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[allzelemonz]

Annoying: John Marston X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 3, Hate Sex Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Hate sex, anal fingering, anal sex, prostate massage, dirty talk, teasing, mentions of John’s situation with Abigail and Jack, Reader is an asshole, pre-Blackwater, violence, punching Summary: You’ve been sent on a scouting excursion with John to find a good spot closer to Blackwater, John is annoying through the whole ride.

It has been two hours. Walking along a barren trail with your tired horse and listening to the endless and constant complaining of John Marston. The man is undoubtedly irritating, wholly annoying. But Dutch picked you for scouting, so you to try to tune out that stupid scratch in his voice and focus on looking for a new spot closer to Blackwater.

“I just don’t get what her deal is.” John continues.

You feel the distinct desire to bash your head against your saddle horn. Maybe that would end this insufferable ride. Why couldn’t Dutch have picked Javier or Charles or someone quiet? At least Micah talks about interesting things on occasion. Bill can crack a joke. None of them have this apparent need to vent whilst riding.

“She just doesn’t-”

“Marston.” You groan. “Shut up, for the love of life itself. Just be quiet for once.”

“Oh, are my problems annoying you?”

“Yes, jeez, just shut it.”

He huffs, looking away to pout like a child.

“No one wants to hear about you and Abigail, the whole camp already has to listen to you go on and on about how the kid isn’t yours. No one cares.”

“Fuck off.” He mutters.

“I wish I could.”

There is a blissful minute of silence before he opens his mouth again. “You think he’s mine?”

“Fuck, Marston.” You sigh. “I have no clue, just shut the hell up.”

“He ain’t.” He mumbles. “Can’t be.”

“You won’t have to worry about it if you keep talking, because I’ll shoot you.”

“Why’re you always so damn irritable?”

“Because you annoy me to no end, Marston.”

You pull on your reins to move towards a clearing that looks promising, only slightly visible from the narrow path between trees. Finally sliding off your horse, you stretch your legs a little and look over the spot.

“How do I annoy you exactly?”

You rub at your eyes, feeling the ache forming behind them from having to listen to his voice. “In every possible way you could ever imagine.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“I’m not the one bothering other people with my problems.”

“At least I find the time to bring money in instead of lounging around camp all damn day!”

That, now that, brings a twinge of much more than annoyance to buzz around in your head. Not only have you been bringing in consistent money since you joined, you just pulled a job with Mac and Davey that scored the camp funds upwards of eight-hundred dollars. So, naturally, you punch John in the face for suggesting otherwise.

“Shit.” He mutters, recoiling and tackling you to the ground.

You roll for a while, exchanging punches and losing your hats along the way until you find yourself atop John. You sit across his thin torso, your fist curled into his shirt as the other stands ready to lay another blow. But, John, he goes still, as if he’s afraid to move. For all the scrapping and talk, you know you’re not scary enough to make him freeze like this so you lower your raised fist and look over your shoulder. You half expect to see lawmen or O’Driscolls or something, but it’s just the forest and the horses grazing by the trees.

“What’s your problem, Marston?” You ask, shifting slightly on him.

Then you feel it, barely brushing against the back of your thigh as you move. John Marston is hard in his pants from being beaten up by a man that hates him. His face flushes and he claws at your arm, but you just push him down harder into the grass. Your mind races for a moment, thinking of the roads you could take. You hate the man quite a bit, but you’d be a fool to deny he’s attractive and something in the back of your mind is begging you to find out what that raspy voice sounds like when it’s full of want.

“We tell no one.” You mutter, giving John a threatening look.

John’s chest moves slow as he processes, then he nods quickly. You lean down and connect your lips, catching the taste of tobacco and the scruff of his stubble. John’s hands find your hips, urging you down to grind against you but you resist.

“You’re not in charge here, Marston.” You murmur against his lips. “You just lay still and let me use you, understand?”

His eyes dart around yours quickly as his face gets redder by the second. “Y-Yeah.”

You move down to unfasten his pants and as he kicks them off, you fish a tube of gun oil from your pocket. It has always been a suspicion of yours that John gets around more than he lets on, and it is all but confirmed by the way he stuffs his pants under his hips and spreads his legs.

“You some kind of whore on the side, Marston?” You ask, fixing yourself between his open legs. “That why you got on with Abigail, a shared profession?”

“Shut up.” He mutters.

He intends to say more but you cut him off easily by inserting your slicked fingers without warning. His back arches, pressing into the feeling as he chokes on a bit of air that turns into a whimper. You’re not going to give him the time to rest or adjust, he doesn’t deserve it after talking all day. So you crook your fingers, running them along until his hips jolt from the contact. Then you focus and focus hard, pressing into that nice sensitive spot inside of him until he can’t even speak to warn you. He releases across his stomach, his softening dick untouched.

His head lulls to the side as he catches his breath and you slip your fingers out. You move as fast as you can, not wanting to hear any of his protests about being sensitive. He’d whine about it, you know he would, so you grip his hips and press inside in the midst of his recovery. John chokes on air again, muttering as he covers his red face with his arm. Only one eye peaks out at you as you start your pace and you ignore it, focusing on the act rather than the who. If you don’t think about it being John, the image of your dick disappearing inside such a nice ass and the feeling of gripping such a slim waist make you groan to yourself. If it were any other man, you’d praise him for feeling so good.

John, however, does not have that control. “God, you’re… fuck you’re good.”

It’s the moan that gets you, raspy just like you imagined, and completely wanton. You double your effort because that sound was so good for something that came from John of all people. And, to your delight, it happens again. As you slam into him, your balls bouncing enough to truly earn the nickname, John begins to pant. Your eyes are drawn to his dick as he reaches for it and stops it from slapping against his stomach. His hand wraps around and pumps in time with you.

You lean down a bit, enough to speak over John’s lewd noises. “You better get yourself off before me, Marston. I’m not helping you otherwise.”

He groans, seemingly all too happy to be treated like nothing but something to fuck in the grass of the gang’s next camp spot. You watch his hand, your eyes flicking down to watch your own fucking on occasion. Both are such a sight. John cums again, spilling a little on his hand this time. The sound he makes, such a shaky and raspy guttural moan, hits the right things for you and sends you right over. You slow your thrusts, milking yourself before burying deep inside of him.

It takes a few minutes before your muscles respond and you can pull out to rest back on your knees. John still has a haze in his eyes, his arms splayed out as his chest heaves. You let yourself relish the sight, forgetting only for a moment that you hate him, then you pick up the tube of gun oil from the grass and pull on your pants. A one time thing, albeit a great one, with such an annoying man.

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[issdisgrace]

John: Can I ask you something

Y/n: Sure

John: Can you sit on my face

Y/n: Um John I’m literally twice your size I think I’d kill you

John: Perfect

Y/n: So you don’t care if I was to quite literally suffocate with my ass

John: Nope, In fact I would die a very happy man.

Y/n: Ok, if that’s what you then I’ll do it

John: God I love you.

Y/n: Love you too John

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[sillygraham]

Peace ✷

pairing ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ john marston x gn ! reader

warnings ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ no dialogue , angst...sorry , hurt/(no) comfort , abigail and john r not a thing in this , not proof read

a/n ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ i think I've seen a fic like this before but...i dont really remember? still in my head j am givinf them credits if i actually did read something like this,,, might've been a caption on a joiver art i saw idk . anyway i rly need to stop making everything angsty,,,

I will help you swim / I'm gonna help you swim

You knew you weren't going to see him again. Watching him from where you sat at the campfire, the gang was falling apart and you were planning your way to leave. Such little people left and your heart hurts whenever you see the condition Arthur is in.

Always having to deal with hearing Dutch say they just need one more score — but you know it's over. This is it.

John walks over to you and sits down next to you. You give him a smile and he returns it. The two of you sit in silence as the remainder in the members do the same.

Hearing Micah and Dutch whisper about something you move to grab Johns hand. Now your fingers interlocked, you look at him and he's staring at you too.

You truly don't want to just abandon him but you can't stay and asking him to leave with you seems unreasonable to do. Thinking to yourself, you decide to maybe share one last tender moment with him before your leave.

You get up and tug his arm and he gets the message; standing up as well. Then you lead him as far as you can from the camp, to a lake. He stares at you; confused but you squeeze his hand and he understands.

Releasing his hand the two of you slip out of your clothes and only have your undergarments. Stepping into the water, you reach your hand out for him to grab and he does.

You ease him in and instruct him to keep calm and let himself float. Promising you won't let him sink.

You stare at him as you keep him a float. Simply admiring him as his long hair makes it look like he has a halo — like he's an angel from the heavens above. He looks so peaceful but you know he's fearing of suddenly drowning and the fact he put his trust in you to keep him living makes your heart skip a beat.

The only sound the two of you hear being the rustling of trees, water splashing, and your humming. Feeling your eyes well up with tears, you close your eyes, trying your best to savor this moment.

It's so peaceful...you wish to stay like this as you open your eyes again and notice he's opened his too. He takes note of your teary eyes and his face twists with concern. You give him a smile of reassurance but it didn't help.

Yet he didn't say anything, just appreciating the silence as well — he never thought water would be this calming for him. You lean down and place a kiss on his forehead and he smiles.

You hear him mutter an 'I love you'...

That's all you hear, before everything sounds silent now. You try to respond but all you can get out is a small noise.

He doesn't mind, he knows you love him as well and wouldn't leave him.

And you do love him...you treasure him and everything about him. Ever since you met him, sure he was a piece of work but that was why you loved him.

So it leaves him confused and hurt when he can't seem to find you at the camp the next morning. He was hoping to ask if the two of you could go to the lake again but he can't find you.

He notices a piece of paper in your tent and he picks it up to read.

He feels his world crumbling as he reads it.

My Dearest, John,

I'm sorry for leaving you. I love you, I truly do, I just couldn't bring myself to ask you to leave with me. I don't know where I am going, think I'm just gonna wonder until I find where I can stay. I know it seems like a bad idea, but it's all I could think to do. The gangs falling apart — Dutch as gone mad. Please get out of there as well. I hope you can forgive me if our paths decide to cross again and god I hope they do. I'll miss you dearly, John

Love, [Name].

He couldn't believe it. You left without telling him? He would've said yes if you'd asked him. Why didn't you ask him? Did anyone else know about this? Were you safe? He prayed you were safe. Please be safe.

The day couldn't get anymore worse then this. You left without a word and his heart is broken. He's not sure if he could handle more.

But more he had to handle. Everything is falling apart, he has to leave. And that he does when he gets left for dead by Dutch. When he's forced to pick a side and Arthur makes him leave, to get away from this life, to go find you. He keeps Arthurs words in mind, after getting to a safer area, he sets off to find you.

He will find you — somehow; he needs to.

a/n 2 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ lolol sry this is short . i think idk...i was listening to twin sized mattress and needed to write this ! hope u enjoyed ur read see u next time ^3^ mwah mwah

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[ashs-cardboard-box]

Reluctant to learn

~ Van Der Linde gang/Child!Male!Reader

~ Platonic (could be read as familial)

~ 2.5k words

Request :3

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Headstrong was often a word used to describe you. Realistically, it was an understatement. You were too stubborn for your own good. Often wanting to do what you want to do, if you want to do it, without anyone to tell you otherwise. It was annoying, to say the least. Passed from person to person among camp, trying to better you for you.

It started with Hosea. He was the one to pluck you off the streets so, naturally, he figured he would be the one to be more hands on with you. You found the letters to be damn confusing, and you voiced that frustration many a time. Groaning as you slouch forward dramatically. Your head held in your hands, elbows propped up on the table in the center of camp.

“Why do I have to do thiiss..?” you drawl out with a whine, earning an exasperated sigh from Hosea sitting next to you. His bony fingers resting on the page of the book in front of you. He read the title to you, but you didn’t care enough to listen. Staring off into space time and time again.

“We’ve been over this, son. You’re gonna have’ta learn eventually. You don’t wanna be like Sean, do ya?” He chides, lifting a hand and gently coaxing your hands away from your face. Huffing as you set your hands down in your lap, pouting as you finally turn towards Hosea. Your bottom lip jutting out pitifully.

Hosea gives a breathless chuckle at your face, though burrowing the growing annoyance towards your stubborn attitude. It seemed to be a trait among most of the gang members. His fingertips rapped against the old wooden table, creating an audible, repetitive tap. His brown eyes darted over the first page of the leatherbound book in thought. The page you seemed to struggle to read.

“Here,” he says curtly. Gently closing the book and lifting it from the table, setting it down in your lap. Not taking ‘no’ as an answer, evident by him keeping his hand on the cover until you accept. “Take it to Dutch and Molly. Maybe they’ll have better luck.”

You roll your eyes before wrapping your fingers around the book. Looking down at it in your lap and suddenly getting an idea. Grinning sweetly as you look back up at Hosea with a nod, causing him to quirk an eyebrow in suspicion. You get up from your seat next to Hosea, book in hand, and head over to Dutch’s tent.

As soon as you were out of Hosea’s line of sight, you drop the book in the dirt and run off in the opposite direction of Dutch’s tent. Heading down to your favorite tree along the outskirts of camp, clambering up it. Unfortunately, what you failed to account for, was everyone else who might’ve seen you.

So, when you saw Arthur sauntering up to you, book in hand, you were surprised. It wasn’t a secret you were struggling with reading. Arthur didn’t even have to say anything. Lifting his free hand up towards you and quirking his finger in a “come hither” motion, beckoning you down from your branch.

“Nuh uh,” you defy with a shake of your head. Your feet swinging back and forth idly, your hands gripped firmly along the bark to prevent from falling off. “Don’t wanna read..” you grumble. Arthur sighs with a shake of his head, taking a step closer to the trunk of the tree.

“C’mon, kiddo. You can’t stay up there forever y’know.” He looks up at you calmly, having much more patience towards you than anyone else amongst camp..save for Lenny. You know he’s right, but you wouldn’t actually admit that. Instead, you reluctantly slide down the branch. Hanging from it by your hands until dropping down with a small thud. Standing back up and turning around to look at Arthur with another pout, earning a light chuckle from him, rumbling deep in his chest.

“Believe it or not,” he starts, tugging the denim of his jeans up his thighs as he takes a seat at the base of the tree. Sighing as he rests his back against it, patting the grass next to him with his free hand. You accept the invitation and slowly sit down next to him, your hands resting on your bruised knees.

“I taught Marston to read when he was ‘bout your age. Just joined the gang, thirteen.. fourteen.. rowdy, loud-mouthed..” Arthur trails off with a fond chuckle, followed by a small shake of his head. Wrapping an arm around your waist and gently tugging you into his lap, setting the book down into your own. You had known Arthur and John grew up together in the camp due to Dutch and Hosea, but you hadn’t known that. Arthur taps his finger atop the cover of the book, drawing your attention down to the title.

“Y’know what sounds the letters make, right?” He asks gently, looking over your shoulder towards you in his lap. His broad chest pressed against your back. It felt like he was treating you like little Jack, to which you giggle with a nod.

“Good boy. Now, can you put the sounds together for this first word?” He taps the book cover once again, tracing over the title, carved into the leather. Your eyes followed the tip of his finger before down to the unknown shapes below. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, already beginning to feel frustrated.

“Sound it out, kid. What sound does ‘T’ make?” Arthur encourages warmly. To which you sound a small ‘tuh’. Then he moves onto an ‘H’ with his finger along the title, exhaling sharply in an ‘H’ sound. Pointing towards an ‘E’ and grinning towards you, seeming to have a lot of faith in your advancements.

“E?” you relay with uncertainty, glancing over your shoulder towards him. Arthur hums a small “mhm” in confirmation, rubbing a hand over your arm in an attempt to soothe your stresses. You nod slowly in understanding as you look back down towards the book in your lap. Mentally pairing the letters’ sounds several times over again with a heavy sigh.

“Th- The..?” you repeat and look back over your shoulder towards Arthur in hopes of reassurance. Only for a small smile to spread across your bitten lips upon seeing his broad grin.

“Atta boy!” he praises excitedly, giving your back a pat. Seeing his excitement only makes you feel good. Reading sucks, and if you could, you’d rather avoid it all together, but having someone with the patience to help you through it only makes your confidence grow. “Now, don’t get all weird ‘n squirmy, but this one’s a bit longer.”

His words prompt you to look down at the book again and your eyes widen. You trace your fingers over the indents as you count in your head, your lips moving subtly with each number. Eight whole letters?! That was far too long!

“Go on, sound it out” Arthur encourages, to which you nod tentatively. Parting your lips to begin, only to hear someone calling Arthur’s name. You look up from the book in your lap, watching as Miss Grimshaw approaches.

Susan looks down at the two of you, sitting at the base of the tree as you sit in Arthur’s lap. Taking note of the book in your own lap and putting two and two together. Wasting no time as she clarifies her disruption.

“Might I just borrow you, real quick? We got folks slackin’ off again ‘n they’re too damn drunk to listen to me!” Susan huffs as she folds her arms underneath her bust, an irritated scowl adorning her face. Arthur groans and runs a hand down his face. Nudging you off of his lap and setting you back onto your own two feet, the book clasped in your hands. He pushes himself up off the grass, shaking his legs out after having gone numb due to the extra weight.

“Boy,” he starts, looking down towards you again. “You keep workin’ on that, ya hear? Run along and go find Dutch or Lenny or… Hell- even Jack’ll do.” You nod slowly in understanding. Deciding on finding Dutch, as he was whom you were originally supposed to go find. Arthur ruffles your hair before he walks off behind Susan.

You look down at the book in your hands once again. You could just as easily run off and hide better, or you could do as you’re told and find Dutch. With Arthur’s encouragement fresh in your mind, you shuffle across camp to Dutch’s tent.

Unsurprisingly, he’s preaching again. Something about brotherhood? Though you don’t understand much of it. As you approach, he shuts up. His expression is as stoic as ever as he looks down at you expectantly.

“Uh-” you start, shifting your weight between your feet awkwardly. Your words just died out on your tongue. So you opt to offer the book up towards Dutch, of which he takes. A subtle grin spreads across his lips underneath his mustache.

“Evelyn Miller..” he reads fondly. Miller was his favorite author by far. Often finding his values agreeable and putting them into his own practices amongst the gang. He looks back down toward you in a bit of confusion. “What’s a boy like you doin’ with such a book?”

“Arthur ‘n Hosea want you to help me read.” you shrug, stuffing your hands into the front pockets of your dirt coated jeans. Dutch cocks his head to the side as his piercing eyes dart from you, to the book you had offered up, then back down to you. As usual, an uncomfortably long silence ensues as he debates his response. Then he nods in invitation towards the interior of his tent.

Following Dutch inside, the two of you sit down on the edge of his cot, shoulder to shoulder. Your feet unable to touch the floor fully just yet. Dutch hands you back the book and gives a vague gesture to the cover.

“How far’ve you gotten?” He inquires, setting his palms down onto his knees as he looks over at you. “One of my favorites, y’know. Evelyn Miller is the true talent of this nation.” Dutch adds assertively. No doubt the man admires the ex-professor.

“The” you say bluntly, pointing down at the engraved word on the leather cover, looking back up towards Dutch. “The?” he echoes before sighing heavily, to which you nod.

“That’s..quite alright, son. Just…” Dutch pauses, making another vague gesture down towards the book in your lap. “Pick up where you left off” He was unsure on how exactly he was supposed to teach a pre-teen these things. He wasn’t even the one who taught Arthur nor John. He stuck to himself and that was that. If they learned to read, so be it.

You nod slowly and begin to sound out your letters, just as Arthur had shown you. First an ‘A’, then an ‘M’, then an ‘E’, to an– Dutch groans outwardly, seeming impatient but trying to push through for your sake. You look back up towards him in confusion and he shakes his head. Silently telling you to continue.

‘E’, you pronounce, then moving to an ‘R’, ‘I’, ‘C’, ‘A’, ‘N’. Despite your pronunciation, the word didn’t make sense to you whatsoever. Coming out as an awkward combination of jumbled sounds, like your tongue didn’t want to co-operate with your developing brain.

Dutch sighs as he looks around his tent again. Staring blankly at the floor before suddenly getting an idea. “Kid.” you look back over towards him, prompting him to look back at you.

“What.. nation are we in?” Dutch prompts abruptly, earning a shrug from you. He moves his hand from his leg and down onto the leather cover of the book, covering up the ‘N’. Repeating his question more calmly this time.

“‘Merica..?” you repeat in just as much uncertainty as before. Your eyes dart down to Dutch’s hand, then following his arm back up to his face. Dutch gives a curt nod in confirmation, not nearly as excited as Arthur was about your progress.

“America, right. Now add the ‘N’.” Dutch removes his hand from the book as you look back down towards it once again. “Ameri..can-?” you sigh, only growing more confused by Dutch’s teaching process. 

Dutch gives another subtle nod in approval, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t have the patience to sit here as you learn an entire new word, but he wasn’t enough of a dick to shove you off.

“The American..” you read quietly, staring down at the cover. Quickly, you get up from Dutch’s cot and shuffle out of his tent. Already excited to show off your new reading skills to someone- anyone really. The first person you spot is John, sitting by the campfire as usual as he whittles a large stick into some unknown shape.

Waltzing right up to John and thrusting the book in his face excitedly, causing him to recoil in surprise. “Whoa, kid- slow your roll.. Damn near hit me in the face.” He chuckles, nudging the book away from him with the back of his hand, curled around the wood scrap. “What��s up?”

“Sorry,” you mumble sheepishly with a small giggle, a broad grin spread across your face as you show John the cover. “I figured out what it says!” you beam, causing John to crack a grin as well. Your positivity was one of the more wholesome things around camp. A welcome change of pace.

“Oh yeah? What’s it say?” John muses as he looks back down to the wood in hand. Digging his knife into the surface and cutting off chunk by chunk, letting them fall to the ground at his feet.

“‘The A-merican!’” you read, pointing at each word on the cover as if teaching John what it says. Looking back at him with stars in your eyes, hoping he shares your excitement. He doesn’t mirror it like Arthur, but he’s more proud than Dutch.

“You forgot a word,” John says bluntly with a laugh, tapping the tip of his knife against the leather book, drawing your attention back down to it. You feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You had gotten so excited that you were finally improving, that you completely forgot the last word.

Turning the book back around towards yourself, sitting down on the ground next to John. He turns in his seat, away from you. Not exactly fond of the idea of accidentally stabbing you as he whittles away. “Keep doin’ what you been doin’.” he encourages under his breath. His eyes back down to his knife.

You don’t respond to him. Instead, trying to focus on piecing together your letters. Some of them don’t make any sense at all. There’s familiar letters like ‘E’, ‘I’, or ‘N’, but they don’t make the same sounds like last time. Grumbling in frustration, you mumble something akin to ‘in-fear-no’.

“Inferno,” John corrects pointedly. “The American Inferno. Dutch’s favorite.” You look up towards him excitedly, a toothy grin splitting across your face. You just sounded out the cover of your new book! With help and immense frustration, of course.

You carefully pull open the cover and look down at the first page, only to find page after page of even more confusing words– closing it once again. Maybe you’ll try some more another time.

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Surprisingly fun to write ! I enjoyed this- thank you sm :D

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[mushrubes]

Another?

Masterlist | Red dead redemption masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Hosea Matthews by @/addynot }

Pairing : father! Hosea Matthews x child! reader, John Marston x matthews! reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : platonic / familial + fluff

Word count : 1.4k

Warnings : Swear words, familial, best friends in love, slightly ooc <3

Have a great day !! <3

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You stood still as Hosea cleaned the blood from your nose. He looked genuinely angry this time. You had a habit of getting into fights at school, but after this last one — your father seemed to be at his wit’s end. “I can’t believe you. I’ve tried so hard to get you an education and you go off and get into trouble.” He mumbled to himself, his hands gentle as he cleaned off your bruised face. He was extremely disappointed in you. "Pa, I'm sorry! It was deserved!" You defended, rolling your eyes. “I doubt that,” he argued. “You’ve told me before that every time you get into these things it’s ‘deserved’.” Hosea sighed. “Tell me. What happened this time?” he questioned. "O'driscolls. Two of them. Cornered me and they punched John after calling you and Uncle Dutch murderers so threw a punch at them and then the three of us started fighting." You explained.

Hosea rolls his eyes. “You know, you really shouldn’t go around throwing punches every time someone insults the gang.” He sighs again. “If I’m being honest… I’m almost scared to ask what happened to the O’Driscolls. How’s John?” he asked, the disappointment and concern evident. "They were threatening to get their guns out, and me punching them is too far? yeah, bullshit." You mumbled under your breath. "I think John's okay. I got him to go to Miss Grimshaw when we got back - he'll most likely have a black eye tomorrow." You sighed. “You don’t have to curse, kid. I understand the situation but what you failed to remember is that you’re only 16. You can’t go around throwing punches just because someone insults you.” Hosea sighs. “And as much as I don’t really like the O’Driscolls, I don’t think you should’ve punched them. That’s a good way to get yourself killed.” he shook his head.

Hosea sighs — a look of sadness and disappointment flashes through his face. “I know, love… I know. But, that doesn’t change anything; It’s still very dangerous to try and start fights with them. One day, you might end up picking the wrong fight…” He lets out another deep sigh. “You’re a smart kid. I just don’t want you to… do something stupid.” his voice softened, eyes full of love and concern for you, only wanting the best. "Whatever." you rolled your eyes, scoffing at him. “I’m serious, love. I don’t need to lose you the same way I lost your mother. I’m all you got right now, and it’s tough parenting a child in the gang. If anything happens to you, I’ll never forgive myself.” Hosea paused, thinking. “Can I trust that you won’t get into another fight? Just while you’re at school?” he pleaded, wanting some sort of confirmation. "Yeah, sure." You huffed, getting up.

Hosea breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, sweetheart. Just… please try to stay out of trouble. You’re the only child I’ll ever have, and I don’t want you to go the same way your mother did.” He looks at you, his face softening. “Just… just give me a hug, would you?” Your face softened and you gave in, hugging him tightly. You didn't even notice your tears staining his shirt. Hosea hugs you back tightly, holding his emotions back as tears begin to fall down his cheeks. “You’re… you’re the closest thing I’ll ever get to seeing your mother again.” He whispers quietly. “Don’t do that to me again, okay?” He holds you close, not wanting to let go. “I love you darling.” he caressed your head gently. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Pa. I love you too." You whispered, wiping your tears. “I know, sweetheart. Just… just don’t do something like that again, okay?” Hosea holds you close for what feels like forever, not wanting to let go. Eventually — and reluctantly — he does. “Now go on, get washed up and get to bed. It’s late.” he said.

"Okay. Goodnight, Pa. I love you." you responded, kissing his cheek gently. “Love you too, sweetheart. Goodnight.” With that, Hosea shuts the door behind you — leaving you alone to get cleaned up and head to bed. You made your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and getting changed. You get changed into something comfortable, ready to go to bed. As you start brushing your teeth, you begin to remember everything that happened earlier as well as the promise you made to Hosea — not to get into any more fights. This was probably one of the last times he was ever going to be easy on you, you thought to yourself. He genuinely didn’t want you to get hurt. You smiled softly when you walked back into your shared bedroom, seeing John sitting on his bed "Hey loser." you called lovingly, making him look up in your direction. “Shut up, runt.” John replied back lovingly with a smile on his face.

“How did your talk with father go?” John had a cut on his eye, it was swollen and red — but it wasn’t too bad. He looked completely exhausted. "Usual lecturing. How's your face doing?" you asked, gently cupping his cheek, frowning at the cut. “Same as always, numb to the pain,” John chuckled, leaning in to give you a kiss on your cheek. This was always your relationship with John. You teased and bickered a lot, but you both cared for each other deeply. He sighs. “I just… can’t believe you punched those bastards. What if they did get their guns out?” he pondered, concern evident in his voice and on his face. "Was worth it. They punched you and insulted my dad and Dutch." You shrugged, not even hesitating, meaning every single word. “Still not worth it.” John argued — but you could tell he wasn’t being serious, he was just worried about you. “Hosea was worried you were gonna get yourself killed. He was on the verge of tears talking to you.” John pauses for a second to think.

“Just… try not to do this again… okay, love?” he asked. "They're lucky I didn't kill them for hurting you." You commented, sitting next to him on his bed. “I know… but they weren’t worth the effort,” John chuckled weakly. “Now, come here.” He motioned for you to cuddle up with him on his bed. “I’m too tired to keep arguing.” he chuckled. You smiled softly, cuddling up to him, head on his chest. John’s body was warm. It always felt safe and cosy whenever you cuddled up to him like this — his large frame was comfortable to rest against. He wraps his arm around you, holding you close as he kisses your forehead. He was so big and handsome, and it made you feel safe in his arms. "Hey John?" you called quietly, turning the light out so it was dark. “Yeah, love?” He looked down at you. You could see his eyelids were slightly heavy — he was half asleep. “What’s up?” He asked softly. "Y'know I'd do anything for you, right?" you whispered, nuzzling into him.

John smiles at you, feeling slightly amused by your words. “I have no doubt,” he chuckled. “What’s your point?” He pulled you closer to him, feeling completely comfortable with you by his side. "I love you. I know we're teenagers but…" You trailed off, a lovesick smile on your face. John looks at you, his dark eyes filled with love for you. “I love you too, darlin',” he whispers back — his soft voice echoing softly through the room. “I know we’re just teenagers… but I can’t imagine living the rest of my life without you in it.” He pulls you even closer to him, his hand brushing through your hair. “We’re gonna get through this… okay? I promise.” he assured, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks. "me and you forever?" you questioned, intertwining your hands. “Me and you forever, my love. No matter what that means or where that takes us.” His words were sweet, he meant every one of them. John had done so much for you, he was so much more than your best friend — he was the person who you trusted and loved more than anyone in this world. He was, truly, your soulmate.

Maybe everything was going to be okay after all.

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[scarfacemarston]

For ur prompt; John & A? 🤭

Prompt here. Sure thing, my dear! Affection (how do they show affection to their s/o) It partially changes through his life. He's not embarrassed to show his love, especially in rdr 1. However, he still prefers to show it in private. He'll put a protective arm around your shoulder or waist, occasionally caresses your hand if you're walking or sitting together. If he's feeling really romantic, he'll kiss your hand with a little shy grin. Sometimes it's the little things like he notices your leather (harness?) on your gun is looking worn down, he'll fix it for you and not expect a thank you. Or if he thinks your knives look dull, he'll sharpen them for you. Occasionally, he'll leave you little gifts like if he heard you talk about a flower you liked, he'd lay it by your bed side when he finds it. This man also canonically loves to cuddle. He's not the best with words - it's lower on the five love languages list, but he can be very poetic about how you make him feel alive, loved, and worthy. Or telling you you're handsome/beautiful.

#rdr 2 #john marston x reader #john marston x male reader #john marston x female reader #john marston x gender neutral reader #van der linde gang #red dead redemption 2 #rdr 1 #john marston x abigail roberts

[ichibankasugaismybaby]

@whatisthisomghelpme

[arthurthethird]

Javier and John (separate) with a taller male s/o who has a habit of throwing them up in the air and spinning them when excited

Please and thank you

A/N: Decided to make it into headcannons because it'll be easier. Enjoy!

(English is not my first language! Apologies for any grammatical errors)

Up, up and away!

Javier/John x male reader headcannon

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Javier

He loves seeing you excited. You being excited makes him excited.

He does not, however, enjoy flying.

When you first threw him in the air, he was terrified. You just got back from a big mission. You managed to get a lot of money, and Dutch, as a reward, allowed you to keep a big part of it.

You were thrilled! You decided to share the news with Javier.

He didn't see you coming, so you ran up to him, picked him up and threw in the air.

You were way taller than him, so it was easy.

Hilarious too, seeing him screech and panick.

You started laughing when he came down, catching him and hugging close to yourself, spinning around.

That man clinged onto you for dear life.

When you finally told him what happened, he tried to be happy.

Well, he was happy, but he felt like he'll pass out.

When you eventually put him down, you had to hold him to steady him.

You had to give him a second before he could return your excitement.

After that, it started happening more often, but you made sure he realised you were coming.

A light tap on his shoulder, a hug and then you threw him in the air.

He was still terrified, but he found it fun as well.

Laughing happily, giving you a kiss on the lips when you caught him.

He tried to return the favour once.

Once.

He almost broke his back.

You made sure he won't try it ever again.

Overall, he's perfect for throwing in the air.

Very aerodynamic.

John

So the first time you did it didn't go as well as you hoped for.

Long story short, he threw up.

It was a similar situation that was with Javier, only that John saw you coming.

But he wasn't ready.

As soon as he got thrown into the air, he could feel the breakfast coming up.

He tried to calm his stomach when he landed in your arms.

But then you started spinning.

And oh God.

He's not used to getting thrown in the air. Carried, sure, but not thrown.

You were stunned.

He was embarrassed.

But thank God you just laughed it off.

If you're brave enough, even gave him a peck.

Yea it was disgusting, but you wanted him to know it's okay.

He appreciated it.

You helped him get cleaned up.

And he helped you.

Taking your clothes off was always his favourite part...

The next time it happened, he was prepared.

He didn't eat anything before that.

But when he realized that you were way more careful, he relaxed.

Started enjoying it even.

To the point he made you excited on purpose just so he could get the little spinning.

He loved the feeling.

And don't worry, the throwing up was only a one time event.

Okay it did happen again.

But he was drunk!

He was still smiling afterwards.

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[6emo6zombie6]

Forbidden Territories: M!Reader x John Marston

First actual smut on here!! I hope this isn't too shabby, since it's been a while since I wrote anything unholy. Tags for gay stuff, frotting, more gay stuff, cowboys, and dicks.

18+ warning

It was now week two of being in an awkwardly distant friendship with John. The two of you weren’t the best of friends before, but you rarely complained whenever Dutch sent you out together, it was all in good spirits—until a week and a half ago, that was.

John had mindlessly wandered into your tent after dinner, slightly air-headed as he opened his mouth to ask you a question, just to notice you in your cot. Sweaty, flushed, and with your cock in hand. You jumped and instantly started tucking your hard-on back into your jeans. It had only been a split second before he turned back around and awkwardly rushed out of your tent, but he somehow managed to get a full look at you while you were jerking off.

Now, this wasn’t something new to him. He’d caught people in all kinds of awkward situations, but seeing you in such a vulnerable position made some repressed feelings come boiling back up. He even had trouble admitting to himself that he had a crush on you. It was too embarrassing, he didn’t know if anyone would even understand.

You had been embarrassed ever since John had caught you, and it was even worse knowing he got you in that situation in the first place. It had all been a series of light, accidental touches and brushing up against you over the week, and he had tipped you over the edge when he groaned in reaction to nicking his finger while sharpening a stick. Your head pieced some images together and into your tent you retreated, your jeans starting to strain.

You and John hadn’t shared a single glance or word since that, always peering at the ground when crossing each other on campgrounds and avoiding each other during meal times. The others had started to take notice after the first few days, but they weren’t worried to such an extent that they felt the need to ask either of you what was going on.

John was currently on guard duty while you and a couple of the other guys had some drinks. You weren’t drunk just yet, but you had had enough sips of whiskey to feel your confidence come back. You were already thinking up a plan on how to accidentally run into him and talk through what happened, the constant awkward silences around each other were starting to get tiring. John was a decent feller, you just wanted to be okay with him again.

Before you know it, you’re up and walking away from the campfire, your bottle of whiskey still in your hand. You walk a little bit into the patch of trees at the edge of Horseshoe overlook, peering around you to see if John was there. You eventually spotted him leaning against a tree with a rifle in his hand, he was barely visible but you could make out his silhouette against the pale moonlight. You could tell he had noticed you, but he was pretending he didn’t, hoping you were just walking by incidentally.

He could feel his heart rate start to speed up when you came closer, it was clear you were intoxicated, and just as clear that you wanted to talk. He hesitantly looked in your direction, blinking.

“Look—we need to talk about what happened-“ You were barely able to finish your sentence when John cut you off with a groan. He was glad it was dark, or you could’ve already noticed his face that had started burning up.

“Don’t start,” He sighed, absently staring at the rifle he was holding. His thoughts had already started racing.

“It’s—it’s whatever, okay? Let’s just not mention it anymore. “

“so… we—we’re good?” You mumble.

“Hm.” John nods, earning a soft smile from you. He glances at your bottle of whiskey, motioning toward it. “Care to pass that?”

You shrug and hand it to him, watching as he takes a large gulp. You stare at his Adam's apple as it bobs while he swallows the liquor. He pretends to not notice your stare while he takes a few more sips, savoring the burn of the alcohol in his throat.

He glances at your slightly red face as he hands you back the bottle, your eyes meeting for a split second until he peers off into the distance again.

“Dutch is gonna get mad at us if he catches us quarreling out here, you know?” John hinted, though he didn’t actually want you to leave. You saw right through his façade, chuckling lightly as you leaned against the tree beside him.

“Dutch’d be glad we’re talkin’ again.” You countered lightheartedly.

John gave a shrug and a hum, a silence falling over the two of you. Weirdly enough, it wasn’t awkward—more peaceful if anything. You resorted to looking at John’s hands as they gripped the rifle, your mind starting to wander like it usually did.

“would you stop staring?” John said directly, trying to sound stern. “You’re distracting me.”

Your eyes met again as you looked up in surprise.

“Oh, so now I’m distracting you?” You retorted, not even sure what you were on about. You just said the first thing that came to mind, anything to hear John reply.

“What—” John looked as confused as you did. “What does that even mean?”

“Damnit, John—I-“ You stammered, your thoughts about him threatening to spill from your mouth. He looked at you, awaiting an answer.

“I’m—you’re—oh for fuck’s sake, John.” You were starting to get frustrated with your own feelings, and John was starting to get frustrated by your inability to properly talk to him.

You shared a mutually annoyed glance, then you acted purely on impulse and stepped in front of John, one hand pinning his hip to the three behind him while the other held on to the bottle of whiskey. Your lips were on his beforeeither of you could even register what you were doing.

You had managed to break through John’s tough act, pressing up against him as his right hand planted itself on your chest. His scruffy beard rubbed up against your shaven face as your lips moved in perfect synchronicity, your eyes shutting.

John let out a soft growl as he let himself sink into your touch for a few seconds, though his hand was pushing you off before you knew it.

John glanced into your eyes, then at the ground with a guilty expression. “We can’t be doing this,” He murmured. You stayed silent as his hand, despite his protest against your situation, remained on your chest. He could feel your heart thump against his palm.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Don’t start with this shit,” You mumbled in a low tone, attempting to step to the side.

This time, John let his impulses lead him. He tossed his gun to the side as his hand found its way to your collar. A harsh tug sent you stumbling forward again, your lips catching John’s a second time as he grabbed your bottle of whiskey and tossed it in the same direction as his rifle.

His arms slung around your waist, his hands resting just above your gun belt as he pulled you flush against him. You rested your hands on his biceps, leaning against him shamelessly. Neither of you made an effort to be subtle, all the tension crashing down on you and making you melt into each other’s touch.

A soft grunt left your lips as you felt your soft bulge rub against John’s, his hands gently pulling your hips forward to create a bit more friction. There was no shame in this now, all of your doubts had seemed to have washed away in John’s grasp. Your tongues sloppy intertwined as you both tried your best hand at kissing, which neither of you seemed to have a talent for.

John let out a soft huff as he rutted his hips against yours, making it clear he was impatient. It was completely in character of him, though. You’d never seen ol’ Marston being patient with anything before.

“Let's get this over with,” He mumbled in between kisses, his heart pounding at the anticipation.

“Give it some time, will you? I’m not even hard yet.” You mumble in response, slightly annoyed at John’s inability to just enjoy the moment. “You’re always rushin’ everything.”

“You’ve been makin’ me wait for this too long already.” John blurted out in a sigh, letting you unbutton the top few buttons on his overshirt as he kept pushing his crotch against yours, making you feel how desperately quick he was getting hard.

You blushed at that comment. “goddamn, Marston—how long ‘you been keepin’ this to yourself?”

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” He sighed again, looking at you to see the moonlight reflect off of your eyes.

You leaned in to continue making out with him as your hands clumsily wandered down to his crotch. Much to John’s avail, you unbuckled his gun belt first, then your own, and tossed them aside. He seemed happy with the extra straps out of the way, allowing the two of you to get closer to each other.

John was already growing hard, his shaft pressing against your thigh shamelessly.

“Damnit,” He cursed softly, not feeling you stiffen at the same pace as him. “Let me help you with that, c’mon, I’m not aimin’ to get caught.”

You nod with a soft chuckle, giving John the okay to start pawing at your crotch. His hands were rough and quick, focused only on getting what he wanted from you. You watched his needy expression as he continued to pleasure you, slowly but surely helping you get hard.

A soft moan tumbled from your lips as you felt the oh-so-familiar throb in your jeans. John shot you a grin, happy to know that you were sharing the same feeling of ecstasy.

He gave your hip a soft nudge, urging you to take a small step back so he could unbutton his pants without you in the way. He gave you a grin as he guided himself out of his jeans, proud as he noticed you blush at his size.

“What, not like you ain’t never seen one before, huh?” He teased, holding his cock in one hand as he used the other to swap your positions, now it was you pinned against the tree, John staring you down like a pervert.

He peeked behind the tree, watching the others for a second. “Go on, they all look preoccupied with Uncle’s yappin’.”

“Alright, alright.” You glanced up at John to make sure he was watching, then helped yourself out of your pants the same as him.

John gave a soft grunt at the sight, his cock twitching in synchronicity with the sound he made. You had never anticipated he would be this into doing anything with you. John never seemed excited about anything, really.

You let out a soft gasp once John moved his hips forward, his cock pressing up against yours. You felt yourself throb once again, the other man’s large hand wrapping itself around the two of you. His hand was noticeably colder than yours, making you suck a breath in through your teeth.

John kissed you as his hand started pumping both of you, swallowing the few surprised grunts and moans that you let out. Feeling another man’s dick against yours was a sensation you knew nothing about, it felt strange, but so strangely pleasurable.

His hand quickly warmed up due to your body's warmth and all the friction he was creating, making the interaction even more enjoyable. He stayed mostly quiet, only letting out a grunt or a huff when you jerked your hips. He planted his free hand beside your head to keep himself from falling over as he jerked the two of you off.

“This feels—” He gulped, stifling a moan. “This feels as good to you as It does to me, right?” He asked as if not having heard all the noises coming from you.

“I should ask you that,” You say in a low, mumbled tone.

“Then I think we’re on the same line,” John nodded to himself. His hips gently started rolling against you, and you returned the movement with ease. You were both rutting up into John’s hand now, your soft noises now harmonizing with each other. Neither of you seemed bothered by anything going on behind the trees now, all of this felt too good.

You both leaked precum, the liquids mixing together as it trickled down your cocks. This was all so wrong, so perverted, but neither of you wanted it to stop.

You got more and more desperate, your paces needing to constantly speed up to chase the perfect ecstasy that was your climax. You both got more sensitive, your faces both adorned with brows that knitted together.

As the minutes went by, you got closer and closer to your release. You felt the familiar warm, tingly sensation in your lower stomach, signaling to you that this didn’t have to keep going for much longer for you to bust your load.

John was slowly getting louder, his rough voice letting out perverse noises that you had been dreaming about for months. Your chest was heaving as you matched his speed. All the doubts you had about ever getting this close to another man, especially John, had floated away. You had never wanted anyone’s body pressed up against yours more than now, and luckily your dream was coming true.

“shit, I’m—” You bit on your tongue, stifling a rough moan. You were ready to let your eyes roll in the back of your head, letting you focus fully on what your body was feeling.

“I’m gonna cum,” You whispered.

John bit his lip as he watched your expression, his hand covering your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet.

“Yeah,” He sighed and nodded, looking down at the mess between your bodies. “Me—me too.”

His breathing started becoming more sporadic as time went on, both of you coming closer to your release.

John gave little warning as he was the first to cum, his sticky seed spilling over the both of you as he let out a grunt. He looked at you, chewing on his lip as he kept thrusting his hips into his hand, constantly stimulating you. You moaned against his hand at the sight, the combined intensity of it all making you stumble into a climax of your own.

You panted and whined as you painted John’s hand and cock with your cum, continuing to rut your hips until you were milked dry.

 John laughed softly at your eagerness, feeling the sticky substance coat him. He took his hand off of your mouth once you were no longer making any noises, only breathing heavily as you came down from your high.

He lifted his hand off the two of you as you both went soft, inspecting the few drops of cum on both of your clothes.

“I bet they won’t notice if we go down to the creek and wash this off real quick,” He murmured.

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[coweyloaf]

So, the pull has ended and the fics you picked were:

✨Characters reaction to finding out your a toe walker

And

⭐Roller skating with characters modern AU

For anyone wanting another Rdr2 character just keep in mind Im only writing mxm so please suggest male characters :))

Edit: I accidentally put Kieran down twice, ignore that, I'll add up the percentage for him when it's over

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[allzelemonz]

John Marston Masterlist

Red Dead Redemption Masterlist

Annoying

Fictober Prompt: Day 3, Hate Sex Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Hate sex, anal fingering, anal sex, prostate massage, dirty talk, teasing, mentions of John’s situation with Abigail and Jack, Reader is an asshole, pre-Blackwater, violence, punchingSummary: You’ve been sent on a scouting excursion with John to find a good spot closer to Blackwater, John is annoying through the whole ride.

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[issdisgrace]

Dutch: Why is John just sitting their smiling like an idiot. Wait, is he blushing?

Hosea: Yes, he is indeed blushing.

Dutch: Why?

Hosea: Well, a couple of minutes ago Y/n came by and kissed John goodbye for the day and he’s been like that since Y/n kissed him.

Dutch: He’s whipped.

Hosea: Yes, yes, he is.

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[kylesgarrick]

now writing for red dead characters!! (favourites are : charles smith, dutch, kieran and bill)

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[xo-urban]

𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝐷𝐸𝐴𝐷 𝑅𝐸𝐷𝐸𝑀𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐼𝐼 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑣 ♥︎

𝐴𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛

Helping a Lost Cause Find His Way Back [mlm]

Made With Love [mlm]

To Be Astray [mlm]

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ

𝑁／𝐴

𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠𝑜𝑛

𝑁／𝐴

𝐷𝑢𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑉𝑎𝑛 𝐷𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒

𝑁／𝐴

#fanfic #arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #charles smith x male reader #charles smith x reader #john marston #John martson x reader #Dutch x reader #van der linde gang #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption fanfiction

[scarfacemarston]

same anon from the john asks- sorry I didn't specify!! Could I please get F,J, and L?? If u don't mind ^^ sorryyy!!

Prompt here: Hey, no worries at all! I'm happy to do it. : ) Fighting: Oh boy, we've seen this.  

However, John doesn't like to fight, but he feels like he has to; it's all he's ever known. He tries to be calm because he knows where his temper can lead him. In the past, he always wondered if there would be a round two. But once you're together? He's far more at ease. However, he'll want some time to cool off after an argument to chop wood, work with the horses, etc. However, he doesn't believe in going to bed angry. Not anymore. He's lost too many people in his life. 

Jealous: John absolutely has a jealous streak, whether it's family or friends. But you? Yes, for sure, because you're his chance to start over. He tries to act like it doesn't bother him. He might get a little angsty or make a remark here or there, but overall? I don't see anything extreme like getting into a fight with someone. He's surprisingly mature, but I think that's because he has been rejected in the past. As soon as you figure out how he's feeling, see if he wants some alone time. Otherwise, hug him around the waist, rub his back, and assure him just how much you love him. Bonus points if you say what you love about him. You can tell things are ok when you feel him melt against you. 

Love confession: John has never been the type for big gestures or the type to give a speech. I can see him trying to give hints about how he's feeling, thinking of several different plans before deciding just to be direct. Here's how I think it could go:

He waited until a clear night, at a time when most of the camp had settled. The fire glowed but still emitted warmth on the chilly night; clearly, a ploy to have you close to him. He called you over to sit next to him while he whittled. The fire illuminated your faces in a soft orange glow. He was quiet as the sound of his knife carving the wood became almost hypnotic. "Been trying to tell ya something, been tryin' a long time, but I ain't good at gestures. Ain't good with hints - giving or understanding." He chuckled sheepishly. "Ain't good with words, neither. You know that, so I guess I gotta keep it simple" He paused. " I've fallen for you. Hard. Didn't expect that to happen, 'specially after all the chaos 'round here. But you make me feel something; you make me feel seen. You don't gotta feel the same, but I just knew I had to try to tell you anyway." John continued, his voice trailing off. You couldn't help the sweet smile that appeared on your face, growing as you played his confession in your mind. "John Marston, you are something else. I knew there was something sweet about you under that rough exterior." you whispered in his ear. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He bit his lip. "Fine, C'mere and let me show you how sweet I can be," His rough voice rumbled as a roughed hand cusped your chin gently to pull you into the lightest of kisses before deepening the kiss, his arm wrapping around your waist to draw you closer. Somehow, you've ended up on his lap, but you're not complaining. You broke away breathless, a smile larger than you've ever seen on John's scarred face.

"Sweet enough for you, darling, ?" He said with a mischievous smile.

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Start of troubles

Rdr2 x gn!reader

Part 3/???

Part 1, part 2

(A/N) Welcome to another part. I know not many people read this, but if you could just leave a comment about what you think? Opinion or critique, please.

Also, reminder, requests are open! I'll post rules soon, they're be pinned.

And I'll try to write longer parts, I promise! Now, enjoy!

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So far, you've encountered an angry blonde man who threatened to shoot you because you bumped into him, an Irish man who tried flirting with you and a bear of a man who scared you to death. And the day just started.

Although it was, how other's would call it, a rough start, you didn't mind. Heck, you enjoyed it. Gave the place a charm.

You were carrying the hay for the horses when you got called over by Dutch. You quickly finished your chore before running up to him.

"Yes boss?"

"First of all, not boss. You're all free people here, I ain't your boss. Second, I need you for a job. Not alone, not yet" he let out a deep chuckle before continuing. "You'll ride with one of the men to the town. Get some supplies for mr. Pearson... And if you could pick up the mail when you're there? I'd be grateful." He nodded to you.

You were surprised. Although it wasn't anything big, you still felt honored. Being given the chance to pick up mail!

You smiled politely and nodded. "Of course. Who will I be going with?"

"It's your choice. But please choose between Javier, Arthur or Charles. They're the only one's I trust with you."

You were slightly confused at what he meant, but later figured he didn't trust you enough and wanted someone mature to come with you. So you nodded and walked to the bear man you saw earlier. You've been secretly calling him Teddy, but now it turned out his name was Charles.

"Erm... Charles?" You begun. The man raised his head, his gaze meeting yours. You stopped for a moment. His eyes... They were like jewels. This deep, nice color...

"May I help you?" He questioned, raising a brow. You quickly snapped out of your thoughts and nodded.

"Yes, actually! Dutch asked me to go to the town and grab supplies and mail... Would you mind helping out?" You said sheepishly. He was quiet at first. You swore you saw him look you up and down. But then he just nodded.

"Alright. Let's go now, it's late already." He got up, walking over to the horses. You quickly followed, walking over to yours. Your arm was still bothering you, but you managed to beg Dutch into not informing anyone about your injurie. It was safer that way. Besides, you could treat it yourself.

Charles looked over to you as you mounted your horse, patting it. He couldn't help but smile slightly. Then he rode out of the camp, signing you to follow.

"How are you doing in the camp?" He looked towards you. You knew he was wasn't much of a talker, so it was surprising he actually sparked up a conversation. You cleared your throat before answering.

"Good... People are strange. Already got told I'll get a bullet in my head..."

"Yes, Micah can be like that. But don't mind him, there's no one he has been nice to."

You chuckle to yourself. You probably knew the type. Now like you haven't pretty much lived with people like him. Tough childhood, but thankfully no one was interested in it.

When you arrived at the town, you and Charles decided to split. Charles went to the general store to pick up the supplies, you headed for the mail.

There wasn't much people. Not even the clerk. You waited calmly when someone shows up. But no one did. You took a sigh and turned around, just to froze, realizing the presence of a gun. Pointed straight at. Your. Head.

Where's Charles when you need him?

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