
“Let me help you, yeah?” He asked so sweetly, turning you around in his grasp. His hand never strayed from your lower back as he led you into the tent, pulling the canvas flaps down.
You smirked, knowing exactly where this was headed. He would lay you down on the cot, slot his head between your thighs until you were crying out for him. Then, and only then, would he finally relent. Giving you exactly what you needed.
You didn’t know whether it was the adrenaline from the successful haul, or the way he had been eyeing you. Either way, you were practically drooling at the thought of his cock. You wanted- no needed to suck it. You turned in his grasp, before his deft fingers could pull free the laces from their knot. You pushed him back onto his cot, the back of his knees hitting the edge. He sat, looking up at you with his crooked, almost nervous, smile.
“Whatchu think you’re doing?” He asked, lowering his voice.
“Taking care of you, Marston.” You cooed, your hands gripping his thighs. He let out a shaky breath as you lowered yourself to your knees. You made sure to move your dress, as to not get it dirty. It was a beautiful gown, you didn’t want to tarnish it. Your knees hit the boar skin rug as you looked up at John. His boyish grin was long gone, replaced by the smirk of a hungry wolf.
You moved to take off your gloves before he stopped you.
“Those stay on.” He whispered, his eyes boring into yours.
“Yes sir.” You said softly, wetting your lips. You moved your hands to his belt, the buckle clinking as you threw it aside. His breath hitching as your hand brushed against his hardened bulge. You raised your eyes to meet his, feigning innocence as long as you could. You unbuttoned his pants pulling him out of his work jeans. His cock bounced against his stomach, he hissed in pleasure as you grasped him in your hand. His hands gripped the sides of the cot, already so sensitive when you had barely touched him.
“Let me take care of you cowboy.” You chuckled. He rolled his eyes at the tease before they went wide as you spread his precum over his head, effectively ruining your white gloves.
“Fuck darlin-“ He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he lets out a shaky breath.
“Feel good honey?” You whispered, your eyes flicking back up to him.
“Real good, feels real good.” He mumbled, his tongue wetting his lips.
You smirk, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he looks down at you, biting his lip to try and keep quiet. You lick the tip, swirling your tongue around before diving into the slit on his head.
“Fuck-“ He groaned, his hand coming to the back of your head. Gripping your hair tightly at the base of your skull. You grinned as you took him into your mouth, breathing slowly out your nose as you slid down. “Christ uh-“ He moaned as his head hit the back of your throat. Whatever you couldn’t take in your mouth you wrapped your hands around. You started bobbing your head, hollowing out your cheeks as John made the foulest noises you had ever heard. He was trembling under you, his hands twitching against the cot. His hips stuttered up into your mouth, making you gag around his cock, an obscene sound.
“Shit- sorry darlin-“ He whispered, you swallowed around him, your throat constricting around his cock. You pulled off of him with a wet pop, smiling up at him.
This was more like it, he loved that sweet ‘pure’ side you fronted, but this was who you truly were. A surge of pride ran through his chest, knowing he was the only one who got to see you like this. Your pupils blown with lust, precum and spittle dripping down your chin. He gathered the liquid onto his thumb, swiping it off of your chin. Your mouth opened obediently, taking his thumb in your mouth and sucking, hard.
“Gonna kill me one day, darlin’.” He choked, his jaw hanging open as he stared down at you.
“Oh I ain’t done yet.” You smirked standing up, you hooked your fingers in the waist band on your bloomers pulling them down. “I’m an honest girl, I wouldn’t leave you high and dry.” You lifted up the front of your dress, showing your bare mound off to John. His hands immediately flew to your waist, pulling you forward onto his lap. You bit your lip, batting your eyelashes at him as you rubbed yourself against him. The head of his dick catching your clit as you let out a low moan.
“Stop teasin’ woman.” John grunts, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you were sure they’d leave bruises. You smirked, raising yourself off his lap. You reached between the two of you, positioning his cock against your entrance. You lowered yourself slowly, feeling each and every inch until you were flush with his pelvis. You both let out soft moans as you sank down on him.
You started to move, grinding your hips into his, your clit brushing up against his pubic hair. Eliciting a high pitched whine from your mouth.
“Shit darlin-“ John choked, his hands fisting in the fabric of your dress.
You began to bounce on his cock, John’s hands moved to your ass, his fingers dimpling the flesh of your cheeks.
“Who’s ngh the cowboy now?” He whispered breathlessly, a satisfied smirk on his lips. Your legs were shaking as you continued to ride him, his hips raising to meet every one of your thrusts.
“Mmm John.” You hummed, biting your lip to keep quiet.
“Christ almighty.” John whimpers, his head falling into the valley of your breasts. He sucks at the curve of your tits, leaving marks everywhere visible. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He groans into your chest. Your legs burn, but there is no way you’d stop now. Not when John is a whimpering mess under you.
“Shit-“ You huffed, feeling that familiar coil tighten in your stomach. His cock rubbing up against that delicious spot inside of you.
“You gotta- fuck- stop squeezing me like that.” He muttered, squeezing your hips, rutting up into you like a damn dog in heat. You hang on for dear life, your hands gripping his shoulder as he pounds up into you. His hands moved to where the two of you connected, rubbing against your bundle of nerves. An electric shock ran up your spine, a sharp gasp leaving your lips.
“Atta girl.” He smirked, a satisfied smile on his lips. It was like you were thrown under water, everything went quiet as white hot pleasure shook through your body. Your orgasm crashing over you in waves. You bit down on your lip, trying to silence your moans.
“I’m not- I’m not gonna-“ He huffed, thrusting up into you.
“Let go.” You said breathlessly, your body going limp above him.
“Where?” He asked through gritted teeth.
“Inside, cum inside me.” You knew it wasn’t exactly smart, but damn it you needed to feel him. It was like you had triggered something animalistic inside him. He snarled, his hips lifting up off the cot as he pounded into you. No longer caring about your pleasure, just chasing his own high.
“God damn-“ He groaned, slamming you down once more on his hips. His orgasm triggered by your own as you clamped down on him, milking his cock for all it was worth.
You sighed, laying your head on his shoulder, still feeling his pulse inside of you. Your chest rising and falling against his own. His hands moved to your corset, unlacing it for you.
“Thanks.” You giggled, feeling the corset loosen around your chest.
“Mmhm.” He hummed, kissing your shoulder. He reached for your hand, pulling off your gloves. He leaned back, tucking them into his back pocket.
“Is that,” You chuckled breathlessly, “Is that what started this?” You asked looking up at him. His eyes widened, coughing as he looked to the side. His cheeks are going bright red under your interrogation.
“Nah,” He said, shaking his head, a nervous smile on his lips.
“Mmhm,” You hummed, kissing his cheek, “Your secret is safe with me.”
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tags: 18+ minors dni, / fingering / tit sucking / dirty talk /begging / spit / dacryphilia / fem reader /
john didn’t expect it to go this far.
he thought you would be in his tent, and talk to each other like you do every other night. when you sit in his lap, legs hanging of the edge of his cot with your boots off by the edge of the tent, just enough in sight to let others know you are in here. he can catch the movement of your stocking clad feet as they bounce idly through his story of his most recent adventure. john does not notice how your eyes, prettily framed by soft lashes stay focused on his lips until you say his name so sweetly.
“john? m’ sorry, but can i kiss you?” you ask gently, a hand on the lapel of his shirt as he blinks at you. you can catch a bit of pink on his cheeks and he laughs raspy and rickety at your request.
“you don’t need to ask darling - you know that.” john says grinning in the soft light that you can still get from the fireplace. you press a small one by the corner of his lip first.
“i like asking.” you mumble before pressing a proper kiss to his lips. something in his spine dances a light at the brush of your lips against his - a dangerous sweetness that clouds his mind with a fog that he more than happy to let consume him. it's hard to keep track of what happens next, his mind filled with the gentle brushes of his tongue against yours.
somehow the blouse you wear, the pretty cream-brown one that makes more than most turn their heads to look your way is unbuttoned along with your chemise. your chest is exposed and john isn’t a good enough of a man to keep his hands to himself. your breasts fit well into his hands, his fingers tweaking at your nipples and squeezing hard enough to make you whine into his mouth.
you moan his name and beg, looking at him with pretty glassy eyes and push yourself higher on his lap - the way you hike your own skirts up as if to invite him in makes him chuckle in between your lips.
“want my fingers, my darlin’? that why you’re begging for me?” there’s a wickedness to him when he asks that - a wild hunger that you think the wolves imparted onto him up in the frost covered mountains. you whimper, oh so prettily, looking at him with biggest set of pleading eyes he’s ever seen as you beg for him breathlessly.
“please, please john - can i please have your fingers?” it tastes sweet on his tongue, your earnest eagerness and how you do not hide your desperation from him. john let’s it settle in his mouth and digs his teeth in to not let it go. his hand, so large and scared makes it up the smooth cotton of your stockings and he expects to touch the matching cotton of your bloomers only to be met with the heated silk of your skin.
john hisses, teeth bared at you as he realizes you have forgone bloomers long before you settled in his tent with the desire for him.
“dirty little thing. took em’ off for me already?” you whine, and nod letting your hands come to wrap his wrist to anchor yourself from the lust that wants to bubble over and out of you.
“y-yes, wanted to make it easy for you.”
john doesn’t think he’s had his hands up a girl’s skirt this fast before.
you are wet, sticky and soft for his finger tips as you let out sweet little noises when his index brushes over the bud of your clit. he nips at your lip when you yelp a little too loud when his manages to get his finger inside you. you whimper his name when he curls it inside you, gasping when he manages to slip another next to it. john fucks you relentlessly with his fingers like that, curling and spreading them with his thumb keeping at your flushed clit. all the while you are gasping his name, nails digging and clawing at the pale skin of his wrist as you press yourself closer to john’s sturdy form.
his dark eyes are focused in how the soft inside of your thighs glisten with your wanting in the scant light that bleeds in from the part of tent flap that’s still open. movement catches john’s eyes from where they were pinned - he watches at how one hand goes to play with one of your breasts. each time you pinch or pull at your sensitive nipples you whine a little higher or clench a little tighter and it’s to no one’s surprise that john can’t himself but to bend his head faster than you ever seen him move to take one nipple in his mouth.
your hand that was busy with that pursuit of pleasure flies to your mouth in order to silence the deafening squeal at how good it feels to have john lick and suck at your breast. it’s too much and just want you need - the harshness at how his fingers milk your cunt and the way his mouth sucks at your tight, sensitive nipple,
you cum without warning and only manage to whine out john’s name from behind your hand with a defeated squeal.
“john - john, please, i came -“ you whimper eyes glimmering with tears sweetened by your pleasure as you try to push his head away. john obeys, like the obedient dog he is for you and you alone. it makes you blush, makes your cunt flitter around his fingers that are still inside you at how a string of spit follows his mouth only to break and drip down the hard peak of your nipple from john’s ministrations.
he tilts his head up to kiss your proper, deeply as if you are the deer and he the wolf. you don’t even realize that you’ve been pushed back on the cot until you open your blurry eyes - rimmed with red to look up at john. you are so pretty, if john was a lesser man he’d weep above you at how you look at him with the widest, most trusting gaze in the world to see you like this.
spread out and wanting for him, and him alone.
“gonna give you a sec okay? wanna pleasure my girl real good tonight.” he mutters to you, voice rough like a wolf’s growl in the night. it makes your heart race and you make a noise of embarrassed wanting. you tilt your head up to look at him, hair fanning your face in a way that john could only describe at artful.
“anything you want john.” you mumble, voice soft and tongue loose from cumming once and it makes john grin from above.
“that pretty mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble,” scarred hands have your skirts to your stomach and john moans at the sight of your stockings and garter covered thighs. your cunt is exposed and strands of cum stick to the mound of your cunt in a way that makes him shudder.
“you’re in for a long night, be good and quiet for me, yeah?” you nod, so sweetly, so obediently john is quick to reward you with returning his fingers to your cunt and his mouth to your breasts.
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sucking john marston off in his tent :)
he has to stay quiet. even though it’s late and everyone should be asleep he can’t risk it.
but…. your mouth feels so good
he lets out a deep groan as you make eye contact with him, his fingers tangle in your hair
he can’t help but buck his hips up into your mouth, making you choke
“sh-shit, ‘m sorry…. sorry, baby” he’s panting now, his grip on your hair tightening
“you jus’ feel so good”
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john marston x f!reader
cw: john marston x reader, afab reader, smut 18+ mdni!, porn with little to no plot, slight dubcon, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), drunk sex, missionary/mating press… creampie, slight dark content
a/n: rdr2 brainrot… practicing smut… lots of thoughts… head NOT empty..
word count: 2k.
You can’t remember what led you to this mess.
Countless beer bottles laid beside a creaky old bed both you and John were sitting on, the owner of this cabin likely long gone by the state of the place. You don’t remember how you got here, or why you were here, or why you stayed. If you thought John only had the time to down endless amounts of liquor back at camp, you were dead wrong. You were almost disgusted by it, the scene upon walking inside the broken down hut making you scoff at the man leaning against the bed frame, bottle in hand. So, why did you stay?
More importantly, why did you pick up a beer bottle and crack one open for him? Why did you pick up another and chug it beside him? Why did the bitter taste of the beer gradually get so good the more you drank, and why didn’t you stop yourself?
You smiled drunkenly, the reason why you came to pick up the outlaw having completely slipped your mind. You cared less and less the more you drank, with his accepting gaze only encouraging you. If you thought about it for more than a second, maybe it was his conniving nature and ability to beautifully persuade you into drinking so much. Maybe he wanted something out of you, but none of these thoughts lasted. Not without being overridden by your own desires.
Eyeing the man beside you, a thought ran through your mind, and you couldn’t swipe it away. Your eyes ignored your mind’s pleas to think logically, when you could only stare at John in awe as he droned on about something you were sure neither of you could understand. You laughed when he laughed, your eyes flickering down to his unbuttoned v-neck almost instinctively. You wanted to run your fingers through his chest hair.
You couldn’t remember what you were going to bring John in for, when the throbbing of your core intensified as he’d rim the bore of his booze to catch any and every stray droplet rolling down the cold glass. His expertise in using his lips and tongue was something you've never seen before; not from him, unless it was to throw snappy remarks to whoever bothered going back and forth with him at camp.
You weren't sure if you were testing him or testing yourself, self-doubt leaving you hesitant as you flickered your gaze to his lips, and then to his calloused hands. Your heart dropped for a split second when John caught you staring in between your extensive silence, and in that moment you could’ve sworn he was testing you, too. So when your hand upon drunken impulsivity brought his to the warmth between your legs, both of you knew what the other wanted in an instant.
"Like.. This?"
His tongue dragged up against your clit with torturous sluggishness as his eyes remained locked onto your face throughout, your heart skipping at the shameless act.
Without waiting for an answer, John wordlessly inserted a finger before placing a kiss on the same bud, his eyes shutting out of what you could only think to be his own pleasure.
Breathing out at the unannounced contact, you couldn't help but nod in a rush, despite your mind spinning from both the alcohol in your system and the high you got from John finally on you.
"Like that.. L-Like that, John.."
His eyes fluttered open slightly, intrigue lacing on what little you could see of his face. Slipping his finger out before pumping it back in, he smirked against your inner thigh, his eyes squinting at your lustful expression.
"Mm, like this? Do I continue doin' this?"
He was clearly toying with you, but you didn't have half the mind to care nor fight against it, your lack of senses only wanting more. Even while tipsy and desperate, he couldn't resist pushing you to the edge as best he could. You nodded rapidly, your teeth digging into your finger as tears brimmed from the levels of pleasure he was slowly introducing to you, little by little.
"Yes.. Yes..!" You huffed, rutting your hips up slightly. He hummed with enjoyment.
"Aren't you just a sight for sore eyes."
John mused at your desperation, his lips moving against the sensitive skin of your pussy. You helplessly whined, a second finger inserting inside you before you could react. The rolling of your hips came to an abrupt stop when he curled the two pointers inside of you, rewarding him with a gasp and a moan from your lips. His lips locked onto your clit immediately, stimulating you in ways you didn’t think possible.
"You don't mind me speeding up, now, do you darling?" He teased as he sat up, his eyes for once flickering down to watch his digits move in and out of your cunt. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, his pants tightening at the crude sight. His other hand had his thumb pull back your flap to get a better look of the pink flesh beneath your bush, and with your heart pounding in your ears and your surroundings spinning, you moaned at his fingers expectedly increasing pace.
"N- mmh," you answered—if you could even call that an answer—and his smirk only widened. Jesus, it was just too good. Your contorted face only egged him on as he spit on the exiting fingers, the lewd sound of wetness working together inside your pussy making you flush with embarrassment.
Placing kisses all around your groin, he flickered his gaze back up to you, a dark look in his coffee-colored eyes.
“It's too much, isn't it? Y'want me to stop?"
He knew what you were going to say within that second, when your eyes widened and your head shook the other way. You were so drunk, but that question alone might’ve sobered you up quicker than any cold plunge would, when your blurry eyes glossed over the expectant, smug grin on John's face.
"No! It feels good, John, it does.. It feels.."
Panicking as his fingers fully slid out of you to leave you clenching around nothing, you looked up desperately as he towered over you. Were you the only one drunk?
"How good?"
You didn't waste any time answering, starting with a slurred "Really, really..-"
..Until you felt the sudden feeling of his fingers rim your lips, before they surely inserted themselves into your mouth. You hummed a moan as he let you suck on both your pussy juices and his saliva from his soaked digits.
Happily doing so, John snickered above you disparagingly. He absorbed the sight of you, took a mental picture of it with clear vision. You were so sexy drunk.
"My sweet, obedient angel.." He hummed mockingly, his other hand fidgeting with his belt.
Eyeing him with what little view you had of him, your stomach jumped excitedly at the distant sound of him sucking his teeth in and his belt hitting the wooden floor.
With your tongue swirling around to mop up all you could from the fingers still in your mouth, he then pulled them out, emitting a small "pop!"
Leaning down to replace them, his wet lips met with your drooling ones, your mouth hungrily accepting his into a deep kiss. The lingering taste of beer and your own fluids clouded your mind, enough to further you into your drunken state as John rubbed your clit with preparation.
Feeling his erection hit your entrance and slide up against it with teasing languor, you whined, the sound escaping the kiss for a brief moment.
As he rocked his hips back and forth for a moment, you writhed beneath him as his tip pressed against your clit with each motion, the movement alone driving you insane.
"You want it, baby?" He grunted, his voice peaking at the pet name as the adrenaline of being so close to fucking you letting his big and bad demeanor falter. Whether or not he was drunk, or at the very least less drunk than you, he couldn’t conceal his excitement to fuck you. It’s all he wanted. Today, last week, the last few months. He needed to fuck you, so inwardly, he thanked Dutch for sending you out here to find him. It all worked out.
You watched him through half-lidded eyes as tears threatened to fall for the pleasure he was withholding from you.
"Yes, John. Please.."
"How bad, darling? How bad y’want my cock inside you?"
You whined with arousal, your head cocking to the side with slight resistance to letting the man hear what he wants. For someone drunk, he was plenty self-aware, wasn’t he?
..You figured it was already too late to play coy, with John having seen and ruled you from below and how you squirmed for more of his touch from his tongue and fingers alone. Was he just that good?
"Really b-bad, fuck—I need it inside me so fucking bad, John!" You cried, leaving him with a satisfied feeling in his chest. John in departure left a trail of kisses on your neck and collarbones, before straightening his back.
Firmly placing his hands on both sides of your hip, he licked his lips in preparation as he looked down at his tip gently kissing your entrance. His tongue dragged along his bottom lip as he inserted himself with careful precision, your eyes fluttering shut slowly when he finally separated your walls and worked himself inside you with his length. Testing the slick of your pussy as he slowly pulled out, he couldn't help but release a whimper as you tightened around him.
"F-fuck, you're so—"
Sliding his hands to the back of your plush thighs and pushing them into your chest, he collapsed back down onto you, his hips almost immediately ramming back into your warmth. Yelping with pure bliss consuming you, you watched as John squeezed himself in between your legs, his cock burying so deep inside you that your vision doubled.
“Like this? Like this, (Y/n)? This what y’wanted? Feels good, doesn’t it?”
John was good at running his mouth. Maybe it was all he was good for, outside of fucking you like his life depended on it. But with words dripping with need for validation alongside jumbled obscenities rolling off his tongue like normal, your head spun from the repeated yeses that echoed in your mind.
“Mm, y-yes, John! Yes! Fuck!”
You gasped when your lower back rose from the warmth underneath you, before letting a drawled out moan escape your lips when John drove himself inside you again, his head hitting your cervix once, and then twice. Three times.
Feeling drool run down your chin as the smell of sweat and sex consumed your senses, you focused on the slapping of skin reverberating throughout the room, the dirty sound tightening the knot in your stomach. You were sure your high that was building up was close to crashing down.
So good.. It felt so good. The way John’s fingers dug deep into the flesh of your thighs as his movement became sporadic and desperate.. you could tell he was close, too.
Locking your eyes onto his concentrated ones, you clasped his hands with your own, pushing your knees deeper into your chest.
“Cum.. inside. Fill me up, Marston—“
Whether it was the alcohol or the fire in your loins talking, you couldn’t bring yourself to retract your statement as stars formed in your hazy vision. You could worry later; right now, the pleasure was so intense, you let whatever came to mind ride off your tongue without regret. Your moans echoed in the confines of the small cabin, and with John being more than happy to fulfill your request, a string of words he fantasized about leaving your lips for as long as he could remember, a whine droned through his lips as his cock hit a final thrust inside you. Your climax hit you like a truck when you squealed at the sensation of his cum filling you, John rocking back and forth slowly to ride out his orgasm.
Breathing in and out, you watched as John grunted while pulling out, seed somehow still spilling out and hitting the underside of your thighs, painting you.
You couldn’t move as you watched his hand stroke the final beads of cum out in between your framing legs, and with a satisfied sigh, John crashed down beside you. Staring at you as he slowly calmed down, he brushed a strand of hair away from your wet forehead.
“Did.. Did you like that?”
Still in between attempts to catch your breath, you stared at John, your vision hazy as it was since this started. You nodded slowly, your eyes fluttering shut from the sudden need to pass out from exhaustion.
“…Yeah.”
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never again
John Marston x F! reader
Spoilers: RDR2 ch1
Content: 18+ mdni, NFSW, m/f smut, drunk sex, praise, pervert warning, canon typical events / violence, possible unintentional spelling mistakes, grammar errors I couldn’t be bothered to fix.
Type: second pov / (wc - 1442) / pc: me
Summary: a night of drinking never goes unpunished
You stirred awake to a shadow looming in the tent. The soft clanking of metal, and clicking of spurs from unsteady steps made your breath hitch. Now propped up on your elbows, your heavy eyes managed to follow the man fumbling in the darkness.
Through your delirium, incoherent murmurs must have escaped you which warranted a response.
“jus’ me, hush.”
John’s whisper, soft like butter, melted your body back onto the bedroll. It only took three words from the man to bring you the security he offered, in more ways than one.
“s’alright.”
John reassured through a strain, knowing he startled you all too often— whether it was a late night drinking, or a guard shift.
Your shared tent was tucked behind the medicine wagon, close enough for John to keep an eye on you, but far enough for some privacy the man so desperately requested.
Soon enough his body was united with yours, a welcoming embrace of tobacco and whiskey that never failed to blanket you with comfort during the night.
His chest vibrated against your back as he hummed, rejoicing in the mutual comfort that he brought you. John’s hand ran down your side, calloused palms snagging on the fabric as he worked against it. Your torso trembled, anticipating his every action as he was soon consumed by a different high. His lack of rationalization from the whiskey radiated off him with a feverish heat that pulsed over you.
“c’mon sweetheart.”
The vague and needy words dissipated as quickly as they formed. Your eyes met his, a certain sadness sunk within his dull blue wells, glossed and masked over with the liquid dopamine he poured every night.
Turning to his embrace, your hands weaved through his shirt, both unclasping the buttons and beckoning him. An offer John gladly took as you positioned yourself for his body on top of yours.
With one arm propping himself over you, and the other tussling at his waist. His rehearsed movements in the dark had to be second nature by now.
The wind rippled through the fabric of the tent, momentarily welcoming in the moonlight. Allowing you to catch a glimpse of the man over you, the blue beams kissing the raw scars on his cheek.
There was no doubt John got off easy,
The wolves could have taken much more from him, but managed to be more forgiving than any BlackWater lawman could have been.
You let out an impatient protest as his hands continued to fumble, temporarily appeasing you with his lips.
His stubble dragging across your collarbone made you shutter. John’s kisses were usually coated in whiskey, only to leave you with a different high than the one he chased earlier.
“you’ve been eyeballin’ me all day, missy.”
He remarked against your skin, a slight drawl presenting itself as he freed your torso from your shirt.
You felt your cheeks heat up, both from his words, and your naked state. Despite John knowing your body just damn well as his own, everytime managed to feel like the first.
John always caught your eyes on him. Sweat beading down his forehead as he worked an axe effortlessly, it was almost as if the man was beautifully built for manual labor. You were infatuated with the way his biceps would flex while his toned muscles peeked through the shirt that clung to him with every move. He would eventually meet your indiscreet gaze with amusement, knowing very well he would be all over you at night's arrival.
Your eyes would simply linger a moment longer, despite being caught red handed. He couldn't help but to admire your boldness, a confidence hidden within you not needing to be boasted about for validation.
“Someone’s gonna hear—“
You cooed, your worries being thrown away by the hungry lips and hands that carassessed your breasts.
John grumbled, not bothered to remove his attention from your neck. Throughout his buzzed state, his hands became coordinated, grasping at and invading every part of your bare skin available to him.
How sweet he thought you were, a blank canvas only for him cast upon. A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt a small nibble on your neck. His excitement demonstrated through the smile plastered against your skin, along with a hard spot pressing against your leg.
“keep those little lips quiet, now.”
John commanded with a whisper, his rough fingertips ghosting their way across your waist to free you from your restricting garments.
His drunken staggering alone was enough to wake the others, but the man always blamed you for being too noisy.
Perhaps it was his own pride, cocky words he could not help but to boast— he reckoned it ain’t his fault he’s so good in the sheets. Hell, he can’t help how he makes you feel.
“such a good girl for me, ain’t ya?”
John murmured through a soft moan, just the thought of you made him ache, his body begging for the release you so willingly gave him.
His pants were finally kicked down and bunching up just below his knees. Before words could be spoken they were interrupted by John’s fingertips that raised to his lips, a dollop of spit being dispersed onto them.
A brash groan left his lips and graced your rosy cheeks while his hand stroked up the shaft of his cock— either unneeded preparation, or a ritual of his, you couldn’t tell.
Your torso knotted and quivered against him, impatience consuming your every move. Quiet moans escaped you as the head of his cock met your slick entrance, always proving his preparation irrelevant.
“Jesus, woman— this worked up over me?”
The man beamed with a husky chuckle, not realizing the volume of his voice until your palm smacked his chest.
More of a tease at your dismay, John couldn’t help but to always comment on it. Your wetness was a mere reminder he always took pride in.
His smug smile eventually twisted into a bitten lip as he eased himself into you, the lack of self control overrunning any wit to him he had left.
“that’s it,”
John praised gently, his jaw going lax as his length slipped further in you. A rugged hand clasped over your mouth as his hips began to thrust. His half-lidded eyes eventually meeting yours.
Your eyes held so much trust for him, trust he was never sure how he earned in the first place. How he wished he could hear the moans of his name, but instead focused on the shared pleasure you gave him. With your walls contracting and fluctuating around him, he thought it was nearly too much to handle.
“Marston! It's your shift!”
A nasally demand rang from outside the tent.
Through your ecstasy, you had no recollection of any steps approaching, and neither did John— god only knows how long the pervert was loitering outside the thin canvas.
“Christ!”
The shriek of horror that left John’s lips, you could have sworn he saw a ghost. Springing up at your feet, his pants were yanked up and manhood tucked away while you scrambled for cover.
John stormed out with a stumble, so many feelings of wrong and right flooding through and past him like the wind.
“Goddamnit— Williamson—“
He sputtered in disbelief, arms gesturing violently towards the man’s mug.
“If I didn’ know any better, I reckon you’d like hearin’ my woman.”
John barked at the man, the shock in his tone long erased by bitterness.
You hid in your palms, the embarrassment burning through your cheeks, and the airborn tension that managed to leak into the tent.
The silence John created was painful, if it wasn’t obvious enough already, the entire camp was now aware of you two.
The pause was eventually broken with a nasty hawk and spit, along with curses that ran off of John’s tongue. His pleasant night with you was quickly turning into a sober guard shift.
John trudged back through the tent flaps in defeat, retrieving his discarded gun belt at your feet with a frown plastered on his face, gently illuminated by the lantern he now held.
“never again in camp.”
The man scowled to himself, the risk of waking the others was long gone— if he had to be miserable, so did everyone else trying to sleep.
With John’s attention circling back to you, another kiss, just as needy as before, was placed on your lips, lingering for a moment before meeting his impending doom.
His boots were haphazardly pulled on with a struggle. You repeated his words, a small grin crept upon you in his state of frustration.
“never again.”
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NSFW ALPHABET: JOHN MARSTON
MINORS DNI // 18+ ONLY
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
• a little quiet, using the moment to catch his breath and adjust himself.
• he’d probably clean you with the closest thing to him (his bandanna, whatever clothes surround you).
• will pull you under his arm and caress your waist while enjoying the silence.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
• John probably has low self esteem because of his scars so he doesn’t really think of himself as attractive.
• ( likes his hands and fingers when teasing you during foreplay: “ Hmm, this pussy gets so tight roun’ my fingers.” ).
• Your breasts!! no matter the size, shape, or color, he will definitely grab them any chance he gets.
• Loves to lay his head between them when you two are alone!!
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
• will definitely come close to cumming inside you sometimes.
• cums on your chest because he loves seeing his spend drip down your nipples, off your breasts, on your thighs.
• (^^ especially if you’re holding your breast and his cum gets on your fingers!!).
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
• wants to cum inside because he wants to feel your pussy milk his cock while being fully wrapped in your warmth.
• LOVES when you beg and whine a little during sex. (when you say to him, “mmm, you’re so big inside me!!” , “oh John, please fuck me faster!).
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
• Yes, but I don’t think he’s very confident in his abilities.
• Learned through working girls in whatever town was closest to camp in his wild and adventurous youth. (obviously excluding Abigail from this)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
• The Pretzel Drip!!
• Fucking your leaking heat as you look in his eyes while he plays with your breasts, pinching your nipples.
• Spreads your legs wild open so he can lean over your body and nip on your nipples while fucking you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
• Probably starts with some snarky remarks that get outta hand between you two and he gets flustered then takes you somewhere more private.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
• probably average based on his hair length and stubble.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
• cautious and definitely waits for you to give him signals to keep going or stop, (especially when you guys first start sleeping together).
• focuses on you more during foreplay because he loves teasing you and gets a little pussy-drunk when inside you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
• Simple answer, no. John would probably wait until you two are alone.
• BUT… if you’re gone on a job or hunt and he’s been drinking that night??
• He’ll fantasize about you, thinking about your little noises and slick heat. Quickly snaps out of it and rushes to his tent. Palms himself before impatiently pulling out his cock.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
• Cockwarming: LOVES having you completely wrapped himself and feeling your wet pussy clenched down
• Teasing: not necessarily him making fun of you but more so YOUR reactions to him and what he says.
• Titjob: when he’s sitting down and you’re kneeling in front of him, jerking your breasts up and down his cock while lickin his tip, it will take everything in him not to bust.
• Exhibitionism: in the form of quickies in the sense that, if John sees a chance with you in an alleyway, secluded train car, or in the open woods.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
• In a real bed preferably at a hotel or cabin, so you guys can also be away from the gang for total privacy.
• (but if the opportunity presents itself, he’ll snatch it so damn fast).
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
• Honestly, attention from you turns him on, ( gets in his own head and likes when you ground him).
• if you wear a shirt/dress with a low-cut or a few top buttons undone, he can’t help but stare before noticing he’s hard.
• When you’re a little mad because then when you two fuck, you’ll be on top and he’ll be playing with your breasts, (win-win in his eyes).
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
• Causing any pain to the point where it actually harms you (would feel very guilty and somewhat reclusive about sex until you reassure him).
• Anything that would de-masculine him, (because he’s a bit self conscious) so pegging or being tied up.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
• personally receiving because he loves it when your tongue twists around his shaft (thinks your mouth feels so nice and warm, and whines a little when he hits the back of your throat).
• If he’s giving then his tongue will go down to your opening and tease it then clamps his mouth around your clit, harshly sucking on it before devouring you.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
• Usually faster because he gets off to your noises and breasts bouncing up and down. He works you open with fingers while teasing your clit, making sure you’re dripping before shoving his cock inside you and setting a quick rhythm.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
• happens when there’s a safe opportunity.
• he LOVES them because he can be in any mood and feel instantly better if he gets to feel you dripping down him.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
• With both your lifestyles, you two constantly are risking your necks, so I don’t think so.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
• He can last about 3-4 rounds before needing a break.
• Usually holds himself off and waits for you to finish at least once or twice before he cums.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
• it’s 1899, so no.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
• When fingering you, he LOVES to tease since he lives for the noises you make, the feeling of your hot, slick pussy between his fingers, your hands gripping his arm and blankets.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
• He really does try to be quiet when you guys are in camp.
• But alone: the sound of grunts, raspy pants and his teasing can be heard among you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
• Whenever you whine, sometimes John teases your moans with a “yeah?” In a deep raspy voice.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
• 7 ½ inches, average thickness with prominent veins
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
• Pretty average and would get higher after you guys are together.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
• Either stays awake longer than you do, thinking about you, whatever’s happening to the gang, or himself
• Or instantly curls beside you so he can feel your warmth and softness against him.
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THE ONE WHERE YOU REFUSE TO KEEP QUIET. . !
𝝑𝑒 contents: john marston x female reader, nsfw, modern au (sawry im a sucker for 'em), cunnilingus, fingering, pet names (pretty & darling), pussy drunk john. . . 754 words
𝝑𝑒 a/n: dabbling in a diff fandom for my comeback to writing is crazy ik but i hope u all enjoy regardless :3 im rusty i alr know
“did i ever tell you about what happened at my work last week?”
you let out a shaky breath as you cautiously ran your fingers through the hair of the man who is currently situated between your legs, eagerly lapping at your dripping cunt collecting everything you could offer to him.
there’s a momentary lack of a response from your companion, your question hangs in the thin air as the crude sounds of squelching bounces off the walls alongside with your airy moans that seep out more than intended to.
you rack your fingers once more through his long hair and tug at his roots which aids as a warning.
with not enough force to seriously hurt him, but for a low guttural groan to escape from his chest causing small vibrations against your already sensitive pussy.
he apologetically sucks on your puffy clit before he comes up for air then replaces his hot mouth with two fingers to rub tight circles on your nub, “no, pretty, you haven’t. what happened at work?” he inquired with a strained expression on his face.
his pupils are blown out and unstable as he quickly shifts his focus between your glowy face and your pussy that’s aching to be stuffed by him. however, you were pretty adamant on him eating you out instead.
john ducks his head back in between the plush of your thighs continuing his ministrations, noticeably slowing his pace for you to get your words out.
you whine with a small buck of your hips, “apparently we’re having some budget cuts nggh in a f-few weeks. . . which —oh fuckk— also includes employees.”
“uh-huh?” john mumbles against you. your words enter one of his ear and exits the other, more focused on alternating from long vertical strides from your hole to your clit then skillfully circling around it with his tongue.
his calloused hand grips at your ass pulling you even closer to his face in attempt at get every last drop.
“y-yeah, and my manager had the damn nerve to—mghm keep doing that and i’ll cum~”
your chest heaves as john spreads open your folds to dip his tongue into your pussy, visibly enjoying the way you desperately clench around the wet muscle.
he deeply chuckles and you shiver due to his stubble scratching at your skin, “what did your manager do, darling?” he incoherently slurs his words but you were able to pick it up.
“she broke the news during rush hour. i-i mean what a bitch, right!”
“a bitch indeed,” he affirms as he slowly pushes two fingers in your wet hole, ogling at the way you take his digits with ease, fully coating them with your slick.
you throw your head backwards against the leather couch that’s supporting your back. you once again find residence in his black locks, roughly tugging this time around.
a broken whimper lively dances off your lips as your eyes roll back; you could feel the coil forming in the pit of your stomach.
“feels so good… don’t fuckin' stop..” you mindlessly ushered out. the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out, dragging against your tight walls as well as the added pleasure of his tongue swirling and suckling at your sensitive clit almost has you over the edge.
just when john finally thought he’d shut you up for good this time, your lewd moans and pants get broken down till you find the strength to add another comment about your dilemma.
“a-and there’s talk of my f-favourite coworker—”
“—ya know, how about you tell me the rest of ya little story after i make you cum.” john interrupts your soon-to-be babbling session, stopping all of his movements altogether.
he places a chaste kiss onto your clit and looks at you for permission to continue. you nod with a squeaky whine, already dizzy and eager for him to resume.
“oh darling, what am i ever gonna do with you?” he whispered against your cunt as he continued pumping his fingers at a steady albeit fast pace and quickly reattached his mouth back on your clit.
you soon cum hard on his fingers followed by a few more tugs at his hair to signal you were ready to tap out.
he licks his fingers, maintaining eye contact as he groans loudly at the taste of you. so sweet. . .just for him.
his voice is hoarse as he slips your panties back on and then gives you his undivided attention,
“so…what was that about your favourite coworker?”
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John Marston does the leg thing. You CANNOT convince me otherwise
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Could we get some sex hcs for Dutch, John, Charles, and Arthur (maybe even both sides of the honor spectrum) for how they are in bed and what kinks you think they'd have?
Kinks HC
(Dutch Van Der Linde, John Marston, Charles Smith, Arthur Morgan)
Warnings: smut, size kink, mommy kink, lactation kink, foot fetish, bdsm dynamics, daddy kink, sadomasochism, asphyxiation
Arthur Morgan
Size kink for sure
If you're especially smaller compared to him it drives him crazy
Would use his strength to his advantage and carry you while y'all fuck
Pins you down with his weight, holds you in place, carries you around, etc
Grips the head board...
Has probably broken a bed or two
High honor would mean he'd be a lot more considerate of your pleasure and what you want. Much gentler and passionate. Sex with high honor Arthur would feel a lot more like love making, but if you have requests for something a little rougher he'll indulge you in that. He'd be mindful of his size relative to you but it'd still be a huge turn on for him
Much like with high honor, low honor Arthur would also find a huge turn on in the size difference. Though he'd be a lot more selfish with pleasure. Not to say he wouldn't keep your enjoyment in mind, but he'd always get his nut in no matter what. One way or another. Also this man FUCKS, not necessarily makes love. Rough as hell and he finds enjoyment in your debauched flace and pleads. Will probably mock your moans for enjoyment.
John Marston
I said it before. Mommy kink. Let me elaborate.
Definitely a tits man, so he'd probably have a lactation kink too. Would beg to suck on your breasts when you're pregnant. Handles your chest like they're some treasure he needs to be careful with.
Aboslutely awestruck by the way your breasts increase in size throughout your pregnancy.
Gets antsy and hot and bothered whenever you lactate through your shirt.
Practically BEGS on his KNEES just to get a taste
As for the mommy kink, this is when he's submissive in bed
Probably likes it when you're rough on him when you're domming
I'm talking hair pulling, slapping, ordering him around
Calls you mommy the entire time and tries to get a nipple in his mouth whenever he can
Motherless behavior
Also feet, but that's a fetish. I can just see him frequently asking for foot jobs.
Charles Smith
I feel like he'd be pretty vanilla, but he'd still be flexible depending on what you like and what he's willing to do
One of the things he'd be more willing to do is asphyxiation. A gentle squeeze of your neck to putting you in a choke hold while he flexes
Is iffy about it but once he sees your red face and your eyes roll back he's all for it
Also praise! Any form of positive reinforcement in the bed room is a green flag for him.
Uses the most gentle and flowery words to take and make you feel comfortable
BRO JUST IMAGINE HIM SAYING "Good girl" IN HIS VOICE IM DECEASED
Also wouldn't mind letting you dom him once in a while. Would be down to be tied up. Thinks the trust aspect that comes with it is super attractive.
Dutch Van Der Linde
Roleplay 100%. Think it's fun to pretend to be other people. Supplies costumes, jewelry, props, anything to make it more realistic. Will even do location changes for it.
Wants to be called sir during sex, any other title or name and he'll view it as deserving of punishment
Brat taming, so be as bratty and bitchy as you want, he'll find a way to break you
Likes blindfolds, gags, bondage, leather
I can also see him pouring candle wax on you. Gets a rise out of inflicting these things on you
Likes to command you to do things such as laying down, spreading your legs, getting on yout knees, etc...
He sets the scene and everything, rose petals, candles inside his tent, slow music, he puts thought into EVERY detail
Now that I think about it maybe a daddy kink. For times when he's feeling dirtier and rougher he'll want you to call him daddy.
Thinks its so scandalous and it makes him feel so giddy
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How do I explain to people that Arthur Morgan is my lovely husband and John Marston is my slutty mistress?
#maybe say 'I make sweet love to Arthur and spit in John's mouth before i slap his ass'#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#john marston#arthur morgan smut#arthur morgan x reader#john marston smut
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Okokok but that John and Javier post just made me have thoughts 👀 reader sitting on johns lap reverse cowgirl and he leans up to wrap his arms around her waist and rest his head on her back the same way ohhh my god!!!!
Hold on lemme just-
His hot breath puffed against your neck, your bare back stuck to his chest with sweat. His hips lazily rolled up into yours, his cock rubbing up against the deepest parts of you. It wasn’t often you got moments alone like this. Moments when he could really take his time taking you apart.
“Squeezing’ me so good sweetheart.” He muttered, his hand splayed across your stomach, pressing down just enough for stars to dance behind your eyes. “Yeah, ya like that?” He asked, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear. He began to place open mouthed kisses down your neck onto your shoulder. Sucking hard, his teeth scraped against your sensitive skin.
Your head lolled up and down, as you squeezed your eyes tight. Pleasure shot up your spine as the coil inside you tightened. His large hands moved down, pushing your thighs apart. With your legs on either side of his, you were completely at his mercy as he began to pick up his pace.
So impatient
He rested his chin on your shoulder. Looking down your front as his hands moved back up your body. Your tits bouncing with every thrust, his chest rumbled with a pleased hum.
“John I’m-“ You panted, your mouth hanging open. He flicked your nipple, pinching it to get it nice and erect. Your moans spurring on his movements, inching closer and closer to your peak. His skillful hands tweaked your nipple and it was enough to send you over the edge. Your pussy soaking his cock as he groaned deeply in your ear.
“Fuck darlin’.” His forehead dropped to your shoulder, snarling as he began to rut up into you like a feral dog. Your walls still fluttered around him as he neared his release. “Please.” He whimpered in your ear, knowing exactly what he was asking of you.
“Fill me up.” You moaned, laying your head back on his shoulder. His hips stuttered as he came apart, moaning incoherently into your ear. Holding your legs apart as you twitched under him.
His calloused hands rubbed the most gentle circles onto your thighs. His chest rapidly rose and fell against your back. He pulled one of his hands away from legs, cupping your jaw as he tilted your head back. Claiming your mouth with a searing kiss
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tags: 18 minors dni / penetration / overstimulation / crying / praise / john marston please stop haunting me
john doesn’t think he’ll find another more beautiful sight than you beneath him like this. starry eyed and flushed as your chest rises with each breath. you whimper his name - so sweetly, just for him and it makes him groan as you tighten around him. his eyes, the dark cloud of restraint they are look down where it is you are connected. you’re soaked and soft, cum from when he pushed you over the peak of completion sticks to the inside of your thighs and you flutter around the thick length him when he shifts to grip your thighs to spread you a little further open.
“jesus - sweetheart, fuck you’re tight f’me.” john’s slurring his words and he feels drunk ; drunk off the proximity to your skin, to your deepest self and he can’t help the deep groan from his chest when he feels how you roll your hips from beneath him to chase more pleasure.
“john - john,” he moans again because when has his name ever sounded so good before. “please, please move i can’t-“
what comes next from your lips he does not know for he cannot stop himself from giving in and letting his hips roll forward. he gives you short thrusts but you’ve always been so sensitive to the slightest touch it makes you moan all the same. high and loud and john is so grateful he decided to do this in a hotel rather than camp. being at camp means he has to clamp a big, rough hand over your pretty lips and watch your eyes water over his palm as you grip his arm trying so hard to keep it quiet.
“like this? this what you wanted sweet thing? wanted me to fuck you proper?” john asks, breathless and he watches how you can’t respond beyond a empty headed little nod of your head, your own eyes locked on where the base of his cock comes in and out of you with heated desire. your hands come to grip at his wrists. there’s a heat like lightning in his stomach at how your hands can barely make it around them.
“p-please, please john faster - please.” you whimper high and flighty with teary eyes as you spread your legs out as far as they can go for him to slot himself as closely as he can get. john lets out a shaky exhale, spine a light with a fire that burns down to the marrow. you are going to be the death of him, john thinks with your drooling mouth and lidded eyes and flighted pleas for more until you break for him.
john does not deny you, and gives you what you beg for.
“you want more? fuck - fine i’ll give you anything you want darling.”
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i so badly need some sort of desperate sex with john, like… him being a whiny bitch 🥴
AGREED. HEAVY AGREE.
John had you laid on his cot, your hands tangled in his stringy dark hair as he buried his mouth into your pussy. His tongue swirled around your clit before diving into your hole. You tugged his hair roughly, pulling him deeper inside which makes him groan loudly. You swear you could see him trying to hump something.
He nudges his nose against your clit and tightens the grip he has on your thighs. “Fuck, darling… taste so good…” He groans and picks up the pace. Your legs began to shake and you buck your hips upward. “God damn it, John.” You moan. You start to feel yourself getting close, a warmth pooling in your belly. “I’m close.”
You feel him smile against your pussy before he pulls away. “Yeah? Good.” He stands up, unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out. He was hard. Like really hard. He strokes his cock a few times as he stares down at your naked body. God you were attractive. Every time he saw you like this he couldn’t help but get aroused.
“God… your body, darling.” He grabs your ankles and pulls you down so your ass is at the edge of the bed. He grabs your breast rather roughly which makes you moan. He chuckles and releases it. God. That stupid smile. It gave you butterflies every time.
“I’ve been needing you all day, seein’ you pickpocket those fools in Valentine today… God.” He mumbles as he presses soft kisses to your neck.
“Then fuck me already, Marston” You roll your eyes with a smile. John was always so incredibly charming without even trying to be.
He grins and trails his hand down your bare chest. His fingers run up your breast before rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. He leans closer and moves his kisses down your chest as well. He takes your other nipple in his mouth and gently bites down. You whine, his mouth was so warm.
“John please… you’re being too slow.” You grumble. He pulls his lips away with a pop and grins. “Alright alright… relax, woman.”
He lines himself up with your hole, rubbing his cock head up and down slowly. With a deep breath John slowly pushes himself inside of you. John watches your face with a teasing smirk as you focus on adjusting to his size. “Aren’t you cute.”
You groan in embarrassment, he was incredibly annoying during sex too. Charming, but annoying.
He suddenly begins to rock his hips back and forth despite not bottoming out like he usually does. You glance up at his face and see how red his cheeks have become. He moves his hands to your waist and presses his fingers into the fat of your stomach. He lets out a low groan, nearly sounding like a growl as he picks up the pace.
You whimper softly and dig your nails into the blankets below the two of you. “J-Jesus John…” You squirm which makes him whimper.
You feel your belly flutter at the noise. He really was desperate, his eyes watering. “F-Fuck… you’re fucking clinging to me.” He picks up the pace a little. Soft breathy whines escape his lips as he tightens his hold on your waist. His face is dusted a cute shade of pink.
John mumbles something under his breath before fully bottoming out. He lets out a loud moan, loud enough for camp to hear but he doesn’t care. He needs you. You move your hands from the sheets to his back, digging your nails into his skin. “F-Fuck… fuck!” You moan loudly. Your legs move on their own, wrapping themselves around his waist tightly, your heels digging into his lower back, pulling him closer.
He whimpers and whines, pounding into you. “Damn it, darling… fucking feel s’good.” He mutters before crashing his lips to yours. He’s rutting into you desperately, the closer he gets the louder he becomes. “N-Needed this… needed you. So beautiful… fuck!” He whimpers pathetically, like a desperate animal.
John moves his head down and buries it in the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna cum soon… gonna…” He mutters into your skin. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten. “M-Me too… I’m close, John.”
He gently bites down on your shoulder and snaps his hips forward harder than before. “Please let me… inside… you feel so good.” Without hesitation you nod and almost instantly you feel hot ropes of his cum fill you up. He lets out a guttural cry and digs his fingers into your skin with bruising force.
After a few seconds your hand finds his wrist. You guide his hand towards your clit wordlessly. He begins to rub tight circles, panting heavily. “Y-You’re so good… so good to me… thank you.”
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