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STREAMER UNIVERSITY
parings: plaqueboymax x black!fem!reader
synopsis: you guys meet at streamer university and he instantly takes a liking to you.
warnings: none
a/n: yes same title as the one i did with gio nd idgaf😭😭😭😭😭😭
✦ title: mic check, 1-2… oops
✦ summary: fanum swore up and down he ended stream. he called her paranoid but when there was banging on the door, they found out real fast he didn’t… w aura farming?
✦ word count: ~3.4k
✦ authors note: listen lmfaoo im on my period ok it lowkey sucks but i cant get this man out my head. no proof read either.
18+ only, smut, soft dom!fanum.
fanum x fem!reader
they had no intention of turning the amp house into a movie scene. fanum ended his stream early after being on for hours and figuring he’d hop back on later that night. he clicked through his windows, turned the monitors off, tossing his headset on the desk like it was routine since he usually reset everything when it was time to go live again.
zyla was already in his bed, stretched out in her bonnet and one of his tees waiting for the second he logged off. her phone was in her hand, but her eyes were on him as he kicked off his slides and moved around like everything was chill.
“you made sure you ended your stream for real?” she asked, giving him a look. “like actually closed it out?”
he laughed a little pulling off his hoodie and tossed it on the chair. “yes, bro. damn. you so paranoid.”
“no, cause one time you said you ended it and chat was still in there talking about some i could hear kai eating,” she replied, still watching him like he couldn’t be trusted.
“they heard kai, not me,” fanum said, climbing onto the bed. “i shut all my stuff down. i’m not new to this. come on now ma.”
she looked at him sideways. “mhm, yea it’s all of that til you mid-stroke and your whole chat get a front row seat.”
“first of all,” he said, leaning over her with a grin, “you assuming we getting that far.”
“it’s not assuming if you kept sending me twitter post of things you wanna try. i know you been waiting to fold me all night and i’m just tryna protect your career.”
“girl, if we getting exposed, it’s gonna be your fault ‘cause you the one that scream like we filming.”
his hands were already on her thighs, pushing her shorts to the side with no hesitation, his fingers teasing just enough to let her know he wasn’t playing. she sucked her teeth and pulled his shirt toward her dragging him in.
“you been acting brand new all day,” she said, sliding her hand under his waistband.
“and you been on dick since i logged in,” he replied, kissing her slow at first, biting her bottom lip and pulling back. “say you not feening right now’.”
“i’m not.”
“you lying,” he said, rubbing her exactly where she needed it, grinning when her legs twitched.
“shut the fuck up,” she whispered, already breathless.
he slid her panties off with one hand, kissed down her stomach, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed, his mouth was on her before she could even exhale properly, tongue dragging slow and deep, switching pace just to get her reaction.
“fanum-“
he pulled away from her slightly, his breath feeling cool while she was suffocatingly hot “you know that ain’t my name mama.”
zyla starred into his eyes seductively, sticking her two fingers into her mouth and pulling them out causing a ‘pop’ to sound from how much spit there was. she guided her hands down her stomach to her clit, and begin rubbing in circular motion. “so what?”
he stared at her mesmerized. a chuckle escaped his lips, “oh that’s what we doing? you got me fucked up.” he tugged his boxers off quickly tossed her arm to the side knowing zyla would rolled her eyes losing the sensation she was bringing to herself.
he wrapped his one arm under her thigh, yanking her towards the edge of the bed. “see this why i be fucking you like i be fucking you. cause why you tryna dominate me?” he spoke in a low tone grabbing his dick, stroking it slowly, exhaling at the pleasure it brought him. “im bouta show you how to dominate baby. matter fact, ass up mami.”
zyla complied immediately, turning around and arching her back as much as she could. her face was pressed onto the sheets, she couldnt help but play with her clit again unable to stop herself. funny thing is, if fanum were to speak to her like this outside of the bedroom here or at their apartment she would’ve been chewing his ass.
fanum ran his dick through her wet folds taking a moment to savor how good it fell on his tip. he bit his lip watching zyla act so desperate to get fucked by him when this was a daily activity for them.
“OH MY-“ zyla exclaimed feeling fanums dick fill her in one go.
he wasnt trying to be gentle, he needed her to melt into his arms. fanum bit his lip feeling how wet she was. “what’s my name?”
“fanum fuuuuuuck.” she whimpered still adjusting while he was fucking her.
fanum slapped her ass hard. “tu sabe que ese no es mi nombre. (you know that aint my name.)”
he grabbed her by the throat, pulling her up to his chest. he pressed his other hand onto her stomach causing her to gasp loudly. she cried out feeling fanum’s dick so deep inside she felt like passing out. it hurt so good.
“roberto.” she answered panting.
“say it again, dilo duro coño. (say it loud the fuck.) no one gonna hear you.” he said against her, lips wet with sloppy sex kisses.
“don’t stop.”
“huh.” he teased
“don’t fucking stop, i’m gonna come-” her back arching, voice cracking, her nails scratching him as she tried to ground herself.
he went hard, deep strokes, grip tight on her waist, chain swinging while he hit it from the back like the walls weren’t thin and the house wasn’t full of people. she was loud. louder than usual. moaning his name, screaming every few seconds, breath catching every time he bottomed out.
“this pussy still mine?”
“yes, fuck, yes! i love you, i love you i love you.”
what neither of them realized was that the twitch app was still running in the background. the mic was still hot. fanum hadn’t actually logged out. and everything? the moaning, the clapping, the roberto, was being picked up live.
downstairs, the rest of the boys were still streaming. “yo why chat saying mute fanum’s mic?” kai asked mid-game, glancing at the feed.
agent paused his screen, squinting trying to hear better. “nah, did somebody just moan?”
chris blinked at the camera. “bro. they getting it in upstairs. i can hear the bed.”
kai’s jaw dropped. “wait… wait NAAAAAHHHH THE MIC HOT.”
“oh my fucking god,” zyla cried out, squirming under fanum who groaned deep into her ear while still inside her.
then loud banging came. “YO. MUTE THAT SHIT!” kai’s voice rang out, followed by straight-up screaming laughter.
“BRO, THE MIC STILL HOT. MY STREAM HEARD EVERYTHING,” davis hollered.
“i turned my headset down and still heard that shit,” agent called, his voice cracking. “you got twitch on parental advisory now?”
fanum didn’t even move. he laid out, breathing heavy, forehead pressed to zyla’s back. he tapped the bed once like he was mentally logging off.
“you proud of yourself?” she mumbled, laughing into the pillow, her voice still shaky.
“nah,” he replied. “but i ain’t ashamed either.”
twenty minutes later, they had taken a quick shower and threw on sweats and helped zyla into one of his zip-ups, pulling the hood over her head and kissing her forehead.
“you hungry?” he asked, smoothing his hand down her back.
“you finna cook for me after embarrassing me like that?”
“yes ma’am. mami aint raise no disrespectful king. your ass just gave the whole twitch world an exclusive and i’m tryna soften the blow.”
they walked downstairs together like nothing happened. like the whole internet didn’t just get a preview. but the second they hit the kitchen though…
“aye look who finally showed up,” duke said, sipping juice like he hadn’t just been banging on their door minutes ago.
“mr. that’s mine,” kai snorted.
“she screamed like it was a studio session,” chris added, grinning. “i thought that was summer walker.”
“aight. y’all done?” fanum asked, already pulling eggs from the fridge. “get it off y’all chest now.”
“nah you the one who got something off her chest,” davis said under his breath, then backed up when zylq threw a paper towel roll at his head.
“keep playing with me,” she warned, sliding onto the stool at the counter like she hadn’t just been folded in half an hour ago.
“you lucky i got me some,” fanum muttered, shaking his head as he started seasoning.
How about reader going out shopping her with girlfriends, with agents limitless black card?
Agent00 x reader
A/n while writing this I’m also watching agents screen rnnn😭
Title: “Only Use My Card, Baby”💋
It started with a kiss and a black card.
You were sitting cross-legged on Agent’s bed, scrolling through Pinterest boards titled “Fall Fashion Inspo 🍂” and “Designer Wishlist”, hair still damp from your shower, wearing one of Agent’s oversized tees. Agent was sitting at his desk setting up his stream when she casually mentioned she might go shopping later with the girls.
“Use my card,” he said without even looking up. You blinked softly . “Babe… I can use my own card.” Now he turned around, giving you a look that Agent look the one where his brows lift like, did you really just say that to me?
“Y/n,” he said, standing up and walking over. “You’re my girl. You don’t pay for anything when I got you. Especially not when you’re shopping.”He reached into his wallet, pulled out his limitless black card, and pressed it into your hand with a small smirk.
“You better max out Neiman Marcus and not feel bad about it.” You bit your lip, smiling. “You’re ridiculous.” You say with a soft chuckle coming out.“And you’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “Now go remind the world you’re my princess.”
You stepped out of the black Escalade with your group of three close girlfriends Ari, Tati, and May. All of them influencers, models, or streamers in their own right. But none of them had Agent00’s black card in their purse. From the moment you swiped it at the first boutique Fendi, her girls were stunned.
Tati who’s mouth is a bit open out of shocked, turned to you with a expression that only surprised, “Wait… is that—IS THAT AGENT’S BLACK CARD?!”
“Nah. That’s the card. The no-limit one. Girl, you livin’ the dream!” Ari who joined into the conversation soon after. May who also became part of the conversation soon after. “I’d be too scared to touch that card. I’d walk around with gloves on like it’s a sacred object.”
You just laughed, scanning the racks with a soft, satisfied grin. “He made me promise I wouldn’t use my own card. I literally tried and he was like, ‘absolutely not.’” “So he’s not just fine and tall—he’s romantic, generous, and loyal??” One of the girls chimed in.
They all cracked up as You tried on pieces and asked for opinions a mocha brown leather skirt, a sleek olive green bodycon dress, an oversized designer hoodie that went straight into the yes pile. With each swipe of the card, the cashier said, “Would you like to bag this or ship it to the address on file?” And you just smiled and said, “Ship it.”
“Girl, he really got you living like a little trophy wife.”
“And you didn’t even have to ask! He just gave it to you?”
You nodded, pulling your long H/c hair into a ponytail. “Yeah… I think he just likes spoiling me. I didn’t grow up like that, so it still surprises me.”
They all got quiet for a moment, watching her talk about him with that glow — the kind of glow you don’t fake. Not with money. Not with social media. Just real affection.
“He’s in love with you. I’ve never seen Agent smile like he does when you’re around.” Tati said as she offered you a kind smile. Ari came right beside you and put a her hand on your shoulder, “Remember when we saw that one stream and he kissed your forehead after you were eating cereal out the pot? That’s love.”
The employees knew Y/n and her girls were coming. They were escorted into a private room lined with velvet couches, champagne glasses, and curated displays.
Employee:
“Miss L/n, Mr. Muktar already called ahead. Whatever you like, we’ll take care of it.” May who’s mouth is wide than you could ever imagine from the amount of shocked that she is feeling,“OH. MY. GOD.”
“He called ahead?!” You just blushed and shook her head. “He’s ridiculous. But I can’t lie… I like it.”
They were walking out with over ten shopping bags, laughing like high schoolers skipping class.
The girls are now teasing you and saying little comments about this stunt that Agent pulled.
“My man still owes me gas money and you just left with a Dior saddle bag and new Yeezy boots.”
“I want an Agent00 in my life.”
“You deserve it, N/n. You really do. You’ve always been the softest one, and look — now you got someone who treats you like gold.”
Y/n’s Vlog – “Luxury Girl Day With My Girls 💕”
You posted everything — the bags, the black card, the fashion haul, your friends teasing you and hyping you up in the dressing room. The comments were blowing up.
“Agent better marry her at this point”
“The way she said ‘he told me not to use my own card’ so casually 😭”
“This is what we mean when we say spoil your girl”
“She’s glowingggggg omg”
Y/n got back to the house and dropped a few bags in the living room while Agent was streaming. He muted his mic when he saw you walk in. “Hey, princess,” he said with a smile, arms already open. You walked over and kissed him, whispering, “I didn’t even spend that much…”
He raised a brow. “You spent six racks at Louis Vuitton, three at Fendi, two at Saks, and another thousand at Sephora—” “Okay okay, I’ll make you a sandwich,” you laughed, sitting in his lap.
“I was about to say,” he grinned. “Might as well keep you fed while you spend my retirement.” You booped his nose. “You said I could.” “You right. You my girl. Spend it all.”
Kai Cenat had an evil twin named Chai Cenat
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give me a summer love pls
IT STARTS WITH YOU AND ME
(Agent 00 x Black female reader)
The night had that peaceful hum only quiet apartments know distant cars, the faint buzz of city lights, and music playing low from a speaker somewhere in the room. Agent sat slouched on the couch, hoodie over his head, socks mismatched, eyes half-lidded as he scrolled through his phone. He wasn’t really reading anything just waiting.
Because he knew you were in the kitchen, singing softly under your breath while trying not to burn dinner.
“Smells good,” he called out lazily, tilting his head back.
You peeked out, spatula in hand. “You say that every time. Last time it was burnt.”
Agent smirked. “Still ate it though.”
You gave him that look playful but pretending to be annoyed. “Yeah, and then you were sick the next morning.”
He laughed, low and deep, that kind of laugh that came straight from his chest. “Worth it. You made it for me.”
You shook your head. He was always like this effortlessly sweet in a way that made you flustered without even trying.
After a few more minutes, you finally joined him on the couch, two plates balanced carefully in your hands. Agent immediately sat up, pulling you closer before you could even set the food down.
“Agent—”
“Nah, come here. You too far.”
You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrayed you with a small smile. “I swear, you’re like a clingy cat sometimes.”
He grinned, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Yeah? But you like cats.”
You tried to focus on your food, but it was hard when he kept stealing glances at you, brushing his thumb over your hand every few seconds, or whispering random comments that made you laugh between bites.
When you finished eating, you leaned back, full and tired, your head resting against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat, steady and familiar, wrapped around you like a lullaby.
“You ever think about how we used to be?” you asked softly.
Agent hummed. “What you mean?”
“Like… before we started dating. We were just best friends who’d argue over who was better at Mario Kart.”
He chuckled. “Still me, by the way.”
You gave him a small slap on the chest, laughing. “You’re delusional.”
He caught your hand before you could pull it back, lacing his fingers with yours. His grip was warm secure. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
You turned your face slightly, smiling up at him. “I do.”
That made him pause. Even after months together, hearing you say it still hit him right in the chest. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and said, quietly, “I love you too, you know. Like… a lot.”
You looked into his eyes the kind that always held a mix of mischief and gentleness. “I know,” you whispered. “You show it.”
He smiled faintly. “I just never wanna take you for granted. You’re… kinda everything I didn’t know I needed.”
You felt your throat tighten a little. He wasn’t always this open, but when he was, it was raw and real the kind of love that didn’t need to shout to be heard.
You cuddled closer into his chest, your fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie. “You make me feel safe,” you murmured.
He kissed the top of your head. “Good. That’s the goal.”
Minutes passed or maybe hours neither of you kept track. The night drifted by in lazy silence, broken only by the hum of the city and the slow rhythm of your breathing syncing with his.
Eventually, he whispered, “You know what’s crazy?”
You tilted your head. “What?”
“I still get nervous sometimes,” he admitted. “Like, even when I’m just sitting next to you. It’s stupid, I know.”
You smiled softly. “It’s not stupid.”
He looked at you, his gaze softening. “It’s like… I know you love me, but I still wanna keep earning it. I don’t ever wanna stop trying.”
You rested your forehead against his. “Then we’ll keep earning each other. Deal?”
He smiled that perfect mix of playful and sincere before pressing a slow kiss to your lips. The kind that didn’t need fireworks or music, just quiet affection and the comfort of knowing it was real.
“Deal,” he whispered.
You fell asleep like that tangled up together on the couch, plates forgotten, TV still on, the world outside fading into the background. Because right there, in the warmth of his arms, the only thing that mattered was this: you and him, and a love that felt like home.