[ 🎉 ] Welcome to NYFame '85, the fame/slice of life themed roleplay that you've all been urging to find on discord!
▬▬▬ ♱ It's 1985, and the world *has* shifted into a new __pop culture__ format. In **NYFame '85** you can become whoever you want to be, rather you're a *established singer* coming back with a new dominating pop-era, a *wall street* corporate giant making money at the expense of others, or a neutral player watching as everything goes on. It's your *choice* to choose.
. . . ( 🏆 ) — 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥!? ➺ [ Fun roleplay, new interactions. ]
⤷ @here we offer a connections and semi lore-based storyline open for public interaction, where players can engage in dynamic events and shape the way things might happen. With unique systems and consistent world-building, every action has actions that impact the world and your character's journey. The question remains, what path will you choose?
⤷ As a member of our community, you should expect an interactive staff team, engaging events, and an overall safe environment inside and outside of roleplay. We hope you have fun @here in our server, and make sure to follow our guidelines.
[SERVER THEME]: Jem & the Holograms[!](https://24.media.tumblr.com/762acb45f8cabfbb949b4d0226d83c61/tumblr_n1y2ozDNlv1sqxlxlo1_500.gif)
[ 🎉 ] Welcome to NYFame '85, the fame/slice of life themed roleplay that you've all been urging to find on discord!
▬▬▬ ♱ It's 1985, and the world *has* shifted into a new __pop culture__ format. In **NYFame '85** you can become whoever you want to be, rather you're a *established singer* coming back with a new dominating pop-era, a *wall street* corporate giant making money at the expense of others, or a neutral player watching as everything goes on. It's your *choice* to choose.
. . . ( 🏆 ) — 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥!? ➺ [ Fun roleplay, new interactions. ]
⤷ @here we offer a connections and semi lore-based storyline open for public interaction, where players can engage in dynamic events and shape the way things might happen. With unique systems and consistent world-building, every action has actions that impact the world and your character's journey. The question remains, what path will you choose?
⤷ As a member of our community, you should expect an interactive staff team, engaging events, and an overall safe environment inside and outside of roleplay. We hope you have fun @here in our server, and make sure to follow our guidelines.
[SERVER THEME]: Jem & the Holograms[!](https://24.media.tumblr.com/762acb45f8cabfbb949b4d0226d83c61/tumblr_n1y2ozDNlv1sqxlxlo1_500.gif)
.✦ ݁˖ shouta aizawa absolutely uses you as stress relief after a hard day of teaching and hero work. whether that be just squeezing the flesh of your thighs or pounding into you mercilessly, heavy gruffs falling from his lips near the shell of your ear. he's been through so much, so when he cums inside you with your name on his lips, he needs you to just take it.
.✦ ݁˖ shouta aizawa is very awkward about affection. he's used to the tough love regime, so when you buy him cute little gifts or cook his favourite dish for him without any special occasion, he simply hums and hugs you tight, trying not to lose the last shreds of his dignity by crying in your arms. it'll take some getting used to, but eventually his hand will slip into yours in the grocery store or park, like it belonged there from the start.
.✦ ݁˖ shouta aizawa does not know how to communicate his feelings properly. it frustrates both you and him beyond limits, but when you see him stutter and fumble like a schoolboy, you cant help but smile at the endearing mess he is when he's in love.
.✦ ݁˖ shouta aizawa takes FOREVER to admit his feelings for you. for months you'd see him staring at you out of the corner of your eye, scared that you were doing something wrong or even criminal. but he just loves admiring you, especially because he can't ever bring himself to talk to you for fear of making a fool out of himself. who knew one of the world's greatest heroes was such a scaredy cat when it came to you?
.✦ ݁˖ shouta aizawa is possessive. truly, undeniably possessive. (before you started dating him) he'd see you getting ready to go on a date with some loser and before you know it, you're laying on your back, pretty dress hitched up to your hips and hands tightly bound by his scarf. you didn't even get the chance to call your date and cancel before aizawa was pressing his hungry lips on your neck, determined to leave a mark just to remind that bozo who truly pumped you full every night. before he can stop himself, he's groaning about how you're his, all his, right next to your ear; his unshaven chin tickling your cheek as you orgasmed for the third time around his thick cock.
.✦ ݁˖ shouta aizawa rarely ever displays any emotion other than annoyance, but when you tell him a stupid dad joke or a well seen observation, you'll catch him smirking while trying not to show it. and when you tell him you love him? he's looking at you like you hang up the stars in the sky just for him.
.✦ ݁˖ shouta aizawa has many flaws, and absolutely does not know how to manoeuvre the world of dating. but as long as he's with you, he's going to try his best.
Katsuki x Cam girl!reader- it’s initially a secret ofc, she doesn’t show her face in any streams/videos. Usually from behind she bounces on a dildo or uses a fuck machine- Katsuki finding one of her vids and recognizing her body?
He ends up catching her- fucking her while she still fucks herself with the toy ‼️
✩ ꒱ girl of his streams — ft. katsuki bakugou .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero katsuki bakugou & side kick / cam girl fem!reader. sex toys, masturbation (f! and m!), oral sex. breaking news, pro hero dynamight discovers one of his favourite camgirls… is his sidekick!?
wouldn’t it be crazy if like you worked for katsuki too. like you were a sidekick or someone lower down in the ranks at the agency n that’s how he recognises you and your body.
the first time bakugou watches your stream is after a rough day — one filled with too many casualties to count and bills for damage that seemed to have never ending zeroes. he doesn’t usually do this, he’s not one to indulge in pretty girls online who have to sell their sex for money but the moment he finds your thumbnail flashing across some shitty porn site recommended to him by kaminari of all people — he’s a goner.
his cock curves to hardness at the first sight of you. curves on display, skimpy lace barely covering what you have to offer. you’re faceless; leaving your lustful expressions up to the interpretation of the viewer as you force your glistening cunt down on the pretty glass dildo that you bounce on. see through enough for katsuki to note how the oink insides of your pussy suction around the head that might be a little too thick for you. that first night; he cums when you do — head thrown back into the leather couch in his office, blonde locks tacked to his forehead by sweat with milky white spilling over tight knuckles and his white fist.
when you find your release, it’s not a show or an act. in the moment, katsuki can tell you feel free. letting pleasure ripple at your shoreline and wash away the day, your sounds are quiet and breathless — a sign that you’re not performing for anyone other than yourself and your body. juices run down the expanse of the toy in which you quiver around, but you don’t stop grinding and humping at it until your aftershocks pass. you end the stream with a crackly giggle and a small thank you. no shout outs, no mentions of donors every few minutes. just you and quiet bliss.
so every wednesday night — dynamight finds himself staying late at the agency to catch your streams. wondering what toy you’ll use next or if it’ll be something mundane like a pillow or your fingers with the cute silver ring you never ever take off. his eyes commit everything about you to memory, the beauty mark on your inner thigh which matches the one on your collar bone. the tattoo on the inside of your right arm and the curve of your Cupids bow which stretches when you mewl. every orgasm he has with his cute little cam girl is harder than the last, thicker and hotter — grunted out into the quiet night like a secret shared between just two.
wednesday nights become off limits, no plans with friends or other heroes. just time with his fist down his pants and wrapped around his aching shaft — until his assistant complains of team morale and his sidekicks not seeing the big boss enough. one Wednesday night becomes reserved for wannabe heroes and coincidentally — no stream notification from you. amongst the flowing alcohol he doesn’t drink and the de-shelled peanuts scattered across the table, katsuki notices you.
bright eyes, shy demeanour and a voice he seems to recognise just a little bit. the cadence you speak with is sweet and familiar, sends a tingle down the spine and to his erection pulsing tucked behind kevlar. your laugh makes his tip ooze. katsuki’s smart, he’s perfect for recon missions and pulling the pieces of a villain’s plan together before it’s even been properly revealed. so there’s not a doubt in his mind, that you’re the girl he jacks off too when he needs a moment alone. a pause in space and time to relieve his stresses.
however, it’s not like he can just … confront you. there’s no proof. except for the sanrio tattoo revealed to him during a sidekick sparring session. aside from the familiar bounce of your breasts when you bound up to dynamight to hand him reports and ask him for advice on your hero moves. he’d know that body anywhere, picturing you while grinding against sheets between missions in foreign countries — imagining you sinking down on the meat of his cock like you do with your array with vibrators and dildos that seem like more than you can take.
proof doesn’t land until bakugou catches you. a late night at the agency when everyone’s been sent home leaves the building void of noise except for the third floor. curiosity killed the cat but this time curiosity rewarded the pro hero with the sight of his dreams — you’re obviously trying to film something. perhaps the pre recorded content you share with higher paying customers — but you’re spread out on a meeting chair with your blistering hot mound on display and your favourite glass toy pumping in and out of you with a crude schlik noise.
“knew my mind wasn’t playin’ tricks on me, sweet girl,” he purrs like he’s caught a mouse in a trap — his tongue rolling over his teeth in satisfaction at the teary and fearful expression lining your features. the hero rounds the wheelie chair you sit on, legs spread either side of its arms and that same glass toy pressed up against your sensitive walls. he’s watched you fuck yourself on it a dozen times before, take the beaded end and smooth dull tip all the way to your womb with the glass growing foggier the more you gush on it. however, absolutely nothing compares to the real thing. the way your spread thighs quiver and your bottom lip trembles. “so pretty, who would have thought you’d be right under my nose this whole fuckin’ time.”
there’s a surge of confidence he feels that he wouldn’t have experienced before — the great dynamight slides to his knees in front of your chair, sun-burnt blush spreading far down his neck as he comes face to face with your sticky, sparkling cunt and greed settles into the fine lines of his handsome face. “d-dynamight!”
“s’katsuki, to you, sweetheart,” he groans, letting lust take the lead on his actions. he’s been picturing you in the back of his mind for weeks, he only associates you with a crazy sense of hunger and the buzz of an earth shattering high. the blonde leans in, sun-kissed hair tickling the soaked skin of your thighs where he licks the inner crease kisses the inside of your knee. he inhales deep, the thick heady scent of your arousal enchanting him and dragging him in. “smell so good… don’t stop on my account.”
katsuki tongues around the toy slipped past your entrance, slurping up what your body drools as though its finely aged wine from a silver chalice. calloused fingers spread you wide so he can see, lapping at the pink hidden between your pudgy pussy lips. “c’mon baby, fuck yourself for me. just like you do on your cams.” he goads you gruffly, especially when you whine at the unrelenting attention from his teeth and tongue raking over your unattended beating clit.
it’s easy to do as told when it’s your boss sucking on the length of your slit like his life depends on it, pink muscle curling around the glass that you push and pull in and out of your cunt — lewd suctioning noises echoing throughout the meeting room and twisting with your whimpers that grow a pitch with every thrust. katsuki bobs his head with the rhythm, cursing against your folds sworn slow sweeps from your clit to your squeezing hole trying to milk the toy as though it’s his cock.
he doesn’t dare hold you down, katsuki’s got the real deal rutting against his hot, silken mouth — just like you do when you’re alone. he lets you smother his nose and his tongue in your sweet honey juices, switch from suffocating him between your thighs to twisting your hips away for some respite from the stimulation. and when you cum, you feel the weight of his ruby jewelled gaze on you — drinking in the way your chest bows towards the sky, nipples sore and peaked and your head pussy streams clear around the musky glass toy pressed against your gspot.
tufts of blonde loll against your trembling thigh, katsuki’s palm smoothing over your belly and between your breast as your breathing quickens because you’ve never cum that hard before. not on your own, not with someone for a collab. he presses down, guiding your heart rate into something normal whilst kissing your doughy flesh.
“next time, you’re gonna let me fuck you for real,” the pro hero promises with a smug and lazy smirk — the ring of his mouth shining with your slick. “put it in one of your pretty streams too.”
end ! likes are appreciated, but just liking doesn’t do much on tumblr! to support and motivate myself and other writers, reply, reblog and comment if you'd like to see more!! — asks are open to thirsts and thoughts! join my taglist ! love you!
[ 🎉 ] Welcome to NYFame '85, the fame/slice of life themed roleplay that you've all been urging to find on discord!
▬▬▬ ♱ It's 1985, and the world *has* shifted into a new __pop culture__ format. In **NYFame '85** you can become whoever you want to be, rather you're a *established singer* coming back with a new dominating pop-era, a *wall street* corporate giant making money at the expense of others, or a neutral player watching as everything goes on. It's your *choice* to choose.
. . . ( 🏆 ) — 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥!? ➺ [ Fun roleplay, new interactions. ]
⤷ @here we offer a connections and semi lore-based storyline open for public interaction, where players can engage in dynamic events and shape the way things might happen. With unique systems and consistent world-building, every action has actions that impact the world and your character's journey. The question remains, what path will you choose?
⤷ As a member of our community, you should expect an interactive staff team, engaging events, and an overall safe environment inside and outside of roleplay. We hope you have fun @here in our server, and make sure to follow our guidelines.
[SERVER THEME]: Jem & the Holograms[!](https://24.media.tumblr.com/762acb45f8cabfbb949b4d0226d83c61/tumblr_n1y2ozDNlv1sqxlxlo1_500.gif)
[ 🎉 ] Welcome to NYFame '85, the fame/slice of life themed roleplay that you've all been urging to find on discord!
▬▬▬ ♱ It's 1985, and the world *has* shifted into a new __pop culture__ format. In **NYFame '85** you can become whoever you want to be, rather you're a *established singer* coming back with a new dominating pop-era, a *wall street* corporate giant making money at the expense of others, or a neutral player watching as everything goes on. It's your *choice* to choose.
. . . ( 🏆 ) — 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥!? ➺ [ Fun roleplay, new interactions. ]
⤷ @here we offer a connections and semi lore-based storyline open for public interaction, where players can engage in dynamic events and shape the way things might happen. With unique systems and consistent world-building, every action has actions that impact the world and your character's journey. The question remains, what path will you choose?
⤷ As a member of our community, you should expect an interactive staff team, engaging events, and an overall safe environment inside and outside of roleplay. We hope you have fun @here in our server, and make sure to follow our guidelines.
[SERVER THEME]: Jem & the Holograms[!](https://24.media.tumblr.com/762acb45f8cabfbb949b4d0226d83c61/tumblr_n1y2ozDNlv1sqxlxlo1_500.gif)
also very specific idea : you have been tasked to make the cocktails for your friends party so your evening is trying to make cocktails in your kitchen, slowly getting drunk over time when trying them, trying to convince bakugou you’re not as he works on his computer on your kitchen island and then sweetly asking him to try every drink you make even though he doesn’t drink.
he’s calling you a drunkard and you’re poking his neck telling him to shut up. he takes one sip of one drink and WINCES, nearly spits it out about to gag and when he asks what the hell is in there you list four alcohols and he’s like “yeah that one’s got to go, tryna fuckin kill me.”
him eating the fruit you’ve chopped up and asking him what syrups he thinks goes with what and since he does end up trying every drink you make, from the tasty ones where you can barely taste the alcohol to the medicinal ones, he’s pretty drunk at the end. catching him blinking multiple times while he’s trying to write an email and you have to laugh at him as he keeps denying that he is.
the drunker he becomes, the more likely he is to try one of your drinks to the point he’s just got multiple half full glasses around his spot on the island.
also includes multiple drunken make out when he plops you on the counter, reaching under your clothes to pinch your nipples and pinch your ass. ends up sucking your breasts at one point. also means you both get horny quicker and intensely. at the beginning before he’s drunk but you are, you’re already looking at him with this love bitten arousal, feeling your heartbeat between your legs. about to start dribbling when he grabs a glass and drinks, some of it missing his lips and running down his chin. he’s quick to wipe it though and gag right after because it’s disgusting.
“that’s what people force you to drink when they want you dead.”
you pout, “i didn’t think that one was that bad.”
“we need to get you drinkin’ better, baby.”
then he’s back working on his spreadsheet of something that doesn’t concern you. it’s the fact his attention is half on you that gets you so hot and when it is on you, it is completely.
he’s either making eye contact with you when he drinks or he’s scrolling through a document. he’s either slinging his arm around your hips as you stand next to him when he sits on his stool, waiting for his reaction or he’s reading something with such intensity he doesn’t notice that you’re silently gagging at the concoction you just made.
soft hiphop in the background. tapping through songs, adding to the queue and saying “shut up” every time you skip one. makes bakugou chuckle every time.
voice gets even raspier when he gets more tipsy. eyes barely open but refuses to admit that he’s drunk. does this thing when he stares at you in deep thought while biting his bottom lip. asks you random questions he forgot to ask you before, “did you end up goin’ to the post office in time?”
and you’re nodding even though he asked that in the same tone he does when he wants you to undress.
both of you drunk as hell, you’re putting another glass to his lips as he’s hugging you to him and he lets you. mouth open, weird orange liquid going down his throat and he stares at you through it. you’ve got this maddening grin on and his cheeks are glowing red.
he didn’t wince. a win. “you liked that one?”
wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, shrugs, “tasted like the last.”
but he tilts his head up to you and you know what that means. eyes half lidded but expectant. squeezes you tighter. you take a second longer than bakugou’s patience reaches and he’s all rough toned, slightly whiny when he says, “c’mon baby.”
leads into a makeout where he tastes like vodka and coconuts and oranges and peppermint syrup and you’re more tequila and almonds and limes and caramel.
This conversation about Jey and his personal life is tired and regurgitated every time a new or possibly old picture comes out with them.
There is nothing new or has changed about that situation and ATP I wish y'all would just stop talking about it. Especially since we don't know if he's still truly married (also, if you don't know the state and county they filed in you're not gonna find divorce records, and they can request it to be sealed. You can be married in one state and file for divorce in another. Quick google search tells you that. (Also tried to find my parents and got nothing.) in this case we'll never know and it's honestly not really our business.
Whether her face was blocked or not, she was standing next to him or somewhere else, didn't go, or was invited by Natty herself, y'all was still gonna have something to say. We get it. You don't like her. Get Over lt.
SUMMARY: inspired by “In The Morning” by J. Cole + this edit + this second edit + see image below + in which cuddling with Jimmy in the early hours of the morning takes a turn when he wakes up with morning wood. 🩷
“and can i hit it in the mornin’? the sun risin’ while you’re moanin’…”
“baby, do you have any idea what time it is?” you murmured sleepily, your eyes closed yet your brain half-awake, as Jimmy slightly tightened his arms around your body and pulled you closer to him, his chest pressing flush against your back while your body fit against his like a puzzle piece.
“it’s 8 somethin’,” Jimmy muttered, pressing soft kisses against your shoulder, as you hummed softly and sluggishly nodded, your body instinctively leaning into his kisses while his hand splayed across your stomach, “time for you to get your pretty ass up.”
“mm-mm.” you huffed, your refusal coming out as a soft whine, as Jimmy grinned a little and let out a soft chuckle, his hand on your stomach sliding to the waistband of your pajama shorts.
“not even for me?” before you could question what he meant, you felt him shift his hips and your eyes fluttered open at feeling his erection press flush against your ass, your breathing catching a little from the sensation.
“…Jimmy.” you didn’t even know why you said his name, but the way you said it — all breathy and soft — told him everything he needed to know, causing a smirk to spread across his face.
“you gon’ take care of me, baby?” Jimmy cooed softly, kissing up from your shoulder to your neck, as he gently nudged your bonnet to the side and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the side of your neck while simultaneously sliding his hand inside your shorts and underwear in unison, his middle finger wasting no time colliding with your clit and rubbing it in circles, “hm? you gon’ take care of your man?”
your lips slightly parted and a soft whimper fell from them as your head tilted a bit to further expose your neck and your hand reached down to hold onto his arm, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows while you spread your thick thighs a little more to give him room to maneuver.
“use your words, mama, c’mon. talk to me.” Jimmy’s middle finger slid down your clit and slipped between your slick folds as he pushed it inside you real slow, eliciting a gasp from you and causing your mouth to part further.
“oh, fuuuck— i-i’ma take care of you, baby,” you whined, rolling your hips against his finger, as you felt Jimmy gently nip at your neck and you moaned at the feeling, his other hand sliding under your top to fondle your breasts, “mmh, i’ma take care of my man…”
“uh-huh, that’s what i like to hear, pretty.”
and just like that, Jimmy had your chunky leg lifted and sat snugly in the pit of his elbow to spread you open for him while his other hand sat wrapped around your neck to slightly tilt your head back, his grip not tight enough to cut off your airflow yet enough for you to feel tingles all over.
his hips rolled into yours into a steady yet deep pace, your ass rippling with each of his thrusts while your body melted further into the mattress. his mouth sat right beside your earlobe, allowing you to hear his groans, ragged breaths, and salacious sentences that had you whining out for more of him.
“you feel so fuckin’ good, mama,” Jimmy groaned in your ear, his teeth lightly tugging at your earlobe, as a whimper fell from your mouth and your hands firmly clutched his wrist, needing to hold onto some part of him to ground yourself before you lost your mind, “love gettin’ into my pussy this early in the mornin’… feel like she been marinating overnight for me, baby.”
you were about to call out his name for what felt like the millionth time this morning, but it came out in a broken squeal instead once you felt Jimmy subtly shift his hips and hit something inside you that had your hips jerking and your vision going starry.
noticing the change in your tone, a knowing smirk crossed his face and he maintained the angle as he continue to thrust right at your erogenous zone, eliciting all kinds of sharp cries and desperate whines from you while one of your hands left his wrist and went to hold onto the mattress instead.
“J-Jimmyyyy—”
“i know, pretty girl. i know,” Jimmy cooed, planting a wet kiss against the side of your neck, as his mouth descended until he reached your shoulder, his dark eyes flickering up to watch your face, “go ahead and cum, mama. i feel you clenching around me.”
and cum, you did — your jaw went slack and your lips sat agape as your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes rolled back, the bridge of your nose slightly scrunching up while your nails sunk into Jimmy’s wrist and the mattress.
“shiiiit, o-oh, my G— Jonathan!” you cried out the government name of your boyfriend as your orgasm crashed heavily down onto you, your legs trembling and your pussy spasming around his dick while your body struggled to handle the aftermath of your intense climax.
“that’s it, baby, there you go. look at my good girl takin’ this dick like a pro.”
