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Confessions Of A Rotten Soldier, Monitoring; NSFW IMAGINE; Sugar Mama! Ada Wong & Streamer! Sugar Baby! Male! Reader

“I expect my money to be wired over by midnight.”

Dark heels clicked against sleek marble flooring as she turned and walked away, her latest task completed effortlessly. All her client had wanted was confidential information from a rival company in order to steal their prized formulas. Not that she cared, but she found it pathetic either way when a supposed ‘genius scientist’ had to resort to such underhanded tactics. Again, not that she cared. As long as there were wealthy people at the end of their rope that were looking to pay her for her services, she’d always be secure in life. After all, the money was well earned and flowing. She couldn’t even remember the last time that she’d struggled to pay for anything. Especially when she could afford an enormous amount of luxuries that the average person could only dream of.

Like an attractive man that let her do as she pleased whether they were physically together or apart, all for a healthy check and cash in his pocket. She didn’t care for the men out there that wanted a sweet, submissive woman by their side. What she liked was a man that knew his place, whether it was right by her side and spending only what she gave him, or turned on beneath her heel. If he happened to be especially submissive outside of the bedroom, that was even better. As it stood, being in control gave her an addictive rush of authority that she'd never get tired of experiencing.

And as of late, she’d managed to find one man in particular that was exactly her type. He streamed from home, playing games or vlogging- but had amassed a significant portion of followers on most social media platforms. He was attractive and always did his best to please her, which she always rewarded. Not that he seemed to be in it much for the money. She could respect the dedication that he had when it came to his work ethic, always streaming evenings from 6pm-9pm each night. On rare occasions, he’d cut it short if he had important plans.

As evening rolled around the next day, she sat on her bed, laptop already propped up and turned on. Warm ivory skin glistened faintly from the oil that she’d massaged onto her body, briefly bending to pull on black satin shorts that hugged her hips, now coupled with the deep red lounge top that she’d slid on earlier. Her phone buzzed low with each text that she received, and when she finally sat down to look at them, she found herself grinning. (Reader) had done exactly as she’d asked him to do for tonight’s stream, like always, with pictures sent as proof. The sight of him on the bed, downward doggy style and legs spread enough to show off the vibrating plug buried deep inside of his body- stopped only by the circular red heart gem base, was exciting. The following pictures, each of him in a different position or stroking his sex, were equally as appealing. Though, what he sent next made her core tighten with arousal.

‘Stream starts in five minutes. Already dressed again and ready when you are, Ma’am.’ He’d sent the message and sat back in his seat, gaze set on the stream countdown. He only had a few minutes to gather himself mentally before starting a new game that had recently come out. Fortunately for him, half of it was just cut-scenes. Unfortunately, it consisted of multiple choice dialogue options and quick time events. That wasn’t even factoring in how difficult it’d be interacting with his chat while toggling between both youtube and twitch simultaneously to ensure that everything was working smoothly.

Still, he adjusted his microphone and turned the LED lights around his streaming room to a low orange hue, helping the background take on a more cozy appearance. With two minutes remaining, he shifted slightly and yawned- the sound turning to a moan as he felt the phone app activated vibrating plug inside of him come to life. He suddenly regretted putting in the largest and longest one that he owned, the sensation of it pressed curtly against his most sensitive spot making him rock his hips on the padded gamer chair that he owned, hands gripping the arms as he rode out the stimulation. ‘Ada certainly didn’t plan to make this easy for me, did she?’ He thought, about to close his eyes and give into the feeling when the startling sound of his stream countdown reaching ten seconds jolted him into action. Sitting up straight and running a hand through his hair, he took a deep breath, schooling his expression into something warm and friendly to his viewers as he unmuted the microphone and turned on the face camera.

“Welcome back to another stream, guys. I’m glad that you all could make it..” As he spoke to his stream and went over the plan for that night and the week’s current schedule, he did his best to avoid looking too distracted. Of course, that was incredibly difficult with a vibrator shoved up inside of his body and a few hundred people, and counting, watching his every move. What made it more difficult, was that he knew Ada was watching him right now. He knew that she’d have his twitch stream pulled up on her laptop, keeping an eye on everything from how his breathing hitched to the way he’d bite his lower lip. His suspicions were confirmed when an hour into the stream, and only about fifty minutes into the game, he got a donation.

MadameRed donated: $300! ‘Your gameplay’s looking a little more frazzled than usual. Have this as an encouragement to do better.’

He listened to the automated voice read the message aloud, cheeks warming slightly. Alright, he’d messed up a few quick time events when the vibrator had spiked in intensity, and he’d let a couple dialogue options pass him by and be chosen automatically when the timer ran out, but only because of the way she was edging him. Nonetheless, he smiled and spoke, knowing that if he didn’t thank her, he’d be punished for breaking a key rule in their established dynamic. “Thank you for the donation, Madame. I’ll try my best!” He gave the camera a brief smile and playful salute before turning his focus back to the game. As the vibrations died down to a complete stop, he sighed with relief. Clearing the first and second chapter of the game was easy- especially as his chat got more immersed in the storyline. Who knew that being a dispatcher for heroes could be so fun?

Just as he began the third and last chapter of the night, each one having taken about an hour to complete, he felt the vibrations spike to the highest intensity. His knee bounced up and hit the desk, his face camera shaking for a few moments as he just barely suppressed a groan. “Sh- Shit, sorry- caught a.. chill.” He paused the game and rapidly bounced his foot on the floor. “Gonna head downstairs and change the temp.. Maybe grab a snack. You all should do the same.”

With that, he closed out his face camera and made sure that his microphone was muted before sitting back in his chair, moaning quietly. Able to rock his hips as much as he pleased, he tugged his pants down and parted his legs, about to finally touch himself until his phone rang. He wanted to ignore it, to make himself finish anyway, but knew better than to do so. With a soft whimper, he clicked on the face-time call and propped it up to show his upper half, cheeks burning with embarrassment for pausing the stream to please himself without her explicit permission. “Ada-” He paused and swallowed, breathless as his hips continued to rock into the plug rumbling in his core. “Ma’am, please, I’m so close.. I can’t..” Yet when he looked at his phone, really looked for a moment, and saw that she wasn’t in her lavish apartment but her car.. his eyes widened. “You’re.. coming over?”

Her smooth voice filled his stomach with butterflies. “I’m in your driveway, actually. Drove here while the vibrator was off earlier and turned it back on when I arrived.” He throbbed when her voice lowered. “Come get the door for me, baby. You told your little chat that you had to go downstairs anyway, right?” Without a second thought, he stood up and almost immediately buckled forward, hands landing on his desk to steady himself as his legs trembled. “You can’t seriously expect me to walk down the hall, down the steps, and to the front door with a vibrator buzzing right against where it feels best without me cumming in my pants.” He was already close to the edge. It was taking everything in him not to let go yet, but what she proposed made his arousal die down quickly. “If you happen to finish before letting me inside, I won’t allow you a single orgasm tonight.”

The last thing that he wanted was to be left on edge for god knows how long until their next meet up. And so he gathered himself, trying to get this done as quickly as possible. If he didn’t think about it, he’d be able to dash downstairs easily and open the door for her. Except the moment that he took a step towards his gaming room door, he felt the vibrator press harder against his sensitive spot. Each step rubbed it around, and by the time that he’d made it downstairs, he was flushed and breathless.

His legs shook as he just barely made it to the door, swinging it open to be met with the sight of his sugar mama and domme standing there, arms crossed and brow now raised as she took in his debauched state. “I’m surprised that you actually made it down here.” Extending a sliver of mercy and taking her phone out, she clicked off the vibration setting from the app. Before arriving, she’d switched to a tight red bustier top that hugged her cleavage and curves, followed by her favorite black jeans. But it wasn’t until he followed the motion of her pocketing her phone that he noticed the bulge in her pants, and the sudden knowledge of knowing that she’d worn her strap all the way here in preparation of them getting together.. It made his mind slip further into that lustful, submissive haze that he knew she loved. And he was right, because as she made herself comfortable by removing her leather jacket and hanging it up before taking his hand and leading him up the stairs to his gaming room, he knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

Ada took her place, sitting on his gaming chair with her legs spread, heels planted firmly on the floor. “Drop to your knees and come to my feet like the heel humping bitch that you are.” She demanded, gaze scrutinizing as she watched him obey within seconds, dropping to his knees in the doorway and crawling forward on all fours, even as she knew he was overstimulated from the plug buried inside of him. The view of him coming forward and soon desperately nuzzling his face into the bulge of her strap, moaning and mouthing at it in an effort to pull the zipper down with his teeth, it made her own cheeks warm slightly. “You know your place. Good.”

Relenting a little, she brought his head up by gently tugging on his hair and used her free hand to unbutton and unzip her jeans to allow the flesh-like and malleable dildo attachment to pop out. The warm ivory tone and realistic veins looked more like an extension of herself rather than a toy, even with the sleek black leather harness fastened over her equally dark lace lingerie. With it buckled securely to her body to avoid risking it coming loose, Ada encouraged him to suck on it as she brought his head back down to face it. Since she knew that he could handle large sizes and had been wearing his largest plug for a number of hours, she hadn’t hesitated to find her favorite dildo attachment before coming over- the length coming in at a solid nine inches long and three inches wide.

“Mm.. looks like your fans are getting worried,” Her gaze had settled on the primary screen to her right as she read out a comment that had gotten her attention. “Someone named 'Jacobi98' is asking if you got distracted while downstairs. Should I say something?” Just as he was about to come up off of her strap to respond, she coaxed him back down with the hand still in his hair, tutting softly. “Ah-ah, I didn’t say that you should stop, now did I?”

Rocking her hips up to push the silicone deeper into his mouth, the sound of him gagging on it made her aching cunt throb. She steadied the pace of her thrusts to be slower and deeper, coaxing out as many moans and whimpers as he could let out. While he got busy, she looked at the computer again and clicked the unmute button, maintaining the secrecy of what they were doing by not showing what was happening. Instead, she spoke in that smooth, low timbre that made his twitch chat suddenly explode. “You all act so needy for his attention.. cute. (Reader) will be back soon. Happy with that update?” Muting the microphone before they could hear him moan from a particularly rough thrust, she then pulled him off and looked down at his drooling mouth and half lidded eyes.

“Stand up. Hands on the wall and ass out. Spread your legs, too.” The directions made him get up quickly- shedding his clothes and tossing them elsewhere. Standing with his hands on the nearest wall, he did as directed and arched his back, ass out and legs spread wide. After having been on edge for so long, he knew that he wouldn’t last. "Thank you, Ma’am. Thank you so- fuck!”

He moaned as she pulled out the plug that had been keeping him full. As she positioned herself behind him, equally as bare now, the tip of her silicone length tapped at his slightly gaped entrance. Pushing it inside and rocking her hips until it went in all the way, he felt her begin to thrust with quick, rough pumps. He didn’t even try to be quiet. “You’re so good at this! Ada, Ada.. I’m all yours. I’m all yours to fuck whenever you want. Yours to tease and edge until I’m losing my f- fucking mind..” He rambled breathily, head hanging down between his arms as he felt his orgasm start to build back up again. It hadn’t even been five minutes before he was finishing a hefty amount, whining and moaning his pleasure as she fucked it all out of him. When he had nothing left and was thoroughly drained for the time being, he felt her pull out as the sound of buckles becoming undone hit his ears.

Letting the strap-on drop in her haste to relieve the aching need in her own body, she went back to the gaming chair and sat down before parting her legs wide- raising and hooking either leg over the arms of his chair. “I need your mouth.” She watched the way his eyes practically lit up as he got back onto his knees and leaned in. Keeping an eye on him, it took only a few minutes of devoted work for her soft moans and encouragements to pick up in volume as he eagerly continued. Her hips remained still as he suckled at her clit and pumped two fingers into the clenching wetness of her sex, her own hands coming down to grip him by the hair and tug his mouth closer if possible. She didn’t let up, especially as she got closer, voice unsteady as she watched him work between her thighs. “Keep going for me, (Reader). I’m almost there..” Her back arched slightly as she felt her orgasm build to a fever pitch, eyes momentarily squeezing shut as she finished in his mouth, cunt throbbing around his fingers as her sticky, salty-sweetness coated his lips.

She hadn’t even come down from her high yet when she moved her legs back down, looking at him with a heady, yet intense, gaze of her own. “I’m not done with you yet.” Luckily for her, there was a soft and plush rug in the middle of the floor. It’d have to do, so she pointed to it. “Go lie on your back, knees near your chest and legs spread wide. I need to use your cock for a few minutes.” Ada could tell by the look in his eyes that he hadn’t expected that. For the entirety of their relationship thus far, she hadn’t had any interest in taking this next step in their intimacy. But seeing him be so eager to please, she couldn't ignore the way that it made her want more.

Once he was in position and so was she, having moved off of the chair to fold him in half with her body to mount him amazon style, her hands gripped his ankles tightly as she finally allowed their lower halves to meet. Their simultaneous moans filled the room as she rutted her hips to stimulate her aching cunt on his girth. Despite the fact that she was doing all the work, the faint sound of their hips colliding every time that she dropped down on him, he did what he could and held her waist to encourage the sensual grind of her body on his. “Fuck me until you finish. Use me all that you want, Ada.” He panted, gazing up at her with the type of reverence that went beyond the boundaries of their sexual relationship. Shit, had he fallen for her?

The feeling of her wet cunt on and around him was too much. His hands slid up to hold and fondle her breasts, which she arched into and grinned down at him for. “Can’t resist me, can you? That’s alright,” Before he knew it, she was leaning down to meet him for a kiss, the first of the night. The filthy exchange of tongue and saliva and all things messy made them both finish with sharp groans and loud moans as a few overstimulating throbs of his aching cock and her slick grip made the mess between their joined sexes wetter. When she broke the kiss and sat up again a few moments later, hips rolling a little to test the waters, he felt his heart pound a little faster than before. “I think that I’ll keep you around.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/78631326/chapters/206746511

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Bella Sera

Five years after they married, Sweetjane and Ripper still show passion for one another one evening.

Featuring @voidthewanderer's Ripper.

Rating: X

Warnings: Vanilla Spice

Word Count: 1527

Title is Italian for Beautiful Evening.

Translations (WArning I don't speak Italian so I can't tell if this is accurate)

Ti amerò per sempre.

I will love you forever, Chiriklo (romani for bird and Sweetjane's pet name for Ripper).

Certo, tu sei tutto per me,Tesoro.

Of course, you're everything to me, Treasure (Ripper's pet name for Sweetjane).

(Obligatory tagging @bokatan since they want to read everything I write)

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Time always passed differently during the week after their anniversary and was a new beast entirely if they happened to spend it at his grandmother's old prewar home near Atlantic city.

Sweetjane put her head on Ripper's shoulder after comfortably settling in his lap, breathing a contented sigh as he stroked her hair. "Cain't believe it's been five years now," she says, looking out at the setting sun on the horizon. There were a few empty Nuka-cherry and even a tarberry wine bottle, all long since gone.

Part of what made the time pass so slowly was that there weren't any kids with them when they traveled here. Over the past few years, they started to fix up the place, not that it needed much. They were thinking of turning it into a sort of summer home, a place to eventually take all three kids with them once Jean was a little older. But now it was just the two of them, knowing that their toddler was safe in the care of the Slog and their siblings. It felt odd for the moment but still she enjoyed the peace, clad only in one of her husband's battle vests and panties, watching the first stars appear in the sky.

Ripper was dressed in a similar state, only pulling on a pair of silk pj bottoms since they were outside. He leaned back against the low back of the diner chair as she ran her fingertips lightly over the radiation scarring on his chest, the hand that was not supporting her by the hips tracing light circles over her knee. "Ya sure it's only been 5 years? Seems shorter than that, Tesoro."

Sweetjane chuckled as she leaned over to brush her smiling lips against his. She sought out something in one of the vest's inner pockets. There, some tobacco and a few roller papers in a slim wallet looking case. She hands it over to her husband, "Yer better at rollin'em den I am an' we done smoked all de cartons."

He gave a look of fake annoyance as he took the case anyway, drawing one of the papers and a generous pinch of fragrant tobacco. She could have done it herself if she wanted, just liked the precision of the former surgeon's hands better. She watches as he deftly rolls the cigarette, flicking his tongue to seal the edge. His pierced hairless eyebrow raised quizzically as he brought the cigarette to his lips. "What're ya lookin' at?"

Sweetjane smiled as she mirrored his expression, as she rooted around for the matchbook in the inner pockets. She lit the cigarette for him, hand cupped so it didn't blow out. "Yer so good with your fingas, Chiriklo. Yer tongue too, but I don't think that's 'cause ya were a docta."

The ghoul takes a long drag, tightening his arms around his wife as he gazes upon her fondly with a half-smile. She plucks the cigarette from his lips, deeply inhaling as she returns his gaze. She did a french inhale, pulling some of the smoke back into her nostrils. They both shifted to look at the summer sky and the stars above them.

Ripper ran his index finger over and into the lapel of the vest, leaning up to press his lips to the pink shell of her ear. "Love it when ya wear my things. Ya look so good in'em."

"Oh really?" Sweetjane says sweetly as an almost imperceptible shiver goes down her spine, and in warmth at her core. She took another drag of the cigarette before placing it on his uneven lips. She's almost glad he doesn't have a whole cheek missing, like Arsen, but wouldn't have minded it if he did.

He doesn't say anything, just smiles and leans back further. He pulls Sweetjane as he does, and she gives a surprised yelp. But he still holds her securely, one hand at the dip in her hips and the other trailing down her thighs to rest at her knees. A radiation scarred textured thumb started to stroke the smooth skin of his wife, over the bites and hickeys. Their combined gaze however was on the sky that was slowly turning into dusk. They sat in total silence, watching the twinkling of the first stars to appear. Every so often the cigarette was passed between them until it was no more than a single cherry to be flicked out.

"Hey, no do-do now, not yet Chiriklo." Ripper's hand moved to her soft milky curls, gently combing his fingers though and away from her scarred face, smiling as his eyes started to flutter shut. "Almost don' wanna leave hya, but den again it's too damn quiet. I'm so used to de fahm an' de kids, kinda need dat too."

Ripper nods as he nuzzles against her neck"Maybe I'd rather sleep befo' we gotta get everything ready ta go tomorrow."

"Dat's fair, but still I won't have ya sleepin on me yet." Sweetjane murmurs as she tilts his chin up to press a kiss to his lips.

The ghoul's tanned hand moved to her lower back just under the vest, skimming along the dips and curve of her hips before cupping her ass. Unlike her tits, which shrunk back down to just slightly bigger than they were pre-pregnancy, her ass stayed immaculate, the flesh pliable as he pressed and squeezed. He brought his lips to her ear, whispering "D'ya wanna go back in?"

Sweetjane shook her head as she turned to face him, her delicious thighs flushing red in the glow of the lamplight, pressing her chest to his. She kissed him again, slowly, almost lazily, her tongue sliding against his. She could still taste the tobacco as well as the tarberry wine they’d shared earlier. Sighing into him, she traced his cheek with her thumb, and with her other hand, she reached down between his body and hers, pulling and shifting aside the fabric that separated them.

Seven years together meant that they had memorized every facet of each others' skin by now. Ripper's was slightly chilled by the summer night air, however he was hot against her hand. He hummed against her lips as she pressed herself against the curving, hard length, shifting ever so slightly so the tip teased her petals apart. She drew a sharp gasp at the feeling, reaching down and tilting her hips to guide him inside.

The kiss became more heated, an equal amount of teeth and tongue. The ghoul's hand tightened against his wife's thigh as she rocks forward. His other hand is similarly occupied, slipping into the vest to rub against the peaked nipple. A whine escapes her throat and she pulls him harder into the kiss, moving from his lips to trail tiny kisses along the sharp handsome line of his jaw.

She felt the delicious pressure mounting with every roll of her hips against him. His cock was pressed perfectly along the small pressure point inside her. The feeling was indescribable, as the texture skin of his groin caused such a delightful friction against her clit at the same time. She almost couldn't take it, burying her face into Ripper's neck, her movements growing ever tight and even more urgent. Her skin prickled, her nerve endings were on fire, as she pressed as much of herself as she could against him, feeling everything: the brush of his radiation scarred chest against her own soft smooth skin, the thrum of his pulse against her cheek, even the twitch of his cock inside of her as his belly tightened beneath hers, both of them so so close, both of them whispering curses and endearments between the syllables of each other’s names.

They came like falling, like tumbling down a slope with only each other to cling to, without a care in the world. It was like the first time the pair of them were in this house, after she had found the box of pictures, strung tight with a different sort of tension that was no less them; it was on the couch inside where they truly felt that they were meant for each other.

Likewise sated, Sweetjane raised her head from Ripper's shoulder, smiling at him. His eyes were still half closed, but his own smile was playing on his lips as he smoothed back the curls from her forehead to lightly press a kiss to her temple. She sighs once more, foreign words floated in her head, well not so foreign since she had spent seven years with the Italian man she had married, but still they sounded clumsy in her Cajun accent, "Ti amerò per sempre, Chiriklo."

Redness colored her cheeks as she whispered, "I hope I said it right dis time."

Ripper's smile slowly widened, his eyes open and looking at her with so much affection it caused her to blush even harder. He presses both hands against her cheeks, kissing her forehead, nodding. "Certo, tu sei tutto per me,Tesoro." and then he kissed her once more, long and slow and lingering.

"Let's go upstairs ta bed. We kin worry 'bout packin' tomorra."

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