Silco And His Terror Of A Daughter

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silco is sitting in his office minding his own business. downstairs in the drop this song starts playing and he hears your feet off in the distance on your way to him to go absolutely apeshit

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flipped off God and walked backwards into hell

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Pairing: Mike Schmidt x FemPresenting!Reader

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's (Movie)

Summary: You're Abby's babysitter. Mike comes home one night. Things ensue.

Warnings: SMUT, Cursing, Mommy kink, Choking kink, a smidgen of spit kink, enjoy

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He would really only ever say those two words to you. You were a light sleeper, so him opening the door would always wake you. Once he noticed that you were awake, he would bid you "Thank you," and you would leave.

That night, however, when he came home, he walked straight over to the dining room table and set down his things without uttering a word. He leaned on the piece of furniture and his head dipped down, seemingly in defeat.

"I still can't pay you," he informed, his voice strained. Something told you he was holding back tears.

It wasn't much, but at least it wasn't two words. "What made you think I was ever in this for the money?"

"Then why would you do this?!" Mike suddenly turned to you and whisper-yelled. You knew he didn't want to wake up his sister.

In response to him taking out his frustration on you, you just tilted your head. You had the most sympathetic look on your face. You didn't say any words, you merely walked over to him.

Mike tried backing away from you, but he ran into the table.

You simply put your hands on his arms. Your face was serene.

He could scarcely breathe.

"Why do you think I do this?"

You leaned in, but , surprisingly, Mike met you halfway. He seemed so eager to finally kiss you.

The two of you stood there for some time, making out in the dimly lit main room of the Schmidt residence. You wrapped your arms around his neck while Mike's hands held a white-knuckle grip on the table.

It didn't surprise you when Mike pulled back. "We-we shouldn't be doing this."

"Why's that?"

"Because Abby's asleep right down the hall!" he whispered, "Plus, you're like-like my-"

You raised your eyebrows at him. "Your what? Employee? We've just established that you don't pay me, so I think we're good on that front, and as for your sister..." you paused and leaned in close to his ear.

Mike had a sharp intake of breath as you did that.

"I guess we'll just need to be quiet, huh?"

With that, you took him by the hand and started leading him back to his bedroom. Mike followed you like the good boy he was.

In no time, you had Mike stripped down and in bed with you seated on top of him, naked as well.

There was a sound, and Mike shot up, thinking it was his sister.

"It was just the house settling, okay?" You looked at him with dreamy eyes. "Relax."

Slowly, Mike nodded and laid back down.

"You ready?"

Again, all you got was a nod.

"I'm going to need a bit more than that, if we're going to do this," you only half-joked.

Surprising you, Mike felt up your legs as his eyes slowly trailed up your body. "I want you...so bad." He announced every word with emphasis.

You gave a breathy chuckle at his compliance, lifted yourself, then lowered yourself down on his hard length.

While you just sighed, Mike whimpered, the quiet sound getting loudest when you fully sat on him. He took handfuls of your thighs for support.

"Remember what we said about the volume?" you teased.

"Sorry." The words came out strained as his eyelids were shut.

"Ah, ah, ah." You gave a light slap to his cheek. "Be a good boy and keep your eyes on Mommy."

"Fuck," Mike gasped. You also felt his cock jump at your words.

Smirking at his reaction, you leaned over him and started slightly riding his dick. "What? You like that?"

"Oh, god." Mike's body tensed as you started to ride him and struggled to keep his eyes open.

"You like me calling you good boy? Or was it the part about...Mommy?"

"Mommy!" Mike shuddered as your hole squeezed him.

"That's my good boy," you smiled. You took some time to enjoy the ride yourself as you placed your hands on your feet and leaned back. Some time later, you returned your posture to find that Michael's eyes had slid shut again. "What did I say?" You fell forward and caught yourself with one hand on the bed and the other around Mike's throat.

The shock surely opened his eyes for good. "Sorry! I'm sorry...sorry...sorry."

"You better be," you spat. Quite literally. Into his mouth. Well, most of it the corner of his mouth.

That didn't seem to matter to Mike. He licked the remaining spit into his mouth while keeping full eye contact with you.

"Good boy..." you smirked again, and, with one final squeeze, started to let go of Mike's throat.

However, he disagreed with that action. "No!" he whisper-yelled, and grabbed your wrist to keep you in place. "I-fuck-I love this."

Your smirk grew teeth as you smiled down at Michael Schmidt, submissive and pliant to your touch.

"Shit. I think I'm...close," Mike informed between breaths.

You raised an eyebrow. "Well then, you'll have to hold on 'cause I'm not there yet. Anything you want to do about that?"

Those words had Mike frantically nodding. Suddenly, he was rolling on top of you. You took your hand off his neck. Mike was determined to get you to cum before he did, and my god was he good.

Your eyes lulled back as he pounded into you. Another smile appeared on your lips. When you returned to look at him, you realized Mike had kept his gaze steady on you the whole time. Quickly, however, his facade broke and his head fell down onto your shoulder. "Mommy..." he whined out.

You decided to forgive the transgression as you threaded fingers into his hair and whispered into his ear. "I'm close now, too, baby."

That seemed to renew his vigor because he moved to face you again. Mike also put your hand back around his throat.

You squeezed him for good measure. Up top and down under. His reaction got you to smile, but that smile faded as you felt the pressure building up inside you. You flipped you and Mike so you were back on top.

There, you kept your faces close, but launched your head back when you came. Eventually, you fell back down onto Mike's shoulder. You stayed like that for a moment until--

"Mom-my-?" came the broken up voice of Mike.

"Did Mommy forget to let her good boy cum?" You returned to your spot above him.

Again, Mike was nodding frantically.

You leaned back down to whisper in his ear, "Go ahead. You've more than earned it."

Immediately, Mike sped up his thrusts. His breathing got faster, too. He grabbed your arm that was supporting your weight, and your wrist whose hand was squeezing his neck and Mike came with a shout. Both you and Mike covered his mouth after the loud sound. He thrusted a few more times into you as he completed his orgasm.

You and Mike stayed still for a minute or so after that; half relishing in the post-sex atmosphere, and half praying that Abby didn't walk in.

Thank god, she didn't.

So, you pulled off of Mike, and the two of you got yourselves cleaned up.

"You can stay, if you want to," Mike offered, standing next to his bed.

You walked up to him, put your hand on his chest, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "I would love that."

Somehow, the two of you made it work on Mike's twin bed. You were halfway on top of him, but you weren't complaining.

Finally, as you and Mike were falling asleep, you heard two words, mumbled out by Mike, "Thank you."

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Jayce Talis x gn!reader ~note : I just finished watching arcane and I’ve been obsessed with the idea of pathetic!Jayce.

warnings: straight up smut (mdni), hj, dom!reader, pathetic!jayce, sub!jayce, p w/o p, whining, whimpering, begging, no use of y/n,

Another late night in the lab, it feels like most of your days have been spent here as of recently. Keeping Jayce and Viktor company as they worked on their projects for hextech. Tonight however, Viktor was out of town in search for new materials for their newest invention. Meaning you and Jayce were left alone to your own vices.

After chatting for a while you notice a change in the air as your conversation dragged on into the night. Topics more intimate, less space in between you. You decided to move to a more comfortable environment, his bedroom.

At some point, your eyes began to wander down Jayce's figure. As your eyes trailed lower you noticed a bulge forming through his burgundy pants. It seems the linger touches you had shared between each other had an effect on Jayce. He places his hands on his lap trying to hide it, hoping you won't notice, but it's too late. "Jayce you're..." Your eyes widened as he scrambled to cover himself. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm reacting like this I-" He tried to explain but couldn't come up with any form of answer that would save him from embarrassment.

You cut him off by tentatively reaching down to brush his hands away from his bulge.

"Are you that excited to be with me?" You tease, your hands rubbing the stiffness in his pants. He lets out a whimper and quickly covers his mouth with the back of his hand.

Who knew Jayce talis could be so pathetic?

Here he was on his back as you loomed over him. Your hands worked to stroke his cock through fabric-you hadn't even moved past his pants. Yet he humped your hand like a dog in heat. His hips rutted up into your hand in search for more friction.

"touch me…please-" he whines, his voice soft and vulnerable. Meanwhile, his hands fumble desperately trying to unbuckle his belt. "Keep your hands off," you say putting your hands on his belt, slowly unbuckling it, "Patience, love. Good boys are patient."

You twiddle with the waistband of his boxer while watching him squirm with pleasure and impatience. You lay a soft grasp on his cock, as it twitches in your presence.

As you start playing with his sensitive cock with quick strokes, his back arches. With his breath quivering, you lean down leaving a sensual kiss onto his lips, biting down on his bottom lip. He whimpers into your mouth, gripping the bedsheets tightly.

“faster…please, please-” He says in a sweet little cry. “I love how you whimper and beg for me” you tease while picking up the pace.

“Mm- I‘m gonna… cum-” he moans out, struggling to speak. He throws his head back against the pillow, his eyes rolling to the back of this head. You feel his cock twitch in your hands. Finally, he cums releasing messy moans and whimpers.

Afterward you he lays you holding him in your arms, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.