#3. Soap dispensers

[tapronlimited]

Genius Tips when Looking To Upgrade Your Plumbing

The "Genius Tips when Looking to Upgrade Your Plumbing" article on Tapron.co.uk offers valuable advice for homeowners considering plumbing upgrades. It emphasizes investing in energy-efficient water heaters, maintaining pipes in good condition, and choosing water-efficient fixtures to save on long-term costs and increase home value. The guide also suggests considering the use of recycled water and ensuring compliance with building codes for vent installation. For detailed insights and tips on upgrading your plumbing effectively, visit the full guide here.

[sea-me-now]

fun fact; Splatoon themed 3 in one body wash and shampoo exists

[hygienic-soap-dispenser]

HWS Nordics as DnD Characters - Part 1

So uuh I've been thinking about the best boys as DnD characters for a while now soooo I drew them and did a character sheet for each of them!! (Den and Swe will be coming in part 2 pinky promise 🙏)

Part 2 (Den, Swe)

For simplicity, I started them off on Level 1, hence no subclasses here. Also, there are def some things I need to work around, especially with the whole DnD Beyond thing, but I still hope y'all get the vibe I'm going for with these

✨ Their backstories, subclasses, and combat styles can be found under the cut ✨

Norway

Race: High Elf Class: Druid Subclass: Circle of the Land Background: Outlander

Having lived a good portion of his childhood among the fjords, mountains, and trolls, Nor has always had a deep connection with the land around him. His friends would help him survive, connect to the land, and learn to harness the power within it. He let it power and inspire him throughout his life. When Nor was part of his unions, he would often escape to the land to feel connected to himself again, and this is where he drew his power and magic which he still uses today. He is a free spirit within his land, and he will never let anyone take that away from him again.

In combat, Nor mainly focuses on spells and has a preference for ice magic and thorns, and he is excellent at taking advantage of the terrain around him. He is also one of the designated healers for the Nordics, along with Swe. At close range can fight with clubs, maces, light swords, or axes.

Finland

Race: Half-Wood Elf Class: Ranger and Rogue multiclass Subclasses: Gloomstalker / Assassin Background: Soldier

Fin has trained most of his life to be a warrior. Since his earliest days, he was tasked to defend the land and prevent any would-be invaders; it was his duty. But how could he with neighbours like these? He is small, and they are big, they are strong, and he is weak... but he is persistent. He will not let them win. For you see, Fin has some advantages: he is nimble and he lives in a land shrouded in forests and bogs. Thus, Fin became something else: not the strongest or the fastest or mightiest defender, but the most efficient, using his stealth and quick thinking to get any advantage he can.

In combat, Fin is focused on archery but is flexible and can jump into the front with dual-wielding weapons when needed. Is effective at any range: physically strong but even more nimble. He hides in the dark, ever watchful, striking at his enemies. He often forgets to cast Hunter's Mark.

Iceland

Race: Half-High Elf Class: Sorcerer Subclass: Storm Sorcerer Background: Hermit

Raised on a lonely island far from those he loves, surrounded by the raging oceans crashing upon his shores, the wind and rain shaping the docking and crashing of ships to his land, Ice has always been familiar with the winds and tides. Some even say that he came to being during a mighty storm, giving power to the tempest within that powers his natural abilities. Now, with his mastery over his inner storm, he tries to use his powers to safely guide ships, change the winds, and maybe even see more of the family and friends he longs to hold close.

In combat, Ice focused on lighting and ice spells, and still has some trouble controlling his fire-based spellcasting, but is working on it. Fights at a distance and can use Flight to maneuver around the battlefield for the best advantage. God help you if he attacks you from above.

[veirsewrites]

I hope you’re doing well! I just wanted to send a message and say I reread the chapters for WtB since I missed the story and A and Amelie! I hope you’re having a good time and thanks for making a great vampire story!

I’m doing alright! Thanks for this nice message and thank you for liking my story 😊

I received a couple asks which I will eventually answer, just haven’t been in the WtB mindset lately so I don’t wanna give a half ass answer.

[xenon-demon]

🔀 for steddie 💕

Thank you so much for the ask Janai!!!!!! Just so we all know I'm shuffling my big "Liked Songs" playlist for this ask game, so any song I've saved on Spotify since 2017 could come up lmao. For this ask I got Love Might Be Found (Volcano) by Montaigne! Oooooh man okay this is such a good song, it's about being in the earlier stages of a relationship and then having to leave them for some reason, so you're wishing for a reason to stay and see if things would've worked out (like a natural disaster closing the airports or smth).

The obvious Steddie AU for this (at least imo) is therefore a modern AU where Corroded Coffin has the opportunity to make it big and achieve their dreams of becoming a famous metal band, but doing so requires moving away from Indiana. Moving away from Steve (who at this point is friends-with-benefits with Eddie and they're both hopelessly pining). Steve, who doesn't want to be the reason Eddie gives up on his dreams, just lets him go and pretends he's not madly in love with Eddie, since he thinks (correctly) that Eddie loves him back and would refuse to leave Steve behind if they were boyfriends. Eddie is heartbroken that Steve's not trying harder to keep him, because he really thought they had the start of something good together. Cue a prolonged period of extreme angst and long-distance pining from both of them, Eddie writes at least four heartbroken ballads about how much he misses Steve, Steve follows CC's progress in the music industry religiously but refuses to admit that to anyone. (Robin knows, though. She always does).

EVENTUALLY they get their shit together when CC throw a launch party for their sophomore album, at which point they've blown up enough that they can afford to invite their friends from back home as well. It's actually Jeff who invites Steve, because you've got him fucked up if you think he's going to listen to Eddie moan about The One Who Got Away™ for another fucking second. Steve is very skeptical of the invite, because he hasn't heard from Eddie since a few months after they moved away, but eventually caves on the condition he can bring Robin. They spend almost the entire launch party staunchly not speaking to one another, which gets very awkward when some of Eddie's new friends from the music industry start asking questions about how they know each other (because they very obviously do). It only stops when Steve and Robin are having an emotional debrief in the men's bathroom (because Robin is not going to let a gendered bathroom sign keep her away from her platonic soulmate in his time of need - and also CC hired out a function room for a private event, so the only people even using the bathroom are from their event). Mid-breakdown, just as Steve's about to admit he still has feelings for Eddie all this time, they get interrupted by someone entering the bathroom. It's Eddie, because of course it is.

Eddie tries to play it off as needing a piss, but he's obviously come in here for a mental breakdown of his own. Robin takes one look at the absolutely stricken way he looks at Steve, like he's been stabbed right through the chest at the sight of him, and takes a risk. She says she's going to guard the bathroom door until they sort their shit out and leaves them alone in there together.

To her credit, she lasts almost half an hour at the bathroom door of death-glaring every drunk man who so much as looks her way. But then she hears a crashing noise, followed by the distinct sound of someone moaning coming from the bathroom behind her, and decides those bastards are on their own now.

Send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and I'll shuffle my playlist and give you an AU about that pairing based on the first song that comes up!

[miseryinyou]

You ever been forced to live with someone who is so fucking lazy that you have dreams of violence?

[coolhomeutensils1]

3 Chamber Soap and Shower Dispenser | Chrome

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This dispenser is made from high-quality materials and was meticulously designed to ensure durability and long-lasting performance. A fantastic addition to any modern or traditional environment, the sleek chrome appearance not only provides a sense of elegance to your bathroom but also goes well with a variety of interior styles.

[missroxelot]

Powder Room in Phoenix

Mid-sized rustic blue tile and mosaic tile marble floor and white floor powder room idea. It features blue cabinets, a one-piece toilet, white walls, an undermount sink, marble countertops, white countertops, flat-panel cabinets, and a freestanding vanity.

[jellybeansmud]

coconut milk my beloved why are you so expensive (half a dollar more than the cheapest cow milk)

why is all fun milk so expensiveeeee. i want goat milk (also cant find it anywhereeee) i want horse milk i want high fat % milk maybe cream even i want to try every plant milk that there is. but it all costs more that cow milk and i still feel bad for spending money even now when i have a job and my own money. sad.

[soggywetcatgirl]

hate it when my soap dispenser starts running out and i have to jerk it off for a minute just to get 3 pathetic little drops out of her

[tapronlimited]

Accessories Guide for a Modern Bathroom

The Tapron guide provides tips on selecting modern bathroom accessories, emphasizing the importance of choosing items that blend well with your bathroom's decor. It discusses the significance of details like soap dishes, dispensers, toilet roll holders, hooks, hangers, and tumblers in enhancing the bathroom's aesthetics and functionality. The article also highlights the choice of finishes, such as gold and matt black, to complement the modern design, ensuring these accessories contribute to a stylish and practical bathroom environment. For detailed recommendations, visit the guide here.

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer confessing to an artist reader

・❥ Lucifer gets jealous, and has to prove his love for you

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

x: WOW this was a rollercoaster to write. Alastor being petty, a musical number, and.. 😏 you’ll have to read and see!

warnings: Mild swearing

“Mreow?” 

You stirred slightly under the covers in your bed, waking from the noise. You were so warm and cozy, in your little nest of pillows that you hugged to your chest. Stilling yourself, you strained your ears, listening for whatever had awoken you.

“Mreooow,” came that needy, animalistic cry again.

“KeeKee?” You whispered hoarsely.

A high-pitched chirp answered your question.

Grumbling in protest, you grasped the sheets and pulled them from your face. Squinting at the morning light emanating from the large windows on the other end of the room. 

You rubbed a hand down your face, in an attempt to squeeze out the exhaustion still fogging your mind. With a sigh, you pivoted, placing your feet on the cold, wood floor beneath.

Now where was that furball? 

You scanned the room, before your eyes landed on the small black and white cyclopean cat. She sat on your nightstand, her tail swishing with happiness as you answered her call. 

“You silly kitty, what do you want so early in the morning?” You questioned her, and received another chirp as a response.

You always found it fascinating that the small feline was actually the key to the hotel, created by Lucifer’s magic as a gift to Charlie when she took over the place. 

You could feel it, even now, that warm crackle of energy as it flowed off KeeKee’s fur. It was faint, but so familiar. If you buried her face in her fur far enough, you could even smell traces of his scent. 

As you and Lucifer grew closer, so did KeeKee. She had started following around the hotel, always a few steps behind as you traveled the halls. This morning routine of hers wasn’t new either. Before, you’d open your door and find her sprawled out on the ground on her back, her belly exposed as she greeted you. 

You started leaving your door cracked after that, allowing her to enter whenever she pleased. She’d make her bed on the same cushion Lucifer was so fond of while you painted, and drift into sleep. 

Sometimes, you’d use her for practice sketches. Although you could only do so while she dreamed, as she was not as good at sitting still as Lucifer was.

It was almost as if she sensed the connection between the two of you, mirroring your bond with her own loyalty. With a soft smile, you reached out to pet KeeKee, feeling the comforting vibrations of her purrs resonating through your fingertips. 

Rising from the bed, you made your way into the small bathroom. Twisting the sink handle, you let the fountain of water flow into the drain as it is heated. 

Your eyes landed on the object next to the faucet, and you smiled unconsciously as you picked up the yellow rubber ducky. 

“Your new soap dispenser,” Lucifer had stated one evening, “Easily compactible to take it on the go and.. with the scent of apple pie.” 

He demonstrated by softly squeezing the sides of the toy, and a small glob of soap left its mouth and landed into the palm of his hand. 

You had taken it from him and lifted it to your nose, inhaling a deep breath. 

“Delectable.” You teased, before placing it on the table beside you.

After his little performance at the art studio, Lucifer’s affection towards you grew bolder by the day. He often arrived at your room with a gift or two, even more than his silly little ducks. 

Once, he brought you a small violin, the color pure angelic white with golden strings. You had stared at it in awe when he set it on the table.

“It’s white for you to paint,” Lucifer had explained, “Whatever little fantastical ideas you have to cover this instrument with, I just know it’ll be amazing.”

You had blushed, before letting your fingers glide across its smooth surface. Tracing its frame, memorizing its shape. 

“I was going to get you a fiddle, like my own. But, I believe this best suits the musical pieces you are so familiar with.”

You sat across from each other at the dining table in your room, arms resting lazily on its surface as you sipped from your glass of Spiced Apple Wine. 

That was another gift he had brought you. Claiming he only enjoyed the taste of fine-aged wine from his personal cellar. You had gotten used to its slightly sour taste by now, but you were glad for that slight pinch on your tongue. It kept you from ogling Lucifer for too long.

The only light emanating from your room was the candles placed around you, their flames dancing, casting shadows across the walls. The soft ting of piano keys thrummed in the air, flowing from a small brown radio on your dresser.

Not too long ago, Alastor had given it to you for your personal use. A very rare gift from a demon like him. You had just assumed it was his way of getting you on his side, your unease of him must’ve been apparent enough. 

Your years of attempted swindling by potential buyers for your pieces created a sixth sense, the ability to smell when someone’s words didn’t echo their intentions.

Even though you had no animosity towards him, and spoke to him frequently enough that you did not feel any kind of negative intentions from him, his mysterious past and psychopathic tendencies struck you as odd. His presence was dark and cold. 

Nothing like Lucifer’s, who’s aura was so warm and energetic you could get drunk off of it. 

Alastor’s? That would sober you up in an instant.

Why didn’t you feel the same about Lucifer? After all, he had the same charm that swooped those around him off their feet. 

‘His ability to love,’ you concluded in your head, ‘that was why.’

He showed deep care for the people close to him, while Alastor always held people at arms-length. Literally and figuratively.

Your personal feelings didn’t mean you weren’t going to use the radio, so whenever you’d hear Lucifer nearing your room, you’d switch it to polka. Learning by now that was one of his favorite genres. It played in the background as you discussed the violin.

“I think it’s best if you taught me how to play, I might have some knowledge on musical history, but that doesn’t mean I know anything about the instruments themselves.” You had conceded.

He shook his head at that, “Nonsense. If there is anyone I know that could pick up skills like this quickly, it would be you.”

“What makes you think that?” You had laughed.

“Because, you’re amazing. Talented, with passion that could take on the world. You and my daughter have more in common than you think. A drive that I wish I had.”

That had stopped your train of thought, your cheeks heating once more. Most times you would try to brush off his comments, and continue on to the next subject, even if those words made it hard for you to fall asleep that same night.

But this time, you let his words linger in the air between you. The faint glow from the candles illuminating his face, his angelic features intensifying. 

It was your turn to make a move, you couldn’t let him have all the fun.

Slowly, your hand traveled across the table, until your fingers grazed his own. Lucifer never pulled back, instead, he accepted your advance. Lacing his fingers with your own.

The two of you didn’t speak, you didn’t need to. The day could be filled with laughter and quick-wits. But, the night? That belonged to your silent bouts of affection.

Just two pairs of eyes staring out through the large open bay windows, the flickering lights from the city your own little TV. 

What was he thinking about? You had wondered. You were aware of the divorce of his wife years ago, and the fracture of his family still weighed on him. Even if his relationship with Charlie was improving the day. Did he blame himself for his family splitting? 

You had never pried him on such things, there was no reason to bring him more pain. He’d open up about it when he was ready, he always did.

Was that why he was slow to actually ask for your kindness? Your care? 

Your love? 

He was a showman, with a drive to impress strangers around him, to win them over with his charm and flare. But you weren’t a stranger, not anymore. 

There was this tiny parasite that gnawed at the back of your mind, whispering such horrid things of him leaving you if you made the first move. 

‘His pride is too great to let him be swooned completely by a lower demon,’ it hissed, ‘He just wants something casual, nothing truly real,’

Was that true? Would he reject you and move on? Surely, there were much stronger, much smarter demons than you in Hell that he could choose. 

Maybe, you’d just have to grow a backbone and ask him. 

‘Soon’, you promised.

The calming scent that wafted from the candles around the room pulled you away from such thoughts. Instead, you used your free hand to lift the wine glass to your lips, downing the remaining liquor. Your body blooming with warmth as it traveled down your throat, and your head turning fuzzy with bliss. 

A gentle thump as KeeKee landed on the counter pulled you back to reality. You finished washing your face, and placed it into the cool embrace of the small towel in your hands.

Turning away from the sink, you walked back into the main room. KeeKee trailed you as you rummaged through your dresser, plucking out items of clothing as you began to change for the day. 

“Come, KeeKee,” You called, clicking your tongue at her as you strided to the doorway of your room. 

She responded with a chirp and raced past you, out into the hallway. You watched her scurry down the stairs as you headed for the lobby. You were supposed to finish the season of RuGaul’s Drag Race this morning with Angel Dust, and honestly, it was a pretty good show.

Unfortunately, the raised bump in the carpet right in front of your foot had other plans.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you fell forward, your arms instinctually raising to catch your fall.

You hit the ground with an oomph. Luckily, you caught yourself in time to not face any serious injury. Except the sting of your pride. You lay there defeated for a moment, the ache in your arms subsiding slowly.

“Well, hello down there, my friend!” Came a familiar call, static trickling from their voice.

 “Hello, Alastor.” You greeted the Radio Demon with a painful sigh. 

“It appears you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle, hm? Let me help you with that.” 

Black tendrils gathered around you, they were unnaturally cold and you squirmed against their touch. 

They tightened around you and lifted you up, up, and up until the soles of your feet were steady on the ground. They flowed off of you, disappearing like a shadow into Alastor’s form.

“Thank you, Alastor. That was very kind of you,” you spoke as you brushed dust off your clothes. You’d need to talk to Nifty about coming to your side of the building more often to clean. 

“It was no problem, my friend. I could not just sit by and allow you to take such an attitude from that silly carpet.” 

Alastor snapped his fingers, and the tiny lump in the carpet that had delivered the tripping blow vanished. Leaving behind a nice, smooth surface.

His head snapped back up to you, that large smile still plastered on his face. You were about to open your mouth again when his gaze landed on something behind you, past the railing.

“Ah, I see you have finished another one of your paintings! What a wonderful piece this is, yes, truly remarkable!” 

He walked forward, and placed one hand on the railing. On the opposite side of the room, at eye level to the second floor, was a painting depicting a very large, glittering lake. A tall forest surrounded it, with massive snowy mountains as the backdrop. 

Small winged-angels sat near the waters, feasting on grapes and wine as they enjoyed the summer sun. Some stood near white-freckled fawns as they fed them fruits and nuts, their faces lit in joyful smiles. 

“Yes, it took me forever. Water is a pain to get perfect. Do you.. think it fits?” 

“Of course it does, my dear!” His enthusiastic voice not missing a beat, “I think Charlie choosing you for this job was a marvelous choice! You must have taken much inspiration from some of the classic artists.. Perhaps Edgar Payne?”

A look of surprise crossed your face. He knew about the famous western landscape artist? Alastor didn’t seem like a fine arts kind of man to you.

“I used some of his techniques, yes. I didn’t know you had such knowledge, Alastor.” You responded, a hint of questioning in your tone. Prompting him to speak more about the subject. 

Alastor waved his hand in the air in a brushing motion, as if it was no big deal.

“Oh, here and there. When I was alive hosting my radio show I once toured an art gallery for an advertisement. His pieces were on display, and I suppose his work has been imprinted in my mind ever since.”

“That’s very interesting, actually. I shouldn’t be surprised though, you seem to be in favor of many classic mediums.” 

“Mm, yes. I just can’t stand the way modern society has seemed to falter from its most creative forms. I’m sure soon they’ll just start paying robots up there to make art for them.”

You doubted that, people using robots to make art? What was the point of it if not created by the human hand?

It was then you caught his eyes darting to something behind you, towards the staircase. Did his eye just twitch?

Alastor’s toothy grin widened further, which you thought couldn’t be possible. Before you could turn around and get a look at whatever had captured his attention, his gaze landed back on you.

He quickly sidled much closer to you, and placed his free hand on your shoulder. Your eyes widened at the touch, he’d never been brazen like this before. Let alone being this close to you. 

Suddenly, he let out a loud, boisterous laugh at nothing particular. His head slightly shook from side to side like he just heard the funniest story in his life, which made you lean back slightly at his very odd actions.

“Oh, my dear, you are such a charm. Truly. I always enjoy our little talks about your ideas. You are so very passionate about your work.” 

Your eyebrows raised in suspicion at his behavior. What was this man up to? 

“We should definitely continue our talks sometime, perhaps, in the comfort of your study?” He questioned, placing his other hand on your shoulder, “Maybe, you could even teach me some of that history you have trapped in your noggin, mmm what was that era called.. the Renaissance?”

Your mouth parted slightly as you contemplated his words. He wanted to learn from you? You had never graced anyone with your teachings other than Lucifer, and you kind of liked it that way.

“Well.. I don’t know if-”

“Ahem.” Came a familiar, male voice from behind the two of you. 

Your words caught in your throat. Uh oh.

You watched Alastor’s grin deepen into a knowing smirk. His eyes snapping to the figure behind you, eyebrows raised. 

You pivoted, seeing the familiar pale face staring intensely at you, practically into your soul. You tried to smile at him, your teeth clenched painfully as you stood besides Alastor. His hand still on your shoulder. 

You tried to speak through your eyes, desperately trying to tell him this was not something you had asked for. You weren’t sure whether he could read it.

Lucifer’s gaze diverted to the hand on your shoulder, and you could feel a crackle of scorching hot energy in the air around you.

“Why, hello there, your majesty.” Alastor greeted him with mock enthusiasm. 

“What a surprise to see you here,” Lucifer responded, a slight growl in his voice. He straightened his back, leaning slightly forward on his staff, as though the scene before him was not a bother. He was terrible at hiding it though. 

“Indeed. My dear friend and I were just discussing their paintings, aren’t they a wonder?”

“Of course they are.” Lucifer responded. 

“We have such good conversations, you know, about their vast knowledge on the subject. It makes me envious really.” 

He released your shoulder from his grasp, and you scooted an inch away from him. 

“Perhaps, one day, you would care to join us? But I'm sure their line of work isn’t something you are interested in, hm?” Alastor’s words left his lips, and Lucifer’s teeth bared at that.

Alastor’s smile intensified as his own energy filled the room, an invisible dual of power was beginning to emerge between the two demons. It reminded you of what happened when Lucifer had arrived at the hotel for the first time, when they had fought for the position as Charlie’s father figure. 

Alastor wasn’t an idiot though, Lucifer could eradicate him at any moment. Was just simply irritating the fallen angel his only motivation?

Was Alastor’s initial conversation with you just to pull the strings of what was happening now? Did he know Lucifer was coming to see you? That sly asshole.

Alastor turned away from Lucifer’s glare, and met your gaze.

“How is that radio doing that I gave you? I hope you’ve been putting it to good use, I was trying my hardest to

think of the perfect gift for you, and I just knew that you would be interested in it.” 

“It was.. nice, thank you.. Alastor.” You responded, afraid what would happen if you ignored his question. 

“My pleasure, dear friend. We’ve been through thick and thin, you and I. It’s only right I share with you a piece of my.. admiration towards you.”

Admiration? 

Lucifer stalked up to the two of you, staring daggers in Alastor’s back. Clearing his throat, he let out a dark chuckle.

“I’m sure your little relationship is over-exaggerated,” He said, his tone passive aggressive, “I’ve hardly seen you in the same room together, let alone have such meaningful conversations.”

“But, of course we do! I was there the first day they walked through those doors. I was the one that welcomed them to their new home, and it was I who furnished their room in the first place. Seeing as barely anything has been changed or moved around, it is safe to say our connection is much deeper than you may think.”

You heard Lucifer growl again. His eyes flickering to a shade of red.

“Well, it’s too bad your gift is useless now.” Lucifer hissed, “They have an instrument of their own, which I have provided them.”

Alastor’s ear twitched at that, and he turned to you in mock fascination. 

“Oh, an instrument? Did you know I used to play in a band?” He turned to you, his questions armed with ill intentions, “I would love nothing more than to give you a lesson or two!”

“I am going to teach them, actually.” Lucifer snapped, “I couldn’t imagine the terrible noises that would come from you plucking strings like a tone-deaf banshee.”

Alastor laughed at that before reaching out and grabbing your hand. You had the growing itch to rip it away, but his stare whispered dark things, and you relented. Allowing him to grip your wrist loosely.

“Well, this has been fun, and I would like to continue our talks,” He addressed you, “But I have important business to attend to within the hotel, as your faithful hotelier. Perhaps, later tonight?” 

Your smile faltered for a second, giving him a slight glare. You weren't going to let him think you were falling for his games.

“Such a shame you have so much attention on you from so many others, those demons on the streets really look at you with such enamoration. My word, just practically begging for your attention! If only you would share all your ideas and knowledge with just me, you’d know how fantastic of a listener I am.”

“Others?” Lucifer asked incredulously.

Alastor ignored him, instead, he did something that you never expected.

He gingerly pulled your hand closer to his face, before leaning down slightly and placing a quick peck to your knuckles. You gasped, placing a hand over your mouth to cease it quickly. 

It was meaningless, you could tell. An act to simply further spur on Lucifer’s rage. 

“Why you pompous little fucking-!” Lucifer roared, but was cut off by Alastor’s maniacal fit of giggles.

Suddenly, the red demon evaporated into a large green cloud of smoke. A gust of freezing wind rushed you as he vanished. Behind you, Lucifer’s large hat was carried with the gust of wind, and he was left practically frothing at the mouth, his hair disheveled from the wind. His eyes still a dark sickly-red. 

You strode up to him, placing a hand on his arm. Trying to get him to look at you. 

“I promise you, we were not talking genuinely just then, Lucifer.” 

“Do you have conversations with that creep when i’m not around? Have you been telling him the same things you’ve shared with me?” 

You rolled your eyes, letting out a breath of hot air. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just getting under your skin. I’ve barely spoken with him.”

“What did he mean by ‘others’? You have suitors that i’m not aware of?”

You leaned back, confusion spreading across your face. Was Lucifer.. jealous? Was the thought of other demons trying to get intimate with you.. bothering him?

“What? Well, I don’t know, maybe. It’s not like I-”

“It’s me who knows almost everything about you. I’m the King of Hell, what can anyone offer you that I can’t?”

What was this? He’s never spoken a word about courting you, which is why your feelings towards his affection were mixed. But now, he wants to? 

“And here I thought I could make it to the overlord meeting in time,” He growled. Before his gaze was renewed with fresh determination.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer, and snapped his fingers. 

Before you could blink, the area around you melted and transformed into a beautiful restaurant. You were sitting at an oak table, candles lit around you. A wine glass in front of you.

Lucifer materialized at the seat across from you in a very tight, clean black tuxedo with a red bow tie around his neck.

He gave you a playful smirk, before another figure strode to your table. You looked up, and saw.. Lucifer? Again? This time in a classic waiter outfit, an apron tied around his waist. He held a plate of food in one hand, before setting it down before you. 

“You’re favorite dish, catered by yours truly.” Waiter Lucifer spoke confidently.

You looked down at the foodstuff on the plate, your mouth watering. It really was your favorite dish. You reached out to grab it, before you were thrusted into darkness again.

Where were you now?! 

You were sitting on a very comfortable cushioned chair, and as you whipped your head around, noticed that there were rows and rows of the same kind of chairs. 

“What the hell is going on?!” You yelled to the scene, but received no answer. 

Placed in them were more.. Lucifers? They all whooped and cheered, clapping at whatever was in front of you. You turned your head, taking in the sight before you.

It was a lit stage. The curtain was closed, so you were unable to see what was on it. Suddenly, the curtain lifted, and there was Lucifer again, he held a Violin, similar to the one he gave you, but this time in pure gold.

He looked at you before gliding the bow across its strings, the echoes of its chords filling the room. You perked, recognizing its tune.

It was ‘Innsbruck, I must leave thee’! The same one he had asked you about when you caught him humming that one time.

Did he learn it… just for you? Your heart fluttered. Was this grandiose display just him trying to prove that he cared about you and your interests?

It continued for a moment longer, the strings on his instrument singing with raw power. It was a beautiful sound, and for a moment you were lost in it. Emotions from your past bubbling inside of you.

And then, he let go of the violin and it began playing on its own. It floated in the air gracefully as its tune continued. He leapt off the stage and landed right in front of your seat. He extended his hand, waiting for you to take it. 

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of where you would be taken next.

“Luci..” You said, giving him a questioning look.

He only smirked at you, his eyebrows raised playfully. You shook your head, a smile blooming on your face at his theatrics, and laced your fingers with his. 

Instead of being thrown into darkness like before, gold flashed around you as he teleported you somewhere distant.

This time, you were on the roof of a very tall building, you shook your head to rid yourself of the dizziness before taking in the sights around you.

You were in Pentagram city, Heaven high above you, it’s white glow helping to light the rooftop like a stage.

Your hand was still gripping his, and he did not pull away. Neither did you. 

Suddenly, a tune began once more. Unfamiliar this

time, and you twisted your head to find where it was coming from, but to no avail. It seemed to be emanating from the entire space around you.

Was there a faint musical number playing in the background, or was that just your imagination?

Lucifer pulled you closer, his classic red and white hats by vest clung to his frame. His hat and overcoat nowhere in sight.

“Lucifer, what are you…” You trailed off, right as he opened his mouth and started to.. sing.

With treasures untold and riches divine,

I offer you the world, to make you mine.

His voice was like velvet, that boisterous playful demeanor apparent as he circled you around, you turned with him, never releasing his hand. He continued, his eyes never straying from you as he sang.

I can offer you kingdoms, castles of gold,

Mountains of riches, for you to behold,

Diamonds that shimmer, like stars in the night,

With every breath, with every sigh,

I’ll lavish you with riches, until the end of time.

His singing ceased, and you were rushed back into reality. You looked at him in awe, enamored by that pretty voice of his. It was ethereal, just like God has designed him to be.

You stood there for a second, eyes fixed on Lucifer’s hand as it entwined with yours. Your gaze traveling to those big, beautiful golden eyes that practically begged for your response. 

In that moment, as the sun above illuminated his pretty face and his shining hair flowing in the gentle breeze, you realized how much you adored- no, loved this man. 

Summoning all of your willpower, you answered. Your lips parted as your tongue began to form words of your own design. You didn’t call up any lyrics from pieces of past design. These words needed to be yours. Needed to say everything you desired and more. 

I don’t want your magic,

I don’t want your gold,

I want your eyes on me,

Until we grow old, 

The words left your lips, soft and buttery, as your confession rang through the air. You desperately hoped your voice didn’t sound like nails against a chalkboard, that it held some resemblance to his own angelic vocals. 

His eyes widened for a moment, before they softened. A sparkle shining in them that wasn’t there before. 

A genuine, heart-melting smile crossed his face as he listened to your words flowing from your tongue so gracefully, like water cascading from the Fountain of Youth.

You took his other hand, pulling him backwards, as you danced across the narrow rooftop, like ballerinas, your footsteps synced and graceful. 

Suddenly, he turned you towards the edge, your heels mere inches from the ledge of the roof. For a moment, you felt like you’d slip and plunge into the depths, but those eyes of his held you steady in your mind.

Until his wings appeared behind him, beating softly, giving you air as he spun you slightly off the rooftop. A pulse of warm energy hit you, and your legs lifted out from under you. Like you were Jane with your Peter Pan, and his magic fairy dust was going to send you gliding off to Neverland.

For a moment, you felt like you had wings of your own. That feeling of absolute freedom, unchained from the ground as you floated for a moment before Lucifer pulled you back to reality.

Your feet hit the rooftop once more and you were breathlessly aware of your heart beating in your throat. Your gaze snapped back to Lucifer once more, and you felt one of his hands lowering to your hip, the other still entwined with yours.

Lucifer leaned forward, and you with him.  Your back curved into an arch as he leaned above you, your lips inches from brushing against each other. You felt like exploding, those butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach threatening to burst.

Both your mouths opened at once, and your words entwined with his as your lips moved once more.

Your caring touch abundantly clear,

It’s all i’ve ever known,

With you my dear, 

I surely fear,

My heart will never be my own.

As your song ended, you felt your heart and mind clear instantly as your truth had finally been told. The look of pure adoration in his eyes was enough to have you trembling under his touch. 

Lucifer pulled you back onto your feet, his breathing heavy and the feathers on his wings ruffled. 

With both hands on your hips, you reached forward and cupped his face. Heat spread across your body as your fingers grazed across the small wisps of hair that curled around his ears.

“Darling, I-”

Before you could let him finish his sentence, you squeezed your eyes shut, and planted your lips against his. He froze for a moment, his breath hitching, before his hands around your waist tightened and he deepened the kiss.

You moved your hands from his face and instead wrapped your arms around his neck, grasping at his shirt collar with hungry desire.

His scent washed over you, and you drank it in with desperation. A sweet, crisp dose of apple cinnamon mixed with faint traces of roses. You thanked Heaven in that moment, for releasing them from their grasp, and right into your arms down here in Hell. 

Your knees hit the ground the same time as Lucifer’s, and you felt the soft touch of his wings as they wrapped around you. Blanketing the two of you from the prying eyes of all the realms. 

He pressed his face harder into yours as he cupped the small of your back. His teeth grazed the bottom of your lip, and you parted your mouth slightly, locking the two of you together even more intensely. 

His lips left yours, and he planted feverish pecks across your cheek all the way to your earlobe. He bit tenderly on it, and you had to squeeze your lips together to stop from whimpering. He continued, trailing down your neck with hungry kisses, before burrowing his face into your shoulder blade.

You felt his teeth graze the artery in your neck, and you gasped, grasping at his hair desperately as pleasure coursed through your veins. His breath hot against your skin, tickling it.

“Fuck,” You moaned, and his response was to push you farther into bliss as he suckled on your neck. Waves of pleasure hit you once more, and you began to sloppily kiss the top of his shoulder, slightly exposed from your roughhousing.

Lucifer tightened his grip around you, pulling you as flush to his body as he could manage. You both sat there on your knees in a mix of breathless gasps and hums of pleasure.

You did not want this moment to end. Finally, the both of you had opened yourselves up to your true feelings. You smiled at the thought, and planted a kiss on his earlobe as he lifted his head slightly from your neck.

Suddenly, the watch on Lucifer’s wrist buzzed violently, and you heard him curse under his breath.

“Is that for your meeting?” Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

“Unfortunately,” He grumbled, before switching off the noise. He didn’t move from his position though, and you realized he was going to try and skip out on it.

“You should go.” You spoke, almost a command.

“Why? They’ve been fine without me for this long.”

“You’re the king,” You retorted, meeting his gaze sternly, “Go do your job, i’m not going anywhere.” 

His look of distraught at having to depart sent another wave of butterflies into your body. You couldn’t help but smile before giving him another quick peck on the lips.

“Go.”

“Fine.” 

You both stood up, and his wings uncurled around your body, disappearing into his back. His fingers still with yours, as he reached down for his hat that lay on the ground beside you. You released his grip and fixed his bow tie. Pulling his overcoat back neatly onto his frame, and adjusting it slightly. 

You wiped the sweat off his forehead and smoothed down his hair. Attempting to tidy him up as quickly as you could so he wouldn’t be late. He smiled warmly as you fussed over him.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” You spoke softly, batting your eyelashes at him, “I need a way off this roof.”

He smirked, before grasping his staff and tapping it against the ground. 

A flurry of gold wafted around you, and that same energy tickled at the back of your neck just like it did at the art studio. His face blurring from the cascading waves of warm light that wrapped around you.

“See you soon, My Love,” His voice echoed as your eyes shut and you felt that pull of energy. That feeling of floating on thin air hit you again, as you were warped away. 

“There you are!” Angel dust threw his arms in the air in exasperation a few feet away from you, as the particles of gold that floated above you disintegrated. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the lights in the lobby. 

“Where were you this morning? I had to watch the final episode all by myself!”

Shit. That’s right. You placed a hand on your forehead, berating yourself silently for forgetting. Although you weren’t too regretful about missing out on it for Lucifer.

“I’m so sorry, Angel. I just got.. busy, I guess.”

He shrugged, brushing off his slight irritation. 

“It’s alright, ain’t nobody hurt from it.”

He was going to turn away, towards the bar where Husk was readying drinks for the two of them, before his gaze narrowed in somewhere on your figure.

“Wait, what the fuck is on your neck?” He asked suddenly, his eyes giving you a questioning stare, as he motioned towards it.

You looked at him confused, before reaching up and running a few fingers down the side of your throat. Your eyes flew wide open in surprise, and your hand cupped your mouth as you felt it. Your cheeks set on fire instantly.

Apparently, as a final gift, Lucifer had left a rather large hickey in the crook of your neck. Both Husk and Angel leaned in to get a better look at it, their eyes widening in surprise. 

“That dickhead finally did it, huh?” Husk spoke up, a knowing smirk on his lips as he cleaned glasses behind the bar.

Angel’s eyes lit up in delight, and he squeezed his own cheeks as realization dawned on him.

“Fucking finally! Does that mean you two are a thing now?”

You contemplated for a moment, before meeting Angel’s gaze once more. A smirk growing on your lips. 

KeeKee appeared at your feet, rubbing at your ankles in greeting. You gingerly reached down and picked her up. She was so soft to the touch, and you caught the faint scent of Lucifer once more as she nestled into your chest.

“I guess so,” You finally replied once you situated the cat into your arms, “Now if you excuse me, gentleman, I need a breather.” 

Angel whistled flirtatiously behind you as you walked away, and you couldn’t help the growing heat that hit your cheeks once more.

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a/n: let me know your thoughts!! i almost didn’t added the little singing bit but i cracked my knuckles and summoned the lyricist in me to have some fun. I mean, it can’t be Hazbin Hotel without a song right?

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[hygienic-soap-dispenser]

The swirling bile cauldron of your brain is cooking up a poison stew

[austinbutlerslovers]

Mr. Butlers Baby Sitter 3

Label Mature 18+

🔗 Part 1 • Part 2

Summary You are deeply entangled in Austin’s world almost to the point of full immersion. After physically training you reward and punishment commands you willingly follow his desires.

He love bombs you and takes you shopping to buy a dress of his choosing for your first official date with him.

You only find out later when he brings you back to his estate that the expensive clothing and lavish dinner are not included in your babysitters fee. He says you must repay him in another way and he already knows exactly how he wants you to make it up to him.

🚨 Depraved Smut 🚨

dubcon•yandere •groping• manipulation into sex• sex in public•rough sex•oral sex with force •cum eating •degradation•squirting• fingering•forced oral sex• forced fingering •dirty talk•name calling •orgasm denial•movement restriction•coercion into sex•nude photos w/o consent •forced penetration • size kink •P in V•mental fragmentation of a female •captive syndrome •black mail•kiss it better • love bombing

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Mr. Butlers Baby Sitter 3

Austin takes your hand and guides you from his office back upstairs. He brings you through his master bedroom into his enormous master bathroom.

“I want you to relax for me in here” he says leading you to the shower in the center. He presses the settings inside of the expensive apparatus and steps out. “It’s all set, press the end button to turn it off. I’ll go get your clothing and leave you here to shower” he says and quickly departs closing the door behind him. Once you are sure he is gone you slowly strip naked from wearing his shirt and get inside the shower.

Your body instantly relaxes as you let the warm water cascade over your face and through your hair. You can see the infinite ocean through the floor to ceiling glass windows ahead adding to the ambiance. You’ve never been in a shower this big or luxurious.

All of his soaps and shampoo are preloaded in a three compartment device. When you place your hand beneath it dispenses the correct amount of shampoo and you rub it through your hair.

The shampoo has one of those scents that completely changes your mindset. You can’t stop enjoying the smell as you smile and rinse it from your hair.

You place your hands beneath the body rinse next and the soap smells just like Austin once it dispenses; bergamot, orange, vanilla. You stifle a laugh that you will smell the same.

You lather the soap all over your body and it makes your skin feel almost creamy in texture. You rinse off and press the end button to turn off the shower. Grabbing the nearest towel you dry your body and wrap it around.

You can’t find a blow dryer so you pull off your towel and use it a second time to dry your hair.

Naked standing at the sink drying your hair you look over to see the bathroom door is now ajar. You wonder how long it’s been open as you wrap the towel around your body and push the door fully open back to the master bedroom. Neatly folded on the bed is your yoga out fit “thank god!” you say on a breath.

You can finally dress again, Austin has been withholding your clothing all morning. You quickly step into your panties, shorts and sports bra finishing by zipping up your long sleeve jacket to complete the black yoga set.

The house is quiet as you wander from the bedroom to the hall and head down stairs. You reach the landing unsure of which way to go until you remember your phone and purse are in the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen you see your phone in the same charging cubby space as before next to your purse. You pull your purse onto your shoulder and check the phone screen seeing two missed calls from home.

You almost call back until Austin hugs you from behind surprising you.

“Did you miss me?” He says softly in your ear.

You turn to look at him and he’s changed his clothing for the date. His hair is combed back in lose waves and his blue eyes study yours awaiting a response.

He looks very attractive wearing a leather jacket with his all black ensemble, and it makes you momentarily lose your thought. Your eyes are immediately drawn down to his black jeans which are so tight you can see the outline of his enormous caged cock.

You look back into his mesmerizing blue eyes and they light up as he stares at you finally making you regain your thoughts to answer.

“I…I was wondering were you went.” You respond slowly.

A small smile of contempt forms on his lips It’s not the answer he wants from you; he wants you to miss him, to crave him, to be worried when he’s gone, but he plays it off.

“C’mon let’s get out of here.” he says taking your hand and pulling you along with him. You place your phone back in your purse as you walk.

You look over him as he guides you down a corridor of his estate. You can’t help but observe how masculine he is leading you, his walk exudes carefree confidence. The cologne he wears emanates from his skin as you follow and leaves a devine scent in his wake as he walks you to the end of the corridor and pushes the door open.

When he clicks the lights on there is a collection of several cars and motorcycles in a large warehouse space, this is his garage.

“OH my GOSH!” You exclaim at his selection, it’s like a personal car dealership.

He smiles watching you quickly walk down the steps to the ground floor and inspect each vehicle and motorcycle. You know each price tag is higher than he last.

“Which one do you want to take?” He asks over his shoulder as he reaches the keybox.

You are a little stunned but you eye a car you’ve always wanted to own.

“The range!” you say grinning as you head over to the black SUV.

He clicks the alarm and it unlocks. You pull the door and sit in the passengers side. The smell of fresh leather overwhelms you in the newest series of the SUV. As Austin approaches the dash begins lighting up and is fully automated as he enters.

He turns the SUV on with the engine button and presses the panel on his visor opening the garage door directly ahead.

“You ready to go?” He asks placing his hand on your thigh as he smiles.

“Yes of course I love this car ” you say excitedly. He meant with him but sees how much you enjoy his objects of wealth. He removes his hand from your thigh back to the steering wheel and pulls from his estate down the hill to the bottom of the driveway.

He presses his car display while he’s stopped and types in an artist to begin playing music. It is one of your favorite songs. You look over at his side profile as he drives and don’t know if you should be impressed or terrified with how much he knows about you.

“You like this song don’t you?” He asks feeling your gaze as he knowingly smiles.

You can’t help but feel a little flattered.

“Yes Austin I love this song.” You confirm

You look out the window as he drives you along the cliffside road and watch the evening sun set as he drives you into town.

Spoiled

After several minutes of music and driving you arrive to the Malibu County shopping center. He parks the car and you go to pull your door open but he stops your hand by holding your wrist.

“I have to get it” he says and you release your hand from the door. “I just have to get the door for you every time okay.” He says again

“Okay Austin” you confirm.

He comes to your side and helps you exit taking your hand. You look up to him feeling unsure, you are so confused by him at every turn. He is being a perfect gentleman now with his actions but you know there is the other side.

He sees your confusion and grins drawing closer

“You have been a very good girl for me today” he says narrowing his eyes.“But whenever I want you to be, I’m going to make you my little slut again” he says causing a chill run through your body.

He studies your reaction the way you involuntarily bite your lip and knit your brows thinking you’ve done something wrong. It pleases him greatly seeing his trigger commands work so well on you. He grins and slips his hand around yours holding it firmly as he guides you from the car.

You dreamily follow Austin as he leads you through the shopping center lot. He is much taller than you are and his stride is longer. As he pulls you along he realizes the distance and slows his pace to match yours allowing you to hold hands walking together.

Once you reach the rows of shops no one takes much notice that he’s a celebrity and he walks through like everyone else. You round a corner heading away from the main promenade to a row of independent boutiques.

You suddenly hear a strange clicking sound drawing your attention. Twenty feet ahead and off to the right is a man with a high powered camera taking photos of you two.

Its a jarring sight and you instinctively squeeze Austin’s hand making him look over. As soon as Austin makes eye contact with the photographer it engages the man to come closer and speak up.

“Hey Austin who’s the girl is this a friend or a date or what ?” he asks clicking away.

Austin raises his hand in a dismissive gesture and continues walking with you. The tabloid vulture, continues to lurk you. This is a known celebrity hot spot and he’s looking to make money on a salacious photo.

“Is this your new girlfriend? Cmon Austin gimme some context for these photos man” he asks crudely as Austin continues to ignore him.

The photographer sees your proximity is more than friends and decides to provoke him to get a response “Austin you hitting this or what man?“ he asks studying your body and taking photos of you at a lower angel.

“Enough” Austin says sternly and places you in front of him blocking the continuation of the unwanted shots.

Glancing down at his digital view finder the photographer checks his capture nodding in approval. You are wearing the tightest tiniest yoga shorts getting him the photos he desired.

“Yea Austin she’s fucking hot man.” He admits aloud “real quick rebound from your ex and I can see why“ he says stinging Austin about his recent divorce as he looks through his captures.

Austins jaw clenches and he inhales sharply to contain his deep seated rage. He continues walking with you instead of what he really wants to do and fuck up the photographer for the day.

You reach the two story shop and Austin holds the door open for you. Never having heard of this brand you walk in to find a grandiose themed contemporary luxury boutique.

A beautiful employee greets you and once she sees Austin she bashfully smiles recognizing him and loses her decorum .

“W-welcome….oh my gosh.” She says quickly departing to tell her manager.

The manager approaches and welcomes Austin correctly.

“Welcome, my apologies she’s my new sales associate. I will be personally helping you with your selection today.” She says with a knowing smile to Austin, he was a frequent patron last year.

This was his then wife now ex-wife’s favorite boutique. Austin plans to spare no expense on you here.

“Is there anything in particular I can help you with?” She asks Austin as she eyes you for your size.

“I would like to shop undisturbed privately for her this evening .” Austin requests.

“Understood” she says and quickly goes to the front of the boutique flipping the sign to ‘closed’ and locking the doors.

She has several celebrity clients who shop this way, but this is the first time Austin has asked her for such a request. Then she eyes the paparazzi in front of the store and understands why.

Austin follows you around the displays until you pick up a form fitting beige dress. The price tag is an eye watering amount, you quickly try to put it back but Austin stops you retrieving the dress and holding it up next to you.

“I like this one but I’ll need to see it on you .” He says.

The manager readily collects the dress from Austin as you continue shopping together. He sees a black silk dress on a mannequin and walks around it discovering the back of the dress is held together by two simple interlacing strings.

He points to it and the manager immediately begins stripping the mannequin.

“This was just imported in and I’m obsessed with it. This is going to look stunning on her body.” She shares with him as she smiles fondly looking at the dress.

Austin loses sight of you during the exchange with the manager but quickly finds you in the back of the store. In one hand you are holding a high waist leather miniskirt with a silver floral pattern on the hem.

In your other hand you hold its matching ribbed crop top with a silver floral embroidered chest patch. You hold them to your body looking at your reflection.

Austin smiles as he watches you study yourself in the show mirror of the section.

“It’s going to look great on you.” He says reaching near you and pulling a silver floral hemmed cropped leather jacket. “You’ll wear it with this.” He says holding it up.

Your heart flutters because you wanted the matching black leather jacket to the set but the price was so high it scared you. He smiles seeing the excitement in your eyes.

“I want to see it on you too” he requests and you readily nod in agreement.

Once the manger collects all of your items she leads you both upstairs to the dressing rooms. There is a large gray half circle couch facing three rooms. All of the accessories, purses, and shoes line the walls of the expansive upper level.

Austin sits on the half circle couch in the center and begins making a phone call to pull favors to get a reservation to take you to the notorious sushi restaurant Nobu.

The manager hangs your clothing in the designer dressing room.

“If you need any sizes or different styles please press this button.” She draws your attention to an illuminated button near the door and you nod, she smiles and takes her leave.

You enter the dressing room and try on the crop top, skirt, and leather jacket first.

You come out to show Austin as he requested. Even though he is on the phone his eyes are fully concentrated on your body which makes you smile. You turn completely showing the leather jacket holding the lapels.

He nods yes and mutes his call. “I want to see you try on all of them.” He says before unmuting it again.

You turn back in the dressing room and pull on the tan form fitting mini dress. The low cut neckline makes your chest look voluptuous and you blush.

You open the door again and his eyes immediately fall to your chest then he slowly looks you up and down. He nods and puts his hand out with one finger making a circular gesture signaling you to turn around.

You give him a slow spin and look back into his eyes as he gives you the ‘okay’ signal with a smirk of approval. You smile feeling giddy that he’s going to buy all of this for you and hurry to try on the final dress.

It slips up your body like a glove and you pull the two strings in your hands. When you make them tight they work with the dress instantly snatching your waist smaller and amplifying your tits. The level it elevates your look to is stunning.

You tussle your hair over to one side for more volume and look over how beautiful your body is wearing it. You turn to your side to see the deep plunging V down the back.

You slowly exit the dressing room.

As soon as Austin sees you he stops his call. “No no thank you I appreciate it I owe you one ….I ..I gotta go” he says quickly and hangs up.

He looks enamored as he gazes at you in the dress he picked.

You slide your hands down the silk front as his eyes follow your every movement. Seeing he likes this one the most you slowly turn showing the back to him and peek over your shoulder.

His eyes wander full of lust over your exposed skin as you give him a seductive little dance. You peek at him through your lashes and smile as you sway your hips making the silk dress flow.

He stands from the couch and slowly approaches until he’s standing behind you in the reflection of the mirror ahead. He trails his finger tips down the soft skin of your back as his eyes wander your body.

“You look perfect” he says softly as his eyes lock with yours in the reflection. Your arousal is already forming as he places his large hands on your hips pulling you back on him pressing you against his cock.

He slowly trails his hands up your waist and over the smooth silk of your full breasts "A-Aus!..”you say in protest trying to stop his provocative touch because you are in public.

He smiles as you bring your hands over his in a feeble attempt to pull them off. Instead he squeezes your full breasts in his hands and massages them as you both watch the sexual display in the mirror.

He lowers his face next to yours as you stare at each other in the reflection.

“Do you like when I touch you in public baby?” he whispers against your ear and pinches the buds of your nipples making a light moan escape your lips.

“You want everyone to know you’re the only one for me when I touch you like this?”He asks cupping your breasts and squeezing them again harder.

Once you give in to his touch he presses his lips against your ear “You want every one to know you’re my little slut don’t you?” He whispers seductively as he grins.

You try to fight his words but they increases your sexual arousal for him. Your brows knit as your face flushes and he catches it immediately in your pleading eyes.

“Aus....we can’t do this here" you plead and he pulls his finger tips across your breasts leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

“Your body is mine to use whenever I desire” he confirms pulling the front of your dress down exposing your cleavage. He slips his fingers under the neckline and you gasp as his finger tips graze the bare skin of your nipple.

"P-please Aus....not out here" you desperately beg and he warmly smiles. He only exploits you in the open to lure you deeper into his plan.

“Okay not out here “he agrees and trails one hand down your waist pulling open the dressing room door with the other and guiding you inside locking you both in.

He tricked you into the privacy of the dressing room so quickly that even though you know what he plans you are unable to resist him. He is so tall and handsome as he stands behind you in the reflection. He wraps his arms around you and you melt into his embrace. His beauty is both a blessing and a curse when he uses it to be so manipulative.

He wastes no time lowering his lips onto your neck, kissing and sucking a weak spot you didn’t even know existed until you lightly moan craving his touch.

“Do you want people to hear how much I please you?” He asks as his hand moves to your clit feeling it throb under his touch.

“I-I’ll be quiet” you promise and he begins to rub his fingers into the silk against your aching pussy. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder so turned on your lashes flutter from how good his touch makes you feel.

He wraps one hand around your exposed throat as he continues to rub your pussy “I’m going to fuck you in this dress.” he rasps against your ear.

“Aus…Aus you can’t …we’ll get caught.” You say just above a whisper. He kisses slowly along your neck until he reaches your ear.

“They wont check on me again until I swipe my credit card” he says confidently. “Now be a good girl and bend over for me.” He commands.

You obey him and lean forward as he trails his fingertips down the soft exposed skin of your back settling his hands around your waist.

You grab your shins for stability but he leans over you taking your wrists one at a time and placing your hands on the mirror.

“Keep them there” he asserts and you nod looking down to the ground between your legs.

You watch his hands collect your dress near your ankles pulling it up your legs and along your thighs. You feel the silk fabric glide over your ass and onto your lower back where he bunches it to stay.

His hand finds your clothed pussy and he presses his fingertips into your panties.

“Your soaking wet” He whispers rubbing his fingers against the drenched fabric.

“What excites you more …is it me?” He asks squeezing your pussy lips together. “Or the money.” He asks separating your pussy lips grooving his fingers between them.

A shiver run downs down your spine as you moan and clench involuntarily from his masterful touch.

“Answer me!” he says sharply and slaps your sensitive pussy between your legs. You stifle a whimper as you recover from the sting of the harsh slap.

”Y-you Austin.” You finally pant out and he rubs your pussy better.

“Good girl.” he compliments and lets you enjoy the way his hand expertly massages between your legs.

He removes his hands from pleasuring you and unzips his jeans releasing his large hardened cock from its confinement. He presses his tip to your clothed pussy making a moan wrack your body.

He guides his tip up and down the drenched fabric over your pussy watching how you fall apart in the reflection turning him on even more.

“You are so responsive to me, every touch every word, that’s why you are the only one I want for my pleasure” he confesses.

You try hard to fight it but you can't help but feel special. Out of everyone he wanted you, he sought you out, and he chose you to be his.

He pulls his hips back and looks you over in the perfect position that he wanted. Your body bent over, hands pressed to the mirror legs spaced apart, dress pulled up. He trails hand down your spine.

“I cant get enough of you” he confesses and you stare down to the floor unable to meet his gaze any longer. You are overcome with so much arousal you are throbbing to your core.

“Such an obedient good girl deserves a reward right?” he questions and you nod as you close your eyes trying to hold yourself together knowing what’s next.

”Do you want me to make the ache go away?” He asks making your arousal explode for him.

“Y-yes Austin pp-please I would like that very much.” You beg.

He collects your hair into a ponytail using his fist and gently pulls your head back making you stare at each other in the reflection. “I want you to watch what I do to you.” He reveals and you nod.

He releases your hair and grabs the bands of your panties slipping them down as you step out of them.

He slowly spreads your pussy lips open and pushes his two long fingers deep inside of you until a moan falls from your lips. Your warm arousal drips down your thighs as he slides his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“Aus ..Aus I-I think I'm going to cum!" you whisper feeling your core already tight.

“Don’t cum yet” He says curling his fingers inside of you hitting the sweet spongy spot within that makes you lose your mind. You cover your mouth with one hand to muffle the loud moans from escaping.

“Don’t do that..I want to hear what I do to you" he says pressing your hand back to the mirror. He keeps fingering your pussy until you are quivering and shaking trying to stay sane.

He increases his speed working his arm vigorously as he smacks his knuckles against your pussy as it makes squishing sounds. He fingers you so deeply you are to ready cum.

You moan out loudly suddenly not caring if anyone hears anymore, you just want him and whatever he desires of you.

You close your eyes as the coil in your stomach becomes its tightest ready to release and Austin rapidly slides his fingers out leaving you completely empty.

“Austin please please I need more I’m so close!” You cry out desperately jiggling seeking any type of friction.

He holds the base of his hardened cock and presses the tip to your wet entrance.

"W-Wait-!! Aus!" before you can protest him not wearing a condom you feel the huge head of Austins cock push through the lips of your pussy. With a bouncing push he gets in just past the inner lips spreading your cunt.

"Fuck babe your little pussy is tight" He says thrusting inch by inch to go deeper. You wail as he pushes farther inward and your walls throb around him. He thrusts lightly until his cock takes less resistance and he is able to burrow all the way against your cervix.

You gasp and press your hands harder to the mirror as he begins pushing his hips forward to get his cock deeper into your tight walls as he thrusts.

You hear the slapping sounds of his skin against yours as he exerts more force with every hard drive of his cock. By the time your eyes meet in the mirror he is thrusting so hard he is jolting you forward.

“Aus....too fast!” You plead so he will slow but he increases his speed clapping his hips against your ass making you cry out.

“Who….-are you hm? …Where is that…-good 'Babysitter' I was recommended?” He asks thrusting at a dangerous rate.

“A-aus!..-i-it’stoo much!” You plead getting wrecked by his heavy plows. But he doesn’t slow down he wants to humiliate you into an orgasm this time.

“Such …a good …baby sitter …getting…fucked.. by her boss..in a public dressing room.” He says on each thrust. “Getting fucked like a good needy slut.” He reveals plowing harder.

“Austin please!” you whine as his thrust wrack your body and his words shatter your self image. You begin to lose your mind on the complications of what he’s doing and the spasming walls of your pussy add even more tortuous pleasure.

Your walls begin to flutter causing resistance against his hard pushing cock and you feel the sudden burst of euphoria in your core as you orgasm.

“Austin I’m cumming!” You cry out.

“Good girl he pants “ feeling your wetness increase on him. You are so tight that on each thrust the liquid finally begins leaking out of you and trails down your legs.

“Oh shit baby…- I fucked you…so good you … your cumming all over the..-fucking-.. floor" he says between thrusts. “I’m gonna cum now.. Fuck!" He yells overcome with arousal.

His pace turns erratic as he snaps his hips forward driving his cock in your pussy. His blue eyes focus intensely on yours as you watch him fuck you in the mirror and in that moment as he possesses your body you realize Austin controls you entirely.

"Get on your fucking knees babe" he demands and abruptly stops his thrusts. He slowly pulls his cock all the way out of you careful not cum.

As you kneel in front of him he grabs a fist full of your hair rushing you to his cock.

"Open your mouth for me" he demands and you do as he requests opening wide and sticking your tongue out. “That’s it baby.” he says and hastily pushes his cock in as much as you can take.

You whimper as he stuffs your mouth full and slides his cock in and out until it twitches on your tongue. He grabs your head to prevent you from escaping and pulls you farther down his cock but you quickly hold the base with your hands to take him all the way without gagging.

You look up at him through your wet eyelashes pleading for him to cum in your mouth as you suck him and with just that look alone his hips falter.

“Oh fuck… fuck” he says staring at you at in disbelief.

With his cock lodged in the back of your throat he begins pumping your mouth full of semen. You suck the cum right out of him and he stares at you in awe while he groans in pleasure with his hand on your head. Your hands fly to his thighs squeezing them hard pleading for him to let you go.

He releases you from his grip and pulls his cock out of your mouth watching you stare up at him as you swallow all of his cum down.

He immediately kneels down to your level breathless as he looks into your eyes.

“Fuck baby-…you are such a good girl for me" he says in disbelief and takes ahold of your jaw pulling you into a kiss. “I want to want to keep you forever.” he confesses grinning in the moment feeling the rush of endorphins as he stares into your eyes. You look back at him feeling a sense of accomplishment that he is pleased and you smile.

“C’mere” he says helping you to stand and takes ahold of you in a second passionate kiss of his lips. He intertwines his tongue with yours and holds you close like he never wants to let you go. Once he pulls his lips from yours he gazes into your eyes again as a smile forms on his face feeling completely satisfied.

“Alright let’s get out of here.” He says stepping back and quickly putting his cock away in his jeans.

He reaches behind you and collects your new clothing then presses the call button for the manager before he steps out of the dressing room leaving you inside.

You quickly find your yoga jacket and wipe your legs clean before kneeling to the floor and quickly cleaning your cum. You fold your yoga outfit up with your soaked panties inside.

You let out a breath in the dressing room after cleaning everything up. Austin is very satisfied with you and that makes you smile. You are now willing to do anything to please him and hear those magical words “good girl” that you crave on a subconscious level.

You hear Austin and the manager speaking just out side of the dressing room door.

“Shes going to wear the black one out and she’ll need heels” He says and knocks on the door. You turn and check your face and dress in the reflection. Other than a sore jaw,slightly swollen pussy, and missing panties you look and feel fine.

You exit the dressing room and the manager looks you over. “Oh she looks magnificent” she says to Austin and your face flushes bright red. She has no idea what Austin just did to you in her dressing room.

She continues to compliment as you keep avoiding her eye contact “Are you a model honey?” She asks highly invested.

“No I’m his Babysi- - -“ Austin cuts your short

“She’s my girlfriend” he interjects.

“Oh” the manager says as both of you look at him with surprise. Her seeing how quickly he rebounded from his wife with a younger woman and you because he called you his girlfriend, he titled you.

“Well that’s wonderful she says with a smile.”her mind now spinning to get more information from his ex wife on the matter the next time she comes into the boutique.

Your reservation for Nobu are within the hour so Austin takes your hand and walks you along the selection of heels. He picks out a pair of strappy black ones “She’ll wear it with these.” He says requesting your size already knowing. “Oh they are perfect to match the straps on the dress” she compliments and Austin hands her his credit card.

Paparazzi

When you exit the store carrying your shopping bags there is a small mob. It is dusk and you are lit up by paparazzi flashes. You shield your eyes but Austin is accustomed to it. A group of girls run and approach Austin holding their phones poised to take a selfies keeping pace with him.

“Austin please!!! Please may I take a selfie with you! One girl your age finally begs and he smiles kindly posing next to her face.

“Oh my GOD!” she screams. Her friends do the same keeping pace and waiting for him to quickly pose smiling and then continue walking.

“Thank you Austin!” They gush.

“You’re welcome” he says grinning making them go insane with hysteria.

You look at their frantic eyes as they study their screens of the photos having only a second with him. A second group of fans approach but they only film him from a distance. Austin so tall and imposing in person that they are too nervous or too polite to ask for photos

“That’s Austin Butler” they murmur as he walks by.

Austin quickens his pace as you reach the parking lot. You keep stride in your new heels and you are grateful you are in good shape. Reaching the car he opens your door and assists you inside with his hand, once your are seated he closes the door. His SUV is already surrounded by a gathering crowd as he walks to the drivers side. The sound of camera clicks are loud as their flashes begin to light up the SUV.

From the passengers seat looking through the windshield the noises are muffled and you can see the total wave of chaos Austin created. Dozens of fans and paparazzi surround the car some even watching at a distance from the shopping center.

You look over to the drivers side and see Austin interacting with fans taking a few quick selfies and signing his autograph now that you are saftley inside the car. He opens the door and the sounds amplify of people yelling his name as well as the loud camera clicks.

Austin closes the door muffling the sounds again and immediately presses the engine start button. He carefully edges out of his parking space into the parking lot avoiding people standing in the way who slowly inch back still wanting to engage with him. Security guards for the plaza finally arrive and usher people back allowing you and Austin to drive safely away.

Once the shopping center disappears from view you speak up “Austin Is that normal?” You ask breaking the silence.

He grins as he answers “Yea” calmly driving.

“Do you like it?” You ask witnessing how comfortable he is in chaos first hand.

“I love it.” He says grinning as he gets on the high way. “Only thing I dislike are the paparazzi.” He admits.

You drive a short distance and exit the highway. You suddenly remember Austin’s taking you to dinner and grab your purse to put on your makeup. You pull down the visor mirror and begin applying mascara and eyeshadow. You quickly rouge your cheeks and dab on lip stick.

You can feel Austin taking quick glances at you while he drives and when he pulls to a red light he stops the SUV and takes ahold your jaw turning you to face him.

He intensely studies your face. “I don’t like lip stick on you, and I don’t ever what you to wear it again take it off.” He says with authority.

“Okay Austin.” You say timidly pulling a tissue and wiping your lips clean. His stare still lingers and you become worried. “What is it Austin why are you looking at me like that?” You question and his face relaxes into a smile.

You are so obedient that he’s in love with you, but he doesn’t say it. “Because I adore you.” He says instead making you sit back in your seat from the impact of his words.

Only yesterday you were his babysitter and this is your first date, now he’s saying he adores you. Austin is moving way too fast but you take his hand and squeeze it gently to show you care, and make sure he doesn’t become angry feeling rebuffed. He smiles and lifts your hand to his lips placing a kiss on it as the light turns green.

You arrive to the seaside restaurant of Nobu. Austin helps you from the SUV and holds your hand to head inside the restaurant. The entire building is paneled in large wood planks. As you enter the restaurant it is open to the out doors facing the ocean.

A stunning hostess greets you prepared for his arrival and brings you through the restaurant to your reserved VIP seats on the outdoor balcony of the beach. It is night and the ocean is dark and ominous as the waves crash at the shoreline.

Austin pulls your chair and pushes you in to go take his seat. There are low lighting black lamps on every table setting a luxurious ambiance.

“Austin..this is… like really really nice.” You admit looking around at the stylish decor. Everything is a honey wood color from the seating to the tables to the walls and to your left is the endless ocean. He smiles watching you take it all in.

“Do you want to start with a cocktail? Austin asks looking over the digital menu. You regain your focus and slightly panic.

“They’re gonna card me Austin I can’t .” You reveal and he just smiles at you.

“May I order for you?” He asks after making his selection.

“Yes” you confirm and when he doesn’t hand you the menu to choose you smile realizing he already knows what you will like.

Your waiter makes his introduction and Austin orders the meal.

As you wait Austin stares across at you. “Did you have fun today? He asks with a gentle smile. “Yes I did.” You admit, but the alarm bells in your mind are slowly going off that Austin may officially be forcing you into a relationship.

Your face changes as you worry about being in way over your head having a relationship with him. “What’s wrong?” He asks seeing your shift in your mood. He leans in with inherit interest as you speak.

“Did you mean…what you said in the boutique..about me…” Your voice trails off feeling uncertain. “That your my girlfriend?“ he asks with a grin already knowing what’s on your mind. “Yes that part.” You confirm feeling a slight chill from the wind in the night air.

He takes his leather jacket off and stands walking around to you and placing it on your shoulders. The warmth from his body lingers in the jacket and it comforts you. “Thank you Austin.” You say looking up to him. “You’re quite welcome“ he says kneeling down to be at eye level with you. He places his elbow on the table and rests his fist to his chin gazing into your eyes.

He trails his other hand down your shoulder as you huddle warmly in his jacket “What was I gonna tell her, that your my baby sitter?” He asks in a low voice studying your face. “I can’t tell anyone I’m fucking my babysitter.” He says casually. His words confuses you and now you are unsure if you are his girlfriend or still his babysitter.

The waiter arrives presenting a large glass bottle etched with Japanese lettering and Austin returns to his seat.

The waiter names the brand and where it was imported from and how it was distilled, then pours your glasses and sets the bottle on the table before he departs. “What is it Austin?” You ask with a contemplative look studying the foreign bottle. “Its sake different alcohols have different effects on you and I want to see what this one does.” He says smiling remembering whiskey makes you want your mouth on his cock.

He lifts his sake glass and gestures you do the same. Realizing he wants to cheers you lift your glass as well. The concept is still foreign with this being only your second time having alcohol. “To a great relationship” he says making your heart flutter as you touch glasses. You still aren’t sure if this makes him your boyfriend and you both take a drink as he grins at your confusion. The sake is sweet and you can’t even taste the alchohol until it warms your tongue.

Your appetizers arrive and the waiter informs you it is their crispy tuna as he sets down the six pieces of tuna puree topped with a slice of jalapeño and avocado on a toasted rice cake.

You each pick one up and you cheers the bite to Austin making him smile at the cute gesture before you both eat them.

It is heavenly, the rice cake is very crunchy in contrast to the fluffy softness of the tuna. “I want more” you say immediately after you both clear the tray. He grins at your eagerness “Patience baby I ordered a lot for us.” He confirms refilling your sake glass.

Next comes the thinly sliced yellow tail layered on a plate. The waiter sets it down with a small serving of wasabi and shredded ginger.

You each pick up your chopsticks and clear the plates one delicate layered slice at a time. Your mind explodes on the flavor, the fish is soft and delicate and the ponzu sauce is sharp and tangy.

Austin refills your sake glass seeing it is empty again.

Next is a tray of thickly sliced albacore, it is covered in delicate crispy onions, with a light lemon drizzle and ponzu. You each take pieces and chew through the crunchy tanginess of the fish mixed with lemon and crispy onion. You signal Austin to quickly refill your sake due to the sournesses and he grins pouring you another glass after you’d just finished the previous.

The main course arrives, a plated caramelized cod for each of you. It is lightly charred and the exterior is flaky and succulent with the sweetness of brown sugar enhancing the soft flavor of the fish. Feeling dizzy and and giddy you want to lick the sauce that dots the plate but you know better, the entire meal was highly addictive.

Austin refills your sake glass one more time emptying the bottle as you wait for the check. By now all the colors and sounds have enhanced in the room and you stare off into the ocean dreamily as Austin pays.

Austin helps you up and holds you around your waist guiding you to the car. You almost stumble on the curb leaving the restaurant but Austin corrects your step holding you tightly. “Come on baby a few more steps.” He instructs. “I had a really good time.” You murmur smiling at him feeling the drinks kick in with the dinner that was probably a skyrocketing amount. “I had a good time to.” He says smiling over at you.

Austins sits you in the car and buckles your seat belt across your lap making you laugh. “Austin I’m not a baby!” You scoff grinning “Youre my baby” he says looking at you flirtatiously as he clicks the belt in place. Your face blushes as your head lolls back overwhelmed by him as you let out a sigh, you are clearly drunk.

As Austin drives you to his estate he sees your eyes keeps closing so turns the music up and rolls down the windows. The wind and the music keep you awake. He knows you want to rest but he has other plans for the evening.

You look over at him studying his handsome face as he drives. He’s so intense and mean at times but when he’s soft and caring it makes you slowly give in to his ways and fall for him a tiny bit. A grin forms on your face thinking of him as your boyfriend and he peeks over at you placing his hand on your thigh. ”Almost home baby.” He says affectionately.

You stare at his muscular arms when he returns his hands to the wheel and turns up the hill which you recognize as the driveway to his estate.

Obsession

You pull into the garage and Austin clicks off the SUV making every thing go silent. He looks over at you and your eyes are filled with passion for him making him smile. He knows you are drunk again which means you will do even more degrading things that he likes tonight.

“Did you enjoy everything that we did today.” He asks checking in. “Yes I loved it” you say being reminded of your bags of clothing sitting in the backseat. “Good “ says leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. He pulls away and opens his door to exit the SUV.

You reach for your door too and he gives you a look making you slip your hands back your lap. “I almost forgot” you confess. He smiles at your obedience and comes around to get your door.

He walks you in to the estate and the lights automatically turn on illuminating the way to the kitchen. Austin stops in the hall “ I need a sec, there’s another bathroom near the landing” he says and you walk to the landing at the stairs and find it. You are still a bit drunk and stumble in to the bathroom as the lights automatically turn on. You drank so much sake you wait a while until your bladder is cleared before you clean yourself up.

You stand and wash your hands checking your reflection in the mirror. You are taken aback because you look absolutely stunning still in the expensive dress and wearing makeup.

You open the bathroom door and Austin is waiting for you resting his hip and elbow on the banister of the landing. “Come” He says extending his hand. You take it and he leads you to the wing of the estate with his office. This time you head to a lower level taking a set of stairs at the end of the hall.

At the base of the stairs there are two large black doors which he pushes upon leading you inside.

It is his man cave all of his most personal and intimate objects are within. In the center is a black wrap around leather couch with a matching ottoman. Guitars in lit display cases line the walls illuminating the room with a grand piano is just off to the left.

The ceilings are high vaulted and the walls without guitars are covered in dozens off organized framed photos. You step closer to a wall near the piano and see they are behind the scenes photos from his movies.

You look closer at a picture of him looking dapper in a military uniform with other soldiers on a set. The placard below reads ‘Masters of the Air 2024.’ You smile eyeing another photo next to it seeing how handsome he looks as a valiant officer standing in front of a historic plane.

You turn to see Austin resting back on his leather couch with his feet on the ottoman, he unzips his boots and takes them off as you come to sit with him. He pulls your legs across his lap and begins untying the lace strap of your heels slipping them off .“Thank you Austin“ you say bashfully feeling enamored by the romantic gesture. “You’re very welcome.”He says running his hand along your dress at your thigh before he looks into your eyes.

“Tonight your shopping spree and dinner won’t be covered under your babysitters fee.” He relays taking your breath away. “Oh…” you say feeling crestfallen wondering how much you actually spent.

He smiles trailing his fingertips along the silk of your expensive dress. “You’ll have to make it up to me.” He says staring at you seductively.

You already feel the uneasiness begin to set in. “What do you want me to do Austin?” You ask wondering how degrading it will be.

His eyes wander over your body lustfully. “It’s something you’ve already done for me.” he answers coyly. You look down at his hand caressing you wearing the expensive silk dress and come up with your answer “Alright Austin “You say reluctantly. You only readily agree because it’s something you’ve already done.

“Go wait for me near the piano” he instructs and helps you to move your legs from his lap and stand up.

As you reach the piano Austin has made his way across the room to a black door. Red light emits from the room within as he opens it and presses through a plastic curtain to he enter. It is his dark room Austin is also a photographer able to develop his own film.

You wonder if there is anything Austin can’t do as you look around the room realizing he plays piano and guitar. Then look at the walls covered in photos of all his other accomplishments and you assume no, he can do anything he puts his mind to.

Austin emerges from the dark room with a camera in his hands, but not just any camera it looks highly expensive.

He smiles approaching you from across the large room as he studies your form. “I couldn’t help but admire how stunning you looked in that dress all evening, so I decided you’re going to make up your spending tonight by taking some pictures for me.” He says looking pleased.

“Okay Austin “ you say smiling feeling relieved by his simple request.

Once in your vicinity he looks you over. “you look good in this lighting.” He admits and takes a few steps back already bringing his camera up to take the shot. “You look good to me in any lighting actually” he reveals making you both smile.

You hear the whir click and then see the flash. It doesn’t blind you but it makes you remember your first night with him. You know he still has the racy photo he took then to black mail you. Now that you have bonded with him you wonder if he will still release the photo to ruin you if you decide to leave him.

You are snapped out of your thoughts by Austin’s voice “I want one of you at the piano” he conveys bringing his hand to your waist and guiding you to sit on the piano bench.

He looks you over in approval before stepping back and raising his camera it clicks and flashes taking the photo. “Beautiful” he says making a small smile form on your lips.

He approaches you and places his camera on the piano to kneel down in front of you. His fingertips touch your ankles before he hooks the hem of your dress in his thumbs slowly gliding it up your calves and over your knees. He inches your dress higher and rests his hands on your thighs.

“Spread your legs apart for me“ he says looking up into your eyes. Your stomach pulls tight and you hesitate because you aren’t wearing panties anymore. You slowly open your legs to him and he forces them wider staring in awe at your bare pussy. ”Where are your panties?” He asks sounding upset.

“I-l wrapped them in my yoga outfit to put them in the shopping bag because…because they were so wet Austin.” You confess. He clicks his tongue making a tisk sound in disapproval. “You’ve been out with me all evening without any panties on?” He asks voice lowered as he stares between your legs. “Y-yes”you confirm and he stands up. “Do you know what happens to needy little sluts who don’t wear panties in public ?” He asks making your chest rise and fall. “Austin please..” you beg but you it’s to no avail.

He collects his camera and steps back “You’re already bare so touch yourself” he commands and you hesitate before you place your hands between your legs to pose. “I said touch yourself” he relays and you feel the heat creep up your neck as you obey and slip your fingers up and down your pussy as he snaps the photo.

“You like making yourself easy to access don’t you?” He says stepping closer and standing directly over you. Before you can answer he pushes you back with his free hand to make you lay flat on the bench.

“Put your fingers inside of yourself” he instructs and you bring your hand to your core. “Show me what a needy little slut you are” he instructs and your face blushes on his words as you slip your fingers inside of yourself. “Fuck” he whispers as he snaps the photo.

His breathing increases and he gently removes your hand replacing it with his own. He pushes his long fingers into your pussy making you moan. You see him smirk behind the camera enjoying the obvious power he has over you and with his fingers burrowed in your pussy he snaps the photo.

He puts his camera on the piano and kneels down to focus on fingering you, but you are tensed thinking he is upset as he pumps them into you and it causes resistance. You writhe on the piano bench beneath him and he removes his fingers placing his arm across your pelvis holding you firmly to restrict your movements.

“Relax baby I’m going to give you what you need I’m only teasing” he says and begins to rub your slick wetness into you pussy. He circles around your entrance and teases his fingers back in with little movements until they slide inside on each thrust. You pant as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out, letting you grow accustomed to them.

Once he feels you clench on his fingers he knows you are ready. He inserts his fingers deeper and probes inside of your walls until he finds the hidden ridge within. He rubs it firmly as you begen to moan loudly and he smiles. “You like that baby?” He asks knowing he found your gspot “y-yes Austin p-please more!” You beg.

He spreads his fingers wide inside of your walls and you feel your pussy being stretched apart. You cry out and grasp his wrist from the intense sensation.

You release his wrist when he brings his fingers together to roughly finger fuck you rubbing your gspot every time he plows them deep inside. He begins stroaking your clit in tandem and you moan loudly as you become so wet your pussy makes squishing sounds.

He coos at you in your moment of ecstasy "Baby let go and cum for me I want to enjoy this." He says and you begin to moan harder as your walls flutter against his fingers. “I’m going to cum Austin” you whine and he thrusts his fingers into you deeper pushing you over the edge.

You scream in pleasure as warm streams of your clear arousal cover his hand and spill onto the piano bench making a pool between your legs. "Fuck baby that’s the second time today, you came so much for me!” He says proudly. You shiver as you come down realizing he is right.

He pulls his fingers from you and stands unzipping his jeans. “Come get on your knees for me” he instructs and you shakily sit up on the piano bench before coming to kneel in front of him where he stands next to the piano.

“Take my cock out.” He commands and you obey reaching into his jeans and helping his cock spring free. “Put the on the tip of your tongue.” He instructs picking up his camera from the piano.

You open your mouth and place his cock head on your tongue. “fucking angel” he says snapping the photo. The clash of degradation and arousal swells inside of you.

He brings one hand to the back of your head and pushes your mouth down his cock until you gag unable to go farther. With his other hand holding the camera he takes the photo. When you see the flash you know this photo is so bad you almost want to cry.

Austin smiles “what’s wrong baby?” he coos seeing your saddened face. You try to pull your mouth back from his cock to speak but he holds your head firm on him and you begin to gurgle around it trying to protest his actions.

"Don't talk with your mouth full babe use your manners." He says teasingly as he stares down at you struggle, his cock gets harder in your mouth on his control and power over you in the moment. He finally decides to pull his cock out of your mouth and hear what you have to say.

You gasp for breath. “I don’t like that photo and I want you to delete it!” You say assertively trying to regain your composure.

He tilts his head to the side watching you defy him and voice your displeasure. “You should be thanking me for letting you suck my cock and taking photos.” He conveys.

Your face turns red with embarrassment beause you are so conflicted.

He places his hand on your chin making you look up at him. “Thank me properly” he says and your eyes go wide. He’s going beyond your limits of morality and you give in unsure how to react.

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock and taking a photo of it Austin.” you say with a hint of regret.

“Good girl” he says smiling

“We’re going to try again because the last time you looked like you were going to cry and I want to capture that look you give me that makes me want to cum.” He says.

He holds the base of his cock and gestures you to put your mouth on it. This time when you take him as far as you can you look up lovingly into his eyes.

“Fuck that’s it” he whispers taking the photo “I love when you stare up at me like that.” He admits

He pulls his cock from your mouth and places his camera on the piano. When he puts his cock away you are thoroughly confused. “Come I want to show you something.” He says taking your hand and recollecting his camera with the other.

He brings you to his dark room and as you push through the plastic curtain you see the entire room is illuminated in red light. He has several workstations on tables with plastic tubs. The smell of chemicals is pungent and overpowering even with the ventilation system he has installed.

He brings you to stand at a table in front of a tray of liquid. “You ever developed a photo before?” He asks. “No Austin of course not.” You say with a scoff ”I only use my iPhone” you answer.

“I’m going to show you how.” He says gently.

You follow him to a station where he clicks open the back of his camera on a light up table and removes the roll of film in its canister.

He pulls a tab on the small film canister and unrolls a long brown glossy strip inside which has the captures.

He lays the flattened roll on the light up table and looks at each capture choosing his favorites. He takes scissors and cuts the exact frames on the role he’s decided upon.

Then he brings the tiny frames of film in his palm to a second machine inserting them one at a time into a tray under a lens.

He places a piece of glossy paper under the lens and turns the knob on the machine making the first image he chooses larger until it fits the edges of the glossy paper it is projected upon.

It is a faint image and you can barely see it with your eyes. Austin then does it two more times with the other frames.

Once he has three glossed papers with faint images he brings them to the station with his his warming trays of pungent liquid. This is where the smell of chemicals is at its strongest.

He takes the first glossed piece of paper with tongs and swishes it through the pungent clear liquid until a photo begins to appear on it.

The image is of you with your legs apart in the expensive dress at the piano with your fingers in yourself. “It’s stunning” he compliments“ look at your eyes” he says gazing over to see your reaction instead he sees your apprehension. “You don’t like it?” He asks and you shake your head no. He pulls your head to him and plants a kiss on your hair.

“You don’t understand art like I do. I could easily sell these with my other photos.” he admits and you panic “Austin please don’t.” You plead but he ignores you and uses the tongs to pull the picture out and turns to hang it on the drying line with the others.

Your eyes widen when you realize he has dozens of photos of you in comprising positions hanging on the drying line. His obsession with you runs very deep and it sends a chill through your body

He slips the second piece of glossy paper in the liquid. “I could pull a few favors and do an art exhibition of these ” he says over his shoulder.

But you aren’t paying attention anymore because you are intensely looking over the dozens of photos of you he has hanging.

One is of you unconscious laying naked across his bed, another is of you inebriated with his hand placed around your throat. Your eyes widen in shock at the one of you in his shower. Your head is tilted back with water cascading over your body it is from just this morning “Austin what the fuck!” you finally snap.

He turns to you as you pull the picture of you in the shower from the line to show him. “What is honestly wrong with you Austin!?” you yell and he smiles “I’ll take photos of you whenever I want you are mine” he confirms.

“The fact that is the one your upset over amuses me” He says turning to retrieve the picture of you sucking his cock and hanging it with the others. “A-Austin this is so wrong this is wrong on so many levels” you say panicking stepping back as you look into his eyes and then at all the photos. Finally you look to the door to escape as he narrows his gaze at you. Feeling overwhelmed and finally realizing how deeply he has you trapped your mind panics signaling you to flee.

You turn hurriedly to flee but he quickly snatches your wrist and pulls you back to him grabbing your waist and lifting you up forcibly onto an empty table.

You gasp at his aggression but he shushes you as he rubs down your neck and your shoulders and positions himself between your legs. “I’m sorry I can’t let you leave like that.” He says and you feel the hard cock in his jeans press against your bare pussy. Before you can think he unzips his jeans and pulls out his erect cock out aiming it between your spread legs

“A-Austin what are going to do?” You ask panting and he leans in closer to kiss you but you hesitate pulling back. As you stare at each other in the intense moment you see an unyielding question burning in his eyes. “I know it’s all wrong but being with you has unleashed my innermost hidden desires and I can’t resist them with you.” He admits

He takes his cock in his hand and you look down at him stroking it “Tell me you want me.” He says and you feel his breath on your lips as his presses his tip to your entrance. So many thought are swirling through your head as you look into his pleading eyes. “Austin what do you want with me?” You finally ask.

“I know you hinted that you want me to be your boyfriend so, I’ll do that, I’ll do that for you.” He says relenting.

“Austin I’ll be honest you scare me at times and I’m worried if I leave you’ll share these pictures. So I really have no choice do I” You reveal.

“So make the right choice.” He implies, and that’s what worries you, he’s going to keep you as long as possible with blackmail.

He pulls his face back a little and you can see the sudden disappointment about you forming in his eyes. You quickly tell him. “Yes! Yes Austin I want you.” And pull him into a kiss making him calm instantly.

You moan in his mouth as you I feel the head of his cock push inside of you. He does a quick violent thrust to get his cock farther in and you moan even more. He begins to thrust into you easier as you become accustomed to his size and his cock begins gliding in and out of you.

When he starts to go faster you hold him around his shoulders felling him thrust into you so hard. "You like this, don't you? …-Having me fuck you your pussy knowing… I can’t get enough of you…having you surrounded by your photos that I take …-to pleasure myself when you’re not around.” He says going faster.

Overwhelmed by his intensity, you can only gasp for breath, locking eyes with him as he continues deep powerful thrusts . “SAY IT!” he demands, his voice cutting through the air. You feel the force of his thrusts between your legs intensify, each smack igniting a surge of pleasure. “Y-yes..of course …I do Austin,” you manage to say breathlessly, you will agree with anything he says in this moment.

He begins to fuck you with long strokes, pulling his cock back farther before plunging it back inside. It feels so good you reach down to touch your clit. "Don’t touch yourself.” He commands and you obey placing your hand back on his shoulder. He plows into you deeper and faster sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your breath hitches, and your muscles tense as he drives you closer to an orgasm.

“Beg me to cum” he commands burying his cock at its deepest in your pussy .

“Please, Austin, let me cum” you beg and he reaches his hand between your bodies and strums your clit.

You scream in pleasure as you reach climax, and Austin instantly withdraws his cock, making you feel the rush of warm liquid as you squirt. You feel more warmth spreading over your navel as he shoots his cum on your dress, driven by the intensity of his desire to possess you completely marking you with his cum.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, his breathing ragged and uneven as he stares at you, both of you physically spent. You struggle to catch your breath, the aftermath of pleasure still coursing through your veins. It takes several moments before the intensity of the moment begins to calm.

He loves you but he doesn’t say it instead he presses his forehead to yours and holds the back of your neck caressing your jaw with his thumb.

“You’re mine” he says staring into your eyes.

“Okay Austin.” You answer quickly and he smiles. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says looking down at his cum glisten in the silk on your dress.

He plants a kiss to your lips and helps you to stand. He turns you around and unties your dress slipping it down your waist until you step out of it.

“I’m adding this one to my collection” He says smiling. “what collection?” You ask in curiosity, he looks over the dress in his hands then looks back into your eyes. “My collection of what you wear during my favorite encounters with you.” He confesses.

College

You awaken in the morning to the sound of your iPhone alarm clock. Austin is curled up against you holding you tightly . You wiggle to get out of his arms but he is too heavy keeping you trapped. You turn your head to look at him as you gently tug his hand to wake him nicely. “Austin I need to go to school.” You say softly and he slowly opens his eyes. He looks at you and he smiles seeing you first thing in the morning, though deep down he hates that you are leaving. But he promised you last night after he showered you and you climbed into bed with him that you could return to school the next day.

He lets out a breath and sits up in bed, he already has a plan set in place that will deter you from school for a while to bring you back to him.

“I’ll set up the shower and cook you breakfast okay?” He says pulling your head to him and planting a kiss on your hair. “Okay Austin.” You say.

You finish breakfast together sitting at the counter in his enormous kitchen. As he gets up and takes your dishes to the sink he decides to offer you something he knows you can’t resist. “Why don’t you take the range to school.” He says offhandedly as he pulls two cooling espressos resting on they tray of his machine.

“Really? You would do that!” You ask excitedly. “Why not.” He says grinning at your excitement. “I’ll have them detail your car in the meantime and you can bring back the Range when you come to work on Saturday.” He offers. “But I thought… you wanted me to stay all week.” You question due to his original agreement he paid your for on Monday.

“Well with school that makes it difficult doesn’t it.” He reveals. “You’ll have to stay here and wake up like this every morning at 5am to drive there then be back here after 5pm that’s a bit excessive.” He reasons.

“Oh I didn’t think about that.” You admit. He brings you your espresso and as you sip it he hands you your tiny birth control pill which you swallow with the last of the caffeine.

He reaches in his sweats pocket and pulls out the range key handing it over. “ Thank you Austin.” You say collecting the keyless fob in your hand and looking up to him. “Your very welcome.” He says feeling his heartache when you stand up and hug him goodbye. He pulls your face to his planting a kiss. “See you on Saturday.” You say grinning. “See you in Saturday” he says with a weak smile.

🥀 To be continued 🥀 ….

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Noova Collection

Hey everyone! The voted pack by you guys is finally here! The Noova Collection. This is mostly a base game compatible CC Pack for The Sims 4. It's a bathroom focused pack with 33 items included. It includes functional items and some decor! 😊

️I really wanted a new modern set that could also be somewhat flexible with other spaces and this came up!

Hope you enjoy it! 💙

Items include:

Standalone Sink - BGC | 2 versions | 26 swatches

Bathtub - BGC | 2 versions | 10 swatches

Toilet - BGC | 8 swatches

Shower - BGC | 6 swatches *

Shower lever - BGC | 6 swatches

Woody stool sidetable - BGC | 6 swatches

Thin horizontal mirror - BGC | 4 swatches

Round mirror - BGC | 6 swatches

Wood Wall Panel - BGC | 2 versions | 3 wall heights | 5 swatches

Toilet paper - BGC | 8 swatches

Rolled bath towel - BGC | 1 swatch

Bath towel holder - BGC | 24 swatches

Bath messy towel holder - BGC | 24 swatches

Hand towel holder - BGC | 24 swatches

Tray with bathroom thingies - BGC | 12 swatches

Tray with candle - BGC | 8 swatches **

Hand soap dispenser - BGC | 10 swatches

Cute plant - BGC - recolor | 10 swatches

Electric toothbrush - BGC | 4 swatches

Glass jars - BGC | 4 swatches

Toothbrushes holder - BGC | 8 swatches

Floor walk of stones 1x1 - BGC | No footprint | 12 swatches

Floor walk of stones 2x1 - BGC | No footprint | 12 swatches

Floor walk of stones curved - BGC | No footprint | 12 swatches

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*available for everyone 09/01/2023*