Game Over (The Streamverse #2)

1. Tara

My screen flashed red as I took damage, warning that my health bar was rapidly descending as I came around a corner, looking to press my team’s advantage and move the target closer to the checkpoint.

Easier said than done since my fucking support seemed to be asleep at the goddamn keyboard.

I wasn’t the best OVWatch player in the world, but I was good enough to play competitive matches and get pretty high up the rank tree—landing somewhere in the middle of Master.

My boyfriend, Jesse, was absolutely carrying my ass. His character, Maverick, a cowboy in assless chaps and a hat so big that it should’ve made shooting fuck all totally impossible, ran past me as I crouched behind some crates in the hopes that whoever was firing on me would go after them instead.

Or, maybe our healer would get her fucking head out of her ass.

“I need heals Eva, like yesterday!” I half shouted into my mic, eyes flicking to the chat window to watch the comments sailing by.

doctor_karma: Look out, Frogmire to your right!

Right_asRayne: feeders fr bro

PeapodThePlayful: Gotta get on your game, you’re playing TARAble

“It’s in the name, PeapodThePlayful!” I quipped back with a laugh. “I never promised you a winning streak, just that I’d play.”

Glitched_Attraction69: rough night, little omega?

My eyes caught on the familiar username, a tiny pitter of excitement settling deep in my belly.

“Hey Glitchy,” I said with a flirty little smile, turning up the pouting to a thousand now that my money maker was in the chat. “Peapod is being mean to me again.”

Glitched_Attraction69: :( can’t have that

Glitched_Attraction69: need a mod princess?

PeapodThePlayful: omg relax WK

Eva cursed down the comms, and I had to bite back a sigh. She was kind of hopeless when it came to the game, but she was my best friend, so whenever she asked to play with us I kind of just had to deal.

Even if it totally fucked up my rank.

“Nah, I’m?—”

“To your right,” Jesse called, warning me about the Marksmen to my side, setting up their ult to wipe my ass out.

“Shit!”

In a last-ditch effort to stay alive, I burned my own ultimate, a beam exploding from my sword, transforming quickly into a ball that looked like yarn attached to my weapon as I whipped it around, ready to take out any target within its reach. It only lasted ten seconds, but luckily I was faster than the Marksmen, his stocky build and heavy armor great for carrying heavy-hitting weapons and taking damage, but totally shit at evading quick attacks.

Either by luck or the other team's lack of ability, their healer was nowhere to be seen, giving me ample opportunity to even the field out while Eva struggled to raise my health bar.

“Thanks, E.”

“You know it, T.”

“Fuck yeah!” Jesse cheered in my ear, his deep, melodic voice sending a thrill from the top of my head down to my toes pressed into the soft rug under my desk.

I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling too hard. Though Eva knew that we were together, it wasn’t exactly public information to anyone else. By both of our choices, at least as we settled into our relationship, we didn’t want the pressures of public opinion getting all up in our business. Not to mention, I made most of my money on SLCK’d—an omega-only fetish camming website—it was a real concern that once my audience knew I had a boyfriend at home, and that they were a beta , it could seriously fuck my numbers up.

But that was getting harder and harder to care about. Falling in love with Jesse had been like falling asleep. Slow at first, and then all at once it was just there . Now it’d been six blissful months and I was so smitten… maybe it was time to be public. I could deal with the consequences as they came.

Besides, most of my money came from Glitch anyway—and I doubted that he’d give a fuck if I had a boyfriend as long as I still made time to chat with him every day.

I managed to stay alive a little longer, even as the other team wiped Eva out, leaving us without a healer. But Jesse was so far ahead of me now, there was little more I could do than try to keep the opposing team off him.

The game ended as my health bar was nearing zero, the VICTORY!!! banner zipping across the screen before they began playing through the highlights, including my team-leveling ult—and Jesse’s quick move in on the target to score us the match point.

“You did so good, Tara,” Jesse praised, “you’re really getting better.”

Though it was silly—it was just a video game, and one that wasn’t even that competitive anymore—knowing I always had the full support of my partner was nice. More than nice. It was better than anything I could’ve asked for.

Knowing that Jesse and I just had each other? It was a big part of what made it so easy to click with him. We were always on the same team.

“God this game is so bugged,” Eva muttered irritably, slamming her mouse down hard enough on her desk that I heard it filter in through her mic. “Can we play Murdered by Midnight now?”

I checked the clock, it sounded like fun if I had enough— fuck .

“Sorry, E! I gotta go. I’ll be sure to raid you!” I said, muting our comms to speak directly to my audience. “Afterdark starts in fifteen minutes! Can’t wait to show you the new outfit I got, it’s too hot for Streamverse TOS, I can tell you that much.”

Senpainoticedme: can’t wait!!

NightFox69: b00bz

Glitched_Attraction69: see you soon.

Dirtypillowfort: use the donomachine again

I flipped between screens, clicking over to my mirrored broadcasting software to begin the “starting soon” countdown on my SLCK’d page.

Out of the two platforms, I think I actually preferred SLCK’d. There was less pressure to perform—sort of an insane thing to think when the audience was literally there to watch me fuck myself while I pretended to be submissive, but even so, it just felt more… intimate? More like it was just me and my superfans and less about the general public.

And one fan in particular.

Like I’d summoned him by thought alone, a chat icon popped up on my screen, letting me know I had a new DM.

Glitched_Attraction69: you played like shit today, babygirl.

Tarable: shut up meanie! :(

The nickname had always stroked something in me, calling to mind memories of a stay in a Heat Hotel a year before with an alpha that’d pounded my pussy so hard I’d had to sit on ice for a couple days after I’d checked out.

Not that he’d ever bothered to fucking call.

Annoying, but not unusual. A heat hotel wasn’t a fucking dating app, the alphas that went into those places wanted one thing and one thing only—a compliant omega so heatblind that they’d suck the color out of a dildo if you told them you’d fuck them with it after.

Besides, it worked out in my favor in the end anyway.

Who needed some alpha dickhead who couldn’t see what was right in front of him when I had Jesse?

I waved and blew kisses to stream as I said my goodbyes and cut the feed, taking the little break for what it was and getting up to stretch before rucking off my shirt.

Streamverse had strict guidelines on clothing—anything too revealing or provocative was an immediate no-go, meaning it was heaps of too-tight crop tops and little skirts or shorts for me.

Just barely within the rules, but come on? A girl needed to make a living. And who cared if the guys watching my stream were only doing it because I was hot? I had bills to pay, and money was money whether or not the dude was horny when he gave it to me.

At the end of the day, I streamed over there—mostly—to funnel back into my spicy ‘Afterdark’ streams. That’s where the real money was anyway.

And right now? I sorta needed the money.

Jesse floated moving in together last Friday between plates of salmon sashimi. We didn’t have an official date or anything, but now that the conversation started… I wanted to get there as soon as possible.

But, considering we both lived in one-bedroom apartments, it wasn’t as simple as one of us just boxing up our stuff to move into the other’s place. We both needed stream rooms, and I felt at least a little weird begging for alpha cock in the same bed that I was going to cuddle Jesse in later.

Work-life balance or whatever.

I’d been trying to put some money aside for a while, but my piece of shit car finally decided to croak last week, and buying a new one had pretty much obliterated any progress I’d made.

Something I was hoping to reverse, even a little, tonight. The thought was at the front of my mind as I traded into a thin OVWatch tank top that absolutely showed my nipples through the white material and a matching thong.

I knew, at the very least, that Glitch would like it. He always loved when he could see my nipple piercings through my clothes. And even though I wasn’t in the habit of letting a man’s preference dictate what I wore… he did pay my rent.

A girl could make some exceptions.

It was a solid, mutually beneficial relationship. I sold Glitch the fantasy of the omega gamer girlfriend who was so obsessed with him that I didn’t care about his demanding work schedule, and he made sure I could pay my bills. And all I had to do was cum on camera a few nights a week and shoot a few DMs daily.

I fluffed my hair in the mirror, rubbing my thumbs under my eyes to tidy up my eyeliner before sitting back in my chair to turn off my bright ring lights and on the purple moody ones I used for the Afterdark streams.

Once I was ready to go I grabbed my phone and rang Jesse. They said they’d get off-stream when I did, so I knew they had a minute to at least say goodnight.

It rang a few times before he picked up. “Hey sweetie pie,” they sang through the receiver. “Great stream.”

I snorted, rolling my eyes, “Yeah, right. You must love me to think that playing was good.”

“I do,” he confirmed with a light laugh that made me want to crawl right into his lap. “But you are playing better,” he assured. I could hear him rustling around, probably getting his post-stream snack—a mini bag of sour watermelon candy. Most streamers had some kind of pre- and post-ritual, and Jesse’s post always involved sour watermelon candy.

“I sucked,” I insisted, “but that’s fine, I’m not there to be the best, I’m there to draw in subs.”

“Eyes always on the prize,” he teased, speech a little muffled by the candy in his mouth. Though Jesse was a great streamer and very business minded, he was skilled at the game on top of being entertaining. Meaning a lot of his audience showed up and supported him because they loved watching him kick ass. “Your Afterdark stream has to be starting soon right?”

I looked at the timer, counting down the final five minutes. “Yeah, I just wanted to hear your voice. This whole not living together thing, I’d never thought about it much before, but it’s kinda bullshit babe.”

“Absolutely bullshit, sweets.” They laughed. “Come over tomorrow? I’ll cuddle you so fuckin’ good that you forget you missed me in the first place?”

“Sounds like heaven,” I drew out the last word with a groan. “I only have Afterdark tomorrow, so I’ll start it early and come over with pizza after?”

“You know what that sounds like, sweets?”

“No, what?”

“A date.” Jesse purred and I could practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Okay, Casanova,” I teased. “Miss me bad enough to watch tonight?”

“Nah, you know I don’t.”

“I know,” I said with a smile. “Prefer the real thing.”

“You’re not you on it anyway, and I think that my aggressive, dominant omega is way hotter.”

When we met, Jesse didn’t know I was a SLCK’d streamer. It was actually something I was pretty nervous to tell him. It was one thing to stream games, it was something else altogether to date a pornstar. I hadn’t dated much since starting in the industry, and definitely not serious enough with anyone to share that side of my life with them.

There were certain safety risks that came with being an unattached omega. Safety risks that transformed into entirely new problems when you were also— moderately —famous.

But after the first month with Jesse, I knew this was going to be a more long-term thing. Or at least I wanted it to be. And I didn’t want to wait and find out down the road that they weren’t interested in dating a sex worker.

Not that Jesse gave a fuck. I’d been so nervous to tell him that I’d been acting like a freak for our entire date. And by the time I worked up the courage to tell him, my palms were so sweaty I dropped an entire milkshake directly into his lap.

Cookies and cream totally fucked his favorite pair of shorts.

I frantically tried to explain my job to him, word-vomiting everything down to the mechanics of how my fuckmachine worked while I tried to mop up the mess. He’d been so quiet, so still that I was sure we were done for—but by the time I stopped talking long enough to take a breath he was laughing.

Cackling, really. But that wasn’t the point.

Turns out I’d been acting so fucking weird all night that he’d thought I was planning on breaking up with him.

He couldn’t care less what I did for work, as long as I enjoyed it.

Inky—my pudgy black cat named after the Pac-Man ghost—meowed loudly, rubbing against my legs and I scooped her up, kissing noisily over her face. “You gotta go, cutie.”

Jesse laughed. “Pervy cat always trying to watch.”

I hopped up, setting Inky down in the hall and tossing one of her bell-filled ball toys along to my living room, sending her off running so I could shut the door.

“She gets lonely, you could come chill with her?”

“Oof, and listen to you come without being able to help?” Jesse’s candy wrapper crackled through the phone. “No-go, sweetie pie. Have a good stream and I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, love you.”

“I love you, make them work for it!”

We hung up and I checked my timer. Two more minutes.

I rushed through the rest of my pre-stream routine, chugging half of my giant purple straw cup—water only, obviously—and setting it onto my meticulously decorated desk.

My room was as much a set as it was a curation of things I liked. Carefully selected collectibles from my favorite games or shows, and a beautiful, sleek monitor that was as big as two sitting atop my desk.

I’d selected my bed for stream as much as to be practical, a circular mattress with a mess of light, lemony Jesse-scented pillows to nest in whenever I felt the draw. Before I’d been with them, I thought betas didn’t have a scent, but god was I happy to be wrong about that. Soft, glittering fairy lights hung amongst heavy, light, and sound-blocking curtains that could be drawn around my little nest, giving me somewhere to go as my heat drew closer.

Usually, I spent my heats in Omega’s Lust—the heat hotel downtown, so I hadn’t really bothered with finding a place that would accommodate a proper nest, my makeshift method good enough for scratching the itch when I had it.

I flopped facedown into bed, huffing the soft, almost pie-like scent of my beta like it was drugs. Could’ve been, with how addicting I found him.

The ten-second warning played and I got up to turn my monitor and camera towards the bed, opening my laptop so I’d be able to watch chat while I laid back.

Situating myself in a way that made my curves look the most inviting, I used my wireless mouse against my thigh to click my camera on.

“Hiiiii!” I said excitedly, waving to the camera as the chats began to come in. “What’re we thinking about my outfit?”

Glitched_Attraction69: perfection.

GamerDarlingXXX: So hot baby

Fvckyouhardd__: Damn my cocks hard af already

bigcock.91: Tits out plz?

I giggled, letting my hand trail up my stomach.

It was all part of the show. I wasn’t very good at being a submissive little omega in real life… but it was the kind of personality that really drew an audience, the fantasy of a helpless omega slut that wanted nothing more than to be stuffed and fucked and doted on—so a little acting was required.

I knew that all those years trying out for the school play only to end up in the kick line weren’t wasted!

I teased the hem of the cropped tank further up my chest, revealing the barest bit of underboob before letting it fall back down with a little laugh.

Glitched_Attraction69: you look even prettier than usual… heat coming?

“I think so,” I said with a little pout in my voice that was entirely real. I’d never been able to chase the high of having my heat with the alpha that’d taken my virginity last year. The others at Omega’s Lust just… didn’t compare. “Maybe a week off?”

Talkdirty2me: how's the new car?

I twirled a bit of my hair between my fingers as I lounged back against the pillows.

It wasn’t just about the acting I did while fucking myself, it was about this too. Making them think I was a bit helpless, a bit ditzy. Someone who needed to be taken care of. As I did however, I also brought my legs up and spread my thighs just a bit, not giving it all away right now, but offering the little tease I knew would have them staying for more.

“Better! I’m still so sad though, it's really pushed back my savings goal for a new place…”

Glitched_Attraction69: let me fuck you on stream during your heat? I’ll pay whatever.

“As if,” I said, narrowly stopping myself from rolling my eyes. “If I’m fucking anybody on stream it’s not going to be you Glitchy—it’d be my partner.”

The words were out of my mouth before I’d consciously thought to say them. But then it was too late. Messages began to flood the chat, my heart beating so hard that I could hear it in my ears.

Glitched_Attraction69: partner huh? not a bad idea too… but name a price. It’s whatever you want. I just want you.

“No way, I'm not interested.” Something about the way he acted to me having a partner though made me feel a bit better. I watched as my stream numbers did dip, as I’d always worried about, but only a couple hundred, and in a crowd of thousands, that wasn’t terrible. And it seemed like Glitch wouldn’t be scared off either.

Glitched_Attraction69: babygirl, cmon, give me a number.

I sighed, throwing out the first ridiculous figure that came to mind.

“Fifty grand?”

Glitched_Attraction69: deal.

I blinked. “Pfft, as if. You can’t be serious?”

Glitched_Attraction69: absolutely I am, I’ll send you the money in advance and everything?

My face heated.

That was… a lot of money.

Life-changing money.

The kind of money that could help Jesse and me buy a house, instead of renting a cheap two-bedroom downtown.

I chewed my lip, thinking about it. “There’s no way you’re for real right now…”

My AlphaChat pinged with a new private message from Glitch. When I opened it, I blinked several times. It was his bank account—identifying information scrubbed from the statements of course. But one thing was visible… and it had a whole lot of zeroes.

The chat continued moving. People making requests, asking questions about my newly revealed partner, and donations piling in. Requests for private rooms hit my inbox, but I couldn’t think about that right now.

The number in that account was… unreal.

That 50k would be but a drop in the bucket for him.

But it would change everything for me. For Jesse .

Glitched_Attraction69: i’m not worried about a boyfriend, babygirl.

Glitched_Attraction69: i think you should fuck your mans on stream. or even give him head? It’d be hot to watch you get fucked for real. At least while you consider my offer.

I found myself nodding before I’d really even considered what I was agreeing to.

Glitched_Attraction69: don’t worry babygirl, I’ll pay for that too. Now show your alpha how pretty you come while thinking about me.

I didn’t even have to fake it as I turned my vibrator on, running it along myself, the idea of fucking Jesse on stream—of being paid a fuckload of cash—It made me so horny I was already close.

I just had to convince him to do it.

…And make a decision about my heat.