#nettspend

Nettspend x reader

Summary: Your private tape with Nettspend leaks, shocking the internet with the wild contrast to your shy persona.

A/N: This oneshot might be detailed. NOT PROOFREAD

Word count: 2600

TW: MDNI, leaked tape, recording, spanking, praise, degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, food play, submissive!reader, use of daddy, choking (tell me if i forgot some)

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@RapsAndRumors

#Nettspend’s team is reportedly scrambling after a private video of the rapper and his rumored girlfriend was leaked online early this morning. 🚨

While the 19 years old artist has kept his new relationship relatively low-key, fans immediately recognized the girl from a few rare public sightings and his inner circle's spam accounts. The video, which appears to be screen-recorded from a private archive, has already racked up millions of views across Twitter and Telegram despite copyright strikes taking down major links.

Sources say his management is threatening legal action against anyone reposting the media. Neither Nettspend nor his girlfriend have spoken out yet, and both have currently deactivated their Instagram comments. Thoughts? 👇

Comments

↳ NAHHH I JUST SAW IT LMAOOO HE IS WINNING THO SHE IS BAD ASFF 🔥😭 

↳ Wait isn't she the super shy girl that was hiding from the paparazzi at the airport last month?? Oh I know she is losing her mind rn i feel so bad omg 😢 

↳ leaks hitting the vault and the bedroom now?? underground scene is cooked 

↳ drop the link bro who got it 

↳ wait is that a nipple piercing??? i didn't expect that from her at all omg she's full of surprises hidden under those oversized hoodies 😭🔥 

↳ if you’re dating a famous rapper this is what comes with it shrug 🤷‍♂️ 

↳ she really held the camera herself while he was hitting it from the back 💀 that part had my jaw 

↳ I feel so bad for her :( she always looks so shy and anxious whenever the paparazzi catch them together. Imagine waking up and finding out millions of strangers are looking at you like that. 

↳ bro when he poured the honey on her i actually gasped 💀 

↳ Istg if Nett finds out who leaked this it’s over for them. But fr who has the link?? DM me 👀 

↳ she is literally body goals wtf... no wonder he never lets her post on social media he wanted her all to himself 

↳ that headboard was fighting for its life 💀 nett was not playing around he really handled that 

↳ it’s the contrast for me... she looks so innocent and quiet in public but in the video she was completely different 

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Gunner caresses your cheek with his thumb, keeping his other hand steady as he points the phone down at you. The white glare of the recording light reflects in your eyes.

"You look beautiful right now," he says, his voice low and quiet for the camera. "So pretty and so quiet for me."

You look up at him from your spot on the floor, your fingers resting on his knees. You bite your lip, your chest rising and falling as you wait.

"I'm going to make you forget about everything else," he murmurs, tilting the camera slightly to capture the way you look up at him. "I'm going to take your clothes off, put you on the bed, and touch you until you're shaking. And I'm recording all of it so you can see exactly how good you look when you're mine."

He lowers his hand to touch your chin, tilting your head back a little more. He keeps the lens focused right on your face, capturing every shift in your expression.

"Open your mouth for me, baby," he commands quietly.

You open your mouth slightly, your breath hitching as the phone flash catches the movement. Gunner runs his thumb over your bottom lip, keeping the camera perfectly still in his other hand.

"Good girl," he praises, a small, dark smile touching his lips. "So obedient for me tonight."

He pulls his hand back from your face, moving the camera down to track the front of your clothes.

"Take your shirt off," he commands, his voice dropping an octave. "Show me what you're hiding."

You reach down and pull the hem of your shirt up over your head, tossing it onto the floor. You sit there in just your bra, your face flushing under the bright light of the phone lens. Gunner leans in closer, the camera zooming in slightly on your chest.

"You're so perfect, Y/N," he murmurs, his eyes scanning your body through the screen. "Now reach back. Take off the bra."

Your hands shake a little as you reach behind your back, unhooking the clasp. You slide the straps down your shoulders and pull the fabric away, exposing your bare chest to the camera. The bright flash instantly catches the glint of the metal barbell piercing your nipple.

Gunner lets out a low, ragged breath behind the phone. He lowers his free hand to gently trace the skin just above the piercing, making your goosebumps rise.

"Fuck, look at that," he whispers, tilting the phone so the lens captures the exact contrast of his big hand against your pale skin, centering the piercing right in the frame. "You are so fucking hot.”

"Look up at the camera, Y/N," Gunner commands, his fingers lingering on your skin.

You lift your gaze to the lens, the bright light blinding you for a second.

"Tell me whose body this is," he mutters, keeping the phone steady as he records your face. "Say it out loud so the camera hears it."

You swallow hard, your face burning as you look into the light. "It's yours, Gunner," you whisper. "Everything is yours."

"Say it cleaner," he presses, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to fuck me," you breathe out, your voice trembling. "Please."

"Good girl," he murmurs, his dark eyes flashing with satisfaction behind the screen.

He pulls his hand back and stands up, backing away a few steps while keeping the camera focused entirely on you. He frames your whole body in the shot as you sit on the floor.

"Get up," he orders quietly. "Go to the bed."

You stand up on weak legs, walking over to the mattress. The mattress sinks slightly under your weight as you climb onto it.

"Turn around and bend over for me," Gunner commands, stepping closer to the edge of the bed. He holds the phone up high, angling the camera down to capture you from behind. "Put your hands flat on the sheets and arch your back."

He holds the phone steady as he angles the camera down at your lower back. His eyes track the line of your spine down to your underwear, where the thin fabric is already darkened and soaked through from how wet you are.

"Look at that," he mutters, zooming the camera in on the damp patch. "You're dripping just from talking to me."

Without warning, he brings his free hand down, slapping your bare thigh and the side of your hip. The sharp sound echoes in the quiet room, leaving a sudden flush of red on your skin. You let out a small gasp, your hips instinctively twitching up against the sheets.

"Stay still," he commands, keeping the camera locked on the view.

He reaches onto the nightstand, grabbing a couple of the small honey packs he keeps there. With one hand, he tears a packet open with his teeth, never letting the phone drop. He tilts the packet, pouring the thick, gold honey down the center of your lower back, letting it slow-drip down over your skin, right into the crease of your ass and over your panties.

The contrast of the cool honey against your hot skin makes you shudder. Gunner leans down, bringing the camera right next to his face so the lens captures everything from his point of view.

He presses his tongue to your skin, licking the honey off in long, heavy upward strokes. He cleans it off your lower back first, his breath hot against your skin, before his hand moves to pull your panties down past your thighs, exposing you completely to the lens.

"So wet," he growls quietly into the microphone of the phone.

He pours the rest of the honey directly over your clit and into your folds. You whine, your fingers digging into the pillows as he buries his face between your legs. He licks the honey off you with a hard, flat tongue, sucking at your sweet spot and cleaning every drop off your skin until your hips are shaking uncontrollably in front of the lens.

Gunner finally pulls his face away from your wet skin, letting out a heavy breath. He steps back from the bed, keeping the camera perfectly steady and angled down at you as you lay there trembling, completely exposed.

With his free hand, he unbuttons his pants and shoves his sweatpants down his thighs, kicking them away. He grips his length, starting to stroke himself with a fast, heavy rhythm right in front of the lens. The camera catches the exact view of his hand moving over his hard length, positioned right above your arched lower back.

"Look at how hard you got me, Y/N," he growls, his voice thick and rough as he stares down at you through the screen. "You're such a dirty little slut for me. You love having a camera in your face while I treat you like a piece of meat, don't you?"

"Yes," you gasp out, your face buried in the pillow, completely losing your shyness to the heat in the room. "I want it so bad. I'm your dirty girl, Gunner."

"Say it louder," he commands, his pace quickening as he strokes himself right at the entrance of your thighs. "Tell me who runs you."

"You do, Daddy," you whine, your hips involuntarily twitching back, looking for his touch. "Please, Daddy, fuck me. Put it inside me."

"Good girl," he mutters, his jaw clenched as he leans over you.

He positions the phone perfectly, holding it high so the camera captures a clear, unobstructed top-down view of his length pressing against your wet folds. He lines himself up, and with one heavy, deliberate push, he drives himself all the way inside you.

A loud, unrefined scream tears from your throat, your back arching violently as your tight walls clamp down around him. Gunner lets out a deep, ragged groan, staying completely still for a second to let you take all of him. He tilts the phone down, zooming in on the exact point where your bodies connect, capturing the wet friction on video.

He takes two deep, heavy strokes, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the quiet room, before he leans down low over your back.

He presses the phone into your hand, forcing your fingers around the grip.

"Hold it," he pants against your ear, his breath scorching your skin as his hands grip your waist with bruising force. "Hold the camera, Y/N. Point it down at your own face. I want you to watch yourself get ruined."

You tighten your grip on the phone, your knuckles turning white as you point the lens back toward your own face. The bright recording light illuminates your flushed skin, your eyes wide and completely glazed over with pleasure.

Gunner doesn't give you a second to adjust. He grips your hips with both hands, anchoring you firmly against the mattress, and begins to fuck you with a brutal, relentless speed.

Every heavy thrust drives him impossibly deep inside you. The sheer force of his movements shakes your entire body, making the camera tremble in your hand as you try to keep it steady. The loud, wet sound of your skin smacking together fills the room, captured perfectly by the phone’s microphone.

"F-Fuck, Gunner," you sob out, your head tossing back into the pillow. You look up into the lens, watching your own mouth hang open as a string of breathless, helpless whines tears from your throat.

"Look at the camera, Y/N," he growls from above you, his voice thick and completely animalistic. He doesn't slow down for a single second, his pace turning harder and faster until the headboard is banging violently against the wall. "Watch how wide you're stretched for me. Tell the camera how hard your daddy is breaking you right now."

"You're fucking me so hard," you gasp into the screen, your toes curling as his thumb presses directly against your swollen clit with every downward stroke. The dual stimulation sends a violent jolt of electricity straight down your spine. "Daddy, please-, I'm going to come."

"Take it," he commands, his fingers digging into your waist so hard they leave dark marks as he drives himself home over and over again, completely relentless. "Take all of it on camera."

Gunner’s pace turns completely frantic, his chest heaving against your back as he drives into you with everything he has left. The friction between you is blinding, and you can feel his body tightening, the muscles in his arms locking up as he reaches his limit.

"Hold the phone steady, Y/N," he chokes out, his voice raw and breathless against your neck. "Don't drop it. Watch this."

You force your shaking fingers to grip the phone, keeping the lens focused right on your face and the wet sound of your bodies slamming together. That final, deep thrust pushes you completely over the edge. A loud, broken scream tears from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, your tight walls seizing violently around him.

The intense clamping of your body is the breaking point for Gunner. He lets out a loud, ragged groan, burying his face in your hair as his body shudders. He drives himself deep one last time and holds himself there, spilling entirely inside you. The phone captures the exact moment your eyes flutter shut and your head falls back into the pillow, completely spent.

Gunner takes a few ragged breaths, his forehead resting against the back of your neck as the aftershocks of his release subside. Slowly, he pulls his length out of you with a heavy, wet slide. You let out a soft whine at the sudden emptiness, your thighs trembling as your knees sink deeper into the mattress.

Before you can completely collapse against the sheets, Gunner reaches down and takes the phone right out of your weak, shaking fingers.

He stays up on his knees, shifting his position at the edge of the bed. Keeping the camera completely steady and the white recording light shining brightly, he angles the lens down between your legs. He reaches out with his free hand, using his fingers to gently spread your cheeks, exposing your swollen, thoroughly wrecked core directly to the camera.

The bright flash catches every detail. Your cream, mixed with his thick release, is slowly overflowing and dripping heavily down your skin, wetting the dark sheets beneath you.

"Look at that," Gunner mutters into the microphone, his voice incredibly deep, rough, and thick with satisfaction. He zooms the camera in closer, capturing the slow, messy drip. "Look how soaked you are for me, Y/N. Total mess. I completely filled you up, and your pretty little pussy can’t even hold it all."

You hide your face in the pillow, a breathless, embarrassed whimper escaping your lips as you hear his words, your skin flushing red under the heat of his gaze and the camera light.

Gunner lets out a low, dark chuckle behind the phone, admiring the view on the screen for a few more seconds. He tilts the camera up one last time to capture your flushed face and messy hair in the frame before his thumb presses down on the screen, finally hitting the stop button to end the recording.

{Masterlist}

bf!nettspend x gf!fem!reader

b.g. : you find yourself unable to contain yourself after your boyfriend gunner dyes his hair.

w.c. : 3.8k

contains smut

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nettspend x fem celebrity nail tech

summary: nettspend sees a girl who seemingly knows all his friends. he thought she was pretty, asked about her, and found out she did nails for half the underground scene and more celebs. one appointment turns into a lot more.

smau + text fic

osamason

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osamason love this girl fr happy 19th @y/nusername

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mollysantana

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mollysantana my fav nail techs bday 🎂🎂

user: aw y/n is so cute

user: she is two apples tall

user: what do i need to do to get my nails done by her

↳ user: i’m pretty sure she doesn’t just do celebs nails but she is always booked </3

↳ user: fuck dudeeeeeee

user: you both are so tea wth

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xaviersobased it’s y/ns day today

y/nusername: omg u did me so dirtyy

↳ xaviersobased: mb mb

user: she’s lwk chopped

↳ user: one bad angle btw

↳ user: sub 5 talking

user: mama y papa

↳ user: WTFF? y/n is literally hannahs nail tech and they are friends??

user: who is this girl everyone keeps posting

↳ user: the queen

↳ user: deadass who is she?

↳ user: she is a celebrity nail tech but she just has connections and is friends with a lot of ppl who are ug rappers

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smokedope2016 posted on his story

GUNNERS POV

Y/N POV

GUNNER POV

taglist: @ibelieveinfairyz

⌕ bun is thinking of . . . braiding gunners hair ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

cw .ᐟ weed, foul language, established relationship

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a sharp hiss cut through the room, followed by the sharp snap of the rubber band in your hand. “sssshit, ma, you gotta pull that hard?” gunner whined from where he sat cross-legged between your thighs on the floor of your shared apartment’s living room. some south park rerun flickered across the tv behind him, casting blue light over the side of his face while the dialogue droned on as white noise.

you rolled your eyes at his bratty attitude, fingers already going back to parting through his thin ass hair. you’d told him like five times already to quit moving around, but he kept twitching every few seconds like he had ants crawling up his jeans. with how much he kept jerking his head away every time you tried to section his hair, he was lucky the rubber band snapping his scalp was the worst thing happening to him.

“then sit still,” you muttered, giving the section in your hand another tug just to hear him complain under his breath again. sure enough he huffed but didn’t move from where he’d been resting his temple against the warm skin of your inner thigh, tongue peeking past rosy lips as he carefully packed the pink sparkly bowl, the words ‘sativa slut’ printed on the side in gold font (yours, obviously) with the result of his repeated efforts of grinding his own bud.

he finally got the lighter to catch after a few stubborn tries, brows drawn together in that soft, concentrated way you always pretended not to find endearing. the bowl cracked to life under the flame, pink rhinestones blinking stupidly pretty in the low bedroom light like they knew they were being watched. like they knew they were yours.

he took a slow pull, shoulders dropping the second it hit, all that tension melting out of him in real time while your fingers kept working through his hair. section by section, careful, patient, like you had nowhere else to be. your nails skimmed his scalp every so often just to feel the way he reacted, quiet hums, little shifts closer into your touch.

“don’t make it uneven,” he muttered around the exhale, voice roughened into something soft and lazy. he tipped his head back against your stomach anyway, like he trusted you more than his own complaint. the braid already hung over his shoulder, a little messy from how often he kept moving for “one more hit,” like you weren’t literally mid-assembly.

“i told your ass to stay still, green,” you murmured, teeth catching on a micro band as you pulled it from your lips, fingers nudging his head back into place with gentle insistence. he rolled his eyes at the use of his middlename like it didn’t make something warm flicker behind them, but he still went still for you, sighing dramatically as you smoothed another section down.

“yes, ma’am,” he said quietly, too sweet to be serious. then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he tilted the pink princess bowl toward you without even looking at your face. “here, babe.”

you paused mid-braid. he didn’t move this time. just waited, patient in that absentminded way of his, thumb still resting against the lighter like he forgot he was holding anything at all. his bracelets clicked softly when he adjusted his grip, rhinestones catching on the shift of light as you finally reached for it.

when your fingers brushed his, he didn’t let go right away. just lingered there a second too long, like he liked the contact more than he was willing to admit, before letting his hand fall back into his lap with a lazy exhale.

you settled back into the pillows, braid half-finished over his shoulder, the bowl warm in your hand from him. it still carried that faint mix of burnt flower and your lip balm on the rim, the same lip balm he’d swiped from your purse thinking you hadn’t noticed. behind you, he leaned back again, compliant this time, letting you have your space. his fingers traced slow, idle patterns against your thigh while he watched you bring it to your lips like it was something holy.

he always looked at you like that. like you were the only thing happening in the room, the only thing worthy and deserving of his undivided attention at all times. you flicked the lighter, shielding the flame with your hand, and inhaled. the ember bloomed orange in the glass reflection, and his gaze followed it, slow, heavy-lidded, softened in a way that made your chest tighten a little without warning.

he didn’t look away when you exhaled either. just tracked the smoke as it curled from your mouth in thin, drifting lines, like it belonged to him as much as it did to you.

“pretty,” he murmured, barely audible.

you scoffed softly through the haze, but he was already sitting up a little, chin resting against your thigh now like gravity had decided that was his place. “c’mere,” he added, quieter this time, hand finding your wrist with an easy familiarity that made it impossible to argue.

you leaned in. this time, when you took the hit, you didn’t just hold it in. you tilted forward, close enough that he could feel your breath before you let it go, slow, deliberate, right into his mouth. he inhaled instinctively, eyes fluttering shut like it hit him somewhere deeper than it should’ve. his hand slid from your wrist to your neck like it already knew the path, thumb resting there for a second before he gently pulled you in.

the kiss came easy.

lazy, unhurried, like neither of you had anywhere else to be. the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his lips against yours, and the faint taste of mint. smoke lingered between you in soft, fading warmth, caught in the space where your mouths met again, slower this time, like he was trying to memorize the shape of it.

somewhere in the mess of it, the lighter slipped from your hand into the comforter and neither of you noticed. when you finally broke apart, he stayed close, forehead resting against yours, smiling like he’d won the lottery.

“you still never finished my hair.” he murmured against your lips. you rolled your eyes, shoving his face away playfully, “shut up.”

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an: something a little different 0-0 i’ve never smoked weed b4 or packed a bowl so if this is like ass pls don’t say anything LMAOOOO anyways i’ve been brainrotting over nettpigtails so i wrote this at 8am, i think im gonna make a perm taglist moving forward…so everyone tagged on here issss going to be apart of that (you have no choice) and i’ll do my best to add people per request!!!