RED DEAD HAS BEEN THE ONLY GAME THAT HAS BEEN ABLE TO GIVE EXTREME SADNESS OVER EDITS. IM ACTIVELY SOBBING OVER AN ARTHUR EDIT IM GONNA EXPLODE AND KILL EVERHONE IM SO SO SAD OVER ARTHUR MORGAN.
a/n!: so this isn’t canon bc little Johnny Marston is a subby pathetic mess but this has been on my mind lately <3 I hope you enjoy.
content : John Marston (modern au; presumably no wife or kids), fem!reader, reader is cheating on Arthur with John, smut!; non-consensual/coercive sexual activity, choking and rough sexual behavior, forced oral sex, physical violence, pain and degradation, explicit descriptions of genital contact and ejaculation, spanking, and possessive/controlling sexual dialogue.
The front door had barely latched behind you when John’s hand clamped around your throat and dragged you back into the bedroom again. He kicked the door shut with his boot and shoved you onto the bed hard enough that the frame creaked.
“Strip. Now.”
You hurried to obey, peeling off your clothes while John watched with that cold, hungry stare. Once you were naked he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you forward until your face was level with the thick bulge straining his jeans.
“Open.”
You unzipped him, and his cock sprang free, already heavy and leaking. He didn’t give you time to admire it; he thrust straight between your lips and started fucking your mouth in short, brutal strokes.
“Gag on it, dirty girl,” he growled, holding your head still. “Wonder what Arthur’d say if he walked in right now and saw his sweet little thing choking on my dick.”
Tears pricked your eyes as he pushed deeper, the head of his cock bumping the back of your throat. He held you there until you started to struggle, then pulled out just long enough for you to gasp before slamming back in.
“Fuck, that’s it. Cry for me.”
When he finally let you go you were coughing, spit running down your chin. John hauled you up by the hair and spun you around, bending you over the edge of the mattress. He kicked your legs apart and lined up without warning, driving into your pussy in one savage thrust that made your knees buckle.
“Still wet from last night,” he sneered, hips snapping forward hard enough to slap skin. “You walked around all day with my cum leaking down your thighs, didn’t you? Probably smiled at Arthur while you felt it.”
You tried to answer but he shoved two fingers into your mouth, hooking them behind your teeth while he fucked you even harder.
“Answer me.”
You nodded frantically around his fingers, drool slipping down your chin.
John laughed, low and mean. “Good. Next time I want you to text me a picture of it before you wipe it off. Proof you’re walking around marked like the filthy little slut you are.”
He pulled his fingers free and reached under you, pinching your clit between two knuckles until you yelped. The pain shot straight to your core, and your walls fluttered around him.
“Fuck—there it is. You get off on the hurt, don’t you?” He twisted harder. “Say it.”
“I—I get off on it,” you gasped.
“On what?”
“On the pain—on you hurting me—please—”
John rewarded you by slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red handprint, then gripping the same spot and squeezing until you sobbed. He kept pounding into you, each thrust shoving you forward until your hips banged against the mattress frame.
“Gonna come inside you again,” he snarled, voice rough. “Gonna pump you so full it’ll still be dripping out when Arthur kisses you goodnight. And you’re gonna thank me for it, dirty girl.”
You clenched around him, the filthy promise pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm hit sharp and sudden, thighs shaking. John fucked you straight through it, pace turning savage until he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, flooding you with heat.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, grinding slow, making sure every drop stayed buried. When he finally pulled out he scooped the leaking cum with two fingers and pushed it back into your swollen pussy.
“Keep it in,” he ordered. “I want you to feel it the whole time you’re with him tonight. And tomorrow night you’re coming straight here—no panties, no bra, just that dripping cunt ready for me to use again.”
He wiped his hand on your thigh, then grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you, John.”
He smirked, released you, and headed for the door.
“Lock up when you leave. And don’t be late tomorrow, dirty girl. I’ve got plans for that ass.”
Howdy all! You can call me Blackforest :) this is my very first post on Tumblr, and I decided it would be perfect to introduce my Red Dead Oc; Miss Bonnie Mae Marshall! She is 16 years old (as of 1899), a natural crackshot and loves her friends, family and any little critters more than anything in the world! If you’d like more info about her as a character, please don’t hesitate to take a gander at my sister @x-thimblekisses-x ‘s page and oc tag as she and I share Miss BM and she has a backlog of lore about her that I helped write, though I am her original creator, lol. Please check it out! And I hope you like her as much as we do!
