the way you write john marston ugh its perfect 🤤 i know you write him from a submissive aspect, but how do you picture him with a reader that has the tendency to squirm a lot when she's really close/is super sensitive?
ohhh an excuse to talk about dickhead john marston yes…
John’s not as dumb as everyone makes him out to be. He might not be able to herd or swim but he’s got your body memorized down to a tee.
He’s got you in his favorite position. John’s breath fanned over the dip of your trembling shoulder as he reached around to rub your clit in tandem with his short, quick thrusts, kissing up your jaw when your back arched off his tummy.
John took your swollen nub and rolled it between the sides of his rough fingers, smirking as now your hips began to buck back into him. “Yeah…there we go. You’re getting close, aintcha?”
John’ll keep going that way, pinching and squeezing your clit or tugging on your nipples until your elbows colapse from underneath and you’re squirming and babbling nonsense. That’s his queue that he’s reached a crossroads.
Loyal, tender John might take over—usually after a run-in with the law or some risky job that could’ve cost him his life. He knows how fleeting everything is and that he should spend every minute being the best man he can be for you. John’ll gather your trembling frame and kiss you as you come all over, rubbing over the bruises on your hips while pulls back his slicken lips, slowing down so his cock just barely kisses your g-spot, talking you through it when the pleasure gets too overwhelming. Husband (1911 lmao) John—the one who calls you his angel and tells you he loves you.
And then there’s dickhead (1899) John.
As soon as he notices you’re squirming and mewling he’s rutting into you like the depraved mutt he is. This John is the very definition of an outlaw, a lowlife who only cares about taking what he wants regardless of if it’s fair. Don’t get me wrong–he still loves you. It’s just that he might love watching you shake and beg more. Every part of his brain lights up, triggered by the tears streaming down your face and your body’s held up uselessly by him. John thinks you’re fucking perfect. Surely you can handle a little more right? He wants more. John wants to see how you moan shake like a leaf just from him. As I said, he’s the embodiment of a greedy, selfish bastard who wants to watch you come again and again. He can remember all the saloons off the top of his head or where to find the good fishing spots. You think he can’t recall the places that overstimulate you until you’re fucked dumb?