#and I'd want compliments to be either masculine or masculine leaning

[jockdiscoballs]

What if I started posting selfies under the butch tag.....

[ccghastly]

Sub, Dom, or Switch

And Top, Bottom, or Both

With the Rdr2 boys

Some short headcanons on how the Van der Linde men like to get it.

(Nothing explicit, everything's written pretty obliquely)

Arthur, John, Charles, Hosea, Dutch, Keiran, Bill, Sean, Lenny, Javier, Micah, 

Arthur: 

Switch

Really depends on his mood.

Sometimes he's in the mood to feel big and in control, and sometimes he wants to lay back and be taken care of.

Both

He likes both equally well.

He just likes pleasure, however he's given it.

John: 

Sub

A bratty sub, will snark the entire time, but not so secretly really likes being bossed around.

Top

Liked bottoming a bit too much the few times he tried it, and it made him feel insecure, so he sticks to topping 

He is however very good at oral

Charles:

Switch

Not generally one for bed games, but depending on what his partner likes he can go either way

Top

Service top, loves taking care of his partners.

Had some bad experiences bottoming, so really doesn't prefer to do it anymore. But if he really trusts you he might be willing to give it a try.

Hosea:

Dom

Soft Dom, lots of praise and compliments.

Firm but sweet. Unlikely to give physical punishments.

Top

Simply doesn't derive a lot of pleasure from bottoming 

Dutch: 

Dom 

Because not being in control makes him feel uncomfortably vulnerable.

Both

Surprisingly willing to go either way

As long as he's still holding the reins, so to speak.

Keiran:

Sub

Tried Doming once or twice but got too nervous that he was doing it wrong.

Likes having clear instructions and plainly stated punishments for if he doesn't follow them. Just likes knowing what to do, and getting praise for doing it.

Both

Can go either way, entirely dependent on what his partner would like to do.

Is very whiny either way, he tears up and gets all stuttery. It's cute as hell.

Bill: 

Dom

Would be a switch if he wasn't madly insecure about his masculinity

If he trusts you he'd be willing to take a few orders.

Top

Bottoming also makes him feel very insecure

But as long as you never make fun of him for maybe wanting it, he'd probably open up enough to admit that he actually likes it either way.

Sean:

Switch

Depending on who he's with he either wants to give until they can't walk or take it until he can't.

Both

This boy just really wants to get fucked up, however the mood strikes him. Refuses to be shamed for it, everyone wants a piece of Macguire.

Lenny:

Dom

Really likes taking care of his partners, watching them fall to pleasure and knowing its all thanks to him.

The king of sweet aftercare.

Top

Was never interested in trying bottoming and still isn't.

Javier:

Switch

Leans more Dom but is willing to go either way depending on his partner.

Both

He is the loudest in bed, hands down. If he's talking It's almost entirely in Spanish, but he gets incoherent rapidly.

Very unashamed of how loud he is, why would he feel bad about a partner that makes him feel so good?

Micah:

Switch

Can go either way, but will run his mouth the entire time.

Some of what he says isn't even close to dirty talk, he just says whatever the hell comes to mind with no filter.

Bottom

He's, perhaps unsurprisingly, shameless about it. In fact he'll taunt his partners if they're not giving it to him well enough.

He's got standards and if they can't give him what he wants he'll go find someone who can.

(Here ya go, hoped you liked it! Lemme know what you think, I'd love to hear everyone's yays or nays)

[foxedthecards]

Jonas listened as Butch chatted about his father, privately thinking the guy sounded like he had a major stick up his ass. Hopefully he'd never have to meet him. Ugh. If his kid just having long hair was enough to challenge his overbearing masculinity? What a douche.

As he finished with cleaning Butch's face, he took out some hair clips and very gently stroked his fingers through Butch's soft sandy hair and around his horns, pinning the hair out of the way more. " Well I love your hair," he said with a warm smile. " And you make the long hair look good! You could grow it down to your ass if you wanted to, Butch. I'd help you brush it too! It's really soft. "

The sweet compliment of being called 'perdy' especially in Butch's adorable drawl wasn't lost on him either and that made him go pleasantly red in the face and briefly press the back of his hand to his mouth to hide his appreciative small smile.

" You are too! Or mmm. ' Han'sum sonavagun ' " he chuckled trying to imitate Butch's drawl. " I'm sorry, I'm not being mean! I really love hearing you talk, you know that? And yeah...thank you for trusting me. Really. That's...that's important to me I wouldn't break that trust for anything. "

He leaned back against the counter, closing his eyes a minute as if in deep mediation. " So...I like getting an idea of a theme as I do makeup? " he mused. " Especially if I'm doing it for someone else. You make me think of gold and desert sunsets. But I also don't want to go too overboard with things! So I'll go with gold I think. You ok with that? "

CON. // @foxedthecards

“Well… I trust ya!” Butch decides; Jonas had given him no reason not to. He was playful but not mean spirited, and from he had seen so far, he was pretty darn experienced with his make up skills!

The cowboy gets up, tail swishing with uncertainty as Jonas hurries him to the bathroom. He had no idea lighting was such a big deal when it came to applying the stuff! Once there, he noticed Jonas covering up the mirror for some reason but doesn’t say anything—was that apart of his makeup ritual? Either way, he complies when prompted to take a seat on the stool and he takes off his hat, brushing his bangs out of his face so the red head has a better view of all of his face for this. His horns are on full display as well but Jonas hadn’t questioned him any about that nor his tail, so he feels pretty comfortable with them being out in the open.

The amount of supplies Jonas had was admittedly impressive and it seemed he knew exactly what he was doing too. Butch’s eyes fall shut as Jonas begins wiping his face with that cloth; it felt nice so far, but they weren’t even the the make up part of things yet… he had a feeling his opinion might change when they got to the application of eye makeup—but who knew! Maybe Jonas would be just gentle enough to where it wouldn’t put him off.

“Well, uh—I ain’t really. I think my Pa’d wring my neck f’he ever saw me lookin’ girly,” He admits with a laugh despite how alarming that information might have seemed. “When I was a lil’ thing, people’d confuse me fer a girl a lot an’ boy, that’d set ‘im off. Wouldn’t lemme grow my hair out after all that.” He snorts as if it’s a fond memory, even though that anger would be taken out on him for it.

“…Course I trust ya. Ya ain’t given me no reason not to, an… y’make all this stuff look pretty good on yerself. Yer a perdy thing, y’know—so I figure why th’ hell not? I’ll try anythin’ once.”

[boyfriend-vernon]

s t u d y  b u d d i e s

g e n r e - s m u t

w a r n i n g s - h i g h s c h o o l  a u, v i r g i n  r e a d e r, u n p r o t e c t e d    s e x, e x p l i c i t  l a n g u a g e

o r i g i n a l  c o n t e n t - i did write this and the original that can be found on wattpad at the user ong_seunguwu

o r i g i n a l  i d o l - k w o n  j i y o n g

a u t h o r  n o t e -  i do not condone underaged or unprotected sex. by writing that they are seniors in highschool i am implying that they are 18 years of age. the reader is on the pill (mentioned briefly at the end). please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner.  that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection!

A paper ball hits you in the side of the cheek and you roll your eyes. Seriously? We are fucking seniors for crying out loud. You pick it up off of the desk with a sigh. As your economics teacher drones on and on about monopolies and societal revenue, you quickly and stealthily open up the wadded piece of paper.

"Pssssst Y/N,

I need your help studying! I know the test is tomorrow and I can't fail it! PLEASE!

-Call Me Mr Fuckin' G.O.D."

You roll your eyes, not at the request, but at how he signed the letter. You smooth out the paper and grab your pencil.

"Vernon,

 Of course, I'll help you study, but you'll owe me! And if I call you anything it'll be dipshit...

-You're Saviour."

You gently fold up the paper into a neat little square and hand it to your neighbour.

"Pass it to Vernon." You mouth at them. They nod and pass the message until Vernon is the one holding the note in his hands.

He opens the letter with little to no discretion, causing you to fight the urge to facepalm. He smiles happily to himself and rolls his eyes before grabbing his pencil to reply. A few minutes later the once again balled up piece of paper is laying on your desk again.

"Y/N calling someone older than you dipshit is disrespectful... Maybe you'll tutor me in the ways of economics and I'll tutor you in the ways of mannerisms. I'll walk home with you mkay?

xx- Vernon"

You bite back a light grin and when the teacher isn't looking, turn around and flip him off. He glares at you and you stifle a giggle.

Later that afternoon as the bell rings for the last time, signalling the end of the day, you walk through the crowded halls quickly. You finally make it to your locker. Unlocking it you shove the textbooks you don't need inside with a sigh. Shutting it allows you to finally see the goody boy leaning against the locker beside your own.

"Hey there pumpkin." He says cheekily.

You roll your eyes and turn towards the exit. You begin walking, with your backpack over your shoulders and Vernon beside you. Once outside of the large high school he links his hand with yours.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You ask him incredulously, a dark blush flowing over your cheeks.

"Shut up loser. I'm only holding your hand. You won't die." he replies slightly annoyed.  

"It's just weird! Since when do we hold hands?" You question.

"Hush, I just wanted to hold your hand, but if you're gonna whine about it then never mind." He says sounding embarrassed.

"N-no... It's fine. I was just surprised is all." Your blush grows darker.

By the time that the two of you reach your home, he is swinging your hands back and forth cutely and your chattering is nonstop. Once inside you both kick off your shoes and drop your bags by the door.

"Snack first?" You ask, making your way towards the kitchen. You two had been friends since you could barely walk and so this obviously wasn't his first time in your home. Before you could make it more than a few steps away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back. You yelp as you stumble back towards him. He chuckles and pins you up against the door.      

"Is everything okay down there Y/N?" A masculine voice calls out from upstairs, making both you and Vernon freeze.

"Sorry Mr. Y/L/N! I accidentally bumped into her and scared her!" he calls out.

"Hansol is that you? It's been a while!" The voice calls out again.

"Yes sir it has been a very long time," he begins shooting you a look that gave you chills, "Y/N invited me over to study for our big economics test tomorrow!"

"Oh that was a great idea on your part honey!" your father calls out to you this time.

"Yes sir, he is pretty good at the subject and I figured it would be v-very b-beneficial to m-me." You stutter out as Vernon licks up the side of your neck before beginning to suck on it.

"Well, I'll leave you two be! I have a big presentation tomorrow so I'll be up here in my office working on that! Knock if you need me!"

"Will do sir!." Vernon responds all the while looking at you with a smirk. You both here the door to your father's office close and you look at him incredulously.

"What are you doing?" You whisper sternly.

"You asked if I wanted a snack." He replies with a shrug looking you up and down hungrily, "I figured I'd help myself to what your parents made."

"Not only was that extremely cringe, it also isn’t on the fucking menu."

"When you tell me to stop I will, but for now..." He trails off as his mouth returns to your neck.

"Verns, s-seriously. My d-dad is l-literally right up the stairs." You say biting back moans.

"But your daddy is right here," he replies with a cocky smirk, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around him.

You protest in harsh whispers as he walks you to the kitchen and sits you down on the table.

"Oh hush Y/N.," he says darkly, spreading your legs.

You push down the hem of your skirt to cover your crotch. He chuckles before grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling it back. It hurts a little, but it turns you on more. His hot breath fans over your ear.

"Y/N I'm going to count to three. You better have your skirt lifted up and your hands above your head by the time I'm finished counting. If you don't this will be a lot harder for you."

He lets go of your hair and squats down until he is eye level with your crotch. All the while counting slowly to three. His voice has never seemed so sexy to you. You proceed to lift your skirt and raise your hands obediently. He smirks up at you as he hooks his fingers into either side of your panties and gently moves them down your thighs, then down your calves, and onto the floor. You are looking down at him nervously, as he pulls your hips to the edge of the table, his mouth centimetres from your heat. He gently kisses your clit and you shudder. He smiles and proceeds to lick it. You gasp loudly and he looks up at you.

"Your father is upstairs." he reminds you before licking your clit once more.

You bite your bottom lip and drop your hands to his hair. After assaulting your clit numerous times he surprises you by dipping his tongue into your dripping hole. You open your mouth, but no sound comes out, just a face expressing extremely pleasure.

"You're so tight Y/N and this is just my tongue. I can only imagine what you'd feel like around my fingers... Or better yet my cock."

"I-I wouldn't mind finding out..."

He sticks his tongue back inside of you and hums lightly before pulling it out again to look up at you.

"You're still a virgin aren't you Y/N?"

You look away embarrassed by the obvious fact. He chuckles, "Let's change that."

You look at him wide-eyed as he stands up and unzips his pants quickly. You try to look everywhere but at his obvious erection.

"You're so wet I should be able to just slide in. I'll be gentle with you Y/N, don't worry." He looks at you, but this time you see a lot of love in his dark eyes, not cockiness.

You nod lightly, a dark blush painting your cheeks. He pulls down his boxers and you finally give up on trying not to look at his erection.

"My eyes are up here ya know?" He questions jokingly, cupping your chin in his hand and lifting your head. He stares deep into your eyes before kissing you lightly. You are the one who deepens the kiss, with a cross between passion and aggression. He raises his eyebrow in a shocked but doesn't protest. As your kiss continues to heat up, you feel his tip brush against your core and you moan into his mouth. He slowly pushes his tip into, while lifting you lightly off the table. He slowly pushes his entire length into you and you tear up. You bite his lip harshly. He groans both at the bite and how tight you are around him.

"F-fuck Y/N." he groans out quietly.

"P-please move Vernon," you mumble.

He nods, pulling out and pushing back in. With just the first thrust you are already weak. He is surprisingly vocal; whispering out profanity and a slur of compliments to you. Eventually, his thrusts get faster and his grip on your hips gets tighter. You begin to meet his upward thrusts with downward grinds and when he hits your spot you connect your lips with his harshly. This quieted your moans significantly.

"Vernon, I th-think I'm g-gonna... Ahh." you moan out and he smirks thrusting harder and faster.

"Do it baby girl. Cum around my dick." he groans into your ear.

Right after he says these words you do and he groans. He tries to hold his orgasm in, to let you ride out your high, but he can't hold it for long and cums. Some inside of you and some on your stomach. You are both panting and sweating. He chuckles and so do you.

"I never thought you'd be my first," you say in between heavy breaths.

He smiles widely, "Can I be your last too? And every time in between?"

"Are you asking me out you asshole?"

"Is that a yes loser?"

"Well, no shit! And you’re so lucky I’m on the pill," you say as he sets you back down on the table and he nods knowingly.

As you try to stand up, you stumble forward and he catches you.

"So, what you're saying is I have to carry your fat ass?"

"Shut the fuck up! You didn't have a problem holding me up just a few seconds ago!"

He laughs as he pulls his pants and underwear back up. He rolls his eyes and picks up your underwear from the floor and then you. He lugs you over his shoulder and you yelp.

"TO THE BATHROOM WE GO!" he calls out loudly.

"Did you kids say something?" Your father calls out from up the stairs.

You tense up and Vernon answers, "Sorry I yelled in victory. I won our little economics game review!"

"Oh okay! Well, congratulations!" your father calls out once more and then the door is heard closing once more.

"Nice save douche-bag."

"Don't make me drop your ass." he replies.

You both laugh as he carries you to the bathroom and helps you clean up.