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28| Blk | LGBTQ+ | Sims 4 | WCIF Friendly | Philly Gal

[air-so-sweet]

I think a lot of people who are complaining about the lack of content in Paralives are forgetting just how fucking bare bones the sims 4 was at launch.

for example:

[anerdyloser]

remember when they released the sims 4 with no pools or ghosts or TODDLERS and the first thing they added to the game was some star wars costumes

[air-so-sweet]

I think a lot of people who are complaining about the lack of content in Paralives are forgetting just how fucking bare bones the sims 4 was at launch.

for example:

[elderwisp]

gen ai creeping into the sims community as well as some of my favorite game companies is so incredibly unfortunate that it's loomed on my mind longer than i'd like it to. however, it's moments like these where i get slapped with an epiphany

oftentimes, it's really easy to shift the blame onto an individual without addressing the core issue. it's almost like if we shame a person enough, it'll make them learn. but that's the thing about shame, it's a short-term solution to a long-term problem. what i've come to learn is shame does not change people, it makes them resentful. i've been guilty of it and i'm not proud of it. we often forget that acquiring any knowledge, comes with making mistakes, but it's the people that have honest yet constructive conversations with you and encourage growth is how you get through it. i believe this is also what can make a community healthy rather than aiming for sole positivity

the truth is, the most we can do to impact gen ai is to educate, share resources and form movements within communities. the core issues lie within governments lack of regulation and big companies not being held accountable however that's a whole separate conversation

what i've come to recognize with gen ai in creative spaces is people fail to recognize the difference between true art and something that is generated. i realized this with swen vincke from larian studios wanting to utilize gen ai as a reference similar to google or art books. what is being forgotten is the mind is the best source of inspiration. creativity comes from you. nothing is original but it's the human experience, what you chose that resonates with you brings uniqueness to an idea. no machine will ever do that for you. it can only give you an amalgamation of choices it made for you but it isn't handcrafted by you. art is a lot of things to people, but i don't think it would be wild to say that art is what's authentic to you. it's an accumulation of your experiences, thoughts and feelings projected onto somewhere and there's beauty in vulnerability

so, all of this got me thinkin... i want to try something

a lot of the issue in ai usage in ts4 community stems from a lack of knowledge on how to edit or the desire to reach a level that takes time and effort. there was a point in time, many years ago, where it felt like i was grinding teeth to try and learn something and then a friend introduced me to using textures. and that small sliver of knowledge felt revolutionary

so i'd like to encourage everyone to post one or multiple pieces of knowledge whether it's an editing/writing tip, an editing/writing resource, a reshade/gshade preset or even a tutorial of some sort! if you're a cc creator, you're totally welcome to joining in! i know gen ai has swept into the cc spaces

some examples ft some cool simblrs:

how to add font into a photo how to draw hair storytelling tips on how to plan a story settings for sharpening finding the right angle for pictures in game psd for sharpening

if you wouldn't mind hashtaging it as "simblrsagainstai" so i can reblog it! or you can tag me as well!

my first few things i will share because they're already prepared:

a copy of ps (2) (3) (ps 2025 link provided by @/morrigan-sims) a copy of topaz clean | (this video has topaz clean and keys) - note on topaz clean and photoshop here! i'm working on finding a workaround | @/loveryss shared this download of ps that works with topaz | @/sleepingsims mentioned that topaz works with gimp as well mini tutorial on how to edit a screenshot without reshade a texture pack and tutorial my own tag of little bits of knowledge and tutorials throughout the years

update 1/4/26: i've added a tag for those participating! thank you so much! here's the tag: bonk. also i've added in a note for the ps and topaz download

[astr0disiac]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: 𝐑𝐘𝐃

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

SUMMARY: After withholding sex from Shota in an attempt to have him initiate sex, you find yourself in the backseat of his car.

WARNING(S): Car sex, dirty talk, orgasm control, praise/degradation, voice kink, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms

WORD COUNT: 4.5k (extra long bcs I forgot to post on day one)

SONG: RYD - Steve Lacy

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Shota was never one to initiate in the relationship. He never wanted to be too forward with you, rough, or seem too eager. Even when you could see how pent up he was when his hands would linger on your body in the midnight hour, or when he'd hug you from behind and feel that familiar stiffness pressing against your lower half, he would never voice it. You would always be the one leading him to his bed, or sometimes even yours if it was the night before his day off. He had always been the quiet and more reserved one, never giving away when he was in need of release, as if he were waiting for your okay.

But not this time.

In a way to challenge yourself, and to get him to speak up, you decided to stop being the one to initiate sex. Of course, you didn't let Shota know, which left him all the more confused when lingering touches never strayed below the belt, or when you ended the night with a goodnight kiss instead of a goodnight fuck. You knew you had him on the edge when he tried to jam his tongue down your throat just last week, kissing and nibbling to the point where a bruise began to form at the corner of your mouth. But because he didn't push further than that, you simply laughed through your nose and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning over and going to sleep.

At least you pretended to go to sleep, but your heart pounded in two places at once.

After a month of this back and forth, you had begun to grow impatient, and pretty agitated yourself alongside your partner. It had gotten to the point where even your own fingers couldn't satisfy you in the heat of the night, causing you to toss in turn in your own bed as your thighs clenched together in discomfort. It would be nothing for you to commence your steamy sessions with Shota again, but you so desperately wanted him to prove to you that you weren't the only one invested, and that it was okay to be greedy.

Shota was even more of a mess than usual. While you were pretty good at keeping your agitation at bay, he lashed out at any and everyone that came into view since his balls felt as if they were twisted in a knot. Whenever he tried to touch himself when you were gone, it felt painful compared to your soft hands, or either set of your lips, no matter how hard he tried to imagine. His students caught the blunt end of it in class, and his coworkers grew concerned with him as the days went on and he refused to come out of his sleeping bag (to hide his relentless hard-on). It wasn't until Hizashi finally pulled him off to the side a month and a half into his unknown celibacy that he finally got to get a weight off his chest.

"Sho, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Hizashi whispered in an urgent tone as the students trained relentlessly in the field. This had been their second week in a row with quirk training, and the overuse of their individual quirks were starting to take a toll on the student's mental and physical health.

"Nothing, I'm just...frustrated." Shota muttered, his tired eyes grimacing at the students. Hizashi noticed how glossy his eyes were, realizing he wasn't even paying attention to the children as he usually would. When it came to teaching, Shota was always quick to give corrections and shower his students with confidence, as their individual improvements often swelled him with pride. But he barely uttered a word now, as his students trained aimlessly with no direction, waiting to know what was to come next.

"So you're going to take it out on the kids? Come on, that isn't like you. Trouble in paradise?" Hizashi jokingly jabs Shota in the arm, but he doesn't respond. "Don't tell me she broke up with you. I told you to get rid of that musty sleeping ba-"

"She didn't break up with me." Shota exasperated, shifting in his seat as his jeans grew tighter.

"Or she must be gearing up to do so." Hizashi scoffs. "When was the last time you two had sex?"

"Hiz." Shota warns him in a threatening tone, but Hizashi simply rolls his eyes. "I'm not one of your students, this bravado doesn't scare me, Sho."

Shota simply rubs his dry eyes, thinking about the last time you two shared a sensual moment.

"About two months." He mutters, and Hizashi almost falls out of his chair.

"Two fucking months?!" Hizashi shouts, his voice naturally carrying, causing some of the students to halt in their training and turn to their teachers. Shota reaches his arm out of his sleeping bag and smacks the back of Hizashi's head with enough force to fling his neck forward. Hizashi sits up, rubbing the back of his head and adjusting his shades accordingly.

"No wonder you've been acting like you're going to bust a blood vessel, ya' haven't busted a nut since four score and seven years ago." Hizashi snickers behind his hand, which is not appreciated by Shota. "Did she tell you why?" Hizashi asks, and Shota sighs as he slinks back into his seat.

"That's the thing, she hasn't." Shota starts, his face confused as he thinks back. "She hasn't grown distant besides that, nothing else has changed, she just doesn't initiate anything anymore."

"Ah, I see." Hizashi ponders. "Has she been the only one initiating before the sudden stop?"

"No...yes?" Shota tries to think back on every sexual encounter, trying not to imagined what happened during, but before they even started. But in Shota's mind, it still seemed mutual. "We both kind of?"

"You can't kind of initiate sex, Sho. Either you do, or you don't." Hizashi shrugs, and Shota sighs again. "There must be something you're not doing. She may be doing this to test you, or get you to stand up or something. Either way, it's a communication problem. Just talk to her about it."

While getting off of work, Shota texted you and said that he would pick you up for a date. Your heart wouldn't stop doing triplets, even after he picked you up. You couldn't hear him properly in the confined space of the car, and asked him quite a few times to repeat himself. You were so nervous and eager for something, anything to happen tonight. You weren't sure how much longer you could withhold yourself. He looked so handsome in his streetwear; a simple stormy gray shirt and baggy black jeans that hugged his hips. His hair was pulled into a low bun, exposing his stubbled side profile. You couldn't help but lurch forward and kiss his jaw, laughing at his surprise, admiring the shimmery lip imprint off his skin.

Shota, despite coming off as poised during the car ride, was beyond flustered. His knuckles turned ashy white as he gripped the steering wheel for dear life, his cock throbbing against his (purposely chosen) baggy, black pants. You looked adorable; an off the shoulder, puffy sleeved dress that hugged your waist and frilled at the bottom. A simple chained necklace rested on your collar bone, your hands resting on your covered thighs. It was the fact that you were dressed so modestly, so innocently in white that Shota was consumed with the urge to soil your pretty clothes, and your even prettier face. After getting over his initial shock after you pecked his jaw, he finally let go of his death grip of the steering wheel, and allowed one hand to rest on your thigh, squeezing it gently. You withhold a yelp, your face feeling as if it was brushed with a minty fragrance as it burned intensely.

Shota ended up taking you to a carnival about an hour away, treating you to every ride and game that came into view. He didn't think dinner would be a good idea, and felt it would be better on his psyche if he continued to move around and distract himself a bit. You two had a great time, the unbearable tension subsiding with each giggle that passed, and each game that was won. Satisfied with your winnings, you both decide to call it a night, and head back to Shota's car.

Shota swings the passenger door open for you, and you jokingly bow. After ducking into the car, he swiftly closes it, jogging to the drivers side and sliding in. He starts the car, the two of you reliving the funniest and sweetest moments of the night, your energy subsiding as you drive along. But once silence settled in, it was back to square one. Electricity crackling and hearts pounding as if the both of you were a pair of horny teenagers. Shota clears his throat, attempting to initiate a conversation.

"Can I...ask you something?" Shota grumbles, feeling nervous.

""Anything." You withhold a sigh.

"It just seems kind of stupid."

"There are no stupid questions when it comes to us, Shota."

Why was he so nervous? You two had been going steady for over almost two years, there's no way he should be beating around the bush like this. You both were grown adults, sex wasn't anything to be shy about. You voiced yourself all the time-

Oh.

Oh.

Shota kept a steady grip on the steering wheel, trying not to swerve off the highway.

"Spit it out, Shota." You encouraged him, growing slightly impatient as you pressed your thighs together.

"Have you been purposely denying me sex?" He asks, his eyes focused on the road as the street lights rhythmically flash on his face.

"I haven't denied you anything." You simply say.

"So then why haven't we-?" He stops his sentence, taking a large swallow.

"Did I ever say 'Shota, let's never have sex again'? I don't believe those words ever came out of my mouth." You look at him, but his eyes are unwavering, staring owlishly down the road. You watch him shift uncomfortably in his seat, and your eyes drift down to the slight bulge underneath his pants. Your nose scrunches a bit as you rest your right elbow on the arm rest, and begin palming him with the left. A slight hiss exits his pearly whites, the car jerking in response to Shota's surprise. His eyes flit down to your hand, then back to the road, his focus being challenged by your meticulous hand movement.

"A lot hasn't come out of your mouth lately, either." You say, continuing to stroke him through his pants, his cock twitching under the fabric. "It's always me begging for you. Me pleading for you. But you, Shota Aizawa, ask for nothing." You speed up your hand movement, Shota's hips bucking slight, his body restrained by his seatbelt. Shota tries hard to keep his eyes from squeezing shut. He was thankful no one was on the road as he drove so carelessly.

"Do I not satisfy you, Shota?" Your words stuck to his eardrums like honey, the way your voice coaxed him made him stifle a groan. He couldn't speak, he couldn't do anything in that moment but relish in your touches which he had been longing for. He swears under his breath, the loose strands of his hair beginning to stick to the side of his face.

"I'm waiting, Shota." You begin getting restless, watching his body twitch under your touch. "You're a big boy, aren't you, Shota? Use your words."

Hearing such a demanding tone from you was surprising, but made his cock swell even more as his breathing became heavier. He had never heard you use this type of tone with him in this type of setting, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't crave more. The thought of you controlling him with such assertiveness, along with the jerking motion of your hand edged him closer and closer, the familiar warmth flooding his lower abdomen.

Until you stopped. You sit back in your chair with a sigh.

"No- wait..." Shota whimpered, a tone that surprised both you and him with it escaping his throat.

"'No', you don't want to continue? Got it." You blankly say. Shota grips the steering wheel, the leather crackling.

"That's not what I meant." Shota begins to get testy, but you weren't folding.

"Then by all means, tell me what you meant."

Shota had two options. Go home and try to fuck his hand relentlessly, which was bound to bear no type of release, or pull the car over.

Waiting til' you two got home wasn't an option.

Shota swerves off the main road, causing you to yelp in surprise, grabbing the hand railing above you. The drive becomes bumpy as you make your way off the smooth road into a more wood-like terrain, hearing leaves and branches crunch under the wheels of the car. He slams onto the brakes once enough lights had abandoned the car, halting its movements. He then turns it off, putting the keys on the dash.

Heavy breathing containing surprise, pent up frustration, and excitement fill the car from the both of you. Finally, Shota breaks the silence and gets out of the car, slamming the door shut as he paces outside, grappling at his hair.

He had never done anything like this before, he had never been tested like this. Now that he was here, he wasn't sure what to do. He huffs the climbs into his backseat, laying down flat with his arms covering his face. He sighs, his chest heaving up and down as his heart pounded.

"...ride." You hear him mumble.

"Excuse me?" You say, not sure if you heard him correctly.

"Ride me, please." He repeats. He then turns to face you, his eyes dilated.

"I need to see you."

You weren't sure what was fluttering to be exact, but you were on cloud nine. You didn't mean for him to beg, that was just a plus. You just wanted him to be more vocal about what he liked, how he wanted it. He always seemed to abide by you, but every now and then you wanted to please him the same way as he pleases you.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you climb into the back seat as Shota sits up and rests on the door. It was a bit tight, you're back slightly pressed against the roof of the car as you straddled his hips.

Shota's hands gripped your waist, and as he slowly grinded up into you, you felt your own slick in your panties, causing you to sigh in content. The foreplay honestly wasn't necessary, both of you ready to release at any moment, but you wanted to savor the excitement that you were both feeling. It had been so long, far too long.

You throw your head back, latching your bottom lip between your teeth as you meet his motions. Your clit throbbed in unison with his cock, which was struggling against the compressed space. You feel Shota's hand reach up to your face bringing you down to his.

"Come here..." He moans, his lips seizing yours. One hand holds your face, while the other bunches the fabric of your dress and squeezes your ass. As lips lock over and over, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, you both unconsciously speed up, the car creaking as it rocks to and fro.

You moan into his lips as Shota's hips stutter, trying to keep up with your pace. As you bear down on him more, the friction being too much to bear, he rips his mouth from yours. He latches his teeth onto your neck, biting down hard and causing you to orgasm. While your prolonged moan comes out in full volume, Shota's is stifled into a grunt as his hips still.

You both lie there, breathing heavily into each other's ears. As your high subsides, you sit up slightly. You look down into Shota's eyes, his irises still swirling with an unknown fog. As you shift your lower body, you feel that despite both of you having an orgasm, he was still, in fact, sporting an immense hard-on. You decide to coax him a bit more.

"More?" You breathlessly ask.

"More." He groans, bringing your face to his face again. You give him a sensual kiss, your body twitching uncontrollably as it attempts to recover from your last orgasm. Not separating your lips, you unbutton his jeans, shimmying them off, as he lifts his hips to help. After some slight adjustments, it was just undergarment keeping you two apart.

"No condoms." Shota moans, finally feeling the slick dripping from your pussy against his own. The wet sound of arousal traveled through the confined space. You sit up, raising a brow at Shota. He rolls his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll pull out."

You give him a knowing smile. "No you won't."

"Shut the fuck up and touch me." He leers, and you gladly abide.

As you kiss him deeply again, your hand travels down into his briefs, stroking his length, the width of his cock causing you to whimper into his mouth. It's been so long since he had properly stretched you out, and he was enthralled by the idea of how you would take him. He didn't have to imagine for long, because with one swift move of your laced panties to the side, you were already trying to sink past his tip.

Your face screwed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your heart practically leaping out of your chest as you gasped.

"Shit..." Shota hissed, watching your cunt slowly swallow him as you eased your way down, holding your breath. He grabs your hips, guiding you until he bottoms you out. You two sit like that for a moment, Shota messaging your thighs so that you would relax. The way you clenched around him was enough to make him cum right there.

"Breathe, baby." Shota moaned into a slight whimper, staring at you with your eyes shut tight but you couldn't hear him. You hadn't even fully realized you were holding your breath until his fingers found your clit, causing you to whine. Slowly but surely, you begin moving, your hips circulating on his pelvis as you not only rode his cock, but his hand that kept flicking across that sensitive nub.

"Shit, shit, shit." Shota swore repeatedly as he watched his cock slowly enter and exit you as you proceeded with utmost care. He watched your fluids leak out onto his lower half, aiding in his arousal.

"Sho- ugh..." You struggled to keep your bearings as you felt him grow inside you. You were determined to put him first. "Talk to me, just keep talking- fuck." You encouraged, egging him on to where he would just do it naturally.

He hisses, words failing him.

"Sho, please."

"I swear to God, if you keep talking like that, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

"Then do something about it."

Like a switch, something flips in him. Without hesitation, he grabs your hips, raising you all the way up, then slamming you back down on him. You yelp, your breasts bouncing against the top half of your dress. He does it again, skin slapping against skin with a loud clap.

"Fuck, you take me so well." He grunts, as he begins slamming you down in a steady rhythm, his hips meeting you as he fucks into you. You continue to bounce as one hand leaves your hips and begins fondling with your clothed breast, squeezing and holding on for dear life.

"Shota, oh God..." You moaned, panting as you felt your stomach knot.

"Come on, (Y/N), keep fucking me just like that." His usual sullen tone erodes from his voice as he picks up speed. Your head falls back, the friction causing warmth to flood though your muscles as your sprawled legs begin to twitch.

"You're so fucking pretty, (Y/N). Even prettier when I paint your insides." He continues, his release growing closer as he sees you in ecstasy above him. His movements falter slightly as he grabs your ass.

"Fuck, I can't- fuck!" Your words get jumbled as his sensual touches send you higher.

"C-cum for me." He stammers. "Cum on my cock, pretty girl."

He slams into you one more time, his hips stilling as his warmth floods into your cunt, and you cum as well, your body convulsing as a wretched sound leaves your throat. You heave, you're cunt fluttering around his length, which to your surprise, still refused to contract.

"Shit." Shota grunts, sitting up fully, grappling onto you. You yelp in surprise as he maneuvers his way to be on top of you, while still keeping his hard cock inside.

"I thought you wanted me to ride." You whimpered, your vision splotchy as you heaved against his chest.

"Well, now I want you on your back." He grunts, slowly pushing his cock into you more. You let out a drawn out moan, feeling him push his seed deeper and deeper into you.

"I'm gonna fuck you just like this, yeah?" He huffs, more rhetorically than anything, but you still nod. One of his hands travels up your body, before interlocking with your hand above your head.

He curses as he slowly fucks into you, looking down to watch his cock disappear into you're creamed cunt. Your body, though overwhelmed, couldn't help but suck him in more and more, begging to be filled.

"I wish you could see how you looked right now." Shota's hand tightens in yours, and you wince. "God fucking dammit." He hissed, still entering you painfully slow.

"Tell me more..." You whimpered, your eyes brimming as you felt the knot slowly forming. "Tell me, Shota." Your hips bucked involuntarily, into him to chase your own high, and he chuckled.

"What, is hearing the sounds of me fucking into you not enough?" He hums, and your back arches against the sticky leather. "You wanna hear me talk about how desperately this pretty little pussy is swallowing me whole?"

"Fuck, yes, please..." You moaned, your cunt twitching. You needed him to be more vocal. You craved it as much as you craved him. You needed him.

"What's gotten into you lately?" Shota chuckles, picking up his pace. "When did you become such a fucking slut?"

A moan gets caught in your throat, and is immediately expelled when his free hand goes to touch your overstimulated clit again. Your free hand flys down to his hand to halt his movements.

"No- ngh, plea..se..." You start choking on your own moans as he stops his stokes, then pins both your hands above your head. He looks down at you, greed eating away at his features.

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you." He states, running his hand through his hair.

"Keep your hands here."

He begins thrusting into you, your body spasming under his touch as he rubs your clit. Strangled groans exit you as you writhe under his body, your being twisting as it fights against the wave of pleasure threatening to wash over you.

The car rocked aggressively, the windows fully fogged at this point from the hot air produced from the both of you. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as the scenery of Shota's godly face above you making you cum again. Even as you opened your eyes, you still couldn't make out anything as Shota didn't leave you alone, still pounding into your pussy.

"Shota, please!" You begged, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath to no avail.

"Let's try again, this time look at me as you cum." He snaps, fucking into you harder, curses leaving his swollen lips.

Tears were fully streaming down your face now, the overload of senses taking a toll on your body, but Shota did seem to care. His eyes were clouded and focused as he buried himself into your cunt over and over, muttering words in the confined space.

"More, more, more." He grunted at each thrust, your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head in an attempt to disobey his command. You couldn't think, speak, or do anything, except lie there with your mouth agape, drool spilling out as he fucked you stupid.

"Look who's not using their words now." He chuckles, smacking your thigh, the sound ricocheting as it stung under his grasp. The sound of flesh against flesh along with your wails was too much, and you couldn't take it anymore as that familiar feeling sank into your stomach.

"I...I...I- ugh," You gave up trying to speak, your pussy pulsating signaling you were due any second.

Shota stops fondling your clit, and instead presses down on your abdomen, his other hand bracing him on the window.

"I'm right there, baby." He coaxes through the warmth, his hips stammering as you feel him in your stomach. You churned as white flashed before your eyes. "Fuck, cum with me. Cum, cum, c-"

His hips finally still, and together you orgasm. Your moan goes unheard as your legs shake underneath him, but Shota's groan rumbles through his chest as you both heave. Shota moves slightly, entering you one more time before exiting completely, watching both of your mixed fluids spill onto the backseat of his car. He exhales slowly, and swipes a bit of the liquid from your oozing cunt, causing you to jolt. He tastes the sweet mixture, watching your pussy flutter repeatedly, trembling from the relentless pounding it just received. He then leans over you, kissing you deeply, the taste tingling on your tastebuds. You sigh into his mouth, your energy spent and exhausted.

Shota sits up, a lazy smile on his face.

"So all this time, this was some sort of test?" He chuckles, bringing his hand to your face as he wiped a few stray tears off your face. You giggle nervously, nodding your head because you were unable to speak at the moment.

"Tomorrow, I'll be expecting an apology." He leans forward, pecking your lips once more before fixing your panties and dress, then tucking himself away. He gets out of the car, heads to his trunk, and pulls out the blanket you two would use for picnics sometimes, and lays it on top of you.

He slides into the front seat with a huff, starting his car.

"But as of tonight, I have two months worth of sex to get out of you." Shota begins driving back to the main road, and your eyes widen. Little did you know, the past half hour or so was now running through his head on loop, causing him to become erect yet again.

"So hold my cum until we get home. That cunt should still be full by the time we arrive, yeah?"

[xinakwans]

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i need a hawks from mha nsfw PLEASEEE

so glad this was requested since it was already in the works !! xxx

ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ pro hero hawks finally fucks the pretty girl who runs his schedule

tw: rough sex, power imbalance (consensual), creampie, praise, oral sex (f receiving), teasing/ dom-sub undertones, unprotected sex, overstimulation, light marking, soft aftercare

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Keigo Takami had a habit of noticing things he shouldn’t.

He noticed how a villain’s shoulders tensed a second before they struck. He noticed how reporters angled their cameras to catch his wingspan. He noticed when an intern whispered something under their breath that was meant to sound like admiration but felt more like envy.

And lately - he noticed you.

You’d started at his agency six months ago, just another efficient face among the endless rotation of staff and sidekicks. Organized. Sharp. You always had your clipboard ready before he even asked for it, files alphabetized.

Then he started realizing small things.

The way your skirts hugged the back of your thighs when you reached for a folder. The faint scent of your perfume when you leaned past his chair to hand him paperwork. The sound of your voice when you said, “Takami‑san, you have that board meeting in ten minutes,” soft and polite.

You never used his hero name unless the cameras were around. He liked that. He liked it too much.

It was supposed to stay a passing thought. A professional appreciation.

But he started timing his landings after patrols so he’d pass your desk first. Started noticing when you wore something new. Started catching himself wondering what it’d take to make you blush. Make you moan.

And he’d shake his head at himself like - get it together, birdbrain, before dragging himself into another meeting.

____________

The office after hours was quiet.

He came back long after sunset, wings rustling from patrol, uniform half‑zipped. His body was buzzing from too much adrenaline and not enough rest. He pushed the door open and stopped dead.

You were at your desk. Hair pulled up messily. Your blouse rolled at the sleeves. Stacks of files around you, a pencil tucked behind your ear.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, one brow cocked. “Didn’t know we were runnin’ a 24‑hour agency now.”

You glanced up, smiling faintly. “Just catching up. Needed the distraction.”

His grin deepened. “Distraction, huh? That’s my line.”

You laughed softly. “Guess it’s contagious.”

He watched you for a moment longer than he should’ve. The sound of papers shuffling, the faint whir of the AC - everything else faded out. There was something about the curve of your back under the lamplight that made his chest ache with something dangerously close to curiosity.

“Y’know.” He said, stepping closer. “You don’t have to stay late to impress me.”

“I’m not trying to impress you, Takami‑san.”

He smirked. “Yeah? Shame.”

You rolled your eyes, looking back down at the page. “Some of us like being productive.”

He laughed quietly, moving closer. “And some of us like staring at the prettiest thing in the room.”

That earned him a look over your shoulder, half amusement. “You say that to all your assistants?”

“Only the ones who make my coffee just right.”

“Mhm.” You stood, gathering your papers. “I’m starting to understand why your PR manager has migraines.”

“Ouch.” He clutched his chest. “You wound me.”

You smiled again - one of those real ones this time, small and soft around the corners. “Maybe you deserve it.”

He stepped closer, low enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “Maybe.”

The air shifted.

You hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten until you could see the faint gold in his irises, the small scar under his eye. His wings rustled faintly behind him, feathers brushing against your arm as if by accident.

You swallowed. “You’re still in uniform.”

“Mm.” He hummed, eyes flicking down your figure. “So are you. I like this skirt…it’s my favorite one you wear.”

Your pulse jumped. “You’re my boss.”

“Only till five." He said. Then, quieter, “And it’s way past that.”

You should’ve laughed it off. Should’ve teased him. But instead, you tilted your head slightly, met his eyes, and said, “Unless you have something better than paperwork, I should probably finish this.”

Keigo’s grin turned smug. Dangerous.

“Oh, I’ve got something better.”

____________

The elevator to his apartment was quiet, other than the soft rustle of feathers as his wings folded close to his back. His place was exactly what you expected. Modern, warm, too clean for someone who never stayed still.

“Drink?” He asked.

“Sure.”

He poured something amber into two glasses, and you took yours, eyes scanning the skyline through the window. He leaned against the counter, studying you with that lazy half‑smile.

“You’re quiet.” You said finally. “Not like usual.”

“Mm. Too tired to talk circles.”

“So you actually can stop running your mouth.”

He grinned. “Don’t tell anyone. It’d ruin my image.”

You took a sip, smirking. “You have an image?”

He stepped closer. “Guess you haven’t been paying attention, sweetheart.”

That nickname made your pulse skip. You tried not to show it, bringing your glass back to your lips to hide the twitch of a smile.

He stepped in closer, setting his drink on the edge of the table, his fingers brushing yours for just a second too long. You felt it - that little static pull - and you knew he did too, because he didn’t look away.

You nodded toward the city lights glowing beyond the balcony glass. “Nice view.”

He hummed. “Yeah, it is.”

And he wasn’t looking at the skyline when he said it.

You laughed under your breath, taking another sip “Smooth.”

“Not tryin’ to be.” He leaned a little closer, just enough that you could smell the faint, sharp cologne he wore - something clean under the warmth of musk.

“You always this wound up after work?”

“Only when I’m covering for you and still somehow stuck managing your recruits.”

“Hey." He grinned. “I have full confidence in your ability to juggle everything I throw at you.”

“Oh, I can juggle.” You tipped your drink toward him. “But if you’re trying to butter me up just so I won’t yell at you in the morning meeting…”

“You yell at me every morning meeting.”

“You deserve it.”

He licked his bottom lip, slow. “What else do I deserve?”

The air got heavier between you, thicker than before - less playful. He was still smiling, still all warmth, but there was something else in the way his eyes dropped down your body, lingered on the hem of your skirt.

Your skin prickled. You reached out, fingers brushing the edge of his shirt. “…Is it wrong that I wanna sleep with my boss?”

His smile curved. “Not if your boss is already thinking about it.”

You scoffed, cheeks hot. But, you leaned in.

And when he kissed you - slow, teasing, a little smug - it felt exactly like him. Warm. Smooth. Effortless. The kind of trouble you didn’t even want to avoid.

But it didn’t stay soft.

His hand slid along your waist, thumb brushing just beneath the hem of your blouse like he was testing boundaries he already knew you’d let him cross. You didn’t hesitate - tilting your chin up, kissing him back harder, your fingers curling into the fabric at his chest, nails grazing muscle.

Keigo groaned low in his throat, pulled back just enough to look at you with a crooked grin. “You kiss all your bosses like this?”

You rolled your eyes, breath shallow. “Only the ones who fly.”

He laughed, then he reached down, fingers brushing your glass and set both aside on the table behind you with a quiet clink.

Before you could blink, his hands slid to your thighs. And then he was lifting you, strong hands gripping the backs of your thighs as your skirt rode up, your legs wrapping around his waist like they’d been waiting to. You gasped, arms tightening around his shoulders, and he didn’t hesitate - walking you toward the bedroom like he already knew the route blind.

The kiss deepened with every step, turned messier, hotter. His mouth moved like he wanted to taste every sound you made, like he’d been holding back for weeks and couldn’t anymore. You nipped at his lower lip. He bit yours in return.

“Fuck." He muttered against your mouth. “You’re killin’ me.”

His grip tightened, wings twitching behind him with each step like he was holding himself back from launching. You could feel his heat through your clothes, the hard press of him between your legs as he walked - your hips instinctively grinding once, teasing, and he groaned again.

Your back hit the sheets, heart hammering. For a second, you were too stunned to move. Because it was him.

Keigo Takami.

Hawks. The Pro Hero.

Your boss.

The same man whose calls you transferred. Whose calendar you managed with color-coded tabs. The one you sat across from in endless meetings, nodding while he ignored his recruit applications to flirt with you mid-email. The same one who used to wink at you during press briefings while you took notes.

And now? His mouth was on yours. His hands were on your thighs. And your body was burning.

Your heart pounded faster. You didn’t even notice the way your brows pinched, how your breath caught.

“You’re thinkin’ too hard." He murmured, nosing along your jaw. “You always think this hard when you’re about to fuck someone?”

You scoffed, blinking out of the daze. “You always this cocky before you’ve even taken off your pants?”

“Ah.” He grinned, leaning up on his forearms to look at you. “There she is.”

You reached between you, fingers going to the buttons of your blouse. Your hands were shaking, but you played it off, undoing the top one, then the next, letting him watch.

“If I’m gonna lose my job…" You said, voice steady, “I’m at least gonna enjoy it.”

He laughed again, and it was warm - low as he kissed you, catching your lip between his, deepening it until you were breathless.

Then -

Rip.

Your eyes widened as he tore your blouse open, buttons flying somewhere across the room.

“Takami!”

“I’ll buy you a new one." He muttered against your skin, already kissing down your chest, the heat of his mouth leaving you gasping. “Buy you ten.”

Then he slid down the bed, kissing as he went - slow, deliberate, teasing.

Down your ribs. Down your stomach. His thumbs hooked the waistband of your skirt.

You lifted your hips for him without a word. Then you jolted when his teeth grazed the inside of your leg, your breath stuttering out of you. His tongue followed the same path, warm and slow, licking a stripe just high enough to make your thighs twitch.

“You know how fucking hard it is…" He said between kisses, “…trying to focus when you walk into my office in these little skirts?”

Your fingers tangled in his hair instantly - tugging, rough. He groaned, mouth still moving, kissing over the sensitive skin until you were squirming. Your heels dug into his back, your legs tightening around him, and one of his feathers tickled against your shin.

You gasped quietly.

“Sorry." He said with no remorse at all, glancing up with his mouth still against your thigh. “They have a mind of their own.”

“Mm.” You rocked your hips forward, chasing friction. “Then tell them to behave.”

“I’m busy." He grinned. “Worshipping my very hot assistant.”

And then he licked another slow, deliberate stripe, right along your folds.

Your eyes rolled back. Your back arched. And you forgot entirely about the fact that he was your boss.

He doesn’t stop.

Not even when you squirm - thighs twitching, hips lifting slightly, toes curling against the sheets like your body’s trying to run from the pleasure. His arms hook under your knees, dragging you closer, rough palms spreading your thighs wider like he owns the right to. And when he groans against your cunt, it’s low and deep, a sound that vibrates straight into your core, like you’re the only thing in the world he gives a damn about.

“Hold still, sweetheart.” His voice is muffled against your skin, thick with heat.

His mouth seals over your clit, tongue working in those same slow, unrelenting circles - tight, practiced, maddening - like he’s tracing his initials into your insides. Every flick feels wetter than the last. Messier. Hungrier. And he moans into it - into you - like he can’t help himself.

It shudders through you.

Your hands grip his hair, your back arching, chest heaving like you can’t get enough air.

“K-Keigo - oh my….fuck -”

Your moans splinter apart, tumbling from your mouth while your thighs start to clamp around his head - desperate, trembling. He groans like he likes that too, like he wants more of it, and the sound is obscene.

His whole body is warm.

His skin. His breath. His mouth. The quiet rustle of feathers behind him, twitching every time you whine. His wings twitch when your hips rock against his face.

It spreads.

Heat, thick and low, curling up from the base of your spine and blooming outward. You can’t tell where you end and he begins - it’s just tongue and lips and pressure - so perfect it feels cruel.

“Shit….shit, Keigo.”

He hums again, like he’s satisfied. Like he knew you were close.

But he pulls back at the last second.

Your whole body jolts - your orgasm teetering right at the edge, breath caught in your throat.

“Mm-mm.” He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, tongue darting out to taste the skin there. “Not yet, pretty thing.”

You whimper, one hand clawing at his hair. “Keigo, please -”

“You’ll come when I say so.” He smirks, voice a low hum against your leg. “Don't you want to be a good little assistant and do what I say when I say?”

He dips back down - mouth hot, tongue insistent, circling your clit again with just enough pressure to make you cry out, arching so hard your spine curves off the bed. You’re right there - dizzy, clenching, grinding against his mouth like it’s instinct.

And then he stops again. Just enough to make you whine.

“Keigo…please, please, please…”

“Alright, fine. Go on, sweetheart." He mutters, voice muffled, lips brushing your clit. “Come for me. Come all over my tongue.”

You don’t even get the chance to answer.

It hits fast, harder than you expect - your thighs squeezing tight around his head, your body seizing up as your orgasm rips through you. You pant his name, nails raking down his scalp, your hips grinding helplessly against his face as he groans into you like he never wants to come up for air.

He licks it all up - every drop of slick, every broken sound you make - slow and greedy, like he's memorizing the taste of you.

When you finally go limp, thigh muscles twitching, he pulls back slowly, reluctantly. His lips are pink, glistening. His chest rises and falls in deep, uneven breaths.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then tilts his head, grinning, cocky.

“Still thinkin’ about agency rules?” He asks, voice hoarse but teasing.

You can barely breathe, let alone glare. So you just shake your head.

“Good.” He leans forward, kissing the inside of your knee.

He rises, smooth and effortless, standing at the foot of the bed as he strips. First the belt. Then the shirt. Then the pants, slow and deliberate.

You watch him with half lidded eyes - your body still humming, legs weak, mouth parted.

He’s all muscle and lean heat, every line of him graceful but solid. His wings stretch and fold behind him as he crawls onto the bed, lips brushing yours. You taste yourself on his tongue. You moan into his mouth.

Then you tug him down to you, roll him onto his back. He lets you - lets you climb over him, straddle him, bare thighs bracketing his hips.

“Takin’ control, huh?” He says.

You shrug. "Maybe I want a turn being boss."

He groans softly, hands sliding up your thighs like instinct, palms rough and reverent.

“Good, it's hot when you boss me around.” His voice is hoarse, but still light. “Gonna write that into your next performance review.”

You laugh and reach down, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock. He’s already hard and twitching for you, thick and dragging heat along your palm.

“Better give me five stars." You murmur, watching his face as you drag the head of his cock through your slick folds - once, twice, deliberately slow.

The wet sound of it makes him suck in a breath, hips jolting up just a little like he can’t help it.

“Fuck.” He breathes, teeth gritting.

You smirk, rolling your hips forward so the head catches at your entrance, but you don’t sink down yet. Not fully. You hold there, pressed against him, grinding just enough to make him twitch again.

“What’s wrong?” You tease. “You looked so smug a second ago.”

His hands flex against your thighs, but he doesn’t force it - lets you take your time, lets you draw it out. But his jaw’s tight now, his abs tense, breath shallow.

“You tryin’ to kill me?” He mutters, voice strained.

“No." You say, blinking all innocent as you finally start to sink down - inch by slow inch. “Just wanna watch you squirm.”

And god, he does.

His head tips back, lips parting as you take him in. The stretch is deep, hot, your thighs shaking already as your body adjusts to the thickness of him. He feels impossibly big from this angle, pushing into you slow and steady, filling you so deep your vision blurs for a second.

He groans low. “Holy shit. Look at you…” His hands grip your hips, tight now, like he’s holding back from flipping you right there.

You bottom out slowly, thighs trembling as you seat yourself fully - your body hugging him tight, pulsing around him.

After a moment, you shift your weight - grinding your hips in a slow circle once you're fully seated, and it draws a groan out of Keigo that sounds like it’s been pulled from the center of his chest.

“Fuck." He mutters, his fingers digging into your thighs. “You feel so good.”

You start to move, slow at first. A slow rock. A grind. The slick sound of it fills the room, punctuated by the soft creak of the bed and the shallow catch of his breath. His hands slide up your waist again, thumbs stroking over your skin.

“That’s it." He murmurs, breath hot. “Just like that, baby. Ride me.”

You move again, a little harder this time, the wet slide of him inside you hitting deeper with every grind. His head tips back, exposing his throat, and the city light through the window casts over his whole body. His chest rises and falls fast now, sweat glinting off his collarbones, his wings twitching behind him like they’re too overwhelmed to stay still.

“You okay?” You murmur, teasing, your hands planted on his chest for balance as you roll your hips again, harder now - sharp enough to make his breath catch.

“Okay?” He laughs, but it’s strained. “I’m fuckin’ great. I’m-” He cuts himself off with a groan as you slam down a little faster, a little rougher. “God, you’re somethin’ else…”

You grin, grinding down again, feeling the head of his cock drag against that spongy spot inside you. You clench around him just to hear the choked sound he makes - and god, it’s worth it.

You bounce harder - louder now, messier, slick and wet and echoing in the dark. His hands slide to your hips, but he doesn’t take control - not yet. He just lets you use him, eyes locked on the place where your bodies meet like it’s his new religion.

“Look at you…” He breathes. “Dripping all over my cock. Fuckin’ made for it.”

You moan, grinding down against him, chasing friction where his skin is hot between your thighs. His thumb brushes your clit again, teasing, circling, and you stutter - pace faltering for a second as the heat builds faster.

"There it is." He pants, smirking.

You can only manage a choked moan. Then you reach out, dragging your nails gently along the base of his wing - just to feel him jolt.

He hisses through his teeth, hips bucking up into you without warning, a curse catching in his throat.

“Shit. Baby, don’t…”

“Don’t what?” You hum, doing it again. “This?”

“Fuck.” He groans, one hand slamming against the mattress for control.

And that’s when it happens.

He loses it a little - hips starting to move beneath you, fucking up into you now, harder and rougher. The bed shudders under the rhythm, his wings flaring out wide behind him as he grips your hips like he can’t take it anymore.

“You wanna tease?” He huffs, voice wrecked. “Alright, sweetheart. Your turn to squirm.”

He sits up without warning, mouth crashing to yours, one arm banding around your back as the other grabs your ass, holding you flush against him as he drives up into you.

You cry out into his mouth, nails clawing into his shoulders as he grinds into you deep.

The angle hits different now - deeper, sharper - dizzying. You roll your hips to meet his thrusts and he groans like it’s killing him.

“You gonna come for me again?” He whispers against your lips, his voice hot and cocky and almost gentle. “My pretty little assistant gonna paint my cock white?”

You whimper, nodding, your movements getting sloppier now, more desperate. That coil in your gut tightens again - too fast, too much - and he feels it. Feels you start to clamp down on him, walls fluttering, thighs shaking.

It crashes over you hot and blinding. He moans right through it, watching your face as your whole body clenches around him, hips grinding down as you ride it out with his name broken and breathless on your tongue.

He follows you a second later, his head falling forward into your neck, hips stuttering as he groans through gritted teeth. Hot and deep and full. His whole body tight, then shaking, then softening.

You both stay like that for a long moment - breathing hard, skin damp, limbs tangled.

His forehead pressed against your shoulder, arms still around your waist.

“That's promotion worthy.” He mumbles eventually, lips brushing your collarbone.

You laugh weakly. “Good, I could use the raise."

"I'll give you anything you want."

You stay there for a while - sprawled across his chest, flushed and slick, heart still beating hard against his. His arms are loose around you now, fingertips drawing lazy circles down your spine. His cock is still inside you, twitching slightly, warm and deep.

Neither of you speaks.

Until he shifts.

Keigo curls an arm around your waist and rolls, flipping you underneath him in one smooth motion. Then he lifts his weight up onto his knees, rolls his hips once, slow and thick, and your body jolts from the inside out.

“Still with me, pretty girl?” He murmurs.“Or did I fuck you too dumb already?”

You try to answer, but it comes out like a gasp - your hips tilting up into his on instinct as he starts to move again. A slow, steady rhythm. Deep. Smooth.

His eyes never leave your face.

“You’re so beautiful.” He groans, one hand running up the outside of your thigh. “So fuckin’ sweet like this.”

You shiver when his fingers hook under your knee, and then he lifts your leg again, drapes it over his shoulder, leans down and kisses your calf so gently it feels like a tease.

Then his mouth opens and he sucks a little mark into your skin, just under the bend of your knee, his tongue warm and slow.

You moan and he smiles against your skin.

“That’s it.” He pulls back enough to look at you, eyes heavy. “Give me those little sounds. I need ’em.”

He shifts his weight and grabs your other thigh now, firm and possessive, and throws your other leg up to join the first, fully folding you in half beneath him.

Your breath catches. You can feel everything. The stretch. The depth. The burn.

Keigo groans. “Fuck, baby…this angle.” He huffs, cock dragging along your walls. “You’re squeezin’ me so tight. Feels too fuckin’ good…”

His hands press down against the backs of your thighs, holding them in place, keeping you folded. He’s over you now, panting, eyes dark and hungry as he starts to thrust harder. The rhythm picks up again - thick, slick, loud. Skin meeting skin. The wet sound of your cunt sucking him in, over and over.

And your little noises come back fast. Those whimpers. Those soft cries. The hitched little gasps that escape every time his cock slams deep, bottoming out right against that spot that makes your eyes roll.

“That’s my girl.” He doesn’t smirk this time - he just watches you with a raw kind of awe. “Been thinkin’ about this since the moment I saw you walk into my office.”

He’s not teasing now. He means it.

“My perfect little assistant." He murmurs, thrusting harder. “Knew you’d feel like this. Knew you’d look like this. Cryin’ on my cock.”

You whine, louder, and his head drops, mouth open against the inside of your thigh as he grinds into you, eyes flicking up to watch your face.

“Come on, baby.” He licks his lips. “Just one more.”

You don’t even hear yourself when you come again. It tears through you hard - hotter than the last, sharper. You clamp down around him, thighs shaking where they’re still braced over his shoulders, and everything goes white at the edges. You see stars.

Your mouth falls open but no sound comes out at first. Just a broken breath. A gasp. Your hands claw at the sheets, head tipped back against the pillow.

And he follows fast.

Keigo drops his weight into the thrust, buries himself as deep as you’ll take him - and groans into the curve of your neck, low in his throat. His hips stutter, and he doesn’t try to pull out.

He just comes inside you again. Thick, full, and deep.

You twitch under him - overstimulated, hips jerking away - and he groans at the feel of it. His cock still pulsing, still buried inside you, twitching with every tiny movement.

"Sorry, baby.” He mutters against your skin.

You flinch again.

He smirks, just a little. Can’t help it. “Too much?”

You nod, barely.

And that’s when he finally pulls out. Slow. Gentle. Careful not to press too hard as your body tenses again at the sensitivity.

He looks down for a second - at the mess between your thighs, at his pearly cum leaking out of your folds and it hits him all at once.

Maybe I should’ve worn a condom.

Yeah.

Probably.

He’ll worry about it later.

Keigo eases off the bed and pads into the bathroom. He comes back a moment later with a warm washcloth and kneels beside you.

“Hey,” He murmurs softly, brushing your thigh. “Lemme clean you up, yeah?”

You hum in response, barely coherent, and he’s already wiping between your legs, slow and careful.

When he’s done, he tosses the cloth into a laundry basket and leans over to his dresser, pulling out the first clean shirt he can find. Faded, soft, way too big.

He slides it over your head gently, guiding your arms through the sleeves.

“There we go." He whispers, smoothing the hem down over your stomach.

"Thanks." You murmur, voice quiet and hoarse.

“’Course.”

Then he grabs a pair of his sweats - gray, loose - and crouches again, lifting your hips and tugging them on for you, adjusting the waistband so it sits snug on your hips.

He kisses you once. Then again. Slower the second time, warm and full.

And then he finally stands, dragging on a pair of boxers without ceremony. Wings stretching once behind him, then settling.

You watch him as he climbs into bed, settles behind you, and pulls you against his chest like it’s instinct.

No hesitation. No space between. Just warmth.

Chest against your back, lips pressing into your shoulder as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in.

“You good?” He whispers.

You nod once, curled into him.

His thumb brushes your hip. And that’s it.

He exhales, then smirks.

Yeah, his assistant is too good to him.

____________

It’s a slow afternoon at the agency. Paperwork mostly. PR check-ins. A minor debrief about some clean-up operation. Boring, quiet stuff.

Keigo’s sitting at his desk, feet kicked up. His fingers tap against his tablet screen as he scrolls through his calendar, mostly zoning out - until he sees something that makes him blink.

MEDITATION - 4:30 p.m.

He stares at it.

No other notes. No meeting room. No details.

Just Meditation.

His eyes narrow slightly. Then he taps out of it, drags hismself from the chair, and heads out of his office.

You’re at your desk, typing something. He leans against the doorframe. Arms crossed. Head tilted.

“Hey.”

You glance up, cool and polite. “Takami-san.”

“Quick question." He says, lifting his tablet and wiggling it slightly. “What’s this meditation session on my calendar?”

You blink. Then smile. Small, sly. “Scheduled stress relief.”

He pauses. Still leaning there, watching you. “Stress relief?”

You nod once. Then - slow, deliberate - you cross your legs under the desk, and then uncross them again. And in the motion, he catches the flash of lace between your thighs.

Lacy black panties. Under that pencil skirt.

Keigo goes still.

Then he grins.

“Oh." He says softly, licking his bottom lip like it’s a reflex. “Right. Yeah. That kind of meditation.”

You glance back at your screen like you’ve already moved on. “Thought it’d help with your performance.”

“Oh, it does.” He pushes off the doorframe, stepping in closer now, lowering his voice. “Might need a few extra sessions, though.”

“I can make room in your schedule.”

He hums, eyes flicking briefly down your body.

“Perfect." He says. “Make sure it’s on my calendar tomorrow too.”

You nod once. “Recurring appointment?”

“Every damn day." He says, already smirking as he backs toward his office door, wings flaring just a little for show. “Gotta stay centered, right?”

“Right." You echo.

And he’s still smiling when he closes the door behind him - knowing full well he’s not getting anything done for the rest of the day.

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[mayeetjim]

This is blowing up on TikTok so i figure you guys could use it here. Since the sims 4 updater by Anadius is being weird for a lot of people, I downloaded the packs manually and people wanted to know how. Heres my step by step tutorial!

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[crazy-hazy-sims]

Anadius retired :/ Anadius left the source codes eith the mods of the Anadius cin.ru forum for anyone willing to take over but that might take a while (or never happen)

Meanwhile you guys can get the updated game from other pirates just fine i'd start with fitgirl but there are alot of people who repack the sims 4 game with updates and DLCs

Fitgirl is a pretty solid alternative its what i used for 2 years straight before i knew Anadius existed

Get the link to her website from the megathread on r/piratedgames subreddit DO NOT get it from Google you might get a fake website.

Thank you Anadius for all that you did im sorry people were asshole to you till the end :/ i hope you have a good one from now on.

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hi everyone, it feels awful to be in this situation but what else is community for if not lifting each other up?

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though i have a decent income, i have already paid out of pocket a for several vet exams needed to find the tumor as well as another major surgery she needed this year. i also just had to move cross-country. that said, my savings are tapped out and it looks like we’ll have to take out a massive loan to try and cover things.

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EA please give us bands, I can't take this shit anymore :(

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EA. I got my fairies. Now let me give my fairies a band so I can live my Chaos Angel dream.

[sims4studioofficial]

Studio updates for Enchanted By Nature

Hi all, both versions of Studio (Star and Aurora) are updated for the new expansion pack. Both versions include batch fixes to enable or disable custom content for fairies and to update CAS pre-sets to be usable by fairies.

Choose your version to download HERE.

[itsbrandysims]

"COCO" bohemian mohawk braids

Early access here!

[rosie-tyler]