#sexy politician werewolf boyfriend

[fbfh]

oof it's a Ben Florian kind of night. thinking about being Ben's fiancee who can do literally no wrong in his eyes. it doesn't matter if you're from auradon or the isle, you are a sweet innocent lamb. you're his sweet innocent lamb. even if you've committed horrible crimes he's like "yeah I know that but underneith the surface-" he's so doting to you all the time. it's giving "who broke it" "I did" "no you didn't" after the incident at cotillion once he's done some damage control you better believe that Ben, now a king, will drag the core four and uma and harry and anyone else involved into his office for the lecture of a fucking life time. you're sitting across from him between Uma and Carlos, dripping wet. you had managed to change into some dry pajamas before you entered his office, but they're so light weight and the fluffy palace towel you were given is already damp.

you sit across from him with his royal blue cardigan draped over your shoulders looking so sad and sweet like a little stray alley cat it takes every ounce of will power he has not to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you until you're smiling again. some palace servants pass out warm tea and more towels as you sit across from Ben. the sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up, and his gold family crest ring glints in the warm lighting of his office. he pinches the bridge of his nose, leaning on the desk, before he begins to speak.

"so who was planning on telling me about this grand plan?" he asks, rhetorically and pissed off, gesturing vaguely towards Uma. he knows Mal and her friends knew what was going on and decided to handle it themselves, before getting you and eventually, Ben roped in.

"I'm sorry-" you can barely get the words out before he looks up at you, cutting you off.

"not you." he states. his voice is significantly softer, noticably warmer when directed at you. he doesn't care if you were the centerpoint in the disaster and flimsy attempt to seduce him and sieze the crown or if you didn't know what was going on until after it happened. if he knows you, which he does, he knows you'll blame yourself way more than you should. he can look past the collateral damage, he can look past the media circus that's inevitably hurdling their way, he can even look past what was essentially an attempt to infiltrate and topple the auradon government, but the one thing he can't look past is the fact that you were put in danger. he's trying so hard to remain diplomatic like he's been trained to his whole life, but god help him if he's not tempted to throw every one of them into the deepest darkest dungeon he can get his hands on. because you and him (and everyone else for that matter) knows that when it comes to your safety, he doesn't screw around.

[softly-savage-mint-yoongi]

Spookinktober 2021 Day 31

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Welcome to Softly Savage Mint Yoongi’s week of spooky and sexy stories to count down the last week of the best month of the year! Please enjoy these seven stories, about a zombie, a vampire, a witch and her familiar, a werewolf, a serial killer, a grim reaper, and a monster hunter- respectively. Each story is standalone, so you may read them however you like, and remember to stay scary, and sexy. ;) Spookinktober 2021 Day 31 Pairing: Seungmin x f.reader Spooks: Serial killer relationship. Non-descriptive actions of ditching a body. Kinks: Dom/Sub roles, Sir kink, impact play (spanking), ass play, instruction. Suit kink, too, if I consider myself immediately becoming a slut if my partner looks like that. Words: 2.5k

“Babe,” you breathe into the payphone, remaining as inconspicuous as possible. “Yes, this is him,” he answers professionally. Seungmin’s voice doesn’t change- he knows the drill. In his social and public life, you don’t exist. You look around you, keeping your covered head low, “I need your help.” There are sounds from his end of the line, movement and other voices in the distance around him. He’s at a corporate party tonight, you know that. It takes him nearly a full hour to extract himself from the soiree and drive to the location you told him. It takes another five to drive back to the place you left the body, although you had been sure to cover it up well when you left it to call your boyfriend. “It’s too heavy for me and I don’t want to leave drag marks,” you explain, and Seungmin nods along. He looks impeccable, and seeing him done up in his suit with his hair swept up makes you bite your lip. He hums in agreement as he cuts the ignition and waits for a moment. For any signs of sounds or movement outside the car. None come, and he exits. You wait patiently for him to round the hood in long strides and come to stand just outside the passenger side door, knowing better than to test his chivalry when he was so kind to help you tonight. Seungmin lets you out, and you immediately take his hand in yours and lead him to the place you stashed the recently deceased man. He’s already weighted with rocks and wrapped in the tarp, you just need the strength of your accomplice to help you carry him to the edge of the canal. You watch as he undoes the single button holding his suit jacket closed, and he carefully extracts himself from it before folding it neatly over the hood of his car. As you work on uncovering the body, Seungmin unbuttons his cuffs and rolls the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt up his forearms. There are rules to your relationship. Rules for both his safety and yours, where he can’t ask questions about how, when, who, or where. He just knows the why, on occasion. Your boyfriend was in your life long before you started down the horrific and unsavory road to becoming a killer, and he has been nothing short of supportive and enthusiastic about your success. It’s not like you kill just for the fun of it, although it would be a lie to say you don’t enjoy it. Mostly men, rotten and filthy with their illegal activities. Once or twice a particularly evil woman. You think of yourself as a sort of artistic politician, in a grotesque and fucked up kind of way. You want justice, and you love putting people in their place. After all, there is no better place than in the ground. Or at the bottom of a lake, or fed through an old wood chipper at an abandoned industrial park. There are millions of ways people can meet unfortunate accidents. You’re there to orchestrate the show for those who deserve it. Seungmin, more than eager to assist, is climbing a corporate ladder. He likes it well enough, but it serves a dual purpose. He has access to the information you need, and there’s some kind of prideful high he gets out of seeing his information lead you to a successful murder. It’s been a while since you called him for help, and he is not shy in admitting that he is totally enamored and captivated by you in your element. By the trust you put in him to let him see you in true form. Tonight, it’s rather easy for him to pick up the heavier side of the body and step carefully down the pebbled bank toward the water. Quietly, you adjust the position and begin the slow submersion of it into the water. You want to avoid making a loud sound as much as possible. Seungmin hums appreciatively, happily even, as he watches the last of the tarp disappear under the surface. He leans over to join you in dipping your hands into the water for a rinse before he extends his hand to help you climb back up the slope. A sigh of relief passes your lips once you’re both back in the car, and for the first time tonight, you can really appreciate the urban nighttime skyline. Seungmin fidgets in his place and your attention is called to

him. “No,” you protest quietly, placing a hand over his where he has begun to roll his sleeves back down. He quirks a brow, “No?” There’s a certain tone to his word, a question posed and hopeful. You turn to him fully from your place in the passenger seat, “You look too good.” Seungmin grins, turning his head from you with an elbow propped against the window, and he bites at his fingers there. It makes you pout, noticing how anything he does while wearing such attire makes your brain turn into a microwave, incapable of doing anything other than heating your body- whirring sounds and all. And Seungmin knows. Oh, he knows. He eats it up and allows the strokes to his ego before he turns to face you again with a devilish smile, “Do you want me?” There’s absolutely no need to be coy with him. “Yes, Sir.” He hisses at the sound of the name rolling off your tongue so sweetly. “Well,” he begins, “I suppose I should reward you for a job well done, hm?” “Yes,” you breathe, sitting up straight with anticipation. Seungmin enjoys the power he holds over you when he takes on the dominant role, and you relish under his attention every time he guides you both to completion. He chuckles darkly, “Get in the backseat.” You’re scrambling over the center console in no time while he gets out and joins you by way of doors. He’s too lanky and proud to clamber over obstacles in his desire for you. When he opens the door, you’re there already, on your hands and knees, looking up at him through your lashes. He’s half hard inside his slacks- has been since he watched the way you smiled after successfully ditching the body not five minutes ago. Your boyfriend stays where he is, with his ribs pressed against the roof of the car as one hand comes down to gently touch your face. He looks down at you with a smile before he moves his hand to the belt at his waist. It’s your hand stopping him with a plea, “Can I?” “You may,” he breathes, twitching at how close your head is to his crotch. You smile prettily, playing with the clasp of metal, “Thank you.” You know better than to do more than what you’ve asked, so you wait patiently for his next instruction, staring and trying not to drool over his cock, just as pretty as the rest of him. He frees himself and looks down at you again. “Suck,” he demands with the arch of a single expectant brow. He snickers when you move, but it dies into a breathy groan as your lips envelop his turgid length. You can’t see his face, but Seungmin’s quiet groaning is the only sound out here in the night. His fingers grip the roof of the car. One hand comes down, at first gently guiding your head over him just the way he likes, and then it grips your hair tightly, forcing you to follow his lead. You moan around the length, swallowing around the head of him as he hits the back of your throat with watering eyes, trying not to gag. He pulls you off of him and smiles at the messy string of your spit that dips between your lips and his shaft before it breaks, “Good girl.” You whimper at his praise, waiting with thighs pressed together. “Turn around,” he coos, stepping back one pace to allow you the room you need. “I think my baby deserves to be spanked, no?” While most people would find that to be a form of punishment, you absolutely love it when Seungmin pushes you this way. The impact of his palm makes you more and more sensitive with each strike until he soothes it away with gentle touches. You whine your approval, “Yes, please.” A hum of appreciation leaves him when you’re finally in position- your clothes lost somewhere in the back of the car and your ass in the air for his eyes only. You watch, craning your neck back to see him bite his lip as his hand starts off with softer touches. His fingers spread wide to encompass one globe in his large hand before he lifts it. The resounding smack, followed by your gasped moan echo in the dark. Seungmin’s eyes catch yours, and he smiles, maintaining it as his hand whips across your flesh once more just as hard. Another in rapid succession on the other cheek

and another until you’re heaving for breath. Your essence catches his attention, arousal dripping onto the seat below, and he coos. “Do you want more?” You consider it until you realize your desire to have him fuck you is greater. “I want your cock, Sir.” He makes a sound of realization in the back of his throat. “Where do you want it,” he asks, teasing his fingers down the inside of your thigh and back up again to pass softly over the puckered hole of your ass. You mumble, but he didn’t catch it, so he delivers another smack to your cheek that has you stifling a gasp. “Where?” “In my pussy,” you admonish sharply, careful not to raise your voice. Above you, Seungmin leans forward, cock in hand, pressing the head against your weeping center. He grips one of your cheeks harshly in the other hand, “Then fuck yourself on it,” he demands. You do as you’re told, soaking up the immediate gratification only his perfect length gives you. It took no effort to prepare you, soaked as you were, and you rut yourself back against him easily, the sounds of your sex squelching around him so erotic it makes your ears burn. It feels too good. Your eyes flutter closed so you don’t see the way he opens his mouth and lets his spit fall directly between your cheeks. Your back arches with the sensation, the rhythm of your hips faltering. “What if I wanted to play with you here?” The pad of his finger swirls his saliva around your hole, applying gentle pressure that has you moaning. “Would you let me ruin this tight little hole, too?” he groans, fighting his pleasure to keep himself in control. It’s not new to either of you but it has been a while since he put this much effort into utterly destroying you. “Yes,” you keen, feeling electricity tingle along your spine as he stiffens his finger and repeats the swirling motion, prodding until he pushes it past the rim. You hiss with slight pain, crying out and squeezing his cock with the surge of pleasure that comes after. Seungmin is careful not to hurt you as you rock yourself back onto him with more force, slowly fucking his finger into you. He groans deeply, a pretty and breathy sound from his lungs, the beginnings of his own thrusts meeting you as his own pleasured urges become too difficult to ignore. He lets more of his spit drip from his tongue, lubricating the slide of his finger as it buries itself deeper. When he thinks you’re ready, a second joins the first slowly. Your lover moans at the sight of you stuffed with him from both places, and he looks to see your face. The fucked out expression and the bit of drool on the seat make him double his efforts. “So good for me,” he grits out. “Touch yourself, I want you to come all over my cock.” Seungmin orders. It’s hard to concentrate through the feeling of being a livewire ready to snap, but you manage to put two fingers to your clit and weakly rub in a circle. The effect is nearly instantaneous, and Seungmin chokes, almost in pain at the sudden vice-like pulsing of you around his fingers and his cock. You want to scream but can barely get your breath out of your lungs fast enough. He fucks you through it, removing his fingers from you to grasp your hips in both hands and slam himself into your scorching heat. Just as you’re beginning to feel the real burn of soreness, he pulls out and settles his length between your cheeks, coming with a groan. You can feel his release, warmer in temperature, as it slips down your sex and your legs. The sound of Seungmin’s panting for breath behind you is loud in the quiet of the night, and you wonder if anyone heard how loud you were in the throws of your shared passion. He pulls a handkerchief from his vest pocket just as you look back to watch him use it to wipe up the mess you’ve both made. He is careful not to apply much pressure to your cheeks, leaning down to give you a smile when he pecks the sensitive flesh with his lips. “You okay?” he asks quietly, gauging your tired eyes. He checks his watch, and you hum with content- ogling the view of him as he uses those same hands to

tuck himself back into his pants. “You did so well for me,” he says, helping you turn and slide your clothes back on for the car ride home. His hands are warm and comforting when he scoops you into his arms and carries you back to the passenger’s side. “M’ good,” you yawn as he sets you in the front seat gently, reaching over you to secure the seat belt. He rounds the hood of the car, the fingertips of his hand just brushing the surface as he walks by. You fall for him all over again, totally smitten. Your lover heaves a sigh of relief when he settles into the driver’s seat beside you. One hand rests on the wheel while the other finds the inside of your thigh and he soothes his thumb across it affectionately. There’s a smile on his lips- a soft one just for you. Automatically, you’re propositioning him, “Can we make this a regular thing?” He puts his car in reverse, glancing at you from his peripherals as he maneuvers the vehicle around to drive home. “Make what a regular thing?” “That,” you gesture with a hand outstretched toward the retreating view of the canal. Seungmin snickers, “You want me to come help you dispose of bodies regularly? I thought you didn’t want me to unless you needed me to?” You’re pouting heavily when he chances another look at you as he pulls out onto the highway. “Only if you come straight from work wearing that and fuck me like just did right after?” you say as nonchalantly as possible. He chuckles as if he knew all along but is happy you said the thought aloud anyway. “I’ll help my baby bury all the bodies in the world if that’s what she wants,” he promises. Considering your line of work, you smile, knowing damn well he means every word of it.

[snarkywrites]

Halloween Drama and You

Aries – Dressed as a sexy devil. They don’t give a damn if they have to get naked. First in line taking shots, last to leave and first to start talking shit if they are surrounded by people they hate. The Aries dances the entire night, partying and enjoying herself til the early morning.

Taurus – Has the best costume, maybe a Thundercats characters that leaves everyone in awe. Perfect makeup, smells amazing, will be eating all night long and having fun with the crowd. Makes everything look easy.

Gemini – The talkative one, hanging out with several different groups. Gravitates towards new people throughout the night but always comes back to their squad. Will be dressed as a werewolf.

Cancer – Could be the one causing drama at the party. Taking sides and invested in other people’s drama. Will harp on how they’ve been wronged, trying to get people to listen and side with them, probably hates a Leo but is in love with a Capricorn. Dressed as a witch.

Leo – Starting drama with a Cancer, has their squad ready to attack. Most likely wearing a crown and eyeing anyone that gives them a dirty look. Not taking shit from anyone, will stay in a corner sitting while their minions fan them. Probably dressed as dead Royalty.

Virgo – Critiquing the drama that goes on, probably with an Aquarius. Will look polished in their costume, second best to the Taurus. Very likely to head to the karaoke bar after taking several shots.

Libra: Gliding around like Glinda the good witch, dressed to impress. The Libra will have everyone admiring and praising her beauty. The host of the party and the one without the drama (because she has probably inadvertently instigated it). She will get down on the dance floor.

Scorpio: Melodramatic, tired, annoyed. Complaining about how childish everyone is and trying not to snap at anyone. Maybe hanging out with an Aries or a Virgo. Probably annoyed with the Leos and they are dressed as a zombie because they love the Walking Dead.

Sagittarius: Went to the function as a frat boy because he wants to be ironic. The first to get down and dirty with his girlfriend’s best friend. Causes enough drama to get other people to forget the Cancer and Leo pettiness going on. Probably dating a Pisces who is now fighting with another Pisces he’s hooked up with. Literally the life of the party.

Capricorn – Laughing in a corner with the Libra after the Sagittarius drama. Telling people how immature everyone is but secretly enjoying the drama. Leaves early to get home before midnight, dressed up as a politician.

Aquarius: Probably fell asleep or is making out with the Libra. Glides around and charms those nearby, will probably be the one prepping the drinks at the bar after hours. Has processed the entire drama at the party and is now informing his Gemini buddy.

Pisces: Crying because her Sagittarius boyfriend has cheated. After several shots, she’s at the dance floor, trying to seduce a new guy that showed up incredibly late. The guy is a Scorpio dressed as a Vampire and is intrigued by the Pisces. They spend the rest of the night making out. She originally went as a sexy kitten but now she’s a vampire.

[fbfh]

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