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Iconsimz- Art

Must have vintage glamour for the pictures with Rihanna and the one with the plant, the shades and the statute.

The link below is to the folder with all 5 links for the art.

The actual photos are from artists on tumblr.

@nuretmen @he-who-photographs-rather-ok @itsnigrumetalbum @brucelewisphotography @fotograffika and Darya Polykova on Artstation.com 

Iconsimz- AJ Hamilton Work 1

There’s going to be a lot of work uploaded as decor by AJ Hamilton. I was going to do a huge collection of all of his photos as decoration, but I wanted to see how they would look in game so these photos were my testing pieces and they turned out so well!

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I also reduced their size for the picture using the “bb.moveobjects on” and pressing the ‘ [ ‘ key.

Iconsimz- AJ Hamilton Collection

A collection of AJ Hamilton’s photos as art decor cause the models and the concept of his photos are a work of art.

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Please follow AJ Hamilton @thetogfather on instagram to see more of his amazing work!

Iconsimz- Jwofles-sims Ari Jacket Recolor

20 Swatches Do not Re-upload Mesh by @jwofles-sims (Get it here)

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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

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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Y'all have no idea how happy I was when South of Midnight won an award at the Game Awards 😭🩵 Can't wait for the game to hit PS5 and the Switch in the spring so others can finally experience it 🥹

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.

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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.”

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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.

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Belaloallure_Momentum CC Collection

Hey everyone , the momentum cc collection is a men tops collection that combine sporty,retro and modern vibe .

NOTES :

new meshes

all LOD

custom thumbnail

HQ compatible

Please do not re upload or claim as yours

feel free to re color but do not include the mesh .

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