#josh futterman fluff

[jealousjersey]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖”come home”⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

☆ tags // mike schmidt x reader, loser!mike x dom!gn!reader,

☆ mentions // mike is a needy loser who begs for your attention, dick sucking, edging, cum drinking, reader doms mike, angst, fluff, smut, needy and desperate mike, reader has like wrapped around their finger., missionary, unprotected p in v (wrap it) minors dni 18+

☆ a/n // i still love writing for mike schmidt this is heaven ty lou

your work has been consuming you, working long hours, barely coming home on time, sleeping all until your next shift and just being busy. your boyfriend, mike, hates it. he hates that you’re never home, he hates that he never sees you, and he hates that you two haven’t had sex in weeks.

he’s been a brat about it ever since you took more hours, and he never took the time to realize that you’re only working so hard to provide for things he’d want, i mean, you are the house breadwinner. ever since his pizzeria secrurity job ended you’ve had to work since he couldn’t get hired anywhere.

as you’re working you get texts after texts from mike. “are you gonna be home on time?” “i miss you.” “i need you it’s been so long” he spams you.

god, he’s so needy. you roll your eyes at the text. if he doesn’t chill the hell out for atleast 3 more hours you’re going to loose your mind, does he not know that it’s hard for you too?

as the hours go by you think of ways to surprise him. maybe some lingerie? maybe a new toy for you two to experiment with? maybe some flavored lube? the possibilities are endless. you count down to the second you get off your shift, simply texting mike “wait up on me, i have a surprise.” as you clock out and go to your car.

you arrive at the nearest mall and get a cute lingerie set from the Spencer’s located within. a black lacy bra with a golden heart charm between the breasts, the bottom piece is a black and lacy with “baby” on the butt written in rhinestones. you knew he would love it but you didn’t expect him to like it as much as he did.

as you’re getting back in your car to drive home, you get a sudden rush of excitement. wondering how he’ll react at the site of you. you even put on red lipstick to top it all off. as you arrive at home, you change into your new set in your car, it fit perfectly around your shape. you swiftly but your work clothes back on. you still need this to be a surprise.

you enter the house and throw your keys on the kitchen table. you walk into your room and mike is waiting patiently for you, god his bulge is showing just by the thought of you coming home.

before he could say anything you strip as soon as you get through your door, watching his eyes gaze at your body in your new set. giving him a spin around so he could see your rhinestone covered ass.

mikes eyes widen at the site of you, a wet spot already forming at the tip of the tent in his sweatpants. “oh my god” he says softly as he stares at your figure.

you stand in your set in front of him, your fingers dancing across your chest, driving him crazy. you get on your knees in front of him and bring his sweatpants down, followed by his boxers. pulling them down just below his balls. his dick springs out of his pants, hot and red at the tip with precum pooling out.

you leave one kiss on his tip as your lips take in his precum. leaving the red lipstick kiss mark on his dick. he immediately groans at the sensation, feeling better than he has in weeks just by the expectation of you giving him head.

but you’re not giving in that easily. you kiss and lick around his shaft, but never long enough for him to get a release from it, your lipstick leaving red stains all around his hard on.

“please suck, i’ve been thinking about it all night please” he pleads with almost tears in his eyes from the overstimulation. it’s so cute seeing him like this but who are you to say no to his request?

as per his request you start, you wrap your red lips around his tip and his hand pushes your head down, it’s almost insulting but god, it’s so needy of him and that drove you crazy. you fully emerge yourself around him and he lets out a sore whimper.

you gag on his dick as you’re sucking, he throws his head back and keeps his hand on the back of your head, gripping on your hair. his dick twitches in your mouth signaling he’s close to cumming. “m’gonna cum” he moans, only the whites of his eyes showing. as his words hit your ears you stop, red lipstick covering the shaft of him.

he looks devastated at your action. “please let me cum, i’ve been waiting so long.” he begs. it’s almost cute how desperate he is for you. you want to keep going for him but you stop yourself. “now is it really fair if you get to get off and i don’t? is that fair? i’ve been waiting just as long as you have.” you say

you push him back on the bed, his dick springing up, tip still red and sensitive. you wrap your hands around him, feeling the warmth of him.

you basically rip your panties off of yourself, positioning yourself on top of him, sliding his dick inside you, grinding on him as you look him in the eyes. “you look so pretty when i’m overstimulating your dick. so, so pretty.” you say as you place a hand on his cheek

he moans your name as he places his hands on your hips, so tightly that you’re certain it’ll leave bruises. you want that, the pain would be a reminder of this amazing night.

your hair flips around your neck, your face flushed with a pink tint and sweat beaming off your forehead. his dick assaults your walls as his tip brushes your gspot causing you to let out a soft moan of his name. his fingers make their way to your clit, moving soft circles along it, making you pant soft sounds.

mike almost cums on contact with your body, but he knows he has to stop himself. he has to make this good for you. he has to make this last as long as he can. “fuck, i’m gonna cum mike.” you whimper. he speeds up, hitting your gspot with each thrust he leads you to bounce on.

“m’so close” you whimper, his fingers bring themselves to your chest, god he loved it so much. especially in that new bra. his teeth graze your nipples, biting them so softly but it feels so much more intense this way. so intimate, yet so dirty.

“can i cum now? please” he moans. how could you say no? “cum in me, please cum in me” you say, and he does. leaving thick white pools in you, the warmth making you shake as you finish, as you remove yourself from on him, you pour out a mix of both of your releases. he brings a finger to your wetness and brings it up to his mouth, sucking on them. he loves the taste of you.

please come home earlier next time.

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[joshs-big-toe]

he’s so pretty i can’t do this anymore

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[leelaslittleworld]

I think about pegging him way more than I should.

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[jhutchismyl0verb0y]

Nah, I love men.

(Josh Hutcherson is men)

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[freak-accident419]

The Little Things

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: Upset that Josh has been overly stressed and traumatized recently, you decide to surprise him with a short getaway, a temporary escape—you were going to take him to see a dinosaur.

WC: 1.8k

Content: fluff, mentions of death, gender neutral reader, short but sweet, kissing, listening to music, quiet yet comfortable company, few curse words

(A/n: this oneshot is heavily inspired by the movie Palm Springs which was brought to my attention from something @rynsfandomsfun reblogged—it was a sweet movie. Also, don’t play the preview of the song attached, but listen from the beginning when it plays in the fic :) )

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“Hey. Wake up…”

Your gentle voice and light shaking seemed to do the trick as you sat patiently on the edge of his bed. “Y/n?” Josh grumbles drowsily, gradually waking up as he rubs his eyes with his fingers. “Shit… what time is it…?”

You chuckle amusedly at his demeanor. “Approximately two a.m. But that’s not so important,” you answer, watching him use his arms to lift himself up against his bed frame, now in a sitting position.

He faced you with groggy bewilderment until his eyes suddenly widened once they inevitably trailed over to your lap. “Shit—Y/n, is that the TTD?” Josh gasped. The revelation seemed to have woken him up completely, his shock clashing with your nonchalant smirk. “But that would mean—”

“Yes, I stole it from Tiger and Wolf while they were sleeping. And yeah, I’m aware they’d kill me if they ever found out, but they’ll never know we even left, ’cause lucky for us, now we have a damn time machine,” you grin softly.

“‘Left’? Wait, what—what are we doing?”

You chuckle, admiring the adorably confounded look on his face. You were so thrilled to break the news to him, anticipating his reaction. “I’m gonna take you to see a dinosaur.”

You didn’t mean to get tied into all of this. Well, technically, none of you were meant to. However, Josh was your best friend, and one day, you two hung out in his room as you watched him play and attempt to beat his favorite game Biotic Wars. And you never would’ve guessed the shit you both would go through after that.

As his best friend, you knew him very well and were able to read him even if he was across the room from you. Therefore, you could always sense when he was upset and miserably exhausted. So when those two airheaded dipshits from the future constantly mistreated and belittled him, you couldn’t help but feel resentment towards them and pity towards your best friend. And the moment you saw him covered in his co-workers’ blood after him witnessing his colleagues brutally chop them up to shove inside a possum incinerator, you were just about done with all of this bullshit.

So when the day became night, you snuck into Tiger and Wolf’s weird sewer hideout, stealing their TTD. And then you snuck into Josh’s house, planning to steal him too.

Josh’s face beams as he heard your proposal, and it was probably the first time you’ve seen him genuinely smile ever since he got involved in that savior crap.

“I’m gonna see a dinosaur?” You answered him with a smug nod. “You’re not fucking with me? I’m gonna see a dinosaur? H-holy—holy shit!”

You knew he wanted this before, hell, you were right there when he begged Tiger and Wolf for it back in 1969. And so, because of all the bullshit he undeservingly had to deal with, you wanted to give him a break or reward. You just wanted to see your friend happy again, like how he was before this entire mess.

In life, you had to enjoy the little things—which says a lot about your lives right now, considering that traveling back in time to see a dinosaur could be considered as such. The two of you needed a break, even just for less than a day where you didn’t have to worry about saving the world or killing people.

You take out an index card and found a pen on his desk. “What time is it?” You ask him, taking the cap off of the pen with your teeth.

“Uh, two—uh, two thirty-four,” he answered after glancing at the clock. “Am I—Am I seriously going to see a dinosaur? Are—are we actually going to the jurassic period?”

You scribbled down the time so you’d know when exactly you should get back, just to avoid any complications. “Yes,” your answer was muffled as you laugh softly, taking the cap out of your mouth to place it back over the pen. You shoved the note in your pocket then took Josh’s hand, helping him get up from his bed to stand up in his room. You open the TTD and began to play around with the controls.

“Do you even know how to use that thing?” He asked, looking over all the cryptic symbols and confusing interface, then back at you.

“Uhh, general idea,” you reply, clicking around the device some more until you finally placed your arm around his shoulder. “You ready, Josh?”

He blinked, then nodded eagerly. “Are you serious? Hell, yeah! Holy shit! No way! I’m gonna see an actual, fucking dinosaur!”

You weren’t quite used to the feeling of traveling through time, but at least it got easier every time you did. Bright blue lights and volts surrounded the two of you, feeling a gust of wind blow into your face and whole being, and even heat from the electrical currents. And then, in less than five seconds, you two appeared in a jungle, late at night, in the late jurassic period.

***

You two sat down on a thick branch of a tallish tree, the soft light of the moon kissing your faces. It was dangerous to be in such a wild and unpredictable time, surrounded by deadly, barbaric creatures, so the tree would be a pretty safe place to watch the dinosaurs from. Except the surrounding area was practically empty, so you just waited for them to emerge.

Your shoulders brushed as you enjoyed the silence between the two of you—which was actually ceased fairly quickly once Josh communicated a thought that had practically gnawed at him for days.

“Hey, I just wanna say I’m, uh… I’m sorry that I dragged you into this, Y/n,” he finally says, looking at you pitifully. He looked really nice in the moonlight, you thought. “Wolf and Tiger, they’re insane, and I—shit, if I never invited you over then none of this would fucking—”

“Hey, hey, shut up, will you?” You snickered, offering a forgiving grin. “You didn’t drag me into this. The both of us never would’ve expected any of this bullshit, okay? Like, genuinely.” Josh nodded, but you still sensed some remaining guilt in him. “Hey. If I was gonna be wrapped into this crazy fucking mess with somebody, I’m glad it was with you. You’re my best friend. My ride or die.”

The corner of his lips curled into a sweet, appreciative smile. “Thanks,” he replied coyly. “And, uh, thanks for this. I know there’s no dinosaurs right now, but… I really appreciate the gesture. Like, Tiger and Wolf, they would’ve—”

“They definitely would’ve killed me, yes,” you laughed softly. “But… you’re worth all the crazy fucking discipline.”

With this lighting, you could never see how his cheeks flushed pink. But you knew he was blushing, from how the corner of his eyes crease and the way his wide smile accentuated his cheeks, revealing his pearly white, perfect teeth. He lets out a quiet giggle, and the two of you continued to watch the horizon of the dark, yet mesmerizing prehistoric view.

You two held each other’s hands, interlocking one another’s fingers warmly, placing the clasped fists between each other. There was some kind of unspoken thing between you two that you never had time to figure out, mainly because of the recent things you’ve been dealing with. But it was still there, that strange, lingering feeling.

And then…

“Holy shit!” Josh gasped abruptly, sitting up, patting onto your shoulder repeatedly, then pointing his finger far out into the distance. “Y/n, look, shit, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n—”

“Wh—” Your breath hitched as you saw it in front of you. “Shit…”

The several long necks and small heads of brontosauruses were in the distance, peeking out of the whole jungle and its trees, walking slowly towards the left in front of the iridescent moon.

It was beautiful. You never expected it to be. Actually, you really didn’t expect anything, you thought it’d be too surreal to even process. But they were exactly like the history books. They were like the CGI graphics in film and games, the images displayed near their exhibits at museums, the small long, plastic figures that come in clear tubes, and hell, a scene from Spielberg’s Jurassic fucking Park.

“They’re beautiful…” Josh sighs in complete awe.

“They really are…” you mutter, still fascinated by it all, watching the family of dinosaurs walk slowly together, letting out low moans and stomps with each heavy step.

Abruptly, you take out your phone from your pocket, as well as some earbuds. You plug it in, help Josh with the left earpiece and put the right one in yours. And then, you clicked onto a song that you had downloaded prior.

The gentle song began to play softly in your ears. The two of you were mesmerized by the beauty and magnificence of these creatures that you never thought you’d ever see. Your head moves down to rest on Josh’s shoulder as you two admired the dinosaurs from afar. The light pressure of you against his shoulder tickled him slightly, which he gulped at, heat rising to his cheeks. Your contact against him felt warm and you felt safe. Even though this was a place where you would most likely get mauled brutally by ‘clever girl’s, you felt nearly invincible with your best friend by your side.

“This is amazing…” he whispered, astonished.

“Yeah,” you sigh, mocking his quiet speech.

A pause.

“You’re amazing…”

You slowly pull away from his shoulder curiously, your eyes leaving the direction of the large, majestic animals. Your eyes look deeply into his, again, the moonlight shining exquisitely on the side of his face, bright enough to reveal some of the hazel tint in his irises. You felt your eyelashes flutter each time you looked from his eyes to his lips. He, too, looked at you intimately and fondly. And then your eyes closed gently once you feel his lips press against yours, hearing the song continue in your ears. The entire moment felt so magical, that you weren’t sure if it was because of the fact that you were in a place where dinosaurs existed or that you were kissing the person you’ve always admired.

You pull away slowly, a silent exchange of eye contact, before kissing him again, with more passion and less hesitance, letting your hands rest behind his neck.

There were no more words between the two of you after. In a good, serene way. Parting from his lips, you rested your head back onto his shoulder, feeling his arm around you from the back and his hand holding your waist. And you two continued to watch the dinosaurs under the stars, holding each other’s hands once more. Enjoying the little things, for now.

You could let this moment go on forever. After all, with the TTD, you had all the time in the world.

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[satansapostle6]

X

Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Smut. Slight voyeurism. Mommy kink. Masturbation. Slapping. Choking. Degradation. Praise kink. Mirror use.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve: Lazy Saturday

It was a Saturday, and Josh had no idea what to do with himself. Brynne would have been spending the entire weekend at his parents’ house, but she’d been busy with a scientists’ conference in Riverside. So, he’d made the most of his morning and afternoon on his own, playing video games in his room.

It was now only 3 p.m., but Josh Futturman was getting restless without Brynne, who he still didn’t understand how he had gotten to go out with him. So, as he texted her on and off throughout the day, he wasted as much time as he could playing GTA, getting all of his frustration and intrusive thoughts out before she came over later.

Why she always wanted to come over to his house, Josh had no idea. He was kind of embarrassed having a girl over at his parents’ house, and he really couldn’t imagine why she would rather hang out with him there then her own house, which, from what he saw on the outside, was a very luxurious sort of place.

But he also knew that she found his parents enduring, for whatever reason. Despite the way he sometimes acted like they were an embarrassment or a nuisance, Josh actually appreciated the fact that they made Brynne feel welcome, like a member of the family. It made things with her a lot easier.

As Josh cruised around on GTA, stealing cars, shooting things, and terrorizing homeless people, he eventually couldn’t stop thinking about Brynne as he encountered the more racy aspects of the game. Frustrated with himself, he looked at the time on his phone, where he hadn’t gotten a text from Brynne in at least five minutes.

He knew that that sounded ridiculous, but he didn’t care. He wanted to talk to her, to see her, to feel her. Angrily, he shut off his console and stared blankly down at his desk. Josh knew that it was only 4:13, but at this point, he didn’t care.

Making sure the house was empty and his bedroom door was closed first, he plopped down onto his gaming chair and dropped his pants and underwear, ready to find a new way to kill the time. Josh reached for the bottle of lotion on the desk, slowly leaning his head back as he tried to get comfortable in more ways than one.

He was able to get things going in a sense, stroking slowly and rhythmically as he tried to wake himself up. It worked, because of how sexually frustrated he was at the moment, but it also didn’t work, purely because of how bored he was. He paused for a moment, reaching for his phone with his other hand, deciding he needed something to visualize with.

He thought about going straight to porn, before he realized he had something even better: a real, live woman who liked him. He went into his own photos, looking through his ‘private’ album of the few things that Brynne had sent to him before. He’d almost forgotten that he actually had someone to help him out when he was feeling needy.

It was surreal; never before had he been able to jerk off to pictures that he either took himself, or were sent directly to him. Smiling fondly as he settled on a picture of Brynne in a matching black and pink set with a pattern of little black bows on it, he set the phone upright on the desk, sighing as he thought about the woman he hoped would be his girlfriend.

Although he wasn’t completely inexperienced, Josh had never really had an actual girlfriend before. He’d liked girls, and they’d liked him, but he’d never actually been given enough of a chance to become someone’s boyfriend. It was surprising to him that Brynne actually wanted him in that way, or any way, and as a first choice.

He couldn’t help but grin to himself as he looked down at the picture of her on his phone, sitting back on her bed in just her bra and panties. He remembered exactly when and why that picture had been sent to him. Brynn was about to come over after she’d finished work, and Josh was growing impatient. Not for sex at all, but just to see her. So, she’d sent him that in return, and he’d lost his mind.

Even though he’d seen the picture before, Josh still fought the urge to drool as he looked at it, stroking himself up and down as he thought about her, sitting on top of him and pushing him down on the bed. He liked being bossed around by Brynne; he liked the way she knew exactly what she wanted.

He leaned his head back again as he started getting into it, slowly panting as he closed his eyes and imagined her. He imagined all sorts of things; her standing in front of him, naked, or her on top of him, pinning him down, or her with her legs spread apart as she let him eat her out like he’d been starved.

His breathing turned shaky as he instinctively stuck his tongue out, pretending he was lapping at her pussy. He knew he was definitely hard by now, as pre come started to drip down his hand as he whimpered softly.

“Fuck…” he thought.

As concentrated as Josh was on the idea of Brynne, he didn’t seem to notice as his bedroom door slowly opened, with someone standing in the doorway, watching. Brynne Johansson took her time, watching the view in front of her with wide eyes.

The way Josh was stroking himself aggressively, whispering her name like some sort of mantra as he grinned, mouth instinctively open for her. He nearly jumped up as he heard the door close, watching as she just stood there, hand on her hip.

“Brynne!” he exclaimed, not for the first time since she’d entered the room.

“Hey, hon. Thought I’d surprise you, but… looks like you beat me to it,” she murmured, eyes looking him up and down.

Josh gulped nervously, hands up in the air as if she’d come in with a gun.

“It-It’s not what it looks like,” he blurted out stupidly.

“So, you’re not jacking off to a photo of me?” she asked, looking down at his phone.

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” he promised her, looking down at her in shame. “I’m sorry,” he pouted, expecting some sort of reprimand.

He looked like a sad puppy, and her heart nearly melted.

“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do,” she resolved, noticing the full length mirror behind him.

His eyes perked up as he looked up at her, curious as to what she wanted.

“You-You’re not mad?” he stared.

“Why would I be mad, sweetheart?” she asked softly.

“I-I don’t know,” he sighed, “I was kinda being a perv…”

“Oh, yes you were,” she promised him.

He looked up at her blankly, gasping as she quickly spun the chair around so that he was facing the mirror, with his pants around his ankles and his dick out. Josh whimpered loudly as Brynne’s hand roughly wrapped around his throat. Not meaning to, he instinctively thrusted up into the air, hoping to get some kind of friction.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” she cooed in his ear, as her hand remained wrapped around his throat.

He gasped quietly, realizing he was way too aroused as he looked at her cold eyes reflected in the mirror.

“You were being such a dirty little pervert. Stroking yourself to pictures of me,” she whispered in his ear. “So naughty…”

“So naughty,” he agreed with a quick nod, “I’m such a dirty little pervert…” he whined guiltily.

“You know what happens to dirty little perverts?” she asked.

He just shook his head in defeat.

“I’m gonna hold you just like this, and you are gonna keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror, and stroke that pretty little cock for me, you got it?” she murmured, watching with satisfaction as his head bobbed up and down.

Josh was incredibly intrigued, losing his mind at his current predicament. Never before had he imagined how hot it would be for Brynne to choke him while he sat in his chair, forced to watch himself fall apart in her hands through the mirror. But he was glad she’d thought of it. He could barely keep it together as he felt her cool hand gripping his warm throat.

“I can’t hear you,” she said flatly.

“Yes,” he told her, nodding his head up and down, “Yes.”

“‘Yes’ what?” she asked.

He actually didn’t really know the answer to this question. He’d never really called her anything in bed other than her own name, but something told him that wasn’t what she was looking for. He could think of a few different options, but he had no idea which one she would actually prefer. But part of him knew she meant for him to pick whichever one he felt like in that moment.

“Yes, mommy,” he nodded politely, praying she liked his choice.

“You wanna be mommy’s little slut and stroke that dick for me?” she asked him. “Hmm?”

“Yes, mommy,” he moaned excitedly, reaching for it automatically.

He gasped aloud as she tightened her grip on his throat even more, all but slamming him back into the chair as she used her other hand to slap him across the face. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, surprised by the gesture.

“Did you ask? Hmm?” she teased him, forcing his chin up so that he had no choice but to look at his own reflection in the mirror. “Did you ask me if you could touch yourself?”

“N-No, ma’am,” he stammered.

She was the hottest person on earth.

“Then ask,” she ordered him. “God, you look so pathetic… I’m barely even touching you, and you’re about to come all over your lap. Look at yourself, whining for me, like a pathetic little fuck toy.”

“I-I know I’m pathetic,” he whined desperately.

“Yeah, you are a pathetic little pervert,” she whispered in his ear. “Look at you, so ready for me… You’re like my own personal dildo. You’d like that, huh? If I could just take you and fuck you whenever I feel like it? Use you for my own pleasure… You’d like that, huh?”

“Very much so, yes,” he gasped.

He leaned backward as she held him to the chair, cock twitching with excitement.

“Come on. Show mommy what a dirty little slut you are,” she grinned, watching as he wrapped his first around his dick.

He started slowly at first, stroking up and down as he felt her fingers pressed against the sides of his throat.

“Don’t be so quiet,” she told him. “I know you’ve got some pretty little noises for me…”

Almost on cue, Josh let out a shaky whine as he sped up, eyes squeezing shut as he reveled in what was essentially something out of his fantasies.

“Eyes open,” she ordered, watching as he obeyed. “I want you to watch yourself come all over your tummy…”

Josh moaned as he opened his eyes, watching her tilt his head back as she pressed a harsh kiss to his lips. He groaned into her mouth, desperate for her in every way. He was getting progressively louder, trying to satisfy her as he continued to push himself over the edge.

“My God, you sound like a fucking porn star,” Brynne praised. “Such a needy little slut for me. You love the way I manhandle you, don’t you?”

“Yes, mommy, I do,” he moaned frantically, “I love it, I love it so much…!”

Josh whimpered loudly as she pressed a loud smack to his thigh, watching as they both trembled the longer he jerked himself off.

“Spread your legs,” she said rudely. “I want your legs wide open for me like the dirty little slut you are…”

“Yes ma’am,” he groaned, watching with wide eyes as he came even closer to an orgasm.

The way he moaned was truly pornographic, the kind of noise that could disturb neighbors.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” Brynne reminded him, “So don’t get too excited.”

“But, mommy…” Josh complained loudly. “I need it… Ow!”

He winced as he got another loud slap across the face, still thrusting up into his hand.

“Don’t be a brat,” she snapped at him.

“I’m sorry mommy,” he pleaded, “I’ll be a good boy. I’ll be such a good boy for you, you’re gonna be so proud of me!”

He was now uttering pure nonsense as she wrapped her hand around his throat, waiting for him to finish.

“Keep those fucking legs apart, or you’re not gonna come,” she reminded him sternly.

He quickly separated his legs as far as he could, praying she’d see how good he was doing.

“Look at you, putting on a show for me, like my own little fucking porn star. Such a pretty little slut,” she whispered in his ear.

“Fuck yes!” he screamed. “I’m your little porn star! I’m your little slut!”

“Say it again,” she demanded.

“I’m your little slut! I’m mommy’s little slut,” he groaned.

“Good boy…”

“Am I being a good boy?” Josh whimpered. “Am I being a good boy for you?”

“So good,” Brynne murmured, brushing his hair back while her other hand choked him. “So good for me, baby.”

“Mommy, I’m gonna come,” he pleaded, “Can I please come…?”

“Aw, you can’t last any longer, baby?” she teased.

“No, mommy. I’m trying my best,” he sniffled. “I’m gonna come… It hurts…”

“Okay, baby, I know,” she cooed, hand lightly wrapped around his throat as he watched her in the mirror. “I know…”

“Mommy…!” he whined desperately.

“Look at you, baby. You look so pretty, coming for me… You look like a porn star. Look at my filthy little slut,” she praised him.

“I’m your little slut!” he moaned. “I’m your good boy…!”

“Look at you, stroking that pretty little cock… So needy for me,” she sighed.

“I need it, mommy,” he begged. “Please?”

Brynne couldn’t say no to his desperate little doe eyes as he looked up at her behind him.

“Oh, how could I say no to that face?” she sighed. “Go ahead, baby. Make as big of a mess as you want.”

Josh threw his head back in excitement as he stroked himself as fast as he could, whimpering and screaming as he approached his climax. Brynne watched in amusement as he began to whine even more, breathing shakier than ever.

“I know, baby, I know,” she murmured into his ear.

“So hard,” Josh gasped.

“I know… Just go ahead and come for mommy, okay?” she said gently. “Come as hard as you want. It’s okay. Just look in the mirror. See how pretty you look…”

Josh quite literally screamed as a larger amount shot out, making a mess all over his stomach and briefs as he sat in his chair, reveling in the way her hand felt on his throat. He couldn’t stop panting as he finished, staring right at his own reflection as he did. It was almost too much for him as he laughed with relief, instantly feeling a hundred times better.

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed, tossing his head back. “Fuck…!”

“Oh, you did so good!” Brynn cooed, playing with his hair as he sat still for a moment. “You did so good, baby…”

“Thank you mommy,” he sighed, “Thank you…”

“I got you, baby. You’re okay,” she promised him as she kissed his cheek, gently rubbing his shoulders as he peeked in the mirror for a moment.

He watched in disbelief for a moment as he sat in a pile of his own come, getting his shoulders rubbed by Brynne Johansson. He rested his head back on the chair, chuckling softly as he realized just how lucky he was as she massaged him gently.

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Chapter Thirteen

#josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh futterman x reader #josh futturman imagine #future man x reader #future man #future man 2017 #peeta mellark #mike schmidt #michael afton #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson imagine #josh hutcherson smut #josh futturman smut #mike schmidt smut

[sameschmidtdiffname]

And now, for some shit ain't nobody asked for... *drumroll please...*

Fanboy Futturman Headcanons That Hardly Make Sense Unless You're Deranged

(because it's fun)

Tags: just rawdog it bruh, idk what this is. I got fucken murmed.

Notes: Special thanks to @luverstream for going insane with me. This list is based off of our oddly specific thread. Love you pookers <3

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• 100% started writing fanfiction for 'Biotic Wars' because there was only two works in the whole fandom and they were both illiterate/ooc

• It started as a challenge because he likes writing as a hobby so he made a random account on Tumblr and wrote a one-shot from Tigers POV just for shits and giggles

• He didn't expect literally anyone to read it, maybe a couple notes

• Then around his lunch break the next day his phone won't. Stop. Dinging.

• Long story short, he ends up with an account with like. 1.1k followers

• Once he realizes he has a serious reader base, he takes his blog seriously

• He spends a weird amount of time perfectly curating his blogs aesthetic with mods and whatever extentions he can find

• Personally commissions other fans for his fanfic borders, proper gifs, etc. He has one fanfic actually illustrated for Kinktober and it stays at the top of the 'Biotic War' tags for months

• Speaking of Kinktober, literally will not make plans for October/late September because he knows he's gonna aim to post everyday

• Will stay up for days writing when he gets hyperfixated

• Hates posting short fics. If the number doesn't end with a .k he doesn't post it until it does

• Also has a bunch of Easter eggs from his favorite movies and such in his works as well

• Knows an insane amount of copywrite laws because he's had to deal with people illegally selling his works/uploading them on other platforms

• When he eventually gets a partner he initially lies and says he wanted to become a lawyer when he was a kid, thus why he knows so much

• That works for about 12 minutes before he finally breaks down and tells them the truth, then offers to show them his work because he's told literally no one in his personal life about it

• His partner eventually becomes his editor and co-author on certain works (mainly smut)

• Half the time when he's actively working on smut he's gotta stop midway to "test the accuracy" w/ said partner

• Writes OUTRAGEOUS smut that makes him unable to look in the mirror while he's writing it

• Deadass hides under his blankets in total darkness with tape over his computers camera because of the shame

• Has a collection of proofreaders/consultants because his first smut included cervix penetration and he got dragged by basically everyone on Tumblr for it

• Had a work get popular enough one time one of his friends sent it to him because they figured he'd get a kick out of it

• Which made him panic and stop writing for like a month to lay low

• Has a completely different Spotify account for writing because his mom uses his "normal" account even though he has a family plan (side note: they make little playlists for each other :))

• Has like 50 different playlists dedicated to his fics that's available for his readers to listen to

• The artists all range from Deftones to dodie depending on the work

• His top artist is Ayesha Erotica with 2000+ minutes spent on 'Yummy'

• (Also has an impossible amount of hours logged on said Spotify account)

• Has a whole panic attack when he leaves his phone in the 60s because he had a whole new chapter ready to publish in his 20 part hurt/no comfort/slowburn fic that was over 10.k words in his notes app

• Wolf finds his Ao3 account one time and becomes... concerningly obsessed with Futturmans work without realizing Futturman is the author

• It gets to the point Wolf will legit go on 30+ minute rants about the stories while Futturman is just hyperventilating in the corner because he doesn't know how long he can keep up the facade

• It gets worse when Wolf makes an account and starts actually commenting on the works

• However he ends up getting impressive tips from the rants and ends up incorporating his suggestions into his works

• Wolf never stops bragging about this

• His most popular work/series follows a female oc that originally started as a one-shot request for a oc x Wolf fic (which Wolf hates because he says it's OoC. Futturman does not agree nor care.) But ended up getting popular enough there's well over 20 parts

• At some point he, Wolf and Tiger get into a massive argument because he finds a bound copy of all of his works amongst their supplies and no one will confess who's it is and keep blaming each other

• (It's Tigers)

• When he gets to his final timeline he manages to get his all of his drafts back through Susan (who had a lot of questions, and was given no answers) and just publishes his work as an original series since Biotic Wars no longer exists

• "Orginial series" gets insanely popular and now he has like five burner accounts so he can read fanfiction of his own fanfiction

• Writes fanfiction for his own series purposely to fuck with the fanbase

• Usually will make it ooc but well written, but once in awhile comes up with a "headcanon" that will come true in his next book so he can watch the readers implode

• And last but not least

• He casts his other self in the final timeline as the male lead in the eventual movie adaptation. Because of course he would

(Bonus: in the OG timeline when Futturman ends up disappearing, his biggest series ends up never being finished, nor his blog updated. Leading to a weirdly thorough four hour video docuseries made by Wendigoon about the rise and disappearance of the mysterious author and how the 'Biotic Wars' fandom eventually finished the fic themselves and created their own spinoffs, leading the work to get more popular than 'Biotic Wars' ever was and like five different people falsely claiming they wrote it, only to be disproven within an insanely short amount of time. Yeah, kinda a full on My Immortal.)

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Don't ask me what this was, I think I got possessed. Anyways, bon achoo sweet.

Taglist:

@cassiecasluciluce @gh0u1ishly @joshhutchersons-slut @schmidtsbimbo @sugarevans @wompwompwomp57 . Thank you for your support pookies!!! <3

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[sleepyhutcherson]

Can you do a post about how each character reacts to you getting cussed out by your parents for no reason? Please pookie 🙏🙏

a/n: i made this super quick so im sorry if it’s rough.

mike schmidt would glare at them from across the table. in this scenario, you would be at dinner over at your parents’ place. mid dinner they would find a reason to scold you in a harsh manner, you become tense and embarrassed not even wanting to glance over at mike. he would notice this, he would hate the tone your parents used with you, he would drop his silverware down onto his plate not caring about the annoyingly loud sound that comes from his utensils and the porcelain plate. he wouldn’t say anything to them, he would glare at them, his brows furrowed and his eyes piercing black and then stand up, the chair screeching horribly against the tile. “we’re leaving,” he’d announce, grabbing your hand. he knew you didn’t want to be in the situation, he knew you didn’t deal well with being scolded but especially being insulted by your own parents. he would apologise, telling you how you don’t have to go back there if you don’t want to, how he’ll make sure to take care for you.

derek danforth is usually a dickhead let’s be real. but. the moment he catches your parents telling you off from afar he’s quick to approach you. “what the fuck is going on?” he asks, clearly upset. you look over at derek ready to apologise on behalf of you and your parents, then: “get the fuck out before i fucking call security.” he grabs you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you away from the scenery, he could tell how overwhelmed you were by the situation with the mere look on your face. “you alright, sweetheart?”

peeta mellark will hate hearing them tell you off. like mike, he’ll say nothing but definitely excuse the two of you. when your parents call after you, he’ll turn around to them, shielding you with his body, his hand intertwined with yours. “don’t,” he’ll warn, glaring at them. he’ll take you home, he’ll bake you your favourite pastry, and apologise to you. you tell him he has nothing to apologise for, that you’re used to it but he’ll insist it’s not fair you’re so used to being treated like that by them.

josh futterman is definitely surprised. his parents have never told him off once so when he hears the tone your parents use with you…and the words they use…he goes still. his brows furrow, eyes flickering towards you and your parents. “hey, don’t talk to her like that,” he scoffs at them. then he’ll look over at you, eyes going soft for you: “do you wanna go?” he’ll be so gentle with you, he can see how horribly you’re feeling. he’ll make sure to pepper kisses all over your face when your home, reminding you how much he loves you.

billy (burn 2019) will not hesitate to tell your parents off lmao. he has a temper, remember? he doesn’t care about being polite or “modest” anymore, the moment he heard the way they spoke to you all respect he had for your parents is gone. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so angry. he’ll drag you away from them handling you gently, of course. on the drive back home, he’ll hold your hand, and though his gaze his focused on the road he’ll go off telling you how he can’t believe your parents, how you didn’t deserve to be treated like that, how unfair they were, and so on. he’ll apologise later for losing his temper, kissing you softly.

clapton davis won’t say anything at all. i mean, he can’t really interfere here. but, he’ll try his absolute best to make you feel better. he’ll take you to his place, he assumes you probably want to be away from home, and once you agree he knows he was right. he lays with you in his bed, your head on his chest while he comfortingly pets your head while you tell him about your parents and how awful you feel about their words. he comforts you the entire time, telling you sweet nothings along with making a couple horrible jokes that end up making you laugh.

#mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt comfort #mike schmidt angst #derek danforth x you #derek danforth #derek danforth x reader #josh futturman #josh futterman x reader #josh futterman comfort #clapton davis #clapton x reader #clapton davis x you #peeta mellark #peeta mallark x reader #peeta mellark comfort #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x you

[laurrrelise]

i desperately want a movie of just josh hutcherson fluff for each of his characters.

hell yeah give me 3 hours of mike schmidt going grocery shopping and filing his taxes. him driving to work or tucking abby in for bed? i’m watching it on repeat

absolutely i’ll take a painfully long scene of derek danforth’s morning routine. i want to see what products he uses and how he does his hair. does he finger coil? does he leave the shower with it dripping wet and it just dries like that? what kind of music would he listen to? i need to know

what else does josh futterman do besides work, play video games, and watch sci-fi movies? does he read? does he cook? i want to see his little mannerisms. i know that man absolutely talks to himself every damn time he’s alone.

how long does it take peeta mellark to get his baking done? he probably likes working in silence and humming to himself. god i’d love to see a youtube baking channel of just peeta making bread every day. i’d actually go feral.

and the same goes for clapton davis, billy, sean anderson, and all of them i genuinely don’t know what it is about this man but i just want to see his life through all of the different characters he plays

is this weird? hope it’s not just me being obsessed with josh hutcherson

#derek danforth #josh futturman #mike schmidt #clapton davis #sean anderson #josh hutcherson #fluff #jhutch #jhutch1992 #i actually need this man #i’m losing my mind #i love him so much he’s so cute #the beekeeper #fnaf #the hunger games #thg #peeta mellark #peeta #mike #five nights at freddy's #future man #futterman

[stop-talking]

Help me pick what fanfic I write next

(It'll be around a week before I start tho, I'm determined to finish my Derek Danforth fic first)

1) Josh Futterman, famous on Twitch for being the best Biotic Wars player, is your roommate. He moved in with the money he made streaming, and his fans seem to really enjoy the rare occasions you flit by in the background while he's live. One day, he makes you a proposal. A portion of his streaming money if you'll pop in on stream with him from time to time. And maybe give him a kiss or two. Only because his fans eat it up, of course. (Friends to lovers?? COME ON it would be so cute. Extremely different plot than Futureman though I know sorry)

2) You've been enjoying having two extra rooms in your new apartment. Unfortunately, your landlord finally finds someone else desperate enough to live in this shithole. Or maybe you're lucky, because Mike Schmidt is actually kind of cute. And he's not scared off by your... alternative style. Or maybe he's just too tired to care. His sister, Abby, is absolutely delighted when you agree to let her color in your tattoos, and you repay her by painting her face shades of black white and grey. She makes a cute little baby goth. (Lots of fluff & bonding with Mike and Abby. But also I want to write about Mike getting fucking railed by a hot goth chick.)

Sorry there's only two options, I REALLY want to write a "and they were roomates..." troupe I'm going feral !!!!

(Oh also if you're a writer I don't mind if you use one of these prompts just tag me & understand that I will probably also still use the same prompt <3)

#jhutch #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #fnafmovie #mikeschmidt #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x you #josh futterman #future man #josh futterman x reader #x reader fic #and they were roommates #roommates to lovers

[jealousjersey]

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꩜ boyfriend!dom!josh futturman uses a vibrator on you for the first time blurb

꩜ tags // josh futturman x reader, vibrator using, smut, 18+ fanfic, futureman fanfic, porn without plot

꩜ mentions // hitachi wand, sub!reader, toy usage, whimpering, moaning, twitching, quivering, whispering, pillow talk, dirty talk, praise, fingering, eating out

꩜ a/n // i love writing for futturman ugh and im gonna write a sub!josh futturman x dom!reader soon fr. and i know he’s a total bottom but let a girl dream pls and i know this is short forgive me

it’s 2:46am, your boyfriend josh has been sleeping all day but god he looks so hot with his messy hair and his mouth slightly open, you wish it was you who his mouth was on.

josh jolts awake, mumbling something about biotic wars? he keeps talking about that game. you always shrug it off. “you finally awake?” you say to him.

his sleep sweat always gets you, his musky scent seems like the best thing you’ve ever smelled. you always worried why you liked that so much, maybe it’s the pheromones or maybe you just need to fuck him.

“oh hey, yeah i’m awake” he rubs his eyes and stretches his left arm after a yawn. “but why are you awake? it’s late you should’ve been asleep hours ago” he teases you. you loved it when he did that but now wasn’t the time, you’re so turned on it’s borderline hurting. you need some release.

“need you. badly” you basically whimper, when did you start to sound so desperate? you don’t know, all that’s clouded in your mind is that new hitachi wand you bought. “get my vibrator out of the drawer please” you beg.

“oh so you’re needy for the wand, huh? not even me?” he teases you. “you’re the one who made me like this. you’re so hot” you tease back.

he gets the vibrator out the top drawer and holds it above your head. “think you can reach it?” he says as you almost jump for it.

“strip for me and maybe you can have it” he says. immediately you take off your panties and his eyes darken with lust as he stares between your legs.

his eyes meet your wet pussy, he’s drooling at the site of it. “god, you’re perfect.” he says as he plugs in the hitachi wand, putting it on the highest setting and meeting your clit.

the vibrations make you quiver. josh chuckles as he sees you squirm, moving the wand around to hear your little whimpers that keep getting louder.

“be quiet like a good girl if you want to cum” he mumbles as he enters his fingers inside you, the wand still on your clit. the site of your cunt leaking is enough to send him into a spiral

“god you look so perfect like this.” he says softly just enough for you to hear him. his fingers fidget inside of you making you whimper. “fuck, please let me cum- i’ve been good” you moan softly as the vibrations score through your sensitive clit.

“not yet baby, this amuses me.” he says as he smirks slightly, almost cooing you. he takes the vibrator off of your now puffy clit and he brings his mouth to it, now sucking on it as his fingers pump inside you, curling gently around your gspot. you moan as he softly bites your clit. it hurt but god it was good.

josh sits the vibrator on the bed still on, as he eats you out, his tongue licks a thick line along your pussy, his saliva mixing with your wetness making a perfect lube for his fingers to slip inside you. he wants to fuck you but this is your night.

you’re so filled with pleasure you’re seeing stars, so close and to release your hands are gripping his hair. “can i please cum now- i’ve been so good” you basically yell, now begging.

“cum for me. you’ve been good” he says to you as his mouth is on you, and at his permission you cum in his mouth, josh licks up all of your release. his head comes up from under you, his face glistening with your cum. god he looks so hot soaked in you.

#jersey writes #josh hutcherson #josh futturman #futureman #josh futterman smut #josh futterman fluff #josh futterman #futturman #mike shmidt #five nights at freddy's #fanfic #smut #mike schmidt x reader smut #jealousjersey #mike schimdt fanfic #mike schmidt headcanons #jhutch

[joshs-big-toe]

I triple dog dare you to write Josh futterman getting caught jerking off to a pic of y/n!!!!

Heyyy bbg I am SOOOO sorry this took me so long to get to this request, I have been dealing with final exams and tbh mental health? Down the drain lmao. I do have a fic similar to this, so if you want to read that one it is linked HERE!! I am still going to write a similar concept, however, I will change it up a little bit! I hope that you still enjoy it!

cw: smut, male masturbation, female masturbation, fluff

word count: 1,445

Being around Josh Futturman is this strange mix of contradictions that you can't quite wrap your head around. On one hand, he's this total loser, but you can't help but be infatuated with him. It's like he's the king of awkward, yet there's this undeniable charisma that draws you in. And then there's the whole "Biotic Wars" thing – he's legit addicted to that game. You can't help but roll your eyes when he starts rambling about how close he was to beating the game, but there's something oddly cute about his enthusiasm. Lately, though, there's this other layer to your friendship that you can't shake off – a subtle flutter in your chest when he laughs or those lingering looks that neither of you acknowledges. You knew you were far gone when it came to Josh, but you also knew you refused to risk your friendship with him, so you kept silent.

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Your shift came to a close and you started gathering your things when the buzzing of your phone made you jump. You looked down, seeing Josh’s name on the screen, making you smile. You pick up, greeted by the distant sounds of explosions ad gunfire – the unmistakable sounds of “Biotic Wars.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, y/n, what are you doing?” There was a tiredness in his voice.

“I just got off of work, I’m about to head home. What’s up with you?” You responded, realizing that it was kind of a stupid question.

“Ah, you know, same old. Just killing these biotics left and right. You should join me sometime.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Maybe someday, but probably not,” he groans in a mocking way. “You wanna hang out today? Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” he says, clearly distracted. “You can um – ah fuck you! Sorry, not you, I just died.” He laughed. “You can come to my place, that sound alright?” The frantic clicking of buttons started up in the background, accompanied by gunshots and occasional explosions.

“Yeah your place works,” you remark. “What time?” There was a silence from Josh, leaving the sounds of the game in the background. “Josh?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled. “How does 6 sound? It gives you a chance to get out of your work clothes and me a chance to go through a few more levels.” Clearly, he was more focused on the game.

“That works, I’ll grab pizza for us. Usual?” He ‘mhmm’s’ in response your question. “Cool, I’ll see you then.” He says a quick goodbye, hanging up quickly after. You sigh, grabbing your bag and keys, making your way to your car to head home.

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You looked at your watch, the time reading 5:42. You were typically early. Josh always left his door unlocked whenever he knew you were coming over, so you were able to walk right in. You set your bag and the pizza box on the dining table, looking up the stairs. You couldn’t hear his game playing, however you did hear noises from up the stairs. You walk up the stairs quietly, wanting to sneak up on him. Noticing his door was cracked, you took a peak in. Your breath caught in your through, letting out a soft gasp at what you were greeted with. On his computer monitor, your Instagram was pulled up, a photo of you at the beach on the screen. A heat started pooling in your core with the sight in front of you: Josh was in his gaming chair, jeans around his ankles, quickly stroking his dick. His head was lulled back, eyes half closed and tongue poking out of his mouth slightly. You stayed silent, watching his hand moved up in down in a needy pace, whimpers escaping his throat as he continued. He switched hands, shaking the one he was previously using, making you think he had been at this for a while. You bit your lower lip, your arousal becoming overwhelming. You start to think, there's no harm in touching myself too, right? With that, you quietly sit down on the floor, leaning against his doorframe. You took a look over your shoulder, making sure you did not alert Josh that you were there. You were in the clear. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Carefully, you dip your hand down into your sweatpants, past your underwear and down to your heat. You leaned your head back against the door frame as you grazed your clit, biting on your lip to stifle any noise threatening your lips. Your eyes closed, taking in the whimpers and words coming from Josh as he continued stroking his cock. Your fingers dipped down into your heat, making you sigh. Your mind was completely clouded with the thought of your fingers being replaced by Josh’s, making a heat pool in your lower belly.

“F-fuck, y/n,” you heard Josh whimper out, making you that much closer to your own release. You circled your clit, letting out your own soft moans at this point, unable to contain them with the pleasure you were feeling. You heard Josh’s moans get more erratic as kept going, insinuating that he was close. You sped up your movements, rubbing and fingering your wet heat, finally bringing yourself to your release. You cover your mouth with your free hand, doing your best to stifle your moans, leaning your head back against the door frame and screwing your eyes shut. You sit there for a moment, catching your breath before glancing inside Josh’s room, not seeing him on his gaming chair anymore. You stand up on wobbly legs, composing yourself. You knock on his door, pushing it open.

“Hey Josh, I’m here,” you call out with a shaky voice. You hoped he wouldn’t notice. You looked at his computer, your picture no longer up. Josh was standing at his shelf, now wearing sweatpants. He turned to look at you, a smile making its way onto his face. His cheeks were a light flush of red.

“Hey!” His voice was cheerful as he made his way over to his bed. You go in, sitting next to you. He leaned in to hug you, you immediately hugging back. He moved his head to where his lips were next to your ear. “Did you like what you saw?” His voice was low and gravely. Your eyes widened, quickly pulling away from the hug to look at him. He looked nervous, his face a darker red than before. This honestly probably took a lot of confidence to say, especially for him.

“W-what?” You stutter out.

“You heard me,” he grinned.

“I um, you saw?” He just nodded. “How much?”

“Most of it, watching you is what actually made me,” he paused. “You know,” he looked away, clearly nervous now. You guess his confidence wore off.

“I-I’m sorry if I made things weird I just-” he cut you off, connecting his lips to yours gently. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, pulling him more into the kiss. You pull away, looking into his eyes.

“Y/n, I’ve been into you for years. You just never showed me any signs of anything, so I stayed quiet about it.” You smiled.

“honestly, josh? I have too. I was just scared.”

“You sure didn’t seem scared five minutes ago,” he smirked. You grumbled, flicking the back of his head. “You were also early, you were never supposed to see or know anything.” You shrugged.

“Well, I do now.” He looked down.

“So what now?” He said, joy and curiosity in his voice. You thought for a moment.

“well, theres pizza downstairs-“

“no, not right now, dumbass. In general. Us. What now.”

“oh,” you blushed. “You could be a gentleman and ask me on a real date, you know.” You teased him. He rolled his eyes, hiding the smile that crept onto his face.

“Sorry, sorry. Y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?” A smile lingered on his lips. You pretend to think for a moment.

“I guess, but lets just eat pizza and watch a movie tonight, how does that sound?” He nodded.

“I’ll go get the pizza,” he planted a kiss on your cheek before he left the room. You laid back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. You couldn’t believe what just happened, and frankly you were embarrassed. But you’re secrets out now and it feels good, especially knowing that he had feelings for you too. You let your eyes flutter shut, taking a deep breath, anticipating what may come within this newfound relationship that may be forming.

OMG thank you for being patient with me. I hope this is good, I honestly struggled with this one a lot for some reason, but if you enjoyed it, im glad. Have a beautiful day everyone :)

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What I will not write:

Anything immoral (Rape, Incest, pedophilia, etc.)

Heavy dom/sub dynamics (like ddlg)

cnc/dubcon

Hard kinks such as knife play, watersports, blood play, etc.

male!reader

age gaps

Spanking

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What I will write:

Basically, anything that isn't listed above (unless I missed something)

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Characters I write for:

Honestly, I'd take any character if I know them. Though, I'd say that I'll mainly write for

Mike Schmidt

Peeta Mellark

Clapton Davis

TASM!Peter Parker

Young Coriolanus Snow(Specifically Academy Coryo)

Billy the Kid

Josh Futterman

Billy burn

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When requesting, please specify if you'd like it to be smut, fluff, or something else. And please make the request somewhat specific! Other than that, I'm pretty flexible with my writing!

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Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only ever dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen: Living The Life

“Babe, can you drive?” Josh chuckled as he stumbled along with Brynne out to the parking lot.

“Yes, sweetheart, of course,” she agreed, taking her car keys from him.

“Thank you!” Josh chuckled, awkwardly running to the car.

“You’re welcome, my love.”

They had just left the bowling alley after meeting Ray and his new girlfriend there. Brynne had offered to drive, considering she knew Ray would probably ask Josh to drink with him, but Josh had insisted on driving there. But naturally, he had asked Brynne if he could drive her car, considering he loved driving her car. He thought it was the coolest car on earth.

The two of them got into the car, as Josh sat in the passenger’s seat, drunk giggling as he put on his seatbelt, or at least tried to. Josh had only had a couple beers, but he was quite the lightweight.

“Your place, yeah?” she asked as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“Can we go to your place?” Josh asked her. “I don’t wanna go to my parents’.”

“My place?” she questioned.

Although Josh had picked her up from her own house on many occasions, they had never actually hung out at her house. Josh thought it was strange that he and Brynn were dating, but he’d never actually been inside her house at all.

“Yeah, your place,” he nodded. “Why? You don’t want me in your house?” he asked sadly, making a pouty face.

“No, no,” she promised him, remembering that she was dealing with tipsy Josh. “It’s not that, it’s just… I like your place.”

“Really?” he scoffed. “But my parents…!” he slurred.

“Yeah, they’re nice,” Brynne laughed. “I don’t live with my parents… I don’t even talk to my parents.”

“Can we go to your place?” Josh pleaded. “I wanna see your place. Please…?”

“Yes, of course we can,” she nodded, driving in that direction. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Yay!”

Brynne just laughed, shaking her head as she drove. Her own place was a bit further of a drive, but they were there before Josh fell asleep. As they got out of the car, Brynne observed that Josh had mostly sobered up.

“Okay, here we are,” she announced, parking her car in the driveway.

“Your place is so nice,” Josh stared as she unlocked the door.

There was a fountain not far from the door, a very modern, minimalistic sort of thing that just looked like water being poured over a dark wall.

“We haven’t even been inside yet,” she scoffed, opening the door for him.

Josh stepped inside as she closed the door behind them, in awe of her home. The ceiling in the foyer was at least ten feet tall, with a crystal chandelier hanging above. And the floors were marble. To Josh, her place looked like a palace. There was a long staircase leading upstairs, and a hallway that led to the rest of the downstairs.

“Hachi machi,” he murmured. “This place is insane!”

Brynne just smiled, still never sure what to do when people complimented her house. Sure, she’d worked for all the money herself, but she still never knew how to respond.

“Come on. Bedroom’s upstairs,” she smiled.

“Do I take off my shoes?” Josh asked in bewilderment.

“Baby, I don’t care, the floors are hardwood.”

Josh followed Brynne upstairs, to the biggest bedroom in the house. She had a huge amount of space, a beautiful dark wood bedroom set, and a set of silk sheets. He was in awe of the walk-in closet, which looked like its own tiny bedroom.

He wandered into her bathroom like a lost child, discovering a beautiful, high-tech sort of shower, along with a luxurious jacuzzi tub.

“Whoa…!” he gasped.

“You want me to run us a bath?” Brynne asked him, reading his mind.

“Please,” he nodded, taking his time to look around.

He returned to the bedroom, sitting down on her California king-sized bed as she took off her jacket, stripping down to her underwear. As always, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Your place is… amazing,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she smiled softly.

“They really do pay you well,” Josh remarked.

“Yeah. Kronish is great,” she agreed, heading into the bathroom to get a bath running.

Josh watched as she turned the water on, waiting for the jacuzzi tub to fill.

“Bowling was so fun,” he laughed. “Man. Ray’s girlfriend is really nice.”

“Yeah, she is,” Brynne smiled. “It was really sweet when she told me how pretty I am… I had to make sure she knew I thought the same of her.”

Josh began taking his clothes off, nervous about where to put them as he stood in his underwear in the bathroom.

“You can just set them on the counter,” Brynne told him, as she walked in, long strawberry blonde hair pinned up in a clip.

He set the clothes on the white marble counter, gulping when he saw who he’d just recently realized was his girlfriend. He knew he’d never quite get over how she looked naked, not even in a sexual manner, but just out of sheer awe. She slowly stepped into the bathtub, sighing as she threw her head back. Josh slid his underwear down before climbing in and joining her, sitting across from her in the warm water.

“Why don’t we do stuff at your place?” he wondered.

Brynne felt guilty as she tried to explain, watching as he tried to come up with his own rationalization.

“Do you not want me here?” he wondered. “Cuz, I could understand that, I mean… I’d probably make a mess of this place.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” she sighed, trying to explain.

“I mean, your place is awesome,” he scoffed.

“I know,” she sighed, “That’s the problem. My place has the jacuzzi tub, and the art I paid someone to buy for me, and the silk sheets. It’s a total bachelor pad.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Josh wondered, rubbing at his beard.

“It’s… It’s a good place to bring a date. It’s a good place to hook up,” she thought.

“What’s so bad about that?” Josh asked with a smile.

“I like your place better,” she said exhaustedly.

“What’s so cool about my place?” he wondered.

“It’s nice! And your parents are nice! Your place has more personality. My place is just meant to look good,” Brynne expressed.

“I think your place has personality,” Josh said softly. “I think it looks like you because it looks good.”

She smiled, appreciating the sentiment as she tried to rephrase her thoughts.

“Yeah, but… My place is for dating. Your place is for marriage,” she pointed out.

Josh looked at her curiously, a surprised smile on his face as he processed what she’d just said.

“You… You’d marry me?” he asked her.

“Yeah, I think so!” she nodded. “Some day.”

He smiled with immense emotion in his eyes, understanding what she meant now.

“I’m… I’m glad we both feel the same way,” he murmured, watching her as she moved so that she was next to him.

“I love you, Josh,” she said as he wrapped his arm around her.

“I love you, Brynne,” he said for the second time, grinning as she leaned in to kiss him.

He thought life couldn’t get any better than this. He moved his hand so that it was on her cheek, slightly reaching up into her hair as his lips mingled with hers for a moment.

“God, you’re just… You’re just so beautiful,” he whined affectionately as he pulled away.

He stopped to look at her, to admire her, taking in her perfect physique beneath the bubbles, and her beautiful face. Brynne sighed, cupping his face in her hands as he smiled up at her with the widest eyes she’d ever seen. He genuinely couldn’t stop smiling; he looked giddy just to be looking at her.

“You really are the sweetest, most handsome boy in the world,” she whispered.

“I love you so much,” he sighed.

“I promise I love you more, Josh Futturman,” she said with satisfaction.

“Brynne?” he piped up, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want my mommy,” he mumbled, nuzzling his head into her body.

“Oh, come here, baby,” she said, turning her body so that he could lay his head on her bare chest.

Josh excitedly rested his head chest as she held him, neatly stroking his hair as he let out a happy whine, never wanting to leave that position for the rest of his life.

*****

Brynne tried to tip-toe and move around her bedroom quietly as she woke up for work. But as soon as she had gotten out of bed and carefully replaced her warm body with a pillow for Josh to lay on, he had woken up.

“Baby?” he sat up sleepily. “Where you going?”

She could tell he was only half awake.

“Go back to bed, baby, it’s your day off,” she whispered.

“No… I wanna say ‘bye’ to you,” he protested through a yawn.

She just sighed in amusement, making the most of the situation. Fully aware that he was watching, she turned on the bathroom light so he could just barely see her, playfully stripping down to nothing in front of him before shutting the bathroom door. Josh sighed dreamily as he fell back onto the bed, smiling up at the ceiling.

“I have the best life ever.”

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Chapter Fifteen

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