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that-yandere-life · 4 years

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Oooo ooo! Would you pretty please do a NSFW alphabet thing for Wade Wilson 😭😭😍 thank you in advance!

[Thank you so much for helping me celebrate! I hope that you enjoy, and that it was what you were hoping for!]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Wade is mostly known as a lovable asshole to those in his life, but to you he is the definition of caring and sweet. So of course he will make sure to help clean you up, and tend to any needs you have. Don’t expect him not to make any playfully snarky comments the whole time though, he is still himself after all.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite part of his: His dick, only because he is incredibly insecure about his appearance and whether he is attractive to you. So he figures at least he can pleasure you properly even if he does look like a wrinkled nutsack.

Favorite part of yours: Everything, he is the kind of man to worship you from top to bottom. Leaving no area of your body neglected or barren from his touch by the time you both are satisfied.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Like most Yandere’s, inside of you. However sometimes he likes to “surprise” you by randomly pulling out, letting his cum go wherever it happens to land. Rubbing it into your skin as he spouts off at the mouth about the benefits it has as skin care.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

100% Into pegging, and will ask you to don a strap on at some point. Definitely can switch it up in the bedroom, even if he is mainly dominant.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Moderately experienced, knows exactly what he is doing. While he may not have had many sexual encounters with various people he did spend a long time with Vanessa. During that time however he did gain most of his current experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The Butter Churner/Jackhammer, where your hips and legs are up in the air, while he stands over you plunging down into you. It gives him great leverage to go as fast and as hard as he can, wanting to provide you with intense pleasure the entire time.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Everyone knows Wade can never be serious, so of course there are going to be moments where you both lose your focus and have to laugh. Not to mention he will have some sarcastic comment to add at one point or another.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hair doesn’t really grow down there anymore, so it’s completely bare.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You are going to be surprised at how romantic he can actually be while in the moment. It’s easiest for him to open up about his deeper feelings during the act. Not having to worry about anyone hearing besides you, touching skin on skin which is something hasn’t had in so long.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Wade jacks off whenever he feels like it, sometimes when he can’t sleep and you can.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sensory deprivation, wanting to bind you, blindfold you, gag you, maybe even using earplugs. All you can focus on is his touch, what he is doing to you, how he is making you feel. Unable to do anything but give him the signal for if you are uncomfortable, or want to stop.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere that is hidden out of sight, he is only now comfortable with you seeing him out of his clothing. So probably the bedroom is his ideal location, a place that is just for the two of you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do could be motivation to him, able to turn the most innocent statement into an innuendo. Would you expect anything less of him?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don’t think there is anything Wade would immediately say no to, if you wanted to try it he would attempt it with you. Slightly (Okay incredibly) masochistic himself, so wouldn’t mind if you were into that either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

69’ing is something that is frequent in your household as it’s the best of both worlds for the two of you. Getting pleasured and giving pleasure, able to go for hours enjoying each other.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly fast and rough, but there are days where the two of you just need each other desperately. Those times tend to be more sensual, loving, and incredibly passionate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you are down to clown he is down too. Very willing to find someplace to fuck you into oblivion, not caring who hears.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Pretty much willing to do anything, except get naked in public. If you wanted to do something public he would compromise with just pulling his dick out and putting it to good use. That way he feels secure, and you get what you are craving.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is in it for the long haul, keeping gatorade by the bed, food in the freezer for fuel, and you underneath him for the foreseeable future.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Pretty much your entire closet is filled with various toys, costumes, anything that is potentially used in the bedroom. Always trying something different to drive you over the edge.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is Wade’s bread and butter, always going to be teasing you whether it’s sexual or not. Dirty flirty jokes will be made more often than not, making for some sexy encounters...and some very awkward encounters.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Never shuts up, ever. Even when he is being romantic he is talking in your ear telling you everything and anything that is on his mind.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a deal with a company where they send him sex toys for free if he reviews them, and he takes it very seriously. Taking down notes on what you think of them, how they felt, what/who it would work best for.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slightly above average, uncut, generously thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Insatiable! Wanting you as often as you are willing, no matter what the circumstances.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Wade is the type to watch you fall asleep, getting lost in his own mind as he thinks about how lucky he is at the end of the day. To have you to come home to, to have you in his arms every night as you peacefully slumber.

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tavi-hayes · 4 years

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challenge two ~ disaster date

((hiii it’s me, completely exhausted from all of my exams but hey ho, here is my fic anyway. thank you anna @arin-schreave for that date rp and for providing me with paintball knowledge. also i don’t have the time or energy to edit this thing, so please ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes... also also if you’re going to read this, i hope you enjoy it! that rp actually made me laugh, even though when i was looking back on it i realize tavi could have worded things a little better but oh wel too late for that now. and finally thank you to chris, who always puts up with me!))

Walking down the stairs wearing jeans and a t-shirt feels very strange. For the past few weeks I had to wear dresses all day every day. It didn’t feel right to wear something casual like this in the palace. It was like seeing your grandparents in a club, or like putting on the Christmas decorations in July. Anyway, I didn’t care. They only thing that mattered was that I felt more like myself than I had since arriving here.

A member of the palace staff opens the huge doors for me. I mumble a quick thank you before stepping outside, the sun immediately blinding me. I still hadn’t gotten used to the weather here.

Bringing a hand up to block the sun from shining directly in my eyes, I spot the prince himself. He’s leaning against a car with his back facing me, staring off into the distance.

He is wearing some casual clothing as well, to whatever extent a prince can wear something casual. But he does look less formal compared to the previous times I’ve seen him.

I quickly walk down the stairs in the direction of the car. Once I’m within hearing distance I say, “uhm, hi?” I clear my throat softly, trying not to scare him shitless, “Your Highness?”

At that he turns around, staring at me for what feels like forever.

I feel mildly uncomfortable. Especially because I can’t seem to read his stare.

Is it a shit what was her name again stare?

Or a god what is she wearing one?

But then he bows a little, “Lady Octavia.”

Oh, he actually remembers my name now. That is something at least, not like the previous time we met. When he thought I was the freaking butter churner here.

But okay that only left the second option.

I look down at my own outfit, “the note said, like don’t wear a dress.”

Or my maids had tricked me, trying to make me look like a fool. Now that I’m thinking about it, that actually sounded like them. From the moment I had arrived here, they disliked me, especially Carla the sour plum.

I look up again, “is this okay?” I say, pushing some curls out of my face.

He blinks at me, surprise visible on his face. “It should be fine as long as you aren’t too attached to it.”

What is that supposed to mean? What is going to happen to my clothes?

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, “what exactly have you got planned?”

“A bit of shooting- I mean paintball I guess,” the prince says before he opens the car door for me.

I don’t know what surprises me more, the activity for this date or the fact that he opens the door for me. In the 21 years I have been on this planet, no one had ever bothered to open a car door for me. okay not really 21 years if you’re going to exclude my younger years when that was physically impossible. But being independent had become something I was accustomed to. And this particular situation, something other people might not even think twice about, was a bit weird to me.

Unsure how to respond to it, I mumble a thank you as I get into the car. “I thought you said ‘try not to hurt anyone else’?” his parting words from a couple of weeks ago echo in my head, “and now you let me shoot you?” it was all a bit ironic, wasn’t it.

“It wasn’t my idea,” he says before closing the car door behind me. I watch him walk around the car, opening the door on the driver’s side of the car. That’s when I notice the other person in the car, sitting directly behind me. I quickly connect the dots, that must be that bodyguard. Will he be here the entire time? Awkward.

“Oh, you didn’t come up with the dates yourself?” Should I even feel surprised at all. This is the same guy who wasn’t even bothered enough to learn and remember my freaking name. Of course he hadn’t put any effort in this.

“Not exactly,” the prince says as he turns the keys. The engine starts rumbling before car moves towards the gates.

Remembering my last uhm situation in a car, with me falling asleep and drooling all over the place, I must make it my goal to not fall asleep. So instead I look out of the window next to me, the palace grounds slowly passing by. There are some gardeners mowing the lawn, going in different directions to create some sort of pattern. “Are you at least looking forward to it?” I ask the prince instead.

“Honestly? getting shot isn't exactly my idea of fun. So it is what it is,” he answers. From the corner of my eye, I can see his head turning away from the road to land on me.

“Just so you know, I've been told I have an excellent aim,” I say, turning my face slightly in his direction.

He doesn’t reply, but instead turns around towards his bodyguard. That makes me smirk a little, and I haven’t even mentioned my competitiveness yet.

Before he turns back around, I’m looking out of the window again. The gate is coming up closer and closer. From this point the walls look like a freaking skyscraper, almost touching the little clouds high up in the sky. “Have you ever done paintballing before?”

“I haven’t. Why?” the prince replies with a little shake of his head.

I shrug, “I guess I won't get hit that many times then.”

The car slows to a stop, waiting for the gates to open. “I've taken shooting lessons before, Lady Octavia.”

An image of the prince with a gun in one of his hands and a dead rabbit in the other pops into my head. A deer looking like Bambi is on the ground in front of him, blood pouring from the shot wound in his abdomen.

“Oh,” trying to get rid off the disturbing scene I shake my head softly.

Another disturbing thing I should get rid off is the lady thing, “please don't call me Lady Octavia, will you. That doesn't sound like me at all.”

“It doesn't sound like you? What would you prefer to be called?” the prince says as he starts the car up again, driving through the now-open gates. Looking out of the window, I notice the guard standing in front of his little guard house. He salutes the car as it drives by. But then we’re through the gates and the car accelerates, the gates becoming shrinking behind us.

“Octavia, Tavi, whatever suits you,” I say, shrugging a little, “just ditch the Lady part, it’s a bit unsettling.”

“Unsettling? Why?” the prince replies, but before I can respond he adds something. “Because it doesn't sound as nice as Princess Octavia? Or Queen Octavia?”

Where on earth is this coming from? “Huh?” I look away from the window and turn towards the prince instead, “what?”

Perhaps he is joking again? The prince does have a strange sense of humour. However, I don’t see the joke in his statement.

“I'm just wondering if the title of lady doesn't suit you because you think that being called a princess or queen would be better,” the nonchalant tone in his voice ignites something inside me. Why does he think he has the right to accuse me of that?

I couldn’t care any less about his title, and I definitely do not want to be called princess. Or even worse, queen. What the actual …?

Scoffing, I turn away from him, “you really don’t know anything at all.” All I want right now is to get out of this car and away from this person.

It almost seems like I’ve walked into a fairy tale, where the prince turns into a monster as soon as he leaves the palace grounds.

“Don't know what exactly? Because I know a lot of things.”

“Well you definitely don't know me,” I say, but I can’t be bothered to face him this time. The dude didn’t even know my name before our last run-in.

“No, I don't and you don't know me either.”

“If I remember correctly, I didn’t say that I know you,” I roll my eyes, “but okay.”

“Well, you seem thrilled.”

What does this guy want? Is he upset I haven’t fired a million questions at him yet, eager to get to know every little detail about him? Because that is not me, especially if I’m being insulted.

“You're not giving me the chance, are you?” I can no longer keep my eyes on the city passing all around us, I snap my face in his direction, “no you're just accusing me.”

That sure hit a nerve, the prince grips the steering wheel a bit tighter. His knuckles turn white. “Well, I don't recall telling you you don't know anything.”

“You know what, forget I said anything,” I turn away from him, not being able to look in his general direction anymore.

“Fine. I will.”

After that no one says another word. Not me. Not the prince. And not the bodyguard, whose presence I had completely forgotten.

I look out of the window next to me instead, watching the buildings and cars and trees and people all blur together.

After the most awkward 20 minutes of my life, we seem to have arrived at the location.

The prince feels the need to announce it, “well, we’re here.”

“And how excited we are,” I say. As soon as the car is turned off, I open my door and quickly get out. Finally, some space to breathe. Unfortunately, I don’t get a lot of it, because that freaking prince dude walks around to where I’m standing. I feel the urge to walk away, but I have no clue where to go to or what to do, so I just stay put.

The bodyguard starts walking away, but as he does, he looks over his shoulder to the prince. This must not be an easy job, hanging around the prince all the time. Especially if the prince turns into a jerk every time he leaves the palace grounds. What would he be thinking of all of this?

The prince himself seems to be very confused, he even offers me his arm as he says, “this is where we go inside.”

I stare at his arm for what feels like 10 minutes. Is he serious right now?

Internally, I’m trying to figure out what to do. On the one hand, I would rather not touch him and stay as far away from him as possible. But on the other hand, I may have to be a little less hostile towards him if I don’t want to be send home.

After all, I still haven’t found a way to help my dad.

So, reluctantly I take his arm. “Wonderful.”

As the prince starts walking, I try to keep as much distance between us as possible.

The door is being held open by the bodyguard. Once we’re inside I notice a lot of different people, all dressed in black. I quickly realize they must be guards. My brain starts wiring, thinking of strategies for the paintballing itself. How on earth does one no get shot by people who have had training?

The general vibe in the room changes as soon as they’ve noticed the prince. Loud conversations turn to whispers.

I look around the room, but then turn to look up at the prince, “does this happen to you often?” Because if this was the effect I had on people when I entered a room, I would be bitter too.

The prince only shrugs but says nothing, and I feel my annoyance levels rising again. Why can’t he answer a simple question?

Feeling the need to get away from him, I let go of his arm and turn my back towards him. The other people are still busy whispering to one another. They look a group of close friends, a family even. That reminds me of my own family, I miss them terribly.

“I think these are for us,” the voice of the prince brings me back to reality. As I turn around, I notice the masks and vests. The prince already has a mask in his hands, and he is looking at it like someone who might look at a piece of bread with some little blue spots, trying to determine whether it’s still edible.

“It’s not going to bite you, you know.” I quickly put on one of the vests. Click and done. I decide to leave the mask off for now.

My comment earns me a frown, “I know,” the prince puts the mask down again. I turn to face the rest of the room again, not wanting to spend any more time looking in his direction.

“I guess that’s it,” the prince says when he is finally ready. I take that as my cue to leave, heading towards the doors marked with a sign stating: ‘CAUTION: dangerous area’.

The bodyguard is waiting for us, “you’ll need to read the rules.”

I look between the bodyguard and the rule list. Sighing, I walk towards it.

Wait. So when someone is hit, they immediately leave the game and you can’t shoot them anymore?

It’s already clear to me who my target is going to be. He’s standing right beside me.

I just need to get to him before one of the guards has the chance. And while I’m doing that I should try not getting shot myself. Easy…

“Are you ready?” the prince says as he’s putting his mask on.

I quickly pull my hair into a ponytail before I put the mask on, “yup.”

It’s weird wearing this mask. The part in front of my eyes is see-through but has a dark grey effect over it. My vision gets distorted a little. It’s like I’m on a whole different planet right now.

As I walk through the door, someone hands me a paintball gun. It’s way lighter than I had thought it would be.

The prince’s bodyguard tells us to take cover and not start shooting before someone gives us a sign. What a shame, I have a clear view on the prince right now. I could make a perfect shot from here. But no Tavi, wait for the sign. Plus there was a rule about the safe-shooting distance.

I’m trying to come up with a strategy. In the middle there’s something that looks like a house, with only the walls of its ground floor still standing. It seems like the perfect hiding spot but given its central location many people might want it as their safe place. So it’s not an option for me.

There are pillars scattered around the room, some still standing while others have fallen to the ground. You can’t really hide behind them, especially if the other players are on the move. They might take one step to the left and bam they can shoot you. Only dumb people would hide behind a pillar.

What else is there? I see some barrels here and there, but that would mean I need to start in a crouching position and when people start running around it will take me too long to get back up again.

Then my eye falls on some sort of shelving unit with a camouflage blanket draped over it. Perfect.

I quickly run over to it. and I’m happy to find out I can actually stand up straight behind it without being seen.

But as I’m looking around, I notice there are a lot of people taking cover around me. If they have seen me running in this direction, they know I’m here.

Before I can do anything else, someone announces the start of the game. Before I can even blink my eye, I hear sound of paintballs being shot. One hits the wall next to my hiding space.

Without thinking twice, I appear behind it and run in a different direction, stopping every once in a while behind one of those barrels. Then I stumble across a rock, already covered in paint. Behind the rock is 25 feet high wall. Anyone who hasn’t been blessed with some superpower won’t be able to get on top of it. And there happens to be just enough space for me to crawl between the rock and the wall. Perfect!

I try to look around the corner of the rock with out being seen. In the distance, I see a movement. But before I have my gun in such a position that I could hit the other person, the movement disappears again. Dropping down my gun, I sigh, realizing this may be a perfect hiding spot but it will be extremely difficult to eliminate other players.

And I need to figure out where that prince is.

I sneak around behind the rock and make my way over to the house in the middle. It’s probably not clever to enter it, since I can’t see who or what is hiding inside. But I also can’t keep standing here like this, then I’m just an open target. I move around the house, ducking below every windowsill in the walls. There is a separate wall a couple of feet away, with a barrel in front of it creating some sort of corner. And if I just stay low, it will be difficult for others to spot me.

Once I’m crouching in the corner and I feel sure enough that no one has me as their target right now, I try to look around the corner.

But then a weight crashes into me, making me lose my balance and fall to the ground hard. My kneecaps scream in pain. Standing up again hurts like hell. I quickly realize my hands are empty, where on earth is that gun? But then I see the other person has simply fallen on top of it. I push the other person away from me and my gun. As soon as I have it in my hands again, I aim it at the other person, who hasn’t even raised their gun at me. Amateur.

Knowing fully well we weren’t allowed to shoot from within 20 feet, I don’t actually pull the trigger. But I don’t lower my gun either.

Then the other person points towards their mask, “it’s Arin.”

Of course.

At that I do lower my gun and point it to the floor instead. “Maybe you should use your eyes when you're running around,” I try to whisper, but I’m not sure of he can actually hear me that way, with the masks and the shooting sounds and all.

“Maybe you shouldn't get so mad when people make mistakes,” he says before rolling onto his stomach so he can push himself of the ground. I can’t think of any normal person who roll onto their stomach when they’re trying to stand. But okay.

“Mistakes huh?” from the corner of my eye I see a new movement, I place my gun in position and shoot. A hit. I mentally give myself a pat on the shoulder. Well done Tavi. “You literally accused me of only being in this selection for your freaking title.” Oh boy, I had not forgotten that car scene just yet.

“It’s a fair assumption,” he says way too loudly for my liking. It might attract the unwanted attention of others.

Besides his loud voice, I also don’t like what it is he’s saying. A fair assumption, pfft.

I take 10 steps backwards, before I pull the trigger of my paintball gun.

But that damned prince jumps out of the way, causing the ball to land on the wall behind him. A bright blue splash appears right there. But before I can shoot again, an orange paint ball explodes on his arm.

I turn to look in the direction where that shot came from, but right at that moment a tall person appears. Without thinking, I run away from the scene in the opposite direction.

Diving behind a rock, I try to catch my breathe.

I can feel the adrenaline in my veins.

Good thing, the prince got shot. Karma is a bitch after all. But unfortunately, it hadn’t been my shot. Maybe I should have aimed at him again, right after that orange ball exploded. Although that would have been against the rules.

Once I have calmed myself again, and I can actually think clearly, I look around the corner. No one to be seen.

Then a paint ball explodes on frontside of the rock. I need to leave this place.

The house in the centre of the room is still calling out to me. And I, unable to push my curiosity away, run over to it.

I climb through a window to get inside, which was harder than I expected. But fortunately for me the room behind that window is empty.

A shadow moves before the outside of the windowsill, right where I just climbed inside.

I need to move now. I crawl towards a door, but as I pull it open, I realize that might have not been the cleverest idea. Because in the other room someone is waiting, and as soon as the door opens, they shoot. A splash of green paint appears on my upper leg, right where the ball exploded. Oh, that will bruise.

Damn these guards and their strategic minds.

I raise my hands in defeat and make my way across the room towards the exiting doors. Once again, I find myself in that welcoming area.

I look around the room and realize I have legit no one else to go to except that prince guy. He’s sitting on a bench, his head leaning against a locker. His eyes are closed. I sigh.

“You okay?” I say as I’ve walked over to him.

His eyes open and he blinks as he looks up at me, “huh?”

Now that the adrenaline is sizzling down, I feel the terrible pain in my knees. I sit down next to the prince. At a safe distance. He scoots away from me anyway, “I’m fine.”

I can’t go on like this, what is wrong with this dude? “Why are you a completely different person now than you were last time I saw you?” Last time he didn’t throw accusation around like confetti. Yes he seemed uncomfortable then, but he hadn’t been unkind. And I knocked him to floor then. But now, what was his problem. “What on earth did I do to you?”

Instead of responding like any normal person would, he gets up and ignores me.

That was the final straw, I’m done with this. “Prick.” I get up as well, take off the vest and put it down on a different bench together with the mask. I open the door for myself and walk onto the parking lot, making sure it falls shut behind me.

I lean against one of the walls, taking in some much-needed fresh air. This prince. Urgh. Who does he think he is?

What on earth is wrong with him? Is he going to be this bitter to everyone? Because if he is then he may not even have to eliminate anyone anymore. Everyone will just leave because they want to.

The door opens and the prince steps onto the parking lot. Wonderful.

Thankfully he goes to stand near his car, putting at least some distance between us. Though I would prefer there to be a wall as well.

I can feel his stare on me, but I ignore him by pointedly looking in a different direction.

Until I can’t take it anymore.

Turning my face towards him, and looking him in the eye, I ask, “what is it?”

“Nothing,” he holds up his hands, “I just thought you shouldn't wait alone.”

This doesn’t make any sense. “What is it exactly that you want?” I sigh and shrug, “one moment you act like you can't stand to be around me, but now you're here again?”

Like seriously, does he have a split personality or something? If he dislikes me that much that he must scoot away from me when I sit down or that he just straight up ignores me, then why would he come outside now if he could have waited inside, with me nowhere in sight.

“Look, I don’t know where we went wrong,” he shakes his head.

That makes me raise my eyebrows, is he serious right now. I try to sound less hostile and more neutral this time, perhaps that will make him answer, “really?”

But no, the prince just leans against his car and stares at me for a very long time.

I don’t redirect my gaze, I just stare straight back, not feeling as uncomfortable as before. But that may be because of all the other emotions I’m feeling right now.

Then he just asks, “what do you want?”

At first, I don’t know what he means. But the only thing I want in this whole wide world is for my dad to come home. For him to get his freedom back.

The feeling of missing my dad, that exact feeling that has been building up for more than 6 years now, just crashes into me. “I- I just,” I feel very overwhelmed and I look away, not wanting the prince to see any of it. It’s all for him, for my dad. This. Everything. Not for some dumb title. Or for the fame. Not even for love. I take a deep breath, before mumbling, “my dad is in jail.”

He is in jail when he should be at home with his family. The same family I left behind in order to come here. For that royal library with its collection of law books.

“How did that happen?” the prince asks, after a long period of silence.

I try to push my feelings back. But lately they have been uncontrollable, resulting in me overreacting and snapping at others. “Murder apparently,” it’s hard for me to say that aloud, knowing from experience how people respond to it. Hearing about the jail situation makes them feel sympathetic. But then the murder thing is dropped and they start judging, creating awful scenarios or saying how it’s only fair for him to be locked up.

I can tell it’s happening right now. “I’m sorry,” the prince manages to get out.

“He-“ I look to the ground, knowing fully well nothing I say can keep the judgments from forming. I feel my body starting to shake, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my t-shirt. “He didn’t do it.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

I don’t even know what to say anymore, it’s a miracle I get a yeah out. Internally I’m trying to push my emotions down again, so they will lose the control they have on me. It’s taking me some time, but after a couple of minutes my mind has cleared again. Though it feels like the weight of the world has fallen off my shoulders after saying something about my day out loud.

As I look up again, I realize my hair is still in a ponytail. I quickly take my hair down and shake it a little with my fingers.

“Um… do you want to go?” his voice makes me focus on him again. He’s busily scratching the orange paint from his arm.

“Yes please,” I say before pushing myself away from the wall.

The prince nods, “let me go get Kevin.” He turns away and walks back towards the building.

I walk to the car, waiting for him to come back and unlock it. My own reflection is staring back at me in the door, god I look like a mess.

A few minutes later, the prince returns with his bodyguard. He unlocks the car and gets inside. I do the same thing. As I try to fasten my seatbelt, some curls fall in front of my face. I quickly push them behind my ears.

The car drives backwards out of the parking spot, before switching to forward and turning away from the paintball building.

Again no one is saying anything. But thankfully the prince reaches for the radio and turns it on.

I immediately recognize the song. It’s Starman by David Bowie. My fingers automatically start tapping on my legs. I make sure to tap nowhere near the green splash on my left leg, that spot is very sensitive right now.

🎵 There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds 🎵

I find myself humming along, not even caring about the other two people in the car. My eye falls on some colourful graffiti on one of the buildings, it looks like a parrot.

Before I know it, the song ends, I turn towards the prince, “sorry i just really love that song.”

“It’s fine,” he says before glancing out of the windows. It reminds me of myself on the drive towards the paintball date, making a point of looking in any other direction than his.

A hint of a smile appears on my face, glad he didn’t directly tell me to quit it, “if you say so.” My fingers start tapping on my legs again as the next song begins, I don’t know this one but it has a good beat. “You asked me what I want, but what is it you want?”

“To get home and do my work,” he turns his head in my direction and raises an eyebrow.

I almost snort, how could I expect a different answer? I look out of the window again, listening to the songs on the radio, humming along to each one I know.

Before I know it, we’ve reached the palace gates again. This sure was better than the car ride earlier today. I notice his sigh before he glances over at me. “You’re glad this is over, aren’t you?” I ask, in a much better mood thanks to the music. My iPod was still nowhere to be found, so I hadn’t been able to listen to any songs these last couple of days. It felt like a detox. I hated it.

The shifts uncomfortably next to me, “I’m tired.”

I turn my gaze out of the window again, “I can only imagine.”

The gates open and so the car starts driving again. I notice a different guard is standing in front of the little guard house right now, he salutes the car in the same way the guard earlier today did.

Next to me, the prince mumbles, “I think we both are.”

Well, I can’t deny that so I just nod my head, “trying to shoot you cost me all my energy, only for someone else to beat me to it.” That makes me turn around to face the bodyguard sitting behind me, “well done by the way.”

Kevin the bodyguard looks up at me and nods before whispering, “if he acts like that again I'll let you be the one to shoot him.”

That makes me chuckle, “thank you. I appreciate that.” It sure meant something for the prince’s own freaking bodyguard to say that.

He gives me a little smile, “any time, miss.”

I return the smile, before turning back to the front again. I realize the car has already stopped moving.

The prince, completely unaware of the things his bodyguard just said, sighs again, “we’re here.”

I quickly take off the seatbelt and get out of the car, taking in some fresh air. The prince once again walks over to where I’m standing. I look up at him, “thank you for this wonderful date.” It sure was something.

His reply is a mumbled my pleasure.

“I will see you around I guess,” I take a few steps away from him, “unless you decide to eliminate me of course.” And the chance of that happening is huge after this date.

I could have been nicer to him or apologize for my behaviour. But no, I’d rather leave with my beliefs and values intact then stay, with them in the trashcan.

He nods at me, “sure, Tavi,” before walking another direction.

He- he just called me Tavi. Maybe there is some progress here after all.

I walk over the doors, which are opened by a staff member again. I look back once, just to find the prince already out of sight.

#selectionoc #challenge 2 #fic

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the artist | chapter fifteen

“Should I put both of my feet up or just one?”

I swallowed upon sight of Lars' nude body there on the stool before me: he had opened up his legs enough for me to see in between there. I licked my lips upon sight of him. His skin looked so smooth, like fresh butter straight out of the churner. His skin looked especially smooth right in between his thighs. I wanted to touch him there, much like how I touched Joey on his chest, but I wanted to go further with Lars.

I examined the curvature of his legs as they dangled against the legs of the stool. I swallowed again, but he asked me the question so I had to tell him.

“Try—just one,” I advised him.

“Right or left?”

I lowered my gaze to his legs once again. His ankles had a nice, toned curve to them: his right one had it more so the case, thus I gestured at that one. He raised his right leg and rested his foot upon the highest rung so I got a full view of the inside of his thighs and his pelvic area.

I could feel my face growing warm at the sight of him there before me. I unzipped my jacket a bit but it was useless: I needed a bit more of a relief.

I decided to take the whole jacket off: I lay it down on the table next to me. The painting of Joey was right there, underneath the surface of the table, out of sight and out of mind. But I thought of him there right underneath me, right underneath my arms.

I gazed on at Lars' legs and his hips, and his waist and his chest. His whole body, toned and lovely from drumming and taking care of himself during the pandemic.

One thing that always got me about the thick of the pandemic, aside from the obvious fact of people picking and choosing when to wear their masks or not, was the odd and oft vivid dreams I would experience some nights. It was because of those nights I would wake up and the sight of the dream still hung inside of my mind. Still bright and bold inside my mind, like a drug induced hallucination. It was because of this very tidbit that I found the ability to inject a bright new life into my art.

And it was because of that very tidbit that when I picked up the paint brush to bring him to life.

The shadows hugged the contours of his body while the cold lights over our heads gave his skin a nice healthy soft glow. There was one thing he was missing, however. One thing that I needed a little help from.

I swallowed yet again and shifted my weight whilst standing there with the paint brush in hand.

“Don't move,” I told him as I raised a finger at him. He showed me a sly little smile and I ducked out of the room to the hallway, where I was met with the sound of chatter and whatnot as it floated in from the next room. I made my way back to the front room, which smelled even warmer and homier than before from the fresh coffee brewing. I spotted Stone standing on the other side of the room with his mask in hand. Will burst out laughing at something Chris was doing, but it was a good cover for me to skirt past them and towards the front door. His face lit up at the sight of me.

“Hey, Holly. What's up?”

“Can I speak to you in private?” I asked him in a low voice.

“Uh, sure?”

I guided him to around the counter, and into the next room. I ducked around the corner and he faced on at me with a quizzical expression upon his face.

“Do you—have any flowers on hand?” I asked him.

“Yeah, we have a, uh—couple of lilies and a pair of sunflowers in the back seat of the car.” He chuckled a bit. “This is what you wanted to ask me?”

I licked my lips: I never realized how thirsty I felt right then.

“I'm—drawing Lars,” I told him, to which he shook his head.

“Yeah? So?”

I nibbled on my bottom lip.

“You know. I'm—drawing him.” I raised my eyebrows at him. He squinted at me.

“Without clothes on,” I clarified, to which he grinned at me.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I nodded my head.

“So you want a little—decorative to it. But why are you telling me this in private, though? That doesn't answer my question about it.”

“Because—” I gestured for him to come closer to me. He bowed his head in towards mine. “—I don't want Chris or Joey to know that I'm in the same room as a naked man.”

“Oh, I see,” he whispered. “Should I tell Dave?”

“As long as he can keep the secret, too,” I pointed out. Stone showed me his tongue right then. He had this twinkle in his eye and I wanted to know what he was thinking right then. He slithered past me back to the room behind us. I kept my back pressed to the wall even though I was alone in there. I slid towards the doorway, where I was met by Will and the empty coffee mug in hand.

“Oh, 'scuse me—” I said to him, out of breath: I had been holding my breath for a good long minute without my realizing it.

“Oh, no, pardon me,” he assured me in a hushed voice. I tried to slip past him but he lunged for the same direction as me. I went for the left and so did he. Right. Back to left. He zigged whenever I zagged.

“Well,” he said at one point.

“Wishing well?” I asked him.

“That's wishing Will to you,” he teased me, to which I giggled. I finally managed to duck past him to meet up with Stone and the supposed bouquet of flowers, but I knew he would have to go past them there at the table. I hung there, right next to Chris and Joey, the latter of whom had this faraway look on his face.

“What's up, Joseph?” I greeted him as I pressed a hand to my hip. He sighed through his nose and lowered his gaze to the bottom hem of my shirt and then to the floor.

“He's afraid of not having much of anything to do while he's here on the west coast,” Chris clarified for me.

“Turn to art,” I told him and I saw him suck in his stomach, even though there wasn't much of anything to suck in with him.

“Turn to art, Joey,” I begged him as I took a step towards him, “trust me on this. Please trust me on this. It'll help you big time.”

“But I'm not good,” he pleaded to me.

“You can get good, though,” I assured him. “I mean, you got good with singing and drumming. I can help you if you wish.”

“Would you?” He knitted his eyebrows together.

“Of course.” I turned to Chris, who looked on at me with a pensive expression on his face. “Would you be willing to join us as well?”

“Yeah, sure. As long as it gets me closer to serving as model for you.” He flashed me a wink and Joey lowered his gaze yet again.

“I'll teach you guys about color theory and how to give things depth,” I vowed to them. “I'll teach you even with all the feelings I have about my art from time to time.”

Joey tucked a curl behind his ear and that was when Stone stepped back into the speakeasy. He handed me the bouquet as if he was actually handing me a bouquet of flowers for me.

“You're not afraid of the unknown,” he told me.

“There's nothing about it to be afraid of,” I assured him with a shrug of the shoulders. The lilies and the sunflowers all smelled fresh as though they had been picked right out of their garden. “Nothing about it to be afraid of.”

Chris winked at me again as I doubled back to the room to catch up with Lars again. Sure enough, he hadn't moved a muscle since I stepped out of there. I handed him two of the lilies, and he tucked them both behind his ears.

“That's adorable as hell,” I told him with a chuckle. I rested one sunflower upon his shoulder and the other atop his thigh: my hand was a mere few inches from that extra bit of flesh between his legs, that length there. I got that close to it. That was a step further from touching Joey on his chest and his stomach.

I returned to the easel to finish the job with the flowers that time around. I knew that it had be getting late right then. The darkness was about to swallow us whole yet again.

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obsessed-withthe-hales · 7 years

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The Article

50 Reasons To Have Sex #4 - Your friend told you about a new position

Author’s Note: I had so much fun with this! I really hope you guys like it, so let me know :) It turned out way longer than I thought haha! Enjoy!!!

Also, here is the link to the article that I’m referring to. It’s actually quite interesting! I recommend you give it a glance ;)

Warnings: Language; smut (duh); cute, fluffy awkwardness

50 Reasons Tags: @openly-panda, @angels-secrets, @logancola, @wolfshifter4life, @palaiasaurus64, @lipstickstainsandwerewolfchains, @melanie451, @hardladyheart

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“Oh, my God,” I mumbled to myself, scrolling through the article with intrigue. My attention was so focused that I didn’t even hear the door of the loft slide open. “That does not look comfortable.”

“Hey, babe,” Derek’s deep voice said, making me jump and look up at him with wide. He chuckled at my reaction, raising a brow and strolling over to the couch where I was perched. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. What’re you reading that’s got you so dead to the world?”

“Oh, it’s just an article that Lydia sent me. Pretty interesting actually,” I told him, turning back to my phone.

“What’s it about?” Derek plopped next to me, slinging an arm over my shoulders and tilting his head to try and see the small screen.

“Uh...sex positions.”

“Oh, really? Anything catching your eye?” he asked playfully, a devilish smirk forming on those gorgeous lips. I grinned and chanced a glance over at him.

“There are a few things that I think we could try out sometime,” I said, throwing him a smirk of my own. “But some of these....they don’t even look fun.” I scrolled through, stopping with an exclamation of surprise when I found one, showing Derek the picture. “Like this one! The ‘butter churner’. My neck and back would cramp for weeks!”

“Oh, God,” he replied with a grimace, taking the phone from my hand to study it closer. “That does look awful.” Derek scrolled through slowly, shaking his head at some of the positions the article had to offer. “The ‘wheelbarrow’ doesn’t look too bad...”

“Der, my arms are not strong enough for that. Oh, but there’s a seated variation! That probably wouldn’t be...too terrible,” I said, squinting my eyes in an effort to try to get a better look. I hummed in curiosity, making Derek chuckle. “Hey! The ‘couch surfer’ looks like it could be fun!”

“I like the ‘mountain climber’,” Derek pointed to it with a smirk before looking over at me, his gaze traveling from my eyes down to my lips, sending a spark up my spine. “I could get a work out in and get off at the same time with that one.”

Laughing loudly, I placed my hand on his thigh, squeezing it playfully before leaning my head on his shoulder as we continued to read.

“Oh, my God,” I exclaimed, snatching the phone away from him. “Wouldn’t that...I don’t know, like- break you?” I showed him the illustration of the ‘snow angel’, a position in which Derek would lay over me facing the opposite way like in a sixty-nine, but instead of oral sex, we would be having actual sex.

“Christ,” Derek muttered, a pained expression on his face. “We are never doing that. I don’t even know how- how it would work.”

With a dual shutter, we quickly scrolled past, taking a mental note to never even bring that up. Once we reached the end, I let out a hum and Derek stretched, dropping a kiss to the top of my head.

“You should save this article. Like bookmark it or something on your phone. So we can come back to it and maybe try a few of these out sometime.”

“Okay,” I replied softly as Derek got up and headed for the kitchen, but I stayed where I was, staring at my phone and pursing my lips as if in deep thought. The sounds of clanking dishes and running water played in the background, but I didn’t pay much attention. No, I was preoccupied with other things. “Hey, Der?”

“Hm?”

“What if we, uh- try one out...now?” I asked tentatively, peeking over at him from where I still sat on the couch.

“Like...right now?” Derek kinked an eyebrow in question, his green eyes widening just the smallest bit. Biting my lip, I gave a gentle nod, prompting him into action. Abandoning the sandwich he had made, Derek was suddenly across the room and cupping my face, his mouth molding to mine.

I let out a small gasp of surprise before returning the kiss, threading my arms around his neck to pull him closer. He groaned, breaking away for just a moment to hop over the back of the couch. The corners of my lips twitched up as he attached his mouth back to mine, gently urging me to lay back on the cushions so he could crawl over my body.

Derek began trailing kisses across my jaw, nipping at the flesh playfully. The breath of air brought thought back into my head momentarily and I started to giggle, pushing lightly on his broad chest.

“Der, wait,” I chuckled, earning a growl of protest that only entertained me further. “We didn’t pick one.”

He pecked my lips one more time before flopping on the couch next to me. I pulled my phone back out, opening up the article once again and scrolling through.

“Okay, so. We should probably start with something simple, right? Not too crazy, but still hot,” I said, earning a nod of agreement.

“What about that one?” he suggested, pointing to the first position on the list. I laughed and shook my head.

“You just wanna get this show on the road.”

“Can you blame me?” He let out a low growl, pressing his lips to the side of my neck, one hand snaking under my shirt.

“Alright, alright,” I giggled. “Not that one. It’s too simple.”

“Oh, the ‘stairway to Heaven’ looks fun.”

“It does,” I agreed. “But there’s a draft this time of year and sex isn’t good when you’re cold. But-” I paused, showing him my top pick with a devilish grin. “I think this could be a good time.”

“So, we just...turn it on? And sit on it?” Derek asked, staring intently at the washing machine in front of us. I nodded, pursing my lips in thought.

“Yeah. I guess the spin cycle is supposed to be good? But we can’t just let it run with nothing in it.” He eyed me for a moment, already knowing what I was thinking.

“Y/N-”

“I’ll be right back!” I exclaimed, running toward the bedroom to grab the dirty laundry that I knew was waiting to be washed. I could feel Derek’s eyes on my naked form as I retreated, laughter echoing down the hall. When I returned, he was smiling, holding open the washing machine lid for me.

Once the clothes were loaded and the device was started, we stared at it some more.

“Should we, I don’t know, put a towel down?”

“Wouldn’t that make it too slippery?” I asked, biting my lip nervously.

“My ass is going to stick to the metal,” Derek replied, raising his brows at me.

“Better than falling off and cracking your head on the corner or something. Come on, wolf boy, hop up there!”

I watched carefully as Derek got up on the machine, taking a moment to situate himself before motioning for me to join him. I drew my lip between my teeth in anticipation, no longer sure that this was a good idea. Once I stepped into his reach, Derek picked me up as if I weighed nothing, plopping me on his lap and letting me scoot around until I felt secure.

“Alright,” I breathed, the vibrations already making their way through my body. “And now we just...have sex.”

“Right. Sex. So uh, let’s get started, I guess.” With that, Derek wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me from falling off of him and turned my head with the other in order to kiss me. It was deep and passionate, sends waves of heat straight to my core. Before I knew it, I was moaning into his mouth every now and then, our tongues tasting each other with fervor.

His hand trailed down from my cheek, caressing until he reached my breast. Cupping it in his calloused palm, I couldn’t help but whimper when he flicked his thumb over my nipple, bringing it to a hard peak. Derek continued his ministrations for awhile, getting me all worked up, then proceeded to snake down my side, over my thigh where he lingered, massaging and squeezing gently, carefully moving to the inner portion, my legs automatically parting for him.

“So wet,” he mumbled against my mouth as he ran a finger through my folds. He was right, I was practically soaked, probably drenching his thighs underneath me. His slow, deliberate actions mixed with the vibrations from the washer had rendered me a puddle of jello, completely at his mercy. Derek circled my clit slowly a few times, making me shudder, before running his fingers down ever so gently to my entrance. He teased me until I was practically begging for more, more, anything.

Pushing two fingers into me, Derek took his time curling and thrusting them, driving me absolutely insane. I hooked my legs around his, giving him space to work, my knees resting just on the outside of his. His lips had found their way to my neck, sucking dark marks into the skin and biting just the way he knew drove me wild. My breathing was shallow, hands clutching him to hold on for the ride, hips trying desperately to buck into his hand but not able to with his strong grip on me.

I came with a shout, the tremors quaking all the way through me so intensely that I couldn’t tell what was shaking from my orgasm or the spin cycle. Derek worked me through it the whole time, whispering sweet nothings and words of praise in my ear, his touches gentle and light until I practically begged him to stop because I was too sensitive.

“Fuck,” I sighed, finally coming down from the intense rush. I could feel his cock throbbing against the small of my back, weeping at the tip and in need of attention. Derek hummed against my shoulder, raining feathery kisses over the skin and making me shiver.

“That was hot,” he mumbled, moving up to tug on my earlobe. I smiled seductively, turning into his hold and pressing a lingering kiss to his mouth.

“You gonna fuck me now?” I asked, eager and ready for him. He growled in response, gripping my hips tightly to lift me up. After some maneuvering, we were finally able to figure out how to make this work.

Then Derek was buried deep inside of me, his dick pressing against spots I swear he had never reached before, and I had to take a moment to compose myself. Once I let him know I was ready, we started to move, first just grinding my hips back against his in small circles.

“Shit, Y/N,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps to break out over my skin. I gasped at the feeling of it all, the vibrations doing wondrous things for my oversensitive clit, sending shock waves to the bundle of nerves without actually stimulating too much since there was no direct contact.

Derek began to shallowly move me up and down on his length, creating the perfect sensations to drive us each completely mad with arousal. The coil in my stomach was rapidly tightening, threatening to break loose at any moment. My nails dug into the flesh of Derek’s thighs and I cried out loudly, not able to control the moans and pleas falling from my lips.

My back arched as I came, clenching around Derek’s cock over and over again as my eyes practically rolled back in my head. I shook and trembled, toes curling and all. He was right behind me, the feel of my climax triggering his own. Derek groaned as he spilled into me, burying his face between my shoulder blades.

Slowly, we each came down, breathing returning to somewhat normal and the sweat on our skin starting to dry. I couldn’t help but giggle when I turned to kiss him again, satisfaction running through my veins. Derek grinned and returned the action before helping me down carefully, making sure that my wobbly legs were able to support me.

“Wow,” I breathed, starting at the washing machine with a newfound fondness. A groan rang through the air and Derek peeled himself away from the appliance slowly, rubbing his ass once he was standing next to me.

“My butt is numb,” he grumbled. “But it was definitely worth it.”

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russellthornton · 6 years

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10 Kinky Sex Positions for a Wild Night Every Day of the Week

If you want to heat things up in the bedroom, trying some kinky sex positions will definitely do the job. These are must-tries for spicing things up.

When it comes to sex, it can get very boring very quickly. There’s only so many times you can do the same position before it stops being exciting. The best way to avoid this is to throw in some kinky sex positions every now and then.

Keeping your sex life interesting is extremely important. You connect and bond with your significant other through sex. It’s vital to make sure you’re both satisfied. If you’re both bored, it can end up causing riffs in other areas of your relationship as well.

Everyone has some kink in them somewhere

We all get a little kinky every now and then. There are certain things we all like that can be deemed as a little “freaky.” This doesn’t mean you’re crazy in bed or anything else. It just means you like something interesting and wild every now and then.

This is normal. You can’t hide this part of you simply because you’re concerned about what your partner thinks. If they truly care about you, they’ll make an effort to please you in bed. That means they’ll be willing to try some freaky stuff every now and then. [Read: How to be a freak in the sheets without being creepy]

Kinky sex positions to spice up your nights together

If you’re not the type to get wild often, you probably have no ideas about what’s considered to be kinky sex positions. Here’s our list of the best kinky sex positions to try every night of the week.

#1 The butter churner. This is a very interesting position and by that, I mean it’s very kinky. If you want to try this sex position, you’ll want to be very close to your significant other, as it displays much of the lady bits.

Girls, get down on the ground and roll onto your back so your shoulder blades are only on the ground. Your legs will be folded across your body so they’re touching the ground near your head, and your butt will be in the air.

The guy will then put himself in you from above in a downward motion. Basically, he’ll be the one churning and the woman is the butter. His legs will be on either side of you. [Read: Sex positions that’ll impress your man and drive him wild]

#2 X position. If you know what scissoring is between two women, this one will be pretty easy for you to do. All you have to do is lay down and on your back. Then, have your partner turn on their side and move into you with one of their legs above and below your body.

You’ll basically be like an X shape. The guy can enter this way and you can both work to move with one another. It’s definitely kinky, but one of the simpler positions.

#3 Waterfall. If the guy is flexible and the girl loves being on top, this is the way to go. It’s an easier one of the kinky sex positions we have for you. Basically, the guy will lay on a piece of furniture with his back bent over the edge.

He’ll be doing a backbend of sorts. Then, the girl hops on top and rides him while he’s “falling” off the piece of furniture. Hence the name, waterfall. [Read: 16 erotic sex positions you’ll need to try out]

#4 The hot seat. Remember the butter churner? We’re about to reverse those roles a little bit. The guy will roll onto his back with his junk in the air much like the woman did in the butter churner.

This time, however, the woman will turn away from the man and sit on his member, which should be straight up in the air at this point. Once again, you’ll want to be a bit more comfortable with your partner for this one.

#5 Wheelbarrow. If you’re looking to make your sexcapades a workout, this is the best of the kinky sex positions for you to try out. The woman will be propped up on her hands so she’s nearly upside down. Her legs will be wrapped around the guy behind her.

He’ll hoist her up by her thighs and penetrate her. Think of this like doggy style, just with the guy lifting up the woman until she’s holding herself up on her hands and he’s got her thighs wrapped around him. [Read: 30 different sex positions for a 30-day sex challenge]

#6 Spider. Remember when you used to go on the swings and straddle someone? That’s the basis of this next kinky sex position. The woman will straddle the guy while on the bed or floor. The difference here is that the girl will lay back so her body is relatively flat.

The guy will stay propped upright, while leaning back on his hands slightly. Both of your legs should be bent a bit and you can work together to thrust into one another. It’s kinky, but not too wild.

#7 Pretzel. This is a super fun sex position that’s pretty relaxed for the women. The girl will lay on her back with her hips tilted to one side. The guy will be upright on his knees. He’ll slide in with one of the girl’s legs underneath him and the other curving around his hip on top.

This one gives the guy a great view while allowing the girl to sit back and relax. It’s also perfect for control, too. You can go as fast or as slow as you want and it’ll feel great either way. [Read: 12 easy sex positions that won’t break your neck or worse]

#8 Exercise ball bouncing. If you really want to make things interesting, grab an exercise ball. This is super easy but it adds a layer of kink when you grab a bouncing ball and add it to the mix.

All the guy has to do is sit on the ball. The girl will back up to him and sit down on top of him. You can bounce your way to orgasms together. This one is especially great simply because you can alter your position and it’ll still be fun.

#9 The bridge. Get ready for a workout if you’re a guy because this is all about your strength and flexibility. What the guy has to do is lay on the ground and push up into a backbend so his chest, stomach, and manly bits are in the air.

Then, the woman straddles him and rides him from the top. If the girl is really short, this might be a difficult one to accomplish. However, if you can, give it a try even for just a minute so you can get the sensations it offers. [Read: All the sex positions men love for a night all about him]

#10 Kiss of life. This is all about the lady’s pleasure here. The man gets down on his knees and the girl will basically straddle his face. She’ll be completely off the ground with her legs resting on his shoulders and her lady bits right on his mouth. If you like oral, this is a very kinky position for you.

[Read: All the kinky things you can try together in bed]

Sometimes you just need to spice up your sex life. These kinky sex positions will definitely get the job done. Don’t be afraid of some of these. Give them a try and you might find your new favorite position.

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