say it (my name)

by w0lfbanes

Summary:

No one walks into their mid-to-late twenties expecting to make pornographic content in exchange for rent money.

or

cam girl!nerissa x anorgasmia!gigi

Notes:

hi. please dont expect updates.. unless i start brainrotting on twt again. then you can expect updates <3

Chapter 1

Working multiple odd jobs left Gigi Murin with a surprising amount of free time.

It was fun, at first; Gigi could do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted for as long as she wanted. Speedrunning Minecraft at three A.M. or taking a nap at ten P.M. were all things well within her reach. The money trickled in as it always did, and Gigi continued to live freely and without consequence.

That is, until she realized how lonely she was. Day in and day out, the only thing Gigi had to occupy her downtime was her laptop. Messaging her friends on Discord hardly provided any relief. Their conversations usually went a little something like this:

[11:25] GGEZ: hop on roblox?

[11:44] ponthera: some of us have real people jobs

[1:58] ScarletQueue: Can’t right now, darling. We’ll call after work.

[02:17] immerhater: fucking loser lol

Cleaning her apartment? Boring. Doing her laundry? Boring. Washing the dishes? Boring. If Gigi wanted boring she’d have a cushy, well-paying office job like the rest of her friends.

The anime she’s thrown on isn’t doing enough to hold her attention, something about a single real piece, and Gigi thumbs at the remote dejectedly. She falls back against her couch with a sigh, scratching idly beneath the waistband of her loungewear. Her skin prickles beneath the scrape of her nails, and Gigi looks over her shoulder (as if she doesn’t live alone).

It’d been a while since she had last touched herself. For Gigi, who had difficulties orgasming more often than not, it was more about the journey than the destination. She was feeling pretty adventurous at the moment.

Pulling up one of her favorite porno websites, something too embarrassing to say aloud dot com, Gigi takes her time scrolling through the home page.

“Let’s see… two girls, one tub? Pass.”

“Hot MILF in your area? Maybe later.”

Gigi pauses, squinting at the next livestream title in confusion. “Watch me DJ?” Hovering her mouse over the thumbnail reveals a background of dark walls and annoying neon lights. Of course, there’s also boobs. Big, bare, and beautiful beneath the pulsing colors. Gigi can admire a gal who commits to the bit, and joins DemonSuccubust’s stream without a second thought.

A kaleidoscope of colors and loud dancing music greets her, cluing Gigi in on the stream’s contents before she can wrap her head around what she’s happened across. There, on the entirety of Gigi’s screen, is the most perfect body she’s ever seen. Her brain short circuits, angry warmth flaring to life between her thighs.

The camgirl’s breasts are big and heavy, swaying lightly with every ragged breath that slips from the depths of her throat. Her abdomen is lean yet soft, muscles twitching just beneath the streamer’s skin. Gigi’s eyes are dragging lower, to the visible tops of plushy thighs, before the call of an angel nearly makes her groan.

“Thank you for the donation, pitsniffer23,” a sultry voice says, breathy and obviously turned on. The woman’s face isn’t visible, but Gigi swears she can hear her smiling. “Love the name, by the way.”

DemonSuccubust has her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, the depth of her arousal audible to every last viewer (of which there are many). The stream’s chat is speeding by, filled with a bunch of desperate, horny lowlifes with nothing better to do on a Wednesday afternoon than watch this girl touch herself. Gigi is no better, fumbling to slip off her shorts the second she feels herself growing wet.

There’s an audible ping from the stream’s speakers, signaling that DemonSuccubust has a new viewer.

Dragging her fingers through her folds, gathering the slick wetness that lay near her entrance, DemonSuccubust’s fingers leave the camera’s view. Gigi groans, embarrassed and so so turned on, when the camgirl pops her fingers into her mouth with a hum. “Welcome in, GisforGonathan.”

Gigi’s fumbling over the keyboard single-handedly before she can stop herself, fingers shaking. If she’s this excited over DemonSuccubust calling her by a fake name, she’s in for a wild fucking ride.

GisforGonathan > dayum
GisforGonathan > this is not wat i thought “watch me deejay” meant
GisforGonathan > ur hot tho

A puff of air leaves DemonSuccubust’s nose, quiet laughter, when Gigi promptly donates $6.90 to punctuate her messages. The wild grin that takes over Gigi’s face in response is stupid and a little desperate. A warm hand slips between her thighs without permission, and she startles at the brush of rough fingers against her twitching clit.

Gigi can’t remember the last time she felt this wet, this desperate, and all she’s done is watch DemonSuccubust finger herself a little.

Said streamer ducks away from the camera even further, popping back into view after a few seconds with a humming vibrator. “Sorry for the miscommunication, daddy- I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Three floors down and seven rooms across from DemonSuccubust’s apartment, Gigi gulps.

—

Nerissa Ravencroft can’t remember a life before she was forced to live paycheck to paycheck.

She’s being dramatic, of course, but every woman’s allowed to whine from time to time. Especially when she’s the cause of her own troubles. As it turns out, owning (and renting out) a music studio was a much bigger drain on her bank account than Nerissa could have ever imagined.

Don’t get her wrong, she loves it— there’s no thrill like the one she gets helping young artists perfect the song in their hearts.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

…Other than the one Nerissa gets from touching herself live on camera for hundreds of strangers, of course.

She’s got her favorite pink dildo pressed against her throbbing clit, eyes going fuzzy at the edges from overstimulation. Nerissa has been live for the better part of three hours now, bass-boosted club mixes doing their best to drown out her moans. The disco lights she’d borrowed from Bijou and “forgot” to give back are strobing along to the beat, urging Nerissa to fuck herself faster, curl her toes harder.

No one walks into their mid-to-late twenties expecting to make pornographic content in exchange for rent money— definitely not her— but it paid the bills and helped with renovations. Never quit your day job, kids.

Nerissa tries not to giggle at her own thoughts, delirious from pleasure as she urges her body to ignore the stirrings of what could be her fifth orgasm below her navel. Maybe even sixth. She’d stopped counting.

It takes more effort than it’s worth to muffle her moans into her palm, eyes skimming over the livestream’s chat. Most of them are familiar faces (read: usernames) that tune into DemonSuccubust’s streams with enough loyalty to make her coo. She doesn’t have a particularly large following, a couple hundred perverts at best, but they love her and she loves money so it’s a win-win scenario.

Her wrist goes limp, allowing the buzzing silicone to slip from atop her clit and barely kiss her entrance. Nerissa shudders. “Should I put it inside?” She asks, watching with barely restrained glee as dozens of names and donations speed across her screen.

Nerissa shifts her weight, bringing her free hand up to grope at the soft skin of her chest. It’s a little hypnotizing, watching them bounce on camera under all of the pretty lights. “Hm, I don’t know. Have I been a good girl?”

ILOVEASS > yes yes yes yes ye!!!!!!
PirateMyBooty > fuck ur ass on camera
pitsniffer23 > show youre armpits plaese?
GisforGonathan > if you cum ill cry
doggystyle > I wish I was that vibrator.

One comment in particular catches her eye, and Nerissa thumbs at her vibrator’s controller to adjust the speed. The humming is loud now, almost obscene, as it works to drown out Ke$ha’s Cannibal. “Aw baby, you’ll cry?” She taunts, pout in her voice and toy against her skin. Nerissa can feel her cunt fluttering, muscles clenching against nothing but air. “Do you need mommy to make it better?”

The viewers start up again, typing things like please and yes mommy and show armpits!!! Nerissa ignores them all, the fog of an oncoming orgasm pushed to the back of her mind.

GisforGonathan > youre the most beautiful thing ive ever seen

And for some reason, that does it. Nerissa’s pushing her vibrator inside of aching heat without preamble, a broken gasp clawing its way out of her throat. Her wrist is burning and her legs are shaking, but overstimulation be damned she will make sure to please GisforGonathan. He’s a first time viewer, after all.

She can’t even keep up the act, whining and keening into the warm air of her bedroom-turned-nightclub as she fucks herself into oblivion. Nerissa abandons her sore chest, silently apologizing to her throbbing nipples, as she starts to clumsily rub at her clit. She can almost taste her heartbeat, heavy and loud against her ears, and Nerissa has never wanted to come more.

DemonSuccubusts’s chat is goading her on, calling her all kinds of filthy things, and she can feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes when she sees that name again.

GisforGonathan > gorgeous
GisforGonathan > can i hear you come

There isn’t enough time to brace herself— Nerissa’s orgasm crashes over her, a relentless wave that draws a pathetic shout from her lips. Her legs are locked stiff (she can feel her calves beginning to cramp) as her hips jerk messily against the silicone of her vibrator. Her cunt is barely audible beneath Zedd’s Clarity, wet and wanting as it tries to ensnare the toy for a prolonged orgasm. She’s so sensitive, so overworked, that it almost hurts to breathe.

Later, when she’s all cleaned up and scrolling through her emails, Nerissa can’t help but laugh. There, sitting pretty at the top of her inbox, lays a single sentence.

GisforGonathan has subscribed to DemonSuccubust.

Notes:

ty to the hololibrary for letting me have worms and bounce ideas off them (and zard for the daddy scene)

Chapter 2

Notes:

their shipname is BEATDOWN btw.

When Gigi joins the group discord call a few hours later, her legs are still trembling. She hadn’t orgasmed, of course— that would be too convenient— but she had gotten close. Closer than she’s managed in a very long while. 

 

Familiar pressure sits heavy between her thighs as Elizabeth talks about her day over the sound of Raora’s screaming. It’s distracting— a not-so-subtle pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Gigi shifts in her seat, accidentally knocking whatever she’s holding into Cecilia’s head.

 

“Ow, Gigi, what the fuck?” Cecilia barks, maneuvering her pill-shaped character back onto its feet. The diamond’s monetary value flashes red, dropping a few hundred dollars thanks to Gigi’s carelessness. Raora waddles past them, dragging a computer terminal along the ground. “Pay attention.”

 

“My bad,” she responds mindlessly, depositing her find into the C.A.R.T.

 

She’s been in a daze for hours, her brain circling back to DemonSuccubust when there’s a lull in conversation. She doesn’t remember the last time she was so… fixated on the thought of having an orgasm. Gigi, more often than not, accepted the cursed life she was born into. Days where she felt the urge to touch herself were few and far inbetween.

 

Liz pauses her story, something about getting stuck in the lavatory without a loo roll— whatever that means… Gigi doesn’t speak fluent British. “Feeling alright, love? I’ve never heard you concede a potential argument with Cecilia.”

 

Raora laughs, shitty microphone crackling. “Maybe Gigi is finally growing up.”

 

The drags some of Gigi’s attention away from her throbbing core, scowling at her laptop screen. “Hey, man, don’t insult me like that. I would never willingly lose my whimsy.”

 

Cecilia scoffs, but there’s audible relief in her voice when Gigi responds. “Just help Liz so we can finish the round.”

 

Nudging her semibot to life, Gigi moves to help Elizabeth with a giant potion bottle. While she’s a pretty open book, Gigi has a feeling that telling her friends that she’s horny out of her mind wouldn’t go over well.

 

—

 

Nerissa’s pouring over her finances for the month with a grimace.

 

No matter what she cut or how she planned, lessening her streaming appearances wasn’t an option. In fact, she would probably have to double her appearances if she wanted to afford new mixing equipment. Business hadn’t been slow, but it hadn’t exactly picked up the way she’d been hoping. Rent wasn’t cheap.

 

With a sigh, Nerissa begins to type out a community post for her adoring fans and their deep pockets.

 

—

 

Raora’s in the middle of complaining about shiny hunting odds when Gigi gets an email. Usually she’d ignore anything that came in unless it was from work, and even that was a coin flip. She’s about to dismiss the pop-up before the sender registers in her brain: the website from earlier. Gigi nearly drops her cup of ramen across her lap, scrambling to enlarge the notification before it can fade from view.

 

 

[Hiya, darlings~ ]

 

[ I’ll be adjusting my schedule a bit, I hope you don’t mind too much 💙

Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday are my new live days! Same time, same place. You’ll be seeing me twice on Saturdays, ten hours after the usual time 🙈

Pictures will now go up an hour later Sunday mornings and I’ll be calling at the end of the month with my highest donor~ ]

 

[ See you tomorrow 💙]

 

 

Gigi swears that her ears start to ring, and the previously-forgotten pressure between her thighs flares to life once more. The thought of seeing DemonSuccubust touch herself again, of hearing her breathy whines and throaty moans… Gigi can’t wait.

 

“Hey, uh, I’m gonna hop off,” she says suddenly, cutting off a light-hearted argument between Raora and Elizabeth. If she wanted to be available tomorrow afternoon, it was best she pick up a few DoorDash orders now. “Y’know, gotta lock in. Make some dough.”

 

“I thought you didn’t work on Wednesdays?” Cecilia asks around a mouth full of mochi ice cream. Elizabeth makes a noise of agreement over the sound of Bobby’s barking.

 

Gigi pauses, drumming her fingers against the faded wood of her desk. “I’m switching things up, trying out a new schedule.” She doesn’t give much more explanation than that, bidding her friends farewell.

 

Reclining in her chair, Gigi lets a steady stream of air slip past her pursed lips. The urge to touch herself, something that usually lays dormant and forgotten, flares to life in her belly.

 

God, what has she gotten herself into?

 

—

 

Gigi’s palms are sweating against the heated metal of her laptop Thursday afternoon. She’s been refreshing her webpage for the better part of a half-hour. She isn’t turned on, exactly, but there’s a palpable excitement thrumming in her veins. It tastes different, but sits on the center of her tongue the same way.

 

She’s about to check DemonSuccubust’s schedule for the sixth time before the blank screen flickers to life.

 

“Hiya, darlings! You know the drill,” DemonSuccubust greets. A pretty blue button-up and light, acid-washed jeans hide the camgirl’s skin from view. Her arms are crossed, pushing the weight of her clothed chest towards the camera. There’s a thin, gold chain hanging from her throat, girlish and dainty. “Highest bidder in the next ten seconds gets to pick which article of clothing I remove first.”

 

There’s barely any time for Gigi to consider donating, eagerly awaiting viewers flooding the stream chat before she can so much as blink. Most of the people watching donate petty change, almost offensively low, hoping to get lucky. Gigi doesn’t tear her eyes from DemonSuccubust’s body, comments zipping by the corner of her eye.

 

PU$$Y > $3.00

LegalName > $1.50

pitsniffer23 > $12.01

ILOVEASS > $16.91

WhoreKnee > $0.99

 

“Alright, cowgirlreverse, pick your poison,” DemonSuccubust says, leaning back in her chair. Gigi vaguely recognizes the logo. Her thought doesn’t advance much further than that before the streamer begins to unbutton her top. “And just for you, I’ll be slow about it.”

 

Gigi nearly swallows her tongue.

 

The streamer’s nails are painted a deep blue, long and well-manicured except for those on her middle and ring finger— which are cut short. Gigi’s cunt throbs, just once. DemonSuccubust’s fingers curl slowly, achingly so, across the surface of each button.

 

Centimeters of smooth, unblemished skin come into view with every passing second. Gigi has never wanted to be an article of clothing before. She’s considering it now. DemonSuccubust lets the shirt slip from her shoulders, revealing the flesh of her neck and shoulders.

 

Gigi’s mind jumps to the thought of what the tan expanse of DemonSuccubust’s skin would look like covered in bruises and bite marks. She shudders, teeth aching all the way down to her gums.

 

“You’re impatient today,” the woman notes, jaw flexing just within the camera’s view. Messages begging the streamer to speed up zoom by. The row of buttons on DemonSuccubust’s shirt come undone one after another, barely giving Gigi time to appreciate the tease. She’s wearing a pretty bralette, dark lace clinging to the swell of her breasts.

 

Gigi wonders if she’ll get banned for hate-posting about the other chatters who ruined a perfectly good strip. Her brain goes a little fuzzy when she realizes the streamer's nipples have grown taut in the time it took to remove her shirt, and she decides otherwise. The loss of DemonSuccubust’s banging body is not worth the temporary relief she’d receive by dropping a few F-bombs and slurs.

 

“Just for that,” the woman says, bottom lip jutting in a visible pout, “…the clothes stay on during sex.” Her painted fingers are toying with the button of her jeans as she speaks, nails tap-tap-tapping on its face. Apologies trickle down the website’s chatbox, but DemonSuccubust remains unphased.

 

“The pants!” Gigi shouts angrily at her screen, a trembling hand slamming down on her keyboard. She’s never hated the look of acid-wash more. “You bastards couldn’t even let her get to the pants?!”

 

With a despondent sigh, DemonSuccubust raises a hand to palm slowly at her chest. “I was really looking forward to touching myself for you, too.” The woman’s fingers are light, teasing, as she presses into the supple flesh of her clothed breasts.

 

A short puff of air leaves her mouth, barely audible on Gigi’s shitty laptop speakers. She mindlessly raises her volume to max, neighbors be damned.

 

“What to do, what to do…”

 

Gigi’s hands trip over themselves, messages forming in the corner of her eyes.

 

GisforGonathan > would u b opposed to using ur mouth

GisforGonathan > mayb

 

DemonSuccubust hums, fingers tweaking at her nipples. A sultry smile, barely visible on camera, sends Gigi’s heart tumbling down, down, down between her thighs. “Now there’s an idea.”

 

From just offscreen, the streamer pulls a sizable blue dildo onto her lap. It’s thick, with flecks of sparkling glitter visible within the shiny silicone base. DemonSuccubust gives the appendage a half-hearted pump, and Gigi throbs. The toy makes the woman’s long, thin fingers look like child’s play.

 

“Is this what you had in mind?”

 

The chat explodes, and Gigi barely manages to slip a response in with the flood of horny viewers.

 

cowgirlreverse > my strip tease..

pitsniffer23 > show pit?

GisforGonathan > god please

LegalName > choke on it

ILOVEASS > anal ???

 

Adjusting the camera, DemonSuccubust gives exactly zero seconds of warning before she’s planting kisses on the dildo’s curved head. They start soft, simple presses of puckered lips. Gigi’s hands start to buzz when she spots a flash of a wet, pink tongue.

 

Gigi wastes no time removing her bottoms, pressing the rounded edge of a little pink bullet against the hood of her clit. Her pointer finger is hovering above the “ON” button, eyes glued to the way DemonSuccubust is slowly painting the dildo’s head with kitten licks. The vibrator slips down her folds, giving away how turned on she is.

 

Taking the silicone between her lips, DemonSuccubust bobs her head with a pleased hum.

 

A quiet buzzing fills the room, and Gigi jolts in surprise. She hadn’t exactly meant to start, but it’s too late now. She’s already begun to slowly circle her clit, eyes half-lidded and heavy as she watches DemonSuccubust hollow out her cheeks with a greedy sucking sound.

 

The sound goes straight down her spine, rattling around between the planes of her hips. Gigi shifts, allowing her bullet to fall from her twitching clit.

 

“This would feel a lot better if my cunt was wrapped around it,” DemonSuccubust mutters, a string of saliva anchoring her tongue to the dildo. “But, well…” She pumps leisurely at its base, taking half the length in her mouth and throat. A quiet moan crackles through Gigi’s speakers.

 

Gigi’s hips twitch, one hand sliding the vibrator closer to her entrance while the other typed.

 

GisforGonathan > ur mouth

GisforGonathan > so pretty its insane

 

DemonSuccubust’s lips pull up at their edges, tongue dragging along the dildo’s underside. How she can fuck her mouth and read comments at the same time, Gigi will never know.

 

Adjusting her vibrator to a higher setting, Gigi pushes the toy inside her twitching cunt with a whimper. She doesn't go far (Gigi had read her fair share of bullet-related horror stories), giving herself a few shallow pumps of soft, buzzing silicone. She can feel her toes starting to curl, so she raises a hand to scratch lightly at her chest.

 

“How about this?” DemonSuccubust says, pressing her cheek against the wet plastic of her glittering dildo. “Guess what color panties I’m wearing; I’ll give you a reward if you’re right.”

 

Pulling her knee up to her chest for a better position, Gigi shudders. She half-watches tens of messages crawl along her screen, eyes never straying from DemonSuccubust’s mouth for longer than a second. Every time someone guesses incorrectly, she plants a kiss lower along her dildo’s length.

 

PirateMyBooty > red~

 

Kiss.

 

pitsniffer23 > show armpits?

cowgirlreverse > idk yelow

 

Kiss. 

 

PU$$Y > pink?

 

Kiss.

 

doggystyle > blue!

 

Kiss.

 

Gigi huffs in frustration, pressing her vibrator against her clit and clenching her thighs to keep it in place.

 

GisforGonathan > none

 

A smile blooms across DemonSuccubust’s lips, and she sits up so that her face slips out of the camera's view. “My, my!” The streamer coos, fingers toying with the dildo’s head. “For being a new viewer, you know me awfully well. Should I be concerned?” Her voice is teasing, amusement audible in the lilt of her words.

 

Gigi’s chest warms.

 

GisforGonathan > im just rly smart

 

“That you are.” DemonSuccubust is moving, wrapping her jean-clad thighs around the dildo that’d previously taken up residence in her mouth. “Meaning you probably know what I’m going to do, right?”

 

Gigi’s mouth is watering, eyes glued to the streamer’s movements. She drags her bullet to press against her clitoris again, wrist flicking in time with DemonSuccubust’s movements.

 

The streamer is grinding, half-clothed, on the wet underside of her dildo. DemonSuccubust is holding the toy in place with the weight of her thighs, rubbing them together in search of friction. Her hands drag themselves up her body to wrap themselves in her hair, tugging lightly.

 

She can feel her throat grow tight, calves tensing, when DemonSuccubust whimpers. Gigi presses down a little harder, jerks her hips a little higher. Gigi’s panting lightly, pleasure crawling up her spine and causing her ears to ring, and she’s just about to slip two fingers inside of her throbbing heat when—

 

“Shit.” DemonSuccubust’s stream ends abruptly.

 

Gigi’s barely got the mental facilities to realize the ringing isn’t bouncing around inside of her head, but coming from her apartment’s hallway. She throws her head back against her couch with a groan, wrist working stubbornly as a fire alarm blares angrily through the building’s walls.

 

So much for that attempt.

Notes:

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