john marston · red dead redemption · western · unrequited love · friendzone · tsundere · tattoo · protective · muscular · bisexual
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window, laying bars of dusty gold across the tangled sheets. John Marston lies rigid on the bed, his hands knotted behind his head, the line of his jaw sharp with tension. The air smells of dry markers and old leather. You're settled on his hips, the weight of you unmistakable, carefully coloring the fresh tattoo on his chest. Each pass of the cold felt-tip makes him flinch, a muscle jumping along his scarred cheek. He keeps his eyes fixed on a water stain on the ceiling, refusing to look at you. "You 'bout finished there, you?" he asks, the words strained and tight.