#I SPOOPED IT UP

[spoopdeedoop]

Hey! Ive been drawing for awhile yet i still dont like my style. Do you have any tips? About anything. Atnatomy, Hair, Dymanic Poses, Faces. Litterly anything please i beg of you😭

AHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHH

[karimelthefloof]

We had a power outage due to somebody cutting the powerline with a chainsaw (Fun!) BUUTT it allowed me to practice inking and coloring instead of scrolling through tumblr and youtube-

Although i did spend the whole outage drawing this one art and listening to spooky stories on youtube cause i had anough phone battery to last me a day >->

[bisexual-slime]

You don't have boops turned on

I didn't even notice that lmao thank you for pointing it out! I've fixed it and am now ready to be spammed

[wet-toast-slime]

im stepping WAY outside my comfort zone to write horror here, esp tma inspired horror

but bc of this stupid au that's for me and me alone, you guys can filter #tma!cotl au if you don't want to see it im brain rotting about it

[kaluxsims]

It's curtains for you! (evil laugh) Silliness aside, this was treat 1 for my Simblreen trick-or-treaters, a variety of recolors for creepy curtains. Dreadful drapes. Wicked window dressings. Oops, more silliness. I'll put the download up here, but there's more info and previews under the cut.

Download: SFS or MediaFire

Note: I've renamed the mesh files, so please delete the originals. This is especially important for TNW's Velvet Seclusion curtains, because I edited the mesh.

There are three parts to this recolor set. Details are under each preview.

Simplest first. Just some recolors for Veranka's 3t2 The Red Curtains. The mesh now has the original recolors merged in.

Now, the drama. The patterns. The gloomth. I lowered The Ninth Wave's 3t2 Velvet Seclusion curtains to be below the AL ceilings, but I didn't stop there. I wanted more spoop. I edited the mesh to take taller decorative top pieces and made a bat version. Because I edited the mesh, old recolors don't look right anymore. I included some recolors by Donnha that have been updated to work with my edited mesh. The flourish and doodads up at the top are done with texture transparency on a flat surface. It means the same mesh can have different shapes, and it's lower poly. It also means they sometimes look like that first one, but it's not really that noticeable when they're not against a backdrop in sunlight. They'll look better in your gloomy rooms.

Then there are some recolors of Hugelunatic's Contempo Curtain and a new wider version, so that you can do this...

The wider Contempo curtains are made to fit behind the Velvet Seclusion ones, the better to keep your sinister sims' secrets. The wider Contempo curtains are repo'ed to HL's originals.

That should be everything you need to know. Hope you like them and Happy (nearly) Halloween! The rest of my treats will be posted over the next three days, with treat 4 coming on Halloween.

Credits: Veranka for the 3t2 The Red Curtain mesh and textures, The Ninth Wave for 3t2 Velvet Seclusion mesh and texture, Donnha for additional Velvet Seclusion recolors, Hugelunatic for the Contempo Curtain mesh and texture, and the creators of the patterns used (sorry, I found them on Pinterest)

@simblreenofficial

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

when you think about it combining thousands of supersoldiers literally incapable of fear with a strictly atheist, rational regime was a colossally stupid decision, and not for the reasons you're thinking of

y'know those cheesy old horror movies where the protagonists are spectacularly stupid? like, they find a spoopy book bound in suspicious leather and go, "haha lets read from this WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG" and twenty minutes later they're being chased by demon minotaurs or something. and the whole time you're screaming "NO YOU FUCKING MORONS WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT WAIT WHY ARE YOU GETTING UNDRESSED NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO HAVE SEX" and then the demon minotaurs kill them while they're having loud passionate sex because god forbid horny teenagers should ever have fun. ok so hear me out, astartes and primarchs in the pre-heresy are the same as the dumbass teenagers, except for the sex-having part (i think they T-pose at each other instead)

think about it. THEY KNOW NO FEAR. they're missing one of the key instincts we possess for recognizing dangerous situations. most people who find a spoopy book bound in suspicious leather are gonna be, y'know, spooped spooked. they won't want anything to do with it. the more anxious/scared will straight up leave. but astartes literally can't get spooked! they might burn the book for being xenos filth or something but beyond that there's nothing to balance out natural curiosity and/or lust for war trophies.

and this combines really badly with the imperium's rationalism! see, even if you don't fear the spoopy book, superstition/religion/fairy tales/etc. still provide a powerful incentive to stay away from it. you're gonna look at it and go, wow, that book looks satanic, messing with it might summon demon minotaurs, i should stay away. but the imperium actively discourages that line of thought! there's no way the spoopy book can do any harm, it's just a spoopy looking book! in fact, you SHOULD read the spoopy book just to demonstrate how not-superstitious you are!

yeah so this is why fulgrim walks into a creepy temple full of ritual snake orgy and thinks, hmm that snazzy sword the snake guys are obsessively fucking around would make a nice trophy. or why it never occurs to magnus that making deals with the fair folk might be dangerous territory.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Shaken Not Stirred

Summary: Reader attends an investigation with her boyfriend Sam and best friend Colby. Unfortuantely for her, it doesn't quite go as smoothly as she'd hoped it would.

TW/CW: Reader gets scratched by a ghost and scared a few times. Sam Golbach x Reader

Requested?: No

A/N: Writing a spoopy imagine while watching spoopy Sam & Colby videos all with the lights off aside from red lights to up the spoopiness is fantastic. Surprisingly, I'm less spooped than I would be just watching Sam & Colby vids with the lights on and not multitasking lmao.

Y/N's POV

As we stepped into the abandoned, slightly decrepit haunted prison. We had spoken briefly with a friend of our guide outside before starting this tour and she had warned me, “Girl you are braver than I am.” Upon tilting my head at her, she continued, “I won’t ever step foot in that place after hearing so many stories from other ladies. Stick close to your boys.” Apparently, the entities in this place enjoy messing with and scaring ladies the most.

Colby’s voice brings me out of my thoughts, “Dude, look at this place!” I scan my eyes around the immense entry hall. The cement walls impose a sense of dread. The stuffy sour smell of the place makes my stomach roil.

I instinctively inch closer to Sam who’s at my side. I can already tell the warning wasn’t falsely founded. Just being in here makes me feel extremely uneasy and very unwelcome. Dating a paranormal investigator means I’ve visited plenty of haunted locations but this one was much worse than any other.

As our guide began the tour, I practically glued myself to Sam’s side making him look down at me. “You alright?” He questions, concern written plainly across his face.

I think for a moment before nodding, “Yeah just already feeling unwelcome.”

The guide breaks in, “Ladies typically do feel set apart from the gentlemen. As this was a male only prison, they don’t typically take kindly to female visitors.”

Sam looks even more worried now, “You can always sit this one out.”

I shake my head, “I’m alright for now but I’ll let you know if I need to step out.” Sam nods as our guide takes that as his cue to continue on. The first bit of our tour goes pretty quietly. Just as I am starting to loosen up and shake the uneasiness, I hear someone or something whisper yell very closely to my ear. Having stepped away from Sam, I race back to him and nearly leap into his arms.

“What?!” He questions, voice full of worry, “What happened?”

I look up at him and then around at our group, fear etched across my face, “Did you guys not hear that?” Everyone shakes their heads spurring me to explain, “I just heard something whisper super loud in my ear. Like, I don’t know how you guys didn’t hear it.”

Sam wraps his arms tighter around me, “Do you need a minute?”

I bury my face into his chest to take a few deep breaths before shaking my head, “No, I’m alright. Let’s keep going.” Carrying on with the tour, I keep my head on a swivel and my hand tightly clasped around Sam’s.

By the time we begin our investigations, I’ve loosened up again. Sam sets out the two flashlights after explaining for the video what they do. Colby also sets out a REM pod and shows the camera what it does. As everyone steps away from the devices, the REM pod starts going nuts. “Alright, I guess that’s a good sign that we should get started,” Sam states to the camera. The boys begin bouncing around questions and receiving responses but the REM pod just keeps screaming at us.

Finally, having had enough of the high pitch shrill, I gave up my courage and speak up, “I’m sorry to interrupt boys but whoever is beside our little red light over there could you please step away? It’s starting to hurt my ears.” The device goes silent immediately upon finishing my sentence. Sam, Colby, and I look at each other in shock before they continue on with questioning the flashlights. After only a couple questions and answers, I jump close to Sam. Something had just whispered again. I bury my face in Sam’s chest once more as he rubs my back.

“I heard that one,” Sam says more to Colby than me, “There was a whisper.”

Colby shakes his head, “I didn’t hear it but she sure did,” he says motioning to me. I back away from my shelter and motion for the boys to continue.

After a while and a couple of investigations, Sam and Colby decide it’s time to bring out the Estes Method. As Colby goes under, Sam leans over to whisper to me, “Do you want to sit this one out?” I shake my head but take his hand in mine. Sam begins asking questions and immediately receives answers. As the questions get more intense, I hold Sam’s hand even tighter trying not to show how terrified I am. I know that if Sam knows how scared I am he’ll cut it and we’ll leave.

“Is there anything specific you’d like us to know before we leave?” Sam asks. We receive, “Yeah,” from Colby just as something grabs the back of my neck. I leap from my seat and scream so loud that Colby yanks the headset and blindfold off looking around slightly panicked. Sam jumps up to collect me in his arms, checking me over as I try to calm my shaking and my eyes dart around trying to pinpoint the source of my fear.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Colby asks, standing from his chair.

Sam, whose inspection has brought him around behind me, waves Colby over out of the corner of my eye. Colby steps behind me as I feel Sam lower the back of my shirt slightly and lift my ponytail. “Holy shit,” Colby mumbles as I see a flash and hear a camera shutter.

I hide my face in my hands as Sam gently spins me around to face them. He places his hands on either side of my face, “I’m here. I’ve got you. You are safe,” he pauses taking a deep breath, “Do you want to see it?”

I nod shakily, knowing he’s referring to the picture of whatever is on my back. Colby shows me the screen of Sam’s phone. There is four long scratches from my hairline to between my shoulder blades, thankfully not drawing blood. Saying nothing I simply bury my face in Sam’s chest once again and his arms immediately wrap around me. “She’s shaking,” Colby notes.

“Yeah, we need to leave,” Sam states already moving toward the exit. Colby collects the gear before quickly catching up to us. About halfway to the car, Sam stops and lifts me into his arms. Once we reach the car, Sam opens the passenger door and gently sits me down in the seat. I clutch onto his shirt, not wanting him to pull away but he takes my hands in his, kissing them before placing them in my lap and squatting down in front of me.

Sam brushes my hair away from my face and that’s when I finally notice the same fear from my face copy and pasted onto his. His hands shake slightly as he kisses my forehead. Looking into my eyes once again, “I love you but the next time I see you so shaken just walking into a location, you’re sitting out or we’re leaving. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you.” I nod my head and finally seeming content that I’ve calmed down he stands, “Pull your legs in, Darling.” I do as instructed before Sam closes the door and makes his way over to the driver side door as Colby slides into the backseat.

Colby leans forward and pats my head as Sam cranks the car and begins exiting the property. “You’re gonna be okay, Kid,” Colby affirms before he leans back to get comfortable for the ride home. Colby’s always been like a brother to me and no matter how well he hides it, I know he’s just as scared as Sam and I. Sam takes my hand in his as we make our way back to the hotel.

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[icycoldninja]

Hello :) hope you’re having an early spoop-tackular month full of treats or tricks ∩^ω^∩

I love your writing and had something that has been tickling my peewee of a brain—ya know bouncing about the noggin’.

Many eons ago I discovered that when I get angry, frustrated, scared, or excited I put on my good ole country accent since where I live it’s full of southerns AND northerners. So basically I can be a distinguished fellow one moment then mere seconds later become a hillbilly bent outta shape because someone forgot my Diet Dr. Kelp while ordering pizza from the Krusty Krab

imagine the Sparda boys with their s/o that is known to be really, really sweet to everyone but when the s/o gets super upset or angry she full throttle her southern accent and it always throws people off guard 💀

YOU ARE PERFECT AND AMAZING TYSM FOR KEEPING MY HEART IN LOVE WITH DMC. WELL WHAT I MEAN IS THANK YOU FOR THE MOTIVATION.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I AM! OK, first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I know this took like a century to post and I hope you forgive me for that. Enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Reader with a southern accent headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Normally, you sound as average as average can be. No one thinks there's anything odd about the way you speak.

-Dante honestly couldn't care less about accents anyway, what you say is the same, regardless of how you pronounced it.

-Except for when you get angry and fly off the handle, cursing and shouting like the ol' hillbilly you sort of are.

-Dante absolutely loses it, laughing so hard he almost pees himself. While such a reaction is understandable the first time, it just doesn't make sense that he continues laughing after the 50th or 60th time.

-Shows you off to everyone at gatherings and parties, always asking you to say a joke or something in your accent.

-It's nice to have all the attention and surprise people like that, but you get tired of doing it after a while. One can only hope Dante will get tired of it too.

�� Vergil ■

-Vergil is largely indifferent to the way you speak.

-Or so he thought, until one day you got mad at something and started screaming like a true Southerner.

-He was convinced you had become possessed by a demon of some sort and was ready to drive it out of you, when you snapped back to your usual self and started talking normally again.

-He couldn't believe what he just heard, and after mentally debating it, decided to pretend it never happened and tell himself he imagined the whole thing.

-When you do it again a few days later, he is forced to accept the fact that your accent is real, and worst of all, that it's funny.

-Now he has to cover his face with his book whenever you blow your stack or everyone will see him grimacing to hold back laughter.

□ Nero □

-Nero never thought anything was suspicious about you at any point, why would he, anyway?

-He knew you were from the South, since you told him, and while he did wonder why you didn't sound like most southerners, he chalked it up to familial influence or something and left it at that.

-Needless to say, Nero was pretty confused the first time he heard you go off like that.

-He thought you were doing it to be funny, but realized this was natural after hearing it a few times.

-He thinks you sound like Nico and can't wait for the day when you both get upset over something and start aggressively jabbering at each other.

-You and your funny way of talking are cute in Nero's eyes, but that's about it. He's just not one to care for silly things like that.

● V ●

-Since V has only arrived on earth recently, he is doing his best to learn about the workings of the world.

-He was familiar with the concept of accents and dialects, sure, having been around Nico for a while, but when he met you, he never thought you'd be one of those individuals with a distinct accent.

-You were pretty normal until Griffon made a particularly hurtful comment that you decided to return. All of a sudden, your accent kicks in and you start scolding that bird in true Southern momma fashion.

-V was stunned for a moment, then was quickly reduced to laughter because the whole exchange was hilarious.

-When you demanded to know what the hell he was laughing about, he just kept going.

-You eventually gave up and left him to his devices because there was no point in trying to understand his mind.

[zeondraws]

This week was an emotional rollercoaster for me. To combat this I do horror art

What is happening in the image is up to the viewer's interpretation

Spooped

[spockandawe]

God, i always feel like I'm full of things to say and have no energy to say them. What have i been reading since the last time i posted here?

The governor's illness something is wrong with the governor: Fine! Had some tasty components, but didn't super stick with me. It felt like it struggled to find its momentum and didnt have strong end to end flow

Is my attacker a ghost?: Fun, the bullying sections are a bit hard to read, and it did feel like it blew its load before the actual end of the story, but I have an increased appreciation for spoopy stories that aren't full-on HORROR

I excavated an emperor to become my wife: only partway through, but enjoying it! I wish this had a bit more spoop, but the concept is very fun to me

My husband and i sleep in the same coffin: also only partway through. It's fun, but having trouble finding its momentum, and I think the combination of fully decamping to the modern world plus trying to Humorously describe a person of..... multiracial descent? (i think???) kind of stalled me out. (his name means white jade, which is funny, because his skin is very DARK, you see) (I'm not sure how much is on the translator versus the author versus my own understanding, but it kind of killed my momentum)

After marrying the disabled god of war as my concubine: a delight!!! Some of the most fun I've had reading an imperial succession story, and it's such a galaxy brain move to make the modern person suddenly dumped into the past a professional history nerd (university history lecturer)

You yao/are you okay: holy shit, so clever and fun. The idea of having a world not dealing with a SINGLE transmigrator, but a SYSTEMIC PLAGUE of transmigrators, and then playing with concepts like a connecticut yankee in king arthur's court on that scale.... hot damn. This is the same author as the next one, and their brain is SO big.

How ridiculous/how dare you: okay, so a modern office worker transmigrates into a book. She transmigrates into a TRANSMIGRATION BOOK. I'm not done yet, i had to put it down because it was SO good that i got overwhelmed and stressed out. But i would officially follow this author into hell now

Married the scum gong's villain brother: good, but in a quiet way where I don't feel much urge to return or gush about it! In modern mundane settings, where the only significant plot thread is getting the relationship pinned down, i feel like it's relatively easy to set up a compelling beginning, but much harder to see it through to the end with as much momentum. It wasn't bad! But it wasn't notable.

After being forced to marry the evil star general: still not done, but it's the book in progress I'm most active on. This. This is tasty. It's not as clown4clown as peerless was, but it's one of the closer books ive found to the antagonistic fascination those two leads brought, if you follow. It's a lot of fun! One main character very much has a stone cold bitch energy a la cui buqu, though also like him, the lines between a natural rancid personality and a deliberate act are also blurred. This one is compelling!!

And, not a cnovel, but a korean one: got dropped into a ghost story, still gotta work. So imagine. There was a fictional universe kind of like the scp foundation fused with the greater creepypasta ecosystem. And imagine some poor fucker transmigrated into that universe as a drone worker in a business that profits from harvesting these stories. And imagine he's a massive fan of the universe, but is ALSO a massive horror weenie who can't even handle looking at the pictures sometimes included in these stories. YEAH, IT'S DELIGHTFUL. This book isn't actually complete yet, which I'm grumpy about, i had the distinct impression it was when I heard about it, but part one appears to be complete and it's BEEFY. Even incomplete, there's some really awesome stuff in here.

[spoopdeedoop]

idk if you’ve ever answered an ask like this, but do you have any tips for characters designs or redesigns for existing characters? i adore what yoy did the the c!dsmp redesigns so i wanted to know your process behind that

i love your art sm, and i hope you’re doing well!!

heyaaa i haven’t actually gotten an ask like this before…. i love character designing so much so THANK YOU SO MUCH for giving me an excuse to talk about it i loveyou. i am doing spectacularly also thank you! i hope you’re doing well as well ^^

idk if this is gonna make sense and i’m by no means qualified to talk about this but. when you’re designing a character you should be able to clock a few important things about their personality and story just by looking at them! essentially just simplifying their background into something tangible and visible. i made this superr quick to break down my cbee designs in specific….

this is also primarily based on how i personally read these characters too — ctubbo is reserved, strong and somewhat repressed, so he gets a squarish burly figure ! cranboo is nervous, uncertain and fairly unstable, so they get a slim, willowy sort of build like you could snap them in half. idk idkk. essentially just focusing on communicating as much as i can about the character without outwardly stating anything!

[melsimps]

I Would Never End Up Like Him

Austin Sommers x gender neutral!werewolf!insert/character/reader (vague nicknames used, no use of you/(Y/N) but no description given to the love interest.

Dedicated to @marchsfreakshow (yes, this is me coming out as the wolfy x Austin anon).

Please note before you judge me that I have never watched AHS, so I apologise if this is out of character for him. I tried, I read a couple wiki pages on him and a few fics, but I am not a perfect writer.

Warnings: degredation and mean nicknames, sub drop, smut, sexual comments, self doubt and shitty writing

It was the heat of the moment. 

…that's how the song went, anyway. The one that wasn't currently blaring from his speaker (no, that honor went to the timeless emo classic: “Headfirst Slide Into  Cooperstown On A Bad Bet”).

Fitting, given the sickly lust happening between him and his sweet puppy.

Austin groaned, his movements rough and sloppy as he pounded away. He could feel the pit of his stomach tightening, the coil becoming white hot with lust as he growled and used the insanely sexy werewolf beneath him for his own pleasure, taking them like they didn't even matter.

“Fuuuuck-!” He hissed, burying his fangs into his partner's neck. He pulled away, leaving them gasping as two red droplets started to form. Austin smirked, squeezing their ass, fucking them into the mattress like their tight hole owed him money. “God, you're a pathetic. Little. Bitch.”

Wolfy howled out with lust as he cursed them out with each thrust, their hands balled up in the sheets.

“Nnh, and… and you're a fucking leech, you monster-!” They snapped back, pushing deliciously against him, craving more. 

His nails dug into their skin, pulling the werewolf close.

“Fuck, that's it-” he grunted, grasping onto the headboard so tightly his knuckles whitened.

Austin hissed, feeling Wolfy start to clench, and-

“-shit-” he groaned, burying his face into their back and humping through his orgasm; ropes of white unloading between their thighs. 

Wolfy squeaked, moaning as they themselves came undone beneath him. Their body was tight, unwinding, unraveling from his rough touches, his degradation, his… everything.

“-Haaaaah!” 

As Wolfy melted into the pillows and sheets, entangled amongst silk and satin like they belonged there, Austin found himself glued to their body.

He shivered, tears brimming his eyes. It was all so much, his body building to a release he'd craved, and-

-nothing… 

It was just… him, holding Wolfy. Like… the past several hours never even mattered. Like they hadn't happened.

All that buildup, all that anticipation, just for him to… cum and be done.

“God, you're a mess…” Austin murmured, his eyes scanning them over - taking particular note of the cosmos of scarlet spots on their neck. 

They were right. 

They were so fucking right. As he licked up the blood dripping from their neck, he couldn't help but wince. Wolfy was right.

Their chest heaved, heart pounding. Soft giggles escaped them, and they squirmed amongst the pillows and blankets.

“-Oh, fuck me, Spoop-” 

Austin hummed, his gaze refusing to meet theirs.

They were right.

He was… he was just a leech.

A blood sucking parasite.

Fuck, he was literally licking up crimson droplets from their skin. He'd been a fucking monster, digging into them like they were his last meal, like a cat with a god damn rat. And they'd been writhing beneath him, calling him every name under the sun. 

He didn't… deserve them. His puppy was too sweet for words. Even when the full moon came and their love making grew more monstrous and unhinged (it was… waning, now,  he wanted to say). 

…lovemaking.

What a sweet way of putting the damn torture that-

“...hey,” Wolfy whispered, rolling onto their back. They cupped his face softly. “You okay there, Oz?”

Austin hummed, nodding as he snuggled into them.

“Mmm…”

“Words, Austin,” they warned softly, their thumb sweeping up and down his cheek. “Need you to use your words.”

Austin sniffed.

“...’m sorry,” he whispered. “I… fucked up.”

That was barely half of it. He wanted to shove a rosary up his ass, he wanted to sunbathe in Florida in the peak of summer, he wanted to try crossing the fucking niagra river, or… down a shot of pure garlic juice, bury himself in a casket and place a rose on top to keep himself in place, tie himself to a crucifix in Italy… anything to stop him from-

“-No you didn't,” Wolfy promised, pulling him in. Their voice was so soft, so… warm. Reasonable, reassuring.

“I… I did…” he protested. “I bit you, I-”

“I bite you all the time,” countered his Wolfy, a soft pout on their lips as they frowned. “And I scratch you.”

“Yeah, but…”

“-and you did exactly what I wanted you to-”

“-but…”

“No buts-!” Wolfy huffed, poking his nose. “Except for yours, in the tub, okay?”

Austin chuckled softly.

“The tub?” He asked, his voice shaky from misuse.

Wolfy nodded.

“I'll run a bath, okay?” They explained, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Austin nodded back slowly, blinking as Wolfy pulled away from him, starting the faucet on the bath and making some white noise for his thoughts.

…he was supposed to take care of them. He was supposed to be in charge, keep them happy and safe, and…

Fuck, he was a monster. He didn't deserve the furball he'd fallen for; his Wolfy was too sweet for him. A warmth in his bed he'd sorely lacked, and…

…clearly, he'd taken advantage of it.

Wolfy cleared their throat, making him turn to them. He hummed, tilting his head.

“...I'm done,” Wolfy whispered, standing in the doorway between his bedroom and the bathroom.

Shit.

“...you are?” He asked hesitantly, a million thoughts rushing through his mind as he scanned over their bare body.

Had he went too hard? Been too cruel?

Fuck.

“Bath is ready,” they added, offering him their hand. 

Oh.

That made more sense…

“Right…” Austin whispered, pulling himself up.

“You wanna test it?”

-

The bath was full to the brim, almost, and the entire room smelled of roses and vanilla and-

“...how much did you use-?” Austin inquired, raising a brow as he took in the… exorbitant amount of bubbles in the bath.

Wolfy shrugged, giving him an innocent grin. He rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head.

God…

“You spoil me, baby,” Austin cooed, pressing a kiss to their knuckles. Wolfy chuckled, rolling their eyes as they helped him in.

Hot steam rose around him, flourishing and blossoming into the air.

As he sank into the water, and Wolfy settled on his lap - their usual comfortable position in the dim bathroom - Austin couldn't help but start up his apologies.

“Mmmh, I'm-”

“Shhh…”

A finger placed to his lips made him look up. His eyes were half-lidded, drooping as Wolfy's sponge dipped beneath the water, soaking up. He tilted his head, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Don't speak, Spoop…” they whispered softly. “I know you're sorry, baby… I know you didn't mean it.”

Austin pressed a quick peck to their finger, grinning enough to let his fangs poke out. He chuckled, gripping their hips.

“You do, puppy?”

Wolfy nodded, lathering up the sponge.

“Mmmhm,” they promised, rubbing circles into his chest. “It was just sexy talk, and I loved it.”

Austin chuckled softly. He shuddered, squirming as the water trickled down his body. Already, he could feel the darkness seeping away from him. No longer did he feel like a monster - not when one of his own was on his lap.

Their hand slid beneath the water, wrapping eagerly around his cock, pumping him slowly.

Wolfy made him feel… some semblance of normal, at least. 

He was just… Austin. And Wolfy was just Wolfy. 

It was just him, and his sweet pup.

[spoopyandtired]

THEY JUST GOT HER BACK. WHAT THE FUCK!? What. THE FUCK.

finally reading dungeon meshi!!

Might post my thoughts as I go- so far marcille is my favorite character, and senshi is right behind. I understand why everyone calls her a girl failure now and I love her.

[terriblymundane]

Fending off vacations at home boredom with a few in-depth readings. Considering they are well... Lengthier, it explains the limited spots. While it's on a "first come" basis, keep reading for an additional one that will be offered through a little contest ��

Reading Content:

In-depth general reading

Three subjects you pick (Self, family/home, romance, social life, finances, work/goals etc.)

How To Participate:

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Like and/or reblog

Winner will be picked at random and contacted this week-end 😉

More dice readings will be coming up through another post once I get my new darlings! Hopefully in time for spoops 👻

[cutielights]

I am actually OBSESSED with the spider man s/o scenarios if y’all find some for tmnt PLEASE don’t be afraid to tag me

I imagine this is pre-relationship or just platonic

Spider Shenanigans

TURTLE TOWN: U still up 4 2day?

SPOOPS: Yee

TURTLE TOWN: :D

When you arrived to your meet up spot under the cover of darkness, you could hear him before you could see him due to the fact he had tried petting an unfriendly cat

“Sorry kitty.”

“Heyyy.”

“Oh Mi Gosh! Hi! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Three days?”

“F O R E V E R ! ! !”

And you thought Raph gave bone crushing hugs.

Swinging races across NYC, who can get to this building the fastest, or who can fall off of this roof and save themselves at the last minute in the most stylish manner? Although you stopped doing that one after you guys broke an awning.

Best believe those mid air selfies you guys took are gonna be his Lock Screen for a long while

And that’s when the rain came.

“You wanna go inside and get pizza or something?”

“Are. You. Kidding. This is the best thing ever.”

“Okay chill out. I agree with you but chill.”

This has unlocked even more competitions

Who can make the biggest splash? Who can eat the most raindrops in a minute? And no licking them off of stray pipes, that’s cheating, you monster.

The fun never ends!

At least it didn’t until people’s blinds were starting to open, and you don’t even have your mask on.

[thebunnyslibrary]

To Someone From a Warmer Climate

summary. On Halloween night, a storm rages on outside your door. But when the sheriff of the nearby town arrives and reveals his true nature to you, you will be caught in your own storm in desire and fear.

characters. Witch!Reader x Demon!Lee Bodecker

wc. 4.8k

warnings. Non/Dub!Con, Forced Mating/Marriage, Housewife Kink, Threats and Mentions of Violence, Blood.

an. Happy Halloween! Thank you for joining me for my first Halloween Collection.

BunBun’s Spoop-tober Collection Masterlist / Main Masterlist

It was the Samhain, All Hallow’s Eve…Halloween. A storm raged on outside, but you could still feel the moon’s power from behind the clouds. The storm itself actually made you feel calm, content, knowing you were safe for the night in your cozy cabin. You’d put out an extra place setting on your table and even dribbled some candy across it just for fun. You were planning a mute supper of the delicious smelling stew bubbling away in your crockpot (much more convenient than a cauldron, in your opinion).

Cooking was your specialty in magic, infusing spells and potions into food to help absorb them faster, and strengthening the effect. Tonight, you were testing a new potion to infuse with the stew; made to keep you warm and give you strength through the cold winter months. After dinner, you planned to cozy up to by the warm fire and tuck in with a collection of scary stories with some Nina Simone records.

 Suddenly, a loud banging noise outside the door made you jump. At first, you thought it was just the storm, but you heard someone hollering, you rushed and threw open the door, fearing it was some poor lost soul. Instead, there stood a mountain of a man.

Tall and stocky with a wide brim hat doing its best to keep rain off his face where dark blue eyes peered at down at you. Soft pink lips pursed in a thin line were framed by 5 o clock shadow. He wore a black windbreaker with a shiny gold star pinned to his chest. You knew him; Lee Bodecker, the sheriff of the local mortal town just outside the wood.

                “Evening ma’am, may I come in?” Wiping your hands on your sweater and crossing your arms over your chest, you eyed him suspiciously. However, you couldn’t sense anything too malicious about him. You stepped back, letting him enter and watching as he easily crossed your threshold. You knew your dwelling was protected from negative forces. You’d made well and sure of that.

                 “Is there something I can help you with?” you asked as you shut the door, not wanting any trouble and trying to be polite. You knew sometimes the teenagers of the town came into the woods to drink or fuck, especially on Halloween night. You’d hoped the storm would keep them away, but if the sheriff was here, maybe something had happened.

                “Wellness check, ma’am. I got a call from some little old lady that said she knew there was a woman living in the woods. She wanted to make sure you hadn’t been flooded out.” He explained. A smile spread across your lips as you breathed a silent sigh of relief.

 There was a woman whose farm backed up almost into the woods. Since her husband died a year ago, a few times a week you would go and help her with some of the chores; and she would give you milk, eggs, and fruits and veggies from the farm. You would also bring her soup and healing herbs when she was sick. She wasn’t aware of your powers, but always thanked you when she remarkably felt better the next day. Of course she called it in; knowing where your house was after you’d brought her there for tea one afternoon.

                “Well, I appreciate you coming all this way Sheriff-”

                “Lee, please” He interrupted. Your skin bristled a little at the interruption, but you nodded gently at him, knowing mortal men could be a little brash sometimes.

                “Lee.” You continued. “But I really am alright. Can I offer you some tea or something for your trouble? I did just mix up some stew.” You’d heard stories about the sheriff, the town hero, who seemed to always be in the right place at the right time. But you were always suspicious of things that were too good to be true. It was your nature as a witch.

However, the man HAD come all the way into the woods in a storm just for one little old lady’s request.  He must have something resembling a heart, you reasoned. You decided to give him some nice warm, strong, stew and slip a little forgetfulness potion into his coffee; then send him on his way, never to remember this place. You could return to your cozy evening.  No harm done.

                “Coffee would be appreciated if you have it.” Lee requested. “And that stew sure does smell good.”

“Have a seat.” You gestured to the chair at your small round table, only fit to hold 3 chairs, 2 of which already had a place set. Lee sat down at the one without, setting his hat down on the table.

“Can I take your coat?” you offered.

“Thank you kindly.” He took his coat off, handing it to you before setting his hat on the table and sitting across from the set place as you hung his coat by the fire. Going back to the kitchen cupboard and grabbing a mug and a bowl. You shook some grounds into a filter, infusing your forgetfulness spell.

Filling the coffee machine with water, you pressed the buttons and let it brew.  You ladled a healthy serving of stew into the bowl and carefully placed it in front of him. He dug in as you sat across from him and tried to think of anything to say. You never had mortal company, only the nice lady who liked to knit and read, just like you; But Sheriff Bodecker didn’t seem the type to knit. Finally, he cleared his throat and asked you.

                “You uh…live alone out here? You had another place set.” He gestured to the table. “Your husband leave you all alone out here?”

                “Of course not.” You answered and he seemed taken aback. “Well, I mean… I don’t have a husband. But I’m not alone. The animals live out here too. And the plants. And my books.” The burbling of the machine caught your attention. “Do you take anything in your coffee? You asked him as you went to pour it into the mug.

“No thank you, ma’am.” He answered. “This stew is absolutely delicious.”

“Thank you, kindly.” You beamed as you set the mug down in front of him. “And I must admit the place setting is more of…personal thing. It’s a Halloween tradition to set a place for those who you have lost in the past.”

                “That’s mighty sentimental of you. Though I’ve never heard of that one. Where’d you learn that?” Lee asked.

“Oh I uhm. I read about in a book.” You said, technically not lying. You just didn’t mention it was a magic book.

“I see.” Lee looked around the room. “You sure do have a lot of books.”

                “Yes, well, sometimes I find the company of the books better than that of people.” You joked, looking to the coffee and hoping Lee would take a sip soon. You looked back at him but his body suddenly seemed a lot closer, his leg resting between yours, leaning against your right knee.

                “Ah c’mon people aren’t too bad. Look at me for example, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Look at him you did. He was decently handsome. Strong arms and a well-built frame. He was heavier set than other men, but you kind of liked that. You knew food was a comfort and you would rather people knew too much than not enough. Even the face you’d been suspicious of when he arrived had a more homely charm as he slurped up the last of his stew. He took a swig of coffee, then turned to face you fully.

“Mmmmm…damn…That’s the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had. And I just love the taste of the forgetfulness potion you added.”  Your heart dropped into your stomach.

                “What did you say?” He didn’t answer, only leaning back in his chair. He blinked and where crystal blue eyes had seemed to make him handsome and rakish; now were two inky black pits. He blinked again and his eyes were human again, but now his irises were crimson red.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You’d dealt with a few lower-level demons in your travels, but never someone who you could walk through your house’s defenses so easily. Usually, any malevolent force was neutralized before it even touched your house. But he…he was something darker.

“I’d heard about a pretty witch living out here in the woods.” Lee continued. “Thought it was just another one of them dippy mortals wearing peace signs. But then that little old lady came in, bringing some brownies she said you’d made. And when I tasted them, I knew for sure. There was a real little witch somewhere in town.

“Though it took me a while to find ya, darling. All them wards and runes…you’ve kept yourself pretty well hidden. But when that same sweet little old lady called in, worried about her friend in the woods, I knew I’d found you and here you are. Hidden away from the world, cooking up spells your nose buried in a mountain of books. All that defensive magic and you opened the front door for me and invited me in. Silly girl.” His eyes raked over your body, studying you.

“Damn, you are something pretty. You got a name, sweetheart?” But your lips tightened. You didn’t want to say another word to him, fearing what else he might be hiding. “Oh, come now, darling. I won’t bite.” But his wolfish grin spoke otherwise.

 You told him your name in the strongest voice you could muster, trying to think of a plan to drive him out. As if reading your mind, Lee gently shook his head.

“Now let’s not do anything foolish sweetheart. I don’t want to get too nasty with you.” He warned.

“What-what DO you want then?” you asked. Lee paused for a moment, reaching across the table to grab a piece of candy, unwrapping it slowly and staring into your eyes as he placed the candy in his mouth, licking his lips as he chewed and swallowed.

“Quite frankly, darling…you. You’re clearly pretty good with the magic, and you’d be even more so with a little training. I’ll have all the power I need. See, I’ve been living like a king for years, feeding off the darkness of the souls in this town.”

“Darkness…?” The woman from the farm was always talking about how wonderful the town was, how safe it was…all because of him.

“Oh yes, sweetheart. There is a darkness in this here town. Seems half the people are born just so they can be buried. And I’ve managed to feed off of it for years. You’d be surprised how many people will give truly anything to get what they want. Sometimes they surprise me, just wanting basic mortal shit they could get if they tried a little harder. But some of them want to watch the world burn. They offer their souls and what happens? The town sheriff stops their crimes before they’ve even started. I look like got damn hero and never have to lift a finger.” He grinned wide. “All the praise of the good people feeding my pride. All the sin of the others feeding my powers.”

“But why…why do you need me?” You asked, meekly. His smile faded and his jaw clenched. His steely gaze and making you shiver and squirm in your chair.

“The good people have started to question me. Why I haven’t settled down with a wife...  And if the good people are questioning me, I can’t clean up the filth in the town. See, I’m thinking about a run for state senator, maybe even governor. And the higher up the ladder you climb, the darker people will get. I can’t do that without a little lady with me to keep me in their good graces.” He stood up now, his hand on the table, leaning in close to you, but you managed to shove the chair away and rushed to the sink, grabbing the sharpest knife you had and pointing it at him. But Lee only shook his head and smiled.

“Now what are you gunna do with that, huh? You certainly don’t have it in you to use it” He mocked, stepping closer to you. He let out a low groan. “And that’s exactly why I want you. Your innocence, and your kind heart are exactly what I need. Someone to look good for the town, show off at all the little local town events, and keep my bed warm at night.” He licked his lips. “So, here’s the deal. You keep my bed warm and my stomach full, and I'll keep the town safe; keep being the hero.” He was standing in front of you now; still holding the knife in your trembling hands as you shook your head. Lee reached up, grabbing the knife like it was nothing, and throwing it somewhere.

Blood ran down his hand but he made no move to wipe it off. Instead, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the cabinets behind you, his lips thundering down upon yours in a harsh and punishing kiss. He bit your lip, making you gasp, giving him a chance to force his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes widening as you swore the end of it was forked. When he pulled away, you were gasping for air. He leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot on your cheek and neck.

 “Maybe you didn’t understand me clearly in that dumb little brain of yours, but I could ruin this town. Your poor little old lady friend? Out on the street. Your library? Closed. I could stand back and make you watch this town suffer. Or you can be my good little housewife.” He leaned back to look at you, his eyes soulless black pits.

 “Or maybe I'll take you out to the town square. And show them what you really are. Some mortals around here get scared, they start getting jumpy…and pretty scary themselves.” Your breath hitched; you knew some mortals, even as time moved forward, who still got too scared of what they didn’t understand and could get violent quickly. It was one reason you kept yourself hidden. “So, what’s it gunna be, little witch?” You stared back at him, your breathing shallow.

 In a flash of quick thinking, you thought to the holy water in your cabinet, and it manifested in your hand. You managed to dump it on his hands, and he roared in pain, letting you escape. If you could make it to the bedroom, your sacred room, you might be able to ward him out, or at least escape to somewhere else.

You were steps away from the threshold when you were suddenly wrenched back and slammed against the wall. Your hands were pinned above your head and your legs were spread wide. You heard Lee down the hall; his heavy footsteps getting closer and closer until he stood directly in front of you.

                “Tsk tsk tsk. Just couldn’t make it easy could you? But that’s okay, Nothing worth having ever is.”

                “But…how…no other magic works in my space…” you stammered. But he only chuckled, relishing in your fear as you struggled against the bond, studying you like a work of art.

“Seems to me you’re in MY space now.” As you fought to free yourself, you realized he was right; nothing in the house, none of your powers were working. “Now Let’s try that again shall we, sweetheart?” 

                “Please…” you begged. “Please don’t do this.”

                “Oh, come now. It ain’t all bad... A powerful demon husband, access to magics you wouldn’t believe, I can make this so good for you.” He forced his hands up your sweater to run them down over your breasts, one hand stopping to fondle your nipple with his thumb while the other slid into your pajama pants, between your legs and cupping your pussy over your panties and rubbing his ring and middle fingers back and forth.

“Well well, for such a good little witch, you sure are dripping wet for me. I’m must say I’m flattered.” He kissed you with a fire that stirred something dark and twisted within your heart and soul.  Something you ignored as a witch who tried to do only good to others.

“God…please...” Your voice was soft, but Lee heard you growled, his hand going from your breast to grab your hair and force your head back. His voice was soft but dangerous in your ear.

“Trust me sweetheart, Even if he gave a shit about you, there’s not a damned thing he could to stop me. You worship me now. Go on, say my name.”

                “Lee…” you breathed heavily. Your resolve was slowly crumbling as you realized there was no way out of this. And that fear, that resolve, was being replaced with desire. The way Lee looked at you seemed like he wanted to devour you whole should’ve terrified you, but you couldn’t deny how wet you were. You didn’t want to want him, but your whimper gave you away.

                “Yeah, baby? You want something? Go on…beg for it…” he ordered; his fingers moving faster as he kissed down your neck, biting gently in just the right spot to make your toes curl. You let out a low moan. Your breathing was heavy as you spoke.

                “You…you promise you won’t hurt the good people?” You asked, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Lee scoffed with a smirk, staring down at you.  

                “Good people, oh if only you knew…but you’ll learn.” Without another word Lee pulled his fingers from your shorts, making your whine in loss and feeling yourself clench around nothing. Lee snapped his fingers and your clothes were gone.

 Before you could react, he grabbed you, lifted you over his shoulder, smacking your ass then storming into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you two and locking it. He tossed you unceremoniously onto your bed, hardly giving you a moment to breathe before he was on top of you. He leaned over you and his black soleless eyes bore deep into yours.

                “The people in this town are bathed in sin. Just you wait and see.” His gaze softened, his eyes returning to their crimson form. He ran one hand down your cheek, using his thumb to hold your chin and force you to look at him. “But you know what, I think you want something darker… I saw some of those books on your shelves. I think you wanna be a little damsel in distress. And I’m more than happy to oblige.” His hand wrapped around your throat; then he leaned down so his lips were just ghosting against your trembling ones.

“How long have you wanted the touch of a strong man?” Your whimper in response only made him grin wider. “You’re adorable and you reek of loneliness. He kissed you deeply before leaning back to rake his eyes fully over your naked form. “So fucking purty…” he growled. “And you taste sweeter than any mortal sin.” He stood up, but you were still unable to move. Your arms crossed over your head and your legs were forced wide.

Wasting no time, he stripped out of his own clothes; Finally he pulled his boxers down to expose his cock which bobbed against his stomach. Your eyes widened in shock at the size.  It had been some time since you’d been with a man, but his thick cock was bigger than you’d ever had. You tried to shy away from him a bit but he stroked it up and down a few times, laughing at the more than apparent shock on your face

“Never had a cock this big before, have you?” he slowly climbed on the bed, kneeling between your legs. “Well not to worry, little witch. I’m here now and I’m gunna take good care of you. Starting by fucking you like the little bitch in heat that you are and making you cum.” He stroked his cock while gently running his fingers up and down your slit.  You wanted to struggle, scream, fight back. But when Lee pressed his thumb down on your clit, you let out a moan and seemed to almost grind against his hand. It was wrong, but it felt so good. He brought the fingers he’d been rubbing you with up to your lips.

                “Suck on em, slut.” Pushing his fingers in your mouth, rather than be repulsed, your tongue laved over his fingers; thoughts clouding your mind of kneeling before him and sucking his cock. “Oh don’t worry, little witch. You’ll be doing that soon enough.” Lee promised. “Tell me you want this cock. Tell me how bad you wanna be my little whore.”

                “Want…want your cock in my pussy Lee…want to be your slut..” you begged.

                “You gunna be my good wife? Give me whatever I want?” You could feel the head of his cock brush against the inside of your thigh.

                “Yes…please…”

                “Open your mouth.” He ordered. You did as he said and he squeezed your cheeks, making sure your mouth stayed open as he leaned over and snarled something in Latin before spitting in your mouth. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing but he covered your nose and mouth with his hands. “Swallow it, slut. Swallow it if you wanna breathe again.”  You had no choice but to swallow. Your veins came alive like fire travelling through you as you were now soul bonded together. He let go of you but replaced his hand with his lips in another hard kiss.

You felt the last of your resolve crumbling. You hated yourself, but you wanted him…and he knew it. He snapped his fingers again and now your arms were free to move, but they didn’t fight him, instead they sought to hold him close to you. You wanted to feel him against you, he was so warm compared to the chilly night air. Like a blanket wrapping around you on winter’s first night.

                “Well now, we certainly have changed our mind, haven’t we?” You didn’t answer, turning away, and trying to not meet his leering gaze. But he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him.

                “When I ask you a question, you answer, understand? I’m being real nice here, but I can go back to being mean if you want.” He threatened. But you shook your head softly.

                “No please…I’ll be good…” you whimpered and he smiled.

“I know you will.” He kissed you, taking the chance to push his cock inside you making you moan into the kiss.  His hands were on either side of your head and you dug your nails into his shoulder to try and pull him closer to you.

You pressed your knees tight against his sides as he set a torturous pace. Dragging his cock out slowly so you could feel the head rubbing the walls of your pussy, making you keen and moan. Then pushing back in hard so you felt like you were going to be split in two. 

“Lee…please.” You wanted to beg him to stop but it came out as a plea for more.

                “Such a powerful little witchling, reduced to my wanton whore…” His hands grabbed your breasts, tweaking and rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers. “Gunna be so pretty on my arm. And if you be a good little wife, I’ll buy you all the books you want, and I’ll fuck you to sleep every night on my cock.” He took one hand away from your breasts to smack your clit…hard. Your vision went white with pleasure as you screwed your eyes shut; your pussy clenching hard around his cock.

                “Fuck and a pain slut to boot. You’re gunna be lots of fun, little witch. I want you to cum. Cum for your new husband.” His thrusts increased to a punishing pace and he used his thumb to rub your clit. “And when you cum on my cock, I own you. Heart, body, and soul. You understand?”

                “Ye-Yes I understand…Lee…” His eyes flickered to black as he pinched your nipple hard and ordered you in a voice much lower and darker than his usual tone.

“Then cum.” The sound of it making your eyes was the final straw as your eyes rolled back in your head and you felt every muscle in your body clench as you came harder than you ever had before. Lee had made your body feel like it was on fire but your orgasm was like a cooling only water could bring. You called out his name as you bucked your hips up, like you were trying to draw him in more.

He kept fucking you through the waves of pleasure crashing down on you, chasing his own release. “Look at you, all fucked out and all mine. Can’t wait to get you home, gunna bend you over and spank this ass hard before I fuck it…”  His words made your breath hitch and you clenched his cock one final time before he stilled above you, growling and snarling.

You could feel his hot cum filling you as he pumped his cock into you a few more times. For a few moments, only the sound of your combined breathing’s filled the space. You lay there with your eyes closed as your feelings washed over you; shame, embarrassment, but at the base of it all, satisfaction and power. Power stronger than anything you’d felt before. Lee chuckled above you as you opened your eyes to meet his, now back to crimson.

                “You can feel it, can’t you? All that new power from being my mate flowing through you?” You nodded weekly. “Good but just remember. I’m the one in control now, you’re bound to me so if you even think about hurting me or doing something stupid, I’ll strip them away and leave you for dead. We clear?”

                “Yes, Lee.” You sighed, accepting your fate. His eyes flashed once more to black before turning back to the blue that had drawn you in so easily. You bit your lip, staring up at his rugged looks and acknowledging there were worse options to be bound to for all eternity.

“Fuck, I hope you never lose that doe eyed look. I just wrecked your pussy and you still look like the shy little bookworm you are.” He pulled his cock from you slowly, the first gentle action of the night. “Do you need some stew now, little witchling?” He asked, teasing you and tickling your side, forcing a smile onto your face that didn’t last. Lee let out a small sigh.

“Listen, you might look cute when you cry on my cock, but you’ve got one hell of a smile, darling. I’d like to see it for real.” His words struck a chord, all night he’d teased and degraded you, but now he seemed gentile, almost trying to be charming. He brushed a strand of hair back from your face. “You have to remember sweetheart, I may be strong and powerful, but I have to lure in my pray first.”

Lee gently pounced on you, placing hot, open mouth kisses to your neck, nipping and kissing until you were squealing and laughing in pleasure, forgetting for just a moment the rude and brash way he’d taken you, sexually and literally. When Lee stopped, he pulled back to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I told you sweetheart, if you’re good for me, I can be so good for you.” Despite everything you’ve ever known about demons, you decided to trust him; hoping that as his wife, maybe you could do some good and help the people of the town on a wider scale.

“Can I ask for one thing, please?” you asked, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.

“Well, I am feeling awfully generous.” He said, smiling coyly.

“Please let me keep this place. I promise I’ll come home to you every night but…a witch needs her sacred space.” You asked, batting your eyelashes just a little.

“Hmmmm, I suppose that can be arranged.” Lee conceded. “But I have complete and unfettered access, understood?” You nodded, knowing the road ahead as his wife would be rough, but seeing who he was and hoping you could smooth down the rougher edges gave you a sense of relief.

He lay on his side, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You were almost shocked how comfortable you felt in his embrace. But it happened easily, his leg feeling so natural wrapped around yours in your bed.