#future man x reader

[janitorhutcherson]

Bf!Futturman Headcanons (Future Man)

there is NOT enough future man content! allow @dollfacedalls and i to fix that :p these r some headcanons we came up with real quick. if there are typos, sorry guys lolz. its 3am and i just typed this up bc i felt like we needed some josh futturman content. enjoy the sweaty loser boyfriend vibes!

Bf!Futturman who tries to be flirty and sexy but is unsuccessful. You've been out all day, and you've just gotten home. The moment you walk through the door, Josh is in front of you in a pair of dinosaur boxers with a huge, cheesy smile. You know why, and you know what he's wanting. You can't help but grin like an idiot as you put your bags down, walking towards him to place your hands on his hips. Before you can do so, Josh attempts to lean against the coffee table in a sexy fashion. Of course, as expected, he loses his balance, his feet falling out from under you. He lets out a yelp as his elbow hits the coffee table, your eyes wide as you run to assist him. "Baby," you gasp as you kneel. "Are you okay?" you mumble as he repositions himself, now leaning on his hurt elbow on his side, the toothy grin back on his face. "Yeah.. fine now that you're here, sexy," he says, wiggling his eyebrows as you roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder.

Bf!Futturman who is so clingy that he misses you so much, making him even want to be you. You two live together, Josh finally having moved out of his childhood home to get an apartment with you. You were at work, and Josh was upset. He felt like his other half was missing. It wasn't fair that he was off and you weren't. So.. naturally, he did what any man who was missing his partner would do -- he tried on your clothes, sprayed himself in your perfume, listened to your favorite songs, and watched your favorite TV show. When you walked into your apartment to him sitting on the couch in your dress, the apparent scent of your cherry-scented perfume in the air, Dance Moms on the TV, you gasped. The moment his eyes locked with yours, Josh froze, his eyes wide, not really sure what to say. Your eyes darted to the empty bottle on the table; your lonely boyfriend had drained your expensive perfume. Josh's eyes followed yours to the bottle as he shot up, walking over to you with raised eyebrows. "I swear, baby, I- I'll buy you a new bottle," he awkwardly muttered, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. 

Bf!Futturman who wants an ugly cat with you. No, not just a cat, but an ugly one. He wanted to find the most hideous, rattiest, mangy-looking cat the two of you could find. At first, you were somewhat frustrated with how adamant he was about the situation. You would've been much happier with a fluffy kitten with pretty blue eyes and soft fur. But no, you loved your boyfriend so much you'd given in. Josh convinced you he wanted one because 'nobody wants the ugly ones.' He claimed it was an action from the goodness of his heart, an action to save a poor kitty. He never would've said it out loud, but the reality was he didn't think the name Barthalomeow fit a pretty kitten. You ended up with a fluffy cat with huge brown eyes bulging from its skull. Its bottom teeth hung out of its mouth, and its brown fur stuck up in every which way... Yeah... it was hideous for sure, but Bathalomeow loved you and his kitty dad so that you couldn't be too mad.

Bf!Futturman gets so sucked into his game that he doesn't notice anything around him. When you weren't around, and he wasn't working, Josh did NOTHING but play Biotic Wars. He'd be so sucked into the game for hours, going to disgusting extremes to avoid having to press pause. When you were home, though, he'd only dedicate an hour or two a day to the game. This usually didn't bother you, but one particular day, you were feeling incredibly desperate for his attention, his eyes locked onto his TV screen as his fingers moved stealthily across his keyboard. You felt like you'd attempted everything. At first, you just tried his name. No luck. Then, you tried tapping his shoulder. Barely flinched. Your next action was more severe, seeing if your words would stir anything in him. "Baby," you called out, your annoyance apparent. "Hm?" he hummed with a half-assed response. "I'm going to my other man's house in a few. Is that cool?" you said from behind him, sprawled out on the bed with your eyebrows raised, your eyes throwing daggers toward the back of his head. "Yeah, whatever, babe, I'll see you later," he mumbled quickly as a loud groan left your lips. "Jesus christ," you mumbled. "Gonna jump off of a bridge, Joshy," you sang out jokingly, to which Josh responded, "Okay, baby." It felt hopeless, that was, until you had an idea. You threw your shirt off, your bare chest exposed as you pranced over to him, standing in front of him. Josh glanced over at you for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he reached his hand up to grasp your boob before looking back to his screen. "Mm, give me another hour," he hummed, his attention once again back on Future Man. Nope, didn't work. You'd revisit in an hour when you were his girlfriend again, and it wasn't his controller getting all of the hand action.

Bf!Futturman that attempts to cook for you. Josh could not cook. This was a given considering in order to cook, you had to have good coordination and be able to somewhat follow directions. Unless in video game form, it was difficult for Josh to do both. You didn't mind, enjoying making dinner and snacks for the two of you. It wasn't until one night Josh wanted to surprise you. He'd watched a YouTube video online on how to make a baked chicken with broccoli, mashed potatoes, along with a few other things. He didn't think twice about the difficulty, already feeling like a chef as he turned off his phone. He was soon proven very wrong, as about an hour later, you walked into the door to the smell of burning meat and smoke filling your kitchen. Josh stood in the center of it all, surrounded by far too many pans for him to be making such a simple dish, many of them filled with what looked like pure charcoal. He looked at you with sad eyes, a pout on his lips. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to make a mess. I really just wanted to do something nice for you like you do for me," he said softly as he walked over to you. You embraced him into your arms, pressing a kiss to his head. "Hey, 's okay baby, we can just order takeout," you giggled, deciding to turn the oven off and leave the mess for another time. 

Bf!Futturman who has no filter and lacks an understanding of time and place. The two of you were inside an art museum. You pulled out your phone to snap a cute selfie. The moment he saw the camera, he pulled you close, stiffening his entire body as he stared into the camera with a blank expression. You snapped the picture, reviewing it afterward as your smile dropped. "Seriously, Josh?" you asked as you raised your eyebrows, showing him the photo where he looked both uninterested and terrified all at once. He snickered with amusement, his nose scrunching up. "God, people are going to think I kidnapped you," you muttered under your breath. He nudged you with his shoulder, raising his eyebrows up and down. "That's because you did!" he exclaimed as he pretended to yank out of your grip. People began to stare, and Josh just snickered as you smacked his shoulder. "Shut up, Futturman!" you gritted through your teeth, rolling your eyes. God, you loved him, but oh, how he pissed you off sometimes.

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[freak-accident419]

Good Tidings

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Josh barely have any time to yourselves due time traveling nonstop, trying to save the fate of humanity. However, being at the Futturman’s Christmas dinner party granted you two a fair amount of time.

Word Count: 2.9k

Content: 18+ Smut, MDNI, gender neutral reader (no genitals specified, it’s just vague penetration), cockwarming, lots of fluff, takes place during Future Man S1E6 “A Blowjob Before Dying”, too much shitty sex jokes n puns (im sorry) (not), giddy+silly+sweet love making, you think you are sooo fucking funny, more goofy than serious/lustful, you two are very much in love, more plot (high ass dialogue) than porn tbh

(A/n: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!! Hope you enjoy this muahahaha and thank you all for your recent support! First smut written on this account, so be gentle with me please !)

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You, Tiger, Wolf, and Josh were at the Futturman household, schedule disrupted due to the reluctance of Josh’s parents. They insisted that you all join them for their small Christmas dinner party. You were all sat down at the dining table, as well as the neighbors, Josh’s Uncle Barry, and Diane’s friend, Wanda (who was especially invited to perhaps keep Barry at bay).

While Tiger was mostly impatient and displeased with every mindless convo and laughter, talk revolved around several topics like DNA kits or Wolf’s strangely fascinating culinary.

You sat beside your boyfriend, Josh, slightly nervous about the time you were wasting. Ever since you’ve been dragged into the whole ‘Biotic Wars is real’ and ‘kill or be killed’ shit, you and Josh have been dealing with the worst, unimaginable shit ever. With the two of your adrenaline wearing off, you gradually processed everything that’s happened the past few days since you were never given a break. Hence the hand holding under the table as you two would seek comfort from one another.

But you attempted to distract yourself from the deaths you’ve witnessed and the near-death experiences you’ve had to your best ability by indulging in every conversation.

“Gabe, honey, tell them about—about the recent fishing trip we went on,” Josh’s mother, Diane encouraged to her husband with her sweet, achingly kind voice. You had so much respect for Josh’s parents, so it was pretty easy for you all to hit it off well. They loved you. In fact, they were heavily relieved that Josh had finally found someone, let alone someone as amazing as you.

Gabe let out a hearty chuckle as he prepared himself to tell the table his story.

“So, a couple of days ago, Diane and I went on a small fishing trip. And I remembered an old trick back in the day that attracted a lot of trout,” he explained as you picked up your glass of wine, sipping some generously. Diane smiled at him with a nod as he continued. “One of the very efficient ways to go about fish bait is blowing worms.”

You choke on your wine, holding in a laugh, coughing a bit instead as Josh looks at you with a knowing smile. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked, trying not to grin too widely. Did you hear that right?

“Blowing worms,” Gabe repeated, getting a confined chuckle out of you and Josh. “You inflate the worms with air, which makes them float instead of having your bait be at the very bottom. It’s perfect, especially near the winter time. Worked like a charm.”

“Ohh,” you gasp in wonder. You chuckle to yourself before you spontaneously say, “Yeah, actually, I think I did do that a few times. Blew a-a worm.”

You looked at Josh, thinking you were being hilarious, but he looked at you with surprised eyes and parted lips of shock that slowly transitioned into a smile.

“Really?” Josh’s father expressed with intrigue. “I didn’t even know you fish. You have someone teach you that method, or—”

“Oh, no, Mr. Futturman, I,” you speak as you occasionally switch from looking at him to Josh. “I think it’s a very popular method. It’s a pretty natural instinct, you know? Blowing worms, that is.”

“Wow, really? Always thought it was an old-fashioned sort of thing.”

“Nah, far from old-fashioned, it’s almost contemptuous!”

You did pretty well at suppressing your laughter, because you sounded really earnest. Josh covered his mouth, amused by your subtle humor.

“Joshy, we didn’t know that Y/n likes fishing. We could’ve taken them on our trip. In fact, we could’ve all went,” Diane suggests as she looked at Josh and then you.

It was like everyone at the table was blind to your immature, yet humorous implication. Except, of course, your boyfriend.

“Oh, no worries, Mrs. Futturman,” you insisted kindly. “I don’t usually fish. Plus, blowing worms can be very exhausting.”

“Y/n—” Josh reacted, but interrupted himself with a suppressed laugh.

“You think so?” Mr. Futturman raised an eyebrow. “I just stick a syringe in them, inflate it, and bam, it’s all thick and ready to g—”

You and Josh burst out laughing, holding onto the table and each other. You swore there were slight tears coming out of your eyes as both of your faces were red. You felt overjoyed to feel happiness and delight for the first time ever since your involvement in the mission. And you felt even more glad that it was your boyfriend that you fooled around with.

“Sorry, sorry,” Josh says after his laughter died down as the entire table was confused. “I just—We just thought about a, um, moment when—Um… Actually, Y/n and I did go fishing once. Isn’t that—isn’t that right?”

You nod and go along with it, detaining your giggles.

“Well, anyways, we actually did that method, and yeah, you’re right, it works like a charm!” He exclaimed with joy as his parents smile at him with approval and pride.

“Bet the worm was pretty small, huh?” Tiger jumped in wittily, however, in a coldly nonchalant manner.

“And pathetic!” Wolf blurted.

“Hey, even if that might’ve been true—might’ve—it-it probably had a personality, you know?” He reckoned with a shrug, making you laugh again.

***

“You are—are fucking terrible, you know that?” Josh quickly muttered under his breath as you two continued to kiss each other deeply on his bed. “Those were my parents.”

“C’mon, baby, admit it, it was comedy gold,” you giggle, pressing your lips to his once more by tugging his black, skinny necktie towards you as you remained sitting on his lap.

The dinner party was still going on downstairs. After a long time of looking at each other longingly at the table, you two decided to excuse yourselves in order to “prepare gifts for Josh’s coworkers that he forgotten to wrap” in his room.

When you guys rushed in his room, you couldn’t take your hands off each other, immediately making out once the door was locked. However, you then had to close all his blinds before you met him back on the bed. This wasn’t new to you, none of it was. The soft, warm orange that his room’s light emitted strangely comforted you, as well as being back on his soft, spacey mattress.

Was it a good idea to leave Tiger and Wolf alone with Josh’s family and company? Probably not. But you’ve taught them enough shit. They tolerate Josh’s parents, so why not a few other guests as well? And you’ll only be gone for no longer than five minutes, you’d hoped.

You bring your hands to his pants, attempting to unbuckle his belt. “Shit—What the—What the fuck is this?” You grumble, Josh laughing at you as you struggle.

“I think it’s—” He giggled, bringing his own hands to his belt, trying to remove it, pulling. “I think it’s stuck.”

“What the shit?” You wheeze. “Fuckin’—Fuckin’ cock block!” You continue to mess with the belt, trying your best to unbuckle it.

“Wait, you—you’re almost there, you—”

“Oh my god! Holy shit! I got it!” You let out a surprised gasp, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants right after.

“Oh shit! Flawless victory!” He exclaimed, making you stop in your tracks, looking back up at him.

“You did not just quote Mortal Kombat because I successfully unbuckled your belt,” you raise an eyebrow, nevertheless amused by his dorkiness.

“Maybe,” he answered smugly.

“You’re lucky I am in love with you, otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have let that slide,” you chuckle.

“Oh, come on. You’d love my video game references either way,” he insisted.

“I’m serious, Josh, the amount of things I’ve let slide because I love you is kind of crazy. Let me just say, I am so glad I met you after the ‘apple juice’ incident that Ray told me about.”

“Ray told you about that?”

“He told me a lot of things. Mostly the embarrassing things. I think he wanted to freak me out, you know? Always thought I was too good for you.”

You pulled his pants off, throwing it carelessly down on the floor. Your lips attached once more as he snickered as you then cupped his face with your warm hands. You look at your lover, his big, brown, desperate eyes looking at you with utmost adoration. “Well, jokes on him, he was entirely wrong. You are so good to me, you know that?”

He smiles at you softly, and you could sense how flustered he felt to hear that (the blushing patently gave it away). “You’re the one who’s been on my side since forever. Even when you got involved in all this shit that you didn’t even have to be in. You-You could’ve called me crazy, and-and broken up with me, but you believed me and stayed by my side, even knowing that things were gonna get dirty. And they did, get really dirty.” Rest in peace Janis and Carl? Or, rather, die, you evil perf-cocks? Eh, doesn’t fucking matter. “You’re so good for me, sometimes I can’t believe you’re even real.”

You giggle sweetly as you give him another kiss, a quiet smack caused by your lips deftly leaving his own to speak. “Well, I’m here and I’m real, and I’ll always be there for you, baby,” you reassure. You were perfect for him. Indefinitely.

He smiled blissfully. “I love you so much.”

You two made out passionately until you were laying under him, the lower halves of your bodies bare as you discarded the necessary clothes.

“Do you think your parents and everyone else knew about the worm thing or are they just that… I don’t know… clueless?” You asked endearingly under your breath as your fingers entangle in his soft, brown hair.

“Hmm. Possibly,” he reckons, raising his eyebrows as he thought about it. “That was still kind of evil of you, though.”

“Me, personally, I thought it was hilarious.”

“Blowing worms?”

“C’mon, your father set himself up for that.”

“Tiger called it small,” he muttered lamentably. “And Wolf said it was pathetic.”

“Jeez, whatever happened to personality?” You chuckle softly.

He sighed. “They still sort of called me out.”

“Shut up. It’s average, to say the least. Doesn’t matter either way, you’re enough.”

“But—”

“Josh, if it bothers you this much, then just prove them wrong right now,” you reply with a laugh.

“As in—?”

“Josh, c’mon, we don’t have time anyways. They’re expecting us any minute because of that shitty made-up story excuse. I love foreplay, dude, but I’m pretty sure we didn’t acknowledge the time at all. Quickies are definitely not our cup of tea. Y—” Your breath hitched as you felt his tip prod at your sensitive entrance. He gave you a soft, comforting kiss on the nose. You looked into each other’s eyes deeply, then your lips crashed into each other’s as the two of you stifled your moans once Josh finally thrusted in.

“Y-You know you’re p-perfect just the—mm—way you are, right?” You ask gently, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smiled at this, kissing your lips once more, beginning to move. Your heart fluttered each second you felt him thrust in and out, slightly and satisfyingly stretching you. His hips moved quite skillfully, but also slightly clumsily, which was nonetheless admirable.

Your usual soft moans and gasps would be replaced by stifled grunts and sighs, due to the company downstairs. As much as you wanted the whole world to know that Josh Futturman was yours and only yours, you also had dignity—plus, it was his goddamn parents downstairs.

You giggled as you felt his nose against yours each rough kiss. “Y-You know, however, I think the only complaint I have about you is the fact that you hate Super Mario Bros.” You point out with a chuckle.

“Y/n, in my—agh—defense, it literally makes no sense. Like, why would there be pipes that are—”

“Okay, why rely solely on logic and rationality, hm, Futturman? I thought video games were all about escape. It’s all just harmless fun.”

“Yeah, well, I’m much more into games with thought-out plots and challenges,” he remarked, making you roll your eyes playfully. “Anyways, it pretty much just got ruined for me even more when Tracy at the video game store talked about Luigi having a very hairy, Italian cock.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Baby, I love you. However, your goddamn dick is currently inside of me. Please do not talk about Luigi’s theoretic hairy penis.”

“Noted,” he assents, going back to kissing you passionately, while moving slowly inside of you, yet deeper with each thrust. You let out a quiet, pleasured gasp as you felt him fill you perfectly, his hands lovingly gripping your waist to keep you still.

Your eyes closed as you indulged in the feeling of his gentle thrusts, him peppering kisses on your neck, softly chuckling under his breath. He guessed he was still in disbelief that he had someone as amazing as you.

“I… I still can’t believe someone as perfect as you would ever go out with a loser like me,” he scoffed, pressing more kisses against your neck and jaw.

“Hey, seriously?” You frown, holding his face in your hands once more, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You are… a lot of things, Josh. But a loser isn’t one of them. Okay? You are so kind and funny and caring and thoughtful a-and—m-mm—amazing i-in general.”

“I—Fuck. I—I don’t deserve you,” he panted.

“J-Jesus Christ, sh-shut your fuckin’ rathole. Yes you do, baby. You deserve me as much as I deserve you.”

It was becoming harder to focus on your words as you continued to feel an increased sensation and pleasure as his thrusts quicken and falter. You let out a small gasp as you tense things up by wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him in even deeper. You two had been speaking and giggling to each other constantly that you didn’t even notice the lewd, wet, slapping against the skin that came from each heavy thrust. Josh grabbed one of your hands, interlocking your fingers tightly on the mattress beside your head.

“J-Josh, I—” You begin breathlessly.

“I know, me too,” he grunts as soft, inaudible whimpers and whines leave his lips while the movement of his hips stuttered. His rhythm was becoming unsteady, but it was also increasing in speed. “I—Y/n, f-fuck, I’m c—”

“Sh-shit, baby, I—” You pant as you felt closer and closer over the edge, every mere feeling increasing your stimulation. You bring your hand to cover your mouth and suppress any loud moans as you finally released, the knot in your stomach undoing itself as you sigh afterwards once your hand left your mouth. Josh came exactly right after you as his hips jolted for the final time, spilling his warm, white seed inside of you, burying his face in your neck to muffle a high-pitched grunt and acute whines.

You two were breathing heavily, kissing each other’s lips softly and lovingly after you both came down from your high. You two never moved from your position, still fragile and sore. Josh caressed the side of your waist under your shirt, his head resting in your neck as you moved your hand to play with his hair, holding him in your arms.

“This is probably the only time we’ll have together alone before we have to continue with the damn mission,” you figured, tangling his strands of hair in between your fingers.

“It’s bullshit,” he mumbles, his thumb continuing to rub your waist.

“Enjoy the moment while we can?” You suggested with a small chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess,” he sighed dejectedly.

A beat.

“Hm,” you hum thoughtfully.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing, I just… I like it whenever you’re inside of me,” you comment softly. This was probably the most affectionately vulnerable and honest you have been with him. Your tone lacked any intention for humor or lust; you were genuine.

He lifted his head up from your neck. “Seriously?”

“I don’t know. It just feels right. You know, as if you were, like, made for me exactly,” you whispered lovesickly, looking down at his sweet, plump lips to his profound, gorgeous brown eyes. “I wanna stay like this a little longer. You’re so perfect for me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replied with a smile, kissing your lips soothingly.

Then suddenly,

“Futturman! L/n! Get out of there, we gotta go now! Operation Cameronium!” Tiger called from the other side of the door. “Goddamnit. The fucking—tiny man—baby thing—is, just, really starting to piss me off. Let’s go!”

You and Josh looked at each other for a while in silence before bursting out into laughter.

“We-we better go before she considers murdering little baby Wallace,” you suggest with a soft smile.

“Yeah… Wait. Do you really think—”

“No…” You answer before he could finish his sentence. “I know she seems all stoic on the outside, but I feel like the past few days, she changed a bit. Empathy-wise. Slightly, at the very least.” Josh nods.

“I’m really gonna miss this,” he sighs.

“Me too. But don’t worry, once we fix everything, we have all the time in the world together,” you assert.

“Okay,” he smiles sweetly, kissing your lips before slowly pulling out of you, leaving you to feel empty and slightly bummed.

The two of you, with your clothes back on and hair quickly fixed, you waltzed downstairs with no problem. Your hands had been interlocked, faces a bit flushed as you smile to yourselves.

“You two sure look happy,” Diane expresses joyfully. “You really got into the Christmas spirit, wrapping all those gifts upstairs, huh?”

You giggled under your breath. “Oh, yeah, definitely, Mrs. Futturman. Uh, very much so. I really love Christmas, you know? The gift wrapping Joshy and I did upstairs and, you know, all the Christmas traditions. ‘Specially, ‘specially the yule log.” You look at Josh with a knowing grin as he just listened in, suspecting nothing at all. “Really makes you feel warm inside, am I right?”

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[eunbitchh]

saviour

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*18+ MDNI*

word count: 2.3k

pairing: josh futturman x reader (gender not specified, only usage of you & your pronouns, but reader does use a strapon)

warnings: pegging, very light degradation, dumbification?, shitty writing (i’ve literally never written for a man before so bare w me lmao)

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josh futturman is a whiny loser, but you can’t help but love that about him. he would do anything to please you, he really was truly desperate for your attention and your approval, and that was something so easy to get addicted to. it soon led you to a point that you had decided to have a conversation with him to try something new in the bedroom. while sex with him was amazing, with all the pathetic whimpers he made only spurring you on, you started to want something more.

“pegging?” josh asked sounding confused and tilting his head a bit, looking at you with those big brown eyes.

“yeah, pegging. basically i’m wondering if you would let me fuck you with a dildo?” it was a bit embarrassing to bring up but you knew at the end of the day, he would do anything to make you happy. he felt lucky you even wanted him at all in the first place.

“well.. i’ve never thought about it before.. but.. if it’s something you want- i.. i would be willing to try it” he seemed a bit unsure of himself. he did want to make you happy, he really did, but he just wasn’t sure how that would play out.

“i don’t want you to feel pressured at all, it’s completely okay if you don’t want to, josh. it’s just, i want to make you feel good and i think you’d really like it” you say rubbing his knee a bit to reassure him.

“no- i- i’ll try it.. but, will you walk me through it? and not be.. too rough?” he asked, a bit shy from the conversation at hand and that was obvious from the blush that coated his face.

“of course! i’ll start you off slowly and we can go from there, and we can use a safe word if at any point it’s too much and i’ll stop.” your voice did nothing to hide how giddy you were upon his agreement.

“how about ‘saviour’ for your safe word?”

he nods along, starting to become a bit more comfortable now knowing that you were taking precautions for his wellbeing. his heart actually fluttered a bit at how considerate you were being of him.

“yeah, saviour. sounds good” he said sending you a small smile

“do you.. have it? you know.. the.. dildo?” he asked

you nod at him with obvious enthusiasm “i do- i have everything i need actually. would you like to see it?” you question back. he nods, words seeming to escape him now that it hit him that this was really going to happen.

you get up from your spot on the sofa beside him and walk to your shared bedroom, before returning with a box in hand, opening it to reveal the contents inside

“so this-“ you begin, pulling out the black harness “is the harness, this part will hold the dildo.” you say pointing to the spot where it was meant to go.

“and this-“ you pull out the dildo. it was clear and pale pink in color “is the dildo. you can feel it if you’d like” you say pulling it out of the box and holding it out to him

he takes it from your hand, inspecting it a bit closely with widened eyes and blushing furiously. it wasn’t a very large one, but it definitely wasn’t small either. it was probably about the average size of a penis. he couldn’t help but feel a bit intimated again, he’d never had anything in his ass before and now after seeing the silicone toy he felt a bit anxious about it again.

“this is going.. inside me?” he sounded flabbergasted. you nodded before you answered him.

“yes, but don’t worry we’ll ease into it, i’ll prep you with my fingers first and we can continue from there?” you suggested softly, taking his hand in your own and running your thumb along his knuckles to calm him a bit.

“okay.. yeah.” he still sounded a bit unsure but he felt better from your comforting words and actions, and the two of you made your way to your shared bedroom.

you pull him in for a kiss, starting it off soft and slow but getting more needy by the second. your hands find their way to his hair, tugging lightly causing him to moan against your lips, you push him back and his knees hit the edge of the bed before falling back onto the soft mattress while you straddle him and continue to kiss him like it was the last thing you would do in your life.

his hands flew up to your hips, holding you closer to him and letting out a soft whimper when your body made contact with his clothed cock.

you trailed your hands down his chest to the hem of shirt and tugging it up his body to reveal the soft skin of his stomach, letting him finish the job of removing his shirt which he did, discarding it onto the hardwood floor beneath the bed.

often times if you wanted to, you could make him cum just from dry humping. however that wasn’t the plan for tonight. your hands now roamed across his exposed skin, trailing them up and down, while your lips moved to his jaw, then to his neck, then his chest, kissing the skin so tenderly but leaving a variety of hickeys in their trace. with each touch you gave him, he whined needily for you, a hand coming to the back of your head to hold you closer.

your mouth moved toward one of his nipples now, blowing cool air onto it causing him to whine loudly and arch towards your mouth, then whimpering when you took it into your mouth, biting down gently. you let one of your hands move up to his other nipple and pinched it gently between your index finger and your thumb, it was really too much for him, he hid his face beneath one of his arms and tried to muffle his sounds only for you to push it out of the way.

“let me hear you, pretty boy” you whisper to him, laying a soft kiss to his cheek. he nods at your words, silently agreeing to do so. your hands trail further down his stomach now to where the waistband of his pants were, unbuckling the belt and unlooping it from its secure place before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants next, waiting for him to remove them.

he lifted his hips off the bed for a minute to do so, discarding them in the same direction he had his shirt, and your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the obvious bulge that laid within his boxers. you raise your eyebrow at him playfully “somebodies excited” you tease.

“hard not to be when i’m with you” he responded.

you shed yourself of your own clothes now, letting yourself be completely bare in front of him and he watched you through very appreciative lust glazed eyes. he would never grow tired of seeing your body, that was for sure.

you then moved to remove the last of his clothing, his cock springing free from its confinement and slapping against his stomach, he hissed at the sensation of the cold air in the room that was now hitting it.

you pull him in for another heated kiss, which he eagerly returned before you pulled back and leaned towards your nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. you opened the bottle and squeezed a bit out onto your finger, softly running it along his hole.

“i’ll go slow, okay?” you whisper to him. he couldn’t bring himself to say any coherent words at the time being so he opted to just nod in response, feeling your finger gently slide into him and begin probing the tight walls, causing him to inhale sharply.

“does it hurt?” you ask, monitoring his face closely for any sign of pain or discomfort. he shook his head ‘no’

“just.. feels weird” he spoke softly. you continued your ministrations with the one finger for a while longer, before removing it to apply some more lube and adding in a second. the sensation was still foreign to him, but he was starting to get a bit more used to it and enjoying himself while you continued to finger him. he began to softly moan from the feeling of your fingers stretching him open, pushing them further and further into him and pumping them in and out. oh.. he could definitely get used to this.

you pull your fingers back out of his hole and he whined at the loss of contact, opening his eyes and looking at you as if to silently plead you to continue. watching you squeeze more lube into your fingers did something to him, the sight was really arousing and then he felt you carefully slide 3 fingers into him, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so stretched open from your fingers

“feel good?” you ask softly, he nods in response, minds falling from between his lips constantly now

“s’good” he slurs out, too lost to the pleasured sensation running through his veins to form a full sentence.

“doing so good for me josh, sound so pretty for me” you encourage him, stroking his waist softly and continuing to prod at his greedy hole with your fingers before slowing pulling them out, he whines at the loss of contact

“you ready?” you ask as you step into the harness and secure it to your body. he nods furiously in respond

“please- i need more please” he begs you, his eyes beginning to fill with desperate tears. so pathetic. so cute.

you secure the dildo to its place within the harness apply lube to it, rubbing it along the tip and down the shaft while you were looking at him. the sight aroused him more than he expected it to, your hooded eyes staring at him while you stroked the silicone, thoroughly applying the lube to it.

“remember your safe word?” you asked him. he nodded

“saviour”. he answered, you smiled softly at him, running a thumb along his chin and kissing him softly

“good boy, make sure to use it if its ever too much okay?” he nods silently and watches you make your way between his legs, pushing them apart for easier access, caging him between your arms shortly after.

the tip of the silicone toy presses against his hole, he looks at you with those wide eyes again as you slowly begin to push in, inch by inch, his head falls back and his eyes roll as he lets out a loud moan as he feels you gradually bottom out inside him.

oh.. oh.

now he understood what you meant when you said you thought he’d like this. it felt amazing, he’s never felt this good before. his hips moved instinctively to try and match the slow pace you had set fucking him, trying to fuck himself onto you now. it was definitely a pleasant sight to see. you gradually began to snap your hips against him faster, a flurry of whimpers spilling from his lips from the new speed. he was getting so close to cummimg now. he was used to lasting longer, but he had never been fucked in the ass before, in his defence.

you knew he was close, as he was getting louder and loude by the second.

“you gonna cum for me josh? gonna cum from this pretty cock in your ass?” you spur him on, rubbing your thumbs in circles on his nipples now. he nodded wordlessly, looking at you pathetically

“yes- gonna cum for you- please!” he whined

you kiss him, a messy and completely lust driven kiss but that didn’t matter right now. you pull away and meet his glossy eyes, wiping the stray tears that rolled down his cheeks and leaving light kisses in their trace

“cum for me” you encourage, the speed of your hips pumping the silicone toy into him never faltering as he does just that. hot white ropes flying into his stomach and his chest while he moans your name.

you gradually slow your movements, eventually coming to a complete stop before slowing pulling out, he whines at the feeling of being so empty now, you press a soft kiss to his nose now and smile at him softly.

“did so good for me josh, such a good job” you speak in a much more gentle tone than before. he nods wordlessly at you, he felt like you fucked his ability to speak away.

you step out of the harness now and hold it in your hand as you get off the bed

“stay here, i’m gonna get you cleaned up” he nodded again at that, and he really didn’t think he could move if he tried to anyways.

you leave the bedroom and wash off the silicone toy with the proper soap and water before also wetting a wash cloth with warm water and returned to the bedroom where josh was still sprawled out on the bed.

you gently ran the cloth along his skin, wiping up any of the cum that was on him while softly planting an array of kisses all over his face. he smiled softly at that.

“did you enjoy it?” you asked softly

he nodded

“that was.. better than i expected. we should definitely do it again” he answered honestly, his voice was a bit ruined from how loud he had been but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“i’d love to.” you say smiling softly to him and place a quick peck to his lips.

#future man #futureman #josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #futureman x reader #future man x reader #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh futturman x reader smut #i need him #josh hutcherson x reader smut

[sleepyhutcherson]

futturman comforting you headcannons

masterlist | requested by @futturmansgf (babe im sorry this is so late xx hope you enjoy!)

pairing: josh futturman x gn!reader

tags: comfort, fluff, angst, established relationship, best friends to lovers but it’s not really mentioned, mention of family issues (nothing specific stated), use of y/n.

author’s note: finally getting back to focusing on my requests! this is so rushed and not my best work for sure but i still hope it’s enjoyable <3 also not edited so excuse any mistakes!

First off, I 100% believe Josh is the type of boyfriend to tell you to call him whenever you need him—and he empathises how it could be three in the morning and if you call him he will pick up!

He’ll probably be up gaming, playing either Biotic Wars or something.

It doesn’t matter how into his game he is, the moment he sees your contact appear on his screen, he puts his controller down, mumbling a quick “hold on” to whoever he’s playing with before muting his mic.

“Hey, Y/N,” he’ll say through the line, his voice gentle. The moment he hears you sniffle and the sadness in your tone, his heart breaks. “Is everything okay, love?” He asks out of concern.

He picks up your call, you didn’t often call him this late so this must’ve been important. “Hey, Y/N, is everything okay?” He asks through the line, his voice gentle. He hears you sniffle and he can tell something is wrong (also because it’s not everyday that you call him this late.)

He listens to you explain what occurred, and before you can get too in detail he asks you if he can come over.

He listens to a brief explanation of what happened, you want to say more but you’re so overwhelmed with everything, and you’re partially scared you’re bothering him.

Josh knows you through and through, he has since you two were really young. So, he can sense you’re struggling and that you clearly want to say more so he doesn’t hesitate to ask you what he wants to, immediately blurting it out once you’re done speaking.

“What?” You ask, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“Can I come over?” He repeats, his tone gentle. You don’t know why but it surprises you—it surprises you that someone is willing to drive late at night just to hear you ramble about your problems.

You’re quite, no answer leaving your lips so quickly Josh says, “you—I don’t have to, er, if you—you don’t want me to but…” he trails off.

Truth is, he wants to hold you. He wants to be there for you physically if he can. If you’ll allow him to.

If you want, he’ll listen to you over the phone of course but he prefers to be there with you.

“Josh, it’s three in the morning…” you respond. This is not you saying no, though, you’re just still unsure if he wants to actually come over.

You hear him let out a soft chuckle. “I know, Y/N/N, but I really don’t mind. You clearly need someone right now.”

You agree and both of you hang up, Josh not even bothering to tell his friends (who were still on the game) bye, simply leaving the game.

Yes, Josh Futturman is the type of boyfriend to drive down to your house even if it’s three in the morning.

He doesn’t show up empty handed either, probably stops at some ‘open 24 hours’ shop to grab you some of your favourite snacks.

The moment you open the door, he moves forward to hug you. You were still crying, a little less but he could see your teary eyes and your stained cheeks.

With that, you both get cosy on the sofa in your living room, Josh patting his lap for you to lay your head so he can play with your hair while you tell him about your issues.

He listens the whole time, he doesn’t talk until your done.

He honestly can’t imagine what you’re going through, how your family has the capability to treat you like that. It pains him that you’re being treated so poorly by them.

He plants soft kisses on your head whenever you start crying, wiping your tears away.

When you’re done, he cups your face in his hands, gently wiping your tears away with his thumb. He looks into his eyes, his own glossy with probably tears. “I’m so sorry, love,” he frowns. He hates seeing you like this. He especially hates that your family’s causing this. “I know you’re struggling, I know I can’t take your pain away but I want you to know that you’re, like, the most important person to me. It might not mean much but I love you and I’m sorry your family hasn’t shown you that love but you are loved by me, okay?”

He always knows what to say in these situations.

He knows how to make you feel loved even in moments like these.

He peppers kisses over you face, even your tear stained cheeks, whispering “I love you”’s between each kiss.

Lastly, he’ll land at your lips, kissing you so softly and lovingly. He takes a moment between the kiss to tell you how perfect you are which makes you smile softly.

Your snacks that he brought over go ignored for now, Josh holding you in his arms until you fall asleep, finally at ease.

#josh futturman #josh hutcherson x reader #josh futturman fluff #josh futturman x you #josh futturman smut #josh futturman imagine #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh futturman x reader #future man x reader #future man #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt comfort

[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. Oral(F receiving). Fingering. Praise kink. Slight degradation. Slight choking.

(Minors DNI.)

Part Eight: Gift Exchange

“Are you sure you wanna go to my house? Not, like, a Taco Bell parking lot, or Guantanamo Bay, or something?” Josh asked hopefully for the umpteenth time even after they had arrived. “You really don’t have to meet my parents on the first date.”

“I’m sure, Josh,” Brynne laughed as they got out of the car. “Besides. I like meeting people’s parents. Especially when they’re nice.”

“You say that, until they start trying to convince you to move in.”

“If they show me your baby pictures, I’ll rent a U-Haul.”

“Oh, God,” Josh sighed, dreading the interaction as he unlocked the front door.

Josh opened the door for Brynne, as the two of them entered the house to find that the Futturmans were hosting a small get-together, which Josh had completely forgot about until now. Everyone was looking at them; Josh’s parents, the neighbors, and Josh’s Uncle Barry.

“Hey, Joshy!” Diane got up to greet him, as Gabe followed her. “Is this the famous Dr. Brynne?!”

“Mom!” Josh complained, mortified.

“Hi,” Brynne smiled, shaking both of their hands.

“Welcome, Brynne,” Gabe Futturman smiled warmly, “Nice to meet you! You’re always welcome at the Futturman house.”

“Thank you,” she smiled warmly. “It’s so nice to meet you. Josh has told me so much about you,” she teased him.

“All good, I hope?” Gabe chuckled.

“Yeah!” she lied.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful!” Diane exclaimed, “Could I get a picture of the two of you later?”

“Mom!” Josh gasped.

“Yeah, sure!” Brynne nodded.

“Come meet everyone, Brynne,” she led them over to the guests, “I’ve been telling them all about you!”

“I’m so sorry,” Josh whispered to her.

She just laughed as his parents led them into the living room.

“Everyone, this is Josh’s date, Dr. Brynne Johansson,” Gabe introduced her. “She’s the head of the research department at Kronish Labs.”

Josh was horrified at his parents’ lack of subtlety.

“Hi, happy holidays,” Brynne waved to everyone.

“Awooga,” Josh’s newly divorced uncle, Barry, stared at her.

Josh made a face, disgusted by the behavior.

“Just a warning about Uncle Barry,” he whispered, “You’re gonna want to avoid him right about… two whiskeys ago.”

“Duly noted,” Brynne murmured as they sat down, joining the party.

“Brynne, these are our neighbors, Melinda and Julius Seneca,” Gabe introduced the couple as they waved kindly. “And this is Josh’s uncle, my brother, Barry.”

“Well. How you doing?” Barry slurred as he jumped up to shake her hand.

“Uh…” Brynne looked to Josh for help as he mouthed a hasty apology. “I’m good,” she grimaced as she gave him her hand.

Josh watched in horror as his Uncle Barry took her hand, raising it up to his lips to kiss it, mouth still open.

“Oh,” she smiled, trying her hardest to be polite for Josh’s sake. “I take it you had a Philly cheesesteak for lunch?”

The bald man chuckled deeply, eyes still locked on Brynne.

“Barry,” Josh’s father sighed at his brother,

“What?” the drunk man asked defensively.

“Leave Josh’s girlfriend alone,” his mother chimed in.

“Mom! Oh my God!” Josh complained, at a loss for words.

“What?” she questioned.

“Come on, you two. Have a seat,” Gabe smiled invitingly.

Josh tried to cover his look of distress with an attentive smile.

“So, how did you and Josh meet?” the neighbor, Melinda Seneca, asked curiously.

“Oh, it’s not that interesting,” Josh assured her with a chuckle.

He looked to Brynne, gauging her expression off the look on her face to make sure that she was okay, which he had now made a habit of doing.

“We just met at work.”

“Yeah, so Brynne, I hear you’re a doctor?” Julius asked.

“A doctor of science, yes,” Brynne clarified.

“Really? At your age?” his ears practically perked up.

“Julius,” his wife laughed, embarrassed.

“No, it’s okay,” she gestured, “I got my PhD when I was twenty-three.”

“Wow. That’s impressive,” the man nodded. “You just be some kind of genius.”

“Not really,” Brynne laughed.

“No, she is,” Josh insisted with a grin, kindly resting his hand on her back, “She’s the head of the research department at Kronish Labs,” he said proudly.

“Wow,” Melinda smiled.

“Then what’s she doing with a janitor?” Barry asked from the corner with a mouth full.

Everyone slowly looked at him in horror, as Josh swallowed awkwardly.

“Barry!” Gabe said, aghast.

Josh’s parents looked at one another awkwardly, unsure of how to handle the situation. The Senecas seemed equally uncomfortable.

“You apologize to Josh right now!” his father yelled.

“No, Dad, it’s okay,” Josh avoided his gaze.

“No, it’s not. You don’t talk to family like that,” his father insisted.

Brynne looked at Josh sadly, seeing the way the comment affected him.

“Hey,” she whispered, taking his hand.

Josh looked up at her in surprise, touched by the gesture.

“We don’t have to stay down here if you don’t want to,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Josh said quietly, clearing his throat as they stood. “Mom. Dad. We’re going upstairs.”

“Joshy,” his mother said as she stood, feeling sorry for him.

“It’s okay, Mom. We’ll come down in a little bit,” Josh told them, turning to the neighbors, “See you guys later.”

He took Brynne’s hand as the two of them walked up the stairs together, heading up to Josh’s room as he closed the door, sighing as he flopped onto his bed, sitting with his face in his hands.

“Hey. You okay?” Brynne asked, sitting beside him.

“Yeah,” he sighed, stopping to look at her, “I’m fine. I just… needed a break.”

“I guess we’re both having the same kinda night,” she pointed out, earning a small smile.

“Brynne?” Josh said finally.

“Yeah?”

He sat up straight, just staring right at her.

“I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Stop,” she chuckled, only half meaning it.

“No, really. I just had one of those… moments. You know?” he asked.

“What kind of moments?”

“I don’t know,” he thought, “Just one of those kind of things where you’re just feeling like shit, and then you stop, and you look at something… Like a butterfly outside, or a kid laughing, and you just… You realize the beauty in things. I saw it. In you.”

She smiled as she caressed his face with her thumb. “You’re very, very adorable,” she told him. “And I like you. More than I’ve ever liked anyone after knowing them only this long.”

“That… That makes me really happy,” he allowed himself a smile. “Are you happy?”

“Yeah, I think I am,” Brynne chuckled softly.

“Good. I like making people happy,” Josh nodded.

“I’ll make you happy,” she told him, resting a hand on his thigh as she leaned in, pausing for a moment.

Josh froze, looking her in the eye, too afraid to move. He thought he might spook her, like a deer in headlights. But her resolve seemed to be strengthening. Taking the bewildered expression on his face for an enthusiastic ‘yes’, she pressed a kiss to his lips, the two of them existing purely in the moment.

Brynne threw her arms around his neck, losing her hands in Josh’s hair as he sighed with contentment. He tentatively pulled her closer to him, gaining confidence as she allowed him to hold above her waist.

It was a beautiful kiss, exactly what Josh had imagined. The kiss was deep, but not inherently making out. It was sweet, but not one-dimensional, and charged, but not dirty. Josh knew it was the kind of kiss that only existed in books and movies. He felt as if this right here could’ve been his happily ever after.

Regretfully, he pulled away, looking her in the eyes just to double check that she was enjoying it.

“I like you so much,” he breathed, looking at her in the most precious manner.

He was adorable like a puppy, looking up at its master for approval. Brynne realized he truly did just look happy to be there.

“Joshy!”

Josh nearly jumped up at the interruption, his mom opening the door with a plate made up of charcuterie items.

“Mom! What the hell!” Josh exclaimed, as Brynne just sat there awkwardly, offering her a smile.

“I just came up to bring you guys some snacks,” Diane Futturman said, politely leaving the plate on Josh’s desk. “I thought you might be hungry, after that fancy party, you know how they always just serve finger food...”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Mom! What the fuck! Please knock next time!” Josh cried in embarrassment. “We’re trying to talk!”

Brynne studied him, trying to determine whether or not he was okay.

“Okay, okay, honey, I’m sorry,” she apologized, hurrying out of the room to leave them be.

Josh looked incredibly guilty after realizing what he’d done.

“Oh, God,” he sighed, returning to his sulking on the bed. “Fuck… I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Fuck!”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Brynne agreed. “But you can just tell her that. I’m sure she’d understand.”

“I guess,” Josh murmured, not seeming comforted. “I just… Never thought I’d be one of those assholes that yells at their mom.”

“So why did you become one of those assholes?” Brynne Johansson asked helpfully.

“I don’t know, I just panicked,” he groaned. “I just… We were having such a nice moment, and I was afraid that ruined it. Like you thought me living with my parents was weird, and you never wanted to see me again.”

“I’d be a pretty shitty date if I did,” she pointed out. “I definitely am not the kind of person who’d be bothered by that.”

“No, I know you’re not,” Josh sighed. “I just… Fuck, I just wanted everything to be perfect.”

“I know,” she nodded, “But did you ever stop to think that maybe, at the moment, everything is?”

That was more than enough for Josh to allow himself to enjoy the rest of the night.

“Why don’t we start over?” Brynne suggested, trying to put him at ease.

“Yeah, starting over… That’s a good idea,” Josh nodded. “What, what do you wanna talk about?” he asked.

“Why don’t you give me a tour of your room?” she asked him, standing up to look around. “I’ve always wondered what it looks like.”

“Really?” Josh nearly shouted in excitement, quickly realizing he sounded like an excited eleven year-old boy as he cleared his throat. “…Really?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, slowly tracing the shelves with her finger. “What’s this stuff? It looks cool.”

This, naturally, launched into a ten minute spiel by Josh about all the different collectibles and other valuable items he owned. As he spoke, his eyes would light up and his mouth would curl upwards in an endearing smile. Brynne could see just how adorably passionate Josh was, and how truly excited he was to actually have someone who genuinely wanted to listen to what he had to say. It only made her want him more.

Brynne gladly allowed Josh to show her every nook and cranny of his room, and explain every item that inhabited it, taking it all in with pleasure. It must’ve been thirty minutes before he came to a conclusion, but she definitely didn’t mind. As Josh took a moment to rearrange the things displayed on his desk, Brynne observed the way he fearfully kept his eyes on the desk as he bent down, trying his best not to stare up at her.

Observing him, Brynne thought it would be best if she took the initiative herself.

“This is where I keep all the old stuff,” Jost explained as he organized the drawer under his desk.

“What’s that?” Brynne asked, easily maneuvering her zipper.

“What’s what?” Josh asked distractedly, still concentrated on his desk.

“What’s that? On the floor, behind you?” she asked him.

Josh frowned, not sure off the top of his head what she was referring to as he turned around, kneeling on the ground and looking at what had been behind him. He didn’t recognize the object at first.

“Wait, what is that?” he asked himself out loud, picking it up, “Is that…?”

He very slowly looked petrified with eyes wide like saucers when he saw her.

“Oh. It’s… It’s your dress,” he said in a panic, his heart beating faster than ever before.

He looked up at her from where he was kneeling on the floor, unable to speak.

“Is this okay?” she asked calmly.

“More than okay,” Josh looked her up and down hungrily, “Hachi…”

“If you say ‘machi’…” she warned.

“Sorry,” he apologized hastily, “Sorry. It’s just… you’re not wearing a bra. Or underwear,” he thought out loud.

Josh was stunned, to say the least. Not only was this beyond what he would’ve imagined, it was also like something right out of his imagination. A small part of him still thought he might be dreaming, or hallucinating from inhaling too many cleaning products at work.

“Wow,” he stared, barely able to process. “You… You’re a goddess,” he spoke softly as his eyes savored every inch of her body.

“When does the worship part come in?” she wondered with a grin.

“Right fucking now,” he gasped, desperately grabbing at her thighs.

His hands squeezed her thighs as he knelt in front of her, face buried between them as he silently wished for this to never end. Josh happily nipped at her thighs with eager, scattered kisses, sighing into her soft skin as he indulged in her. Even where he was, her skin smelled like the heaven he’d first experienced when she got into his car.

He pressed excited little kisses all over her skin, never tiring of it at all.

“I could die right now,” Josh sighed, voice breathy with ecstasy.

“Maybe we don’t have to die to know what paradise is like,” she remarked.

“Maybe not. But just in case, I know exactly what I want my last meal to be.”

Josh looked up at her, eyes wide with a strange innocence as he silently begged and pleaded with her to take control. Brynne sat down on the bed behind her, leaning back as she crossed one of her legs over the other. Before he could stop himself, Josh threw himself on the ground in front of her black high heels, which were still on her feet. This, he thought, made everything even better.

Josh whined impatiently as he sloppily placed his kisses all the way up her body, from her ankles, to her calves, to her thighs, to right above her navel. Everywhere but the one place he really wanted to be.

Observing him happily, Brynne softly brushed her hand over his hair, watching him look up at her as he moaned impatiently.

“Please, Brynne, please, please, please,” he begged her.

“What?” she asked somewhat teasingly. “What do you want?”

“Please, can I, please… I really wanna eat your pussy,” he pleaded, his voice thick with an irresistible whiny quality, “Can I, please?”

Brynne raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“That’s what you want?”

“Oh, more than anything!” he begged her with his hands resting on her thighs. “I’ll do anything! Please, Brynne, please… I wanna make you feel good.”

He looked like a starved man, hungry for anything at all.

“You really want to?” she asked him.

“Yes, please, I’ve never done this before,” he confided, “I mean… I’ve done this, but not that,” he explained himself.

“Go ahead,” Brynne murmured, amused as she played with his hair.

He couldn’t believe what was happening. He was really about to eat Brynne Johansson’s pussy. Beyond pleased with her approval, Josh excitedly parted her legs, kissing the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he closed his eyes, savoring every moment of it. She sat back, watching him as he teased, caressing and squeezing her thick, pillowy thighs as his kisses slowly became more wet and more aggressive.

Finding it made things even easier, Josh rested her knees on his shoulders as he dove in, liking the feeling of her thighs closing in around his head in pleasure.

“Please,” Josh begged her, “Just fucking suffocate me.”

Brynne felt she could only oblige as he got tantalizingly close to where he needed to be, suckling on her lower stomach right before he pressed a hard kiss right against her clit, locating it with impressive ease. The feeling was surprising and tingly as he made contact with the bundle of nerves for the first time. Brynne roughly grabbed a handful of his brown hair, signaling to him that he’d done a good job as he groaned.

“That feels so nice, Josh,” she cooed, her voice alone enough to make him finish as he instinctively rutted into the bed.

“Fuck,” he gasped, looking her right in the eyes.

“You wanna do a good job for me?” she asked him.

“Yes, please,” he moaned, “Please… Let me be a good boy for you, I’ll do anything. Whatever you want,” nodded vigorously.

She closed her legs around him as he sloppily licked up and down the sensitive area, maximizing her pleasure as he began to gently tease the opening with his middle finger. Brynne sighed with relief as he finally closed his mouth around her clit again, sucking relentlessly as he stared up at her, his eyelids heavy with pleasure. He was about as pussy drunk as he could get.

She pulled him in by the hair, forcibly holding him there as he sucked on her clit with sleepy eyes.

“You’re such a good boy for me, Joshy,” she gasped in excitement.

Josh could’ve passed away from how lucky he felt. He’d never even been able to imagine himself in this position, or imagine her in this position, come to think of it.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he hummed against her center. “I’d do anything for you. You’re a princess. Fuck, please come on my face,” he insisted.

“You’re so desperate for me, it’s so fucking hot.”

Brynne held him close to her as she threw her head back, gasping aloud as he inserted his finger. The way he dragged his finger downward as he entered her made her feel even more full. She laughed softly as he instinctively continued doing the same thing, dragging his fingers downward as he shamelessly ate her out.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” she hissed.

“Yeah, that’s right, I’m your good boy!” he nodded, tongue flicking against her clit as he desperately played with her g-spot. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, I don’t deserve this! I’ll be your good boy! I’m your good little boy!”

Josh continued to stare up at her as he licked up and down in slow, torturous stripes, curling his fingers inside of her.

“You’re mine,” she sighed, beginning to choke him with her thighs.

“That’s right, I’m your good boy!” he whined into her. “You can do whatever you want to me! I’ll love it!” he promised.

“Such a good little boy, fuck,” she murmured, feeling herself getting close to a climax as her hand moved from his hair to around his throat, “You’re my good little slut.”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes,” Josh moaned loudly as he sucked, ecstatic at the feeling of her hand wrapped around his throat, “I’m your slut! I’m your little slut, all yours!”

Brynne tightened her grip on his throat, watching him as his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head.

“Fuck,” he lapped his tongue against her hungrily, “Come on my face! Please come on my face! Come all over my tongue!” he whined.

“You’re such a dirty little slut. Such a good little slut,” she breathed.

Slowly, she came to a finish, watching him grow excited as she grew even wetter.

“Good boy,” Brynne laughed, watching him in disbelief as he lapped it all up, enjoying every second of it.

He was high on her praise, forgetting the idea of shame entirely as he cleaned her up completely, not leaving a single drop. He looked up at her, eyes widened. He sighed exhaustedly, his eyes growing heavy as he was finally satisfied with himself.

“Did I do a good job?” Josh asked hopefully.

-

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Nine

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[pyr0-kai]

Roommates?

Josh Futturman x reader

Feedback appreciated!

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This is really short, and very cheesy, but I had like 30 mins of free time in film history so I wrote this, defo suggestive at the end.

I wanna write full on spicy stuff, but I don’t want my lil brother finding it

You visit Josh’s place pretty frequently, as you were pretty much as close as best friends can ever get. And seeing how often he bickers with his parents, he was somewhat embarrassed. It never seemed to bother you, but he felt bad when you saw it. You were at his house one day, sitting on his bed watching him play GTA.

“I’m sorry [Y/N]… I can’t wait to move out, but I can’t find anywhere…” he spoke, looking down, putting the controller on the table.

You look at him and his expression before thinking for a second.

“Well… My place is pretty small, but I think if you’d want to move in with me, I could probably make it work” you replied.

He whipped his head around and looked at you, a expression of excitement and joy.

“Re- Really…? That would be perfect!” And you nodded in response before he hugged you.

It took a week or so for you and Josh to move all of his stuff in and to find proper places for it. Everything seemed to fit perfectly, except for his bed…

Josh was over the moon about it, getting away from his parents, and staying with his favorite person?? Win, Win all the way. It was perfect, he absolutely loves coming home from work, taking a quick shower and then sitting on the couch with you and watching tv, or 2 player games. Or hearing you laugh when he cheers at winning a match at his computer. He was very awkward when you would lean against him, or share a blanket on the couch, but seemed to get more into it as he stayed with you. Since your place was only one bedroom, he slept on the couch at first, until you started to feel a bit sad about it and invited him into your room. He tried to sleep as far on the other side of the bed as he could so he wouldn’t disturb you. But it made him ecstatic when he would wake up and see how you rolled over to face him, with your arm around his chest. It made him feel like all the blood he has rushed straight down, and he had to carefully sneak out of the bed and into the bathroom so you wouldn’t notice…

#josh hutcherson #josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #future man x reader #future man

[dr0p-dead-gorgeous]

Josh Futturman x fem!reader

Warnings: sub!josh,smut , p in v, Premature ejaculation,overstimulation, fem pronouns and anatomy used, use of y/n , not really proofread

You run into a cute,dorky guy at work,

As i wonder about my day, i accidentally bump into a sort of dorky guy. As we both stop and turn to apologize to each other, I notice his name tag reading ‘Futturman, Janitor.’ “I am *so sorry*” the Janitor says before apologizing profusely.”I'm sorry, it's fine really Mr.. Uhh.. Futturman. “Call me Josh, everyone else does” the Janitor says as he blushes a bit. “...Josh, I'm y/n, a vet tech for the possums around here, seen you around a bit, Josh blushes a bit and chuckles“Well…uh…nice to *meet* you, y/n.” Josh says, unsure of what to say."Nice to meet you I gotta go " I say with a sweet smile, Josh smiles back nervously “Of course…uh, you have a nice day y/n.” Josh says before awkwardly attempting to continue on with his day.

(third person pov)

Over the next week’s they talked in passing becoming quick friends

[Cut to Josh taking a break from cleaning the cafeteria and having lunch with her]

You like Video games too! I love playing *Josh blushes a bit, and smiles enthusiastically* “Oh, yeah! You play Biotic Wars?”. “Yeah! I'm on level 50! Lately ive been playing a lot of resident evil though!" 'I love resident evil! M..maybe you could come over to hang out and watch me play sometimes!” Josh suggests nervously "Sounds good! " y/n says ,Josh smiles, clearly very nervous and excited for the first time in a long time having anyone over, especially a girl. His mind races from the surprise of the date and future plans.

‘Wow…someone like *y/n* actually wants to visit my *house*. What am I going to do?’ Josh thinks to himself.*

Josh and y/n later visit his home. Josh nervously opens his door, ushering her to come inside. She walks in, and takes in his space, clearly enjoying his gaming setup and decor.*I love your posters! I have the same one of Tiger by my bed*Josh blushes a bit once again* “Oh…that’s uh…well…” *He points at his gaming console* “Do you wanna see something really cool?” “yeah! “ Josh smiles nervously and turns on his game resident evil. He then proceeds to show Y/n his final boss victory and the end-game content. Y/n is enthralled by the gameplay, clearly impressed by his prowess. “Omg you beat it! I thought it was impossible i've died so many times! "Josh blushes and jumps up exited“Oh my god… I beat it” He seems pleased with himself for completing the game with Y/n present they hug and he spins her around celebrating.He puts her down her hands on his shoulders for a moment they look into each other's eyes. She leans over and whispers “Hey, you’re really cute and charming josh, you know that?” Josh blushes and looks very stunned for a moment; then his face lights up red like a tomato.*Josh blushes a crazy amount as Y/n continues* “If I were to…*maybe*...kiss you right now…would you…be okay with that~?” *Josh’s face is as red as the sun, but he responds* “Uh…Yeah..! I would be okay with that…really!” She slowly leans in and Josh leans in as well. They embrace in a slow and tender kiss. Josh’s cheeks light up red and he blushes. “I think I really like you josh.” Josh’s heart beats as fast as a humming bird’s. He holds Y/n’s face with a shaking hand and looks her right into the eyes. He stares deeply into her own, and gives her another soft kiss. His hands begin to quiver. “Y/n…” Josh stutters, clearly flustered. “Uhh…I think I really like you too…”*Josh leans in to kiss y/n again, this time more passionately, a smile spreading across his face. Their kiss grows more heated, and y/n pulls Josh closer into a tight embrace. She starts to rub his thighs leaning more into him*Josh’s body shivers from the feeling, never having been in this situation before. He starts to feel a little anxious, his breathing increasing slightly. His heart’s beating out of his chest and his face is almost red as an apple. y/n kisses Josh passionately and continues to move her hands over his body. As she does, she begins unbuttoning Josh’s shirt…*Is this ok Josh... Josh’s body is shaking profusely at this point. He nods nervously, unable to communicate with words. y/n pulls him in closer.*y/n pushes her hand onto Josh’s chest, pushing him onto his bed feeling his heart beating rapidly. She looks at Josh with a hungry smile, her mind set on going even further. He begins breathing even faster and slightly heavier.*y/n whispers seductively into Josh’s ear “It’s getting hot in here…” *She unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way, and proceeds to caress his bare chest with a soft kiss. Josh’s mind goes blank and his heart beats out of his chest, unable to form coherent thoughts.*y/n runs her hands over Josh’s chest again, this time moving to his waist and slowly removing his pants. She kisses him again, and whispers once more “Can…can I?”Josh gulps loudly, extremely nervous and unsure of what to do. He responds “Uhh…” Josh’s heart is beating at breakneck speed. All of his blood rushes to his face as his body shakes uncontrollably. He tries pulling himself away Y/n’s seductive voice grows more clear. “Is that a no?” She continues to inch her body closer, clearly still looking to escalate the situation. Josh’s mind goes blank as his heart races. He can’t say anything.

“I can't do anything more if I don't get a yes baby” *Josh’s mouth dries up and he nods frantically* “Y-Yes! Yes please..

”Good boy using your words hun. *Josh’s face lights up red at the fact that Y/n called him “Good boy” and “hun”. He starts to feel a little uncomfortable in his underwear by the level of intimacy, but clearly still aroused by her.* Y/n moves herself closer, taking off her shirt and and skirt left in her Lacey underwear siting on-top of Josh. She bites her lip as she continues.* “Is this okay…?*Josh gulps nervously. His eyes flutter for a moment as he nods, . All of his thoughts disappear and he lets his body take control.**Y/n pulls Josh closer as she grinds herself onto him through his boxers. He gasps slightly with an intense feeling of euphoria and intimacy. His brain goes fully blank and he can’t seem to form any coherent thoughts.**Y/n moves slowly in his lap, her touch being more and more seductive. She leans in to give him another passionate kiss, her lips slowly moving down to his neck as she begins to Seep through her panties. Josh let’s out a whine bucking into her,loving the sweet friction on his fully hard cock. He fumbles with her bra strap before getting it off groping her chest harshly as she let’s out little moans. She lifts up causing Josh to whine in protest, she take off her panties before doing the same for Josh. She lower herself down rubbing herself on Josh, he yelps out from the sudden sensation, shuttering from the pleasure cursing under his breath. She reaches down and takes him in her hand, giving him a few pumps before lining him up with her entrance and slowly sinking down on him.

With a couple thrusts He moans out loudly “ Fuck fuck fuck… y.. Your so t… tight i’m gonna..” He moans almost pornographicly and cums inside her immediately, mortified he begins to apologize “Fuck i’m so sorry! y… your just so pretty and.. and feel so good… this is my first time i-”she shut him up by kissing him and rolling her hips. Continuing to slowly roll her hips she says “ Fuck no it’s ok that was so hot keep moaning like that for me baby wanna fuck you till you cry ”she starts slowly bouncing on his still hard cock as he unraveled a whiney little mess. She fucked herself on his cock hitting the bundle of nerves each time “Thank you.. F.. Fuck …thank you please don't stop riding me like that your so perfect “ she bounced on him each trust dragging against her sensitive walls” fuuuck baby boy you feel so good are you close ““ so..so close please let me cum please, i’ll be a good boy I promise just please let me cum…ahh~”he moaned “Fuck since you moaned so pretty for me baby go ahead and cum baby c'mon” “Fuck, thank you, thank you uhH~” his cum flooded inside her while her walls clamped down around him reaching her climax.She kept going, riding out her orgasm, much to josh's surprise . 'F..fuck Y/n~ its so much!".She finally begins to slow down eventially coming to a complete stop, her hands of his chest as he panted under her.

"That was so good thank you" he said still recovering. She lifted off him with a hiss laying herself down on his chest, his hand immediately wrapping around her to cuddle"You did so well baby" she responded nuzzling her head into him. they sat in comfortable silence holding each other for a couple minutes

"Sooo..next time you want to watch me beat Biotic wars?"

#josh futturman x reader #future man x reader #josh hutcherson #josh futturman #josh hutcherson smut

[storiesforallfandoms]

winner ~ josh futturman;future man

word count: 2263

request?: no

description: in which she walks in on her best friend..."celebrating" his big win, and decides to help him

pairing: josh futterman x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (masturbation, oral - m receiving, unprotected p in v, josh is a bottom bitch but we been knew)

masterlist (one, two, three)

My hand was raised to knock on the door when it suddenly swung open. Mrs. Futturman smiled at me. "Oh, hello (Y/N)! Come on in!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Futturman," I said as I stepped past her. "Is Josh home?"

"Yes, he's upstairs in his room playing that fantasy game he loves so much."

Of course he was. I could've predicted that. If Josh wasn't at work, he was locked in his bedroom trying to beat an unbeatable video game. If I was ever able to actually coax him out of his room to come over to my place, all he'd do was talk about the game. It was like an addiction for him. I guess it could've been worse; Josh could actually be socializing and getting a girlfriend.

Yeah, I know. Best girl friend with a crush on my best guy friend cliche. Unrequited crush on a friend and all that.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Mr. Futturman said as he came down the hallway. "Looking for Joshy?"

"That I am, Mr. Futturman. I know he's in his room."

"Diane and I are going out for a few hours. Help yourselves to whatever you want!"

Josh's dad patted me on the shoulder and his mom smiled at me before they both walked out. I watched as they got into their car, then turned to do exactly as Mr. Futturman said: help myself to whatever I wanted. I grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and one of Mrs. Futturman's famous cupcakes. I would've grabbed one for Josh, too, but if he was deep enough into his game I knew he wouldn't be eating for a while.

I climbed the stairs to Josh's room. If we hadn't been such good friends, I would've knocked on his door instead of just walking in. If I had paid more attention to the sounds coming from his room instead of his mom's delicious cupcake, I would've realized they were not the sounds of his video game.

Honestly, if I hadn't come over at all, I wouldn't have seen what I did.

Because instead of finding my best friend deep in his game, I found him with his head thrown back against his gaming chair and his hand wrapped around his cock, furiously pumping. The sounds coming from his mouth were sinful and things I definitely should not be hearing. I was frozen, watching the entire situation that I knew I should not have been watching. I was so shocked that my drink and cupcake slipped from my hand. The soda can clattered to the floor, soda spilling all over the floor at my feet. It was that sound that finally made Josh open his eyes and turn to look at me. I could only imagine my panicked expression matched the one on his face.

"Shit," he breathed, trying to pull up his boxers.

I finally remembered myself and turned away as he tried to cover himself. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know..."

"You could've knocked!"

"When do I ever knock, dickhead?" I could hear him still struggling. I fought every urge that was telling me to turn around and look at him again. "Your parents told me you were playing Biotic Wars."

"I was. I - uh - I beat the game. I was...celebrating."

Under different circumstances, I'd probably get very excited over Josh beating his game. That would make him the first person to ever beat Biotic Wars in the entire world. It was certainly an achievement worth celebrating.

But a different idea crossed my mind.

I turned back to Josh, who still had his pants around his ankles and his boxers haphazardly pulled up. I could still see the outline of his hard cock fighting against the material of his boxers.

"Maybe I can help you celebrate."

He looked at me in confusion. I swallowed my nerve and started across the room. Josh's eyes followed my every move as I came to stand in front of him. His eyes widened as I sank to my knees in front of him. I watched his face as I reached for the waistband of his boxers, waiting to see if he was going to protest.

"Please," he whimpered.

I couldn't help but smirk as I pulled his boxers down to meet his pants. His cock sprang free, red and painfully hard. I couldn't help but marvel at the size. I had definitely fantasized about him when I was alone, but I was definitely doing him an injustice with those fantasies.

I pushed Josh so he was sitting down in his gamer chair again. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and pumped slowly. Josh's mouth fell open as I took the tip in my mouth, still pumping my hand at the base. I swirled my tongue around the head every so slowly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. I held his eye as I took more of him into my mouth, going down just enough for my mouth to meet where my fist was wrapped around him. His head fell back against his chair again as I began to bob my head on his dick.

I held on to his thigh with my other hand, trying to keep myself steady as I picked up the pace slightly. Josh was a moaning mess, putty in my hands (almost literally). I glanced up at him again, watching his Adam's apple bob with every lewd sound that came from his mouth.

"Can you take it any deeper?" he asked. "Please?"

There was something about the begging tone of his voice that turned me on even more. I removed my hand from the base of his dick, placing it on his other thigh and taking him further into my mouth. His eyes screwed shut as he moan out into the room again. I could feel his dick twitching in my mouth with every inch that I took in. Eventually I almost had him completely taken in, the tip all but touching the back of my throat. I had never felt so grateful to not have a gag reflex.

His hand found it's way to my hair, just resting there at first as I started to pull my head back. But then I was being shoved back down at such a quick speed that my eyes suddenly watered and I quickly had to pull off to start coughing.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just...it felt so good. I needed to be in your mouth again."

"It's okay," I said. "But maybe don't shove your dick down my throat suddenly, okay?"

He nodded quickly. "Okay, okay. Please put my dick in your mouth again."

I smirked up at him. "Well, since you're being so good and using your manners."

He moaned out as I took him into my mouth again. I didn't tease this time. I immediately picked up my pace. Saliva started dripping from my mouth and ran down his cock. I was somewhat impressed by the fact that his chair hadn't toppled over or broke or anything with the sheer force of what was going on.

Josh's hand fisted my hair as whimpers and moans escaped from his lips. I could feel his dick twitching, signaling that he was getting close to his release.

"Stop," he said, his hand pulling at my hair. "Wait, stop."

I pulled off and looked up at him. "Are you okay?"

"I am so much more than okay. I'm actually really close, but I want to be inside of you before I cum. If...if that's okay, I mean."

I was off my knees before he could even finish his sentence. I got onto his lap and pressed my lips to his. It caught him by surprise, but he was responding to my kiss quickly. His hands held my waist as I awkwardly straddled him in his chair, the plastic of the arm rests digging into my legs.

"We have to move to the bed," I said between kisses. "I can't fuck on this thing."

"I figured it was a long shot, but the thought was so hot to me," he said.

I got off his lap and he stood. He kicked his pants and boxers off into a pile on the floor before reaching for my shirt. He paused a moment, like he was waiting for my permission. I playfully rolled my eyes and pulled the shirt off myself and removing his as well. I started kissing him again, deciding to give him the pleasure of taking off my pants and panties himself. Once I had them kicked to the floor, joining the other discarded clothing, we both started backing up towards his bed. I lightly pushed him so he was laying down on the bed before climbing on top of him.

"Fuck," he breathed. "This is a nice view."

I giggled. "You're a real charmer, Josh."

I spit in my hand and lathered it over his already saliva soaked cock. I hovered over him, lining him up with my entrance, before slowly sinking down onto him. We moaned in unison as I went down until he was buried completely inside of me. His hands were gripping at my hips, no doubt leaving crescent indents in my skin.

"Please move," he begged. "Fuck, I need to feel you, please."

"I never took you to be such a sub," I teased. "But I like to hear you beg. Can you ask me nicely one more time to ride your cock?"

"God, please ride me. I need to cum so bad. I wanna feel you before I cum."

I put my hands against his bare chest to steady myself and slowly began to grind on his cock. He was buried so deep inside of me, hitting the one spot my past hook ups could only dream of hitting. With every slow grind, he was nudging that spot more and more, and his pubic bone was rubbing against my clit. I hadn't realized how turned on sucking his dick alone had made me, but I felt like I wasn't about to last long either.

I leaned over to kiss Josh's lips. His tongue ran along my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I granted him. My grinds had turned into bounces on his cock, the pressure inside me building more and more by the second. I could tell by the way his dick was twitching that he was getting close too.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," he breathed. "Fuck, I-I don't have a condom on."

"I'm on the pill," I assured him. "I want to feel you cum inside of me."

"Fuck!" he cried out, his head lulling back onto the pillow beneath him as he finally reached his climax. The feeling of his warmth filling me up was enough to push me over the edge as well, crying out into the otherwise silent house.

I sat on top of him as both of us tried to regain our breaths. Josh sat up, wrapping an arm around my lower back to cradled me as he flipped us over. I gasped as he slowly pulled out of me, feeling his seed running out of me.

"I had to clean my sheets anyways," he said, eyeing the mess between my legs. "Hold on, let me clean us up."

He hurried out of the room and returned with two cloths. He passed one to me and we both cleaned ourselves up. He tossed the cloths onto the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes before getting back onto his bed with me. I was a little shocked when he pulled me into his arms, but I wasn't about to protest to post-sex cuddles.

"So," he said, running his fingers up and down my arm, idly, "how long have you been wanting to do that?"

"Uh...since I went through puberty and realized what sex was?" I offered.

He whistled. "That long, huh? And you never told me?"

"How was I supposed to tell you? Hey Josh, I know we've been best friends since primary school and you probably don't view me like this, but I have a massive fucking crush on you. Anyways, enjoy your video game that you never stop playing."

"Who says I don't view you the same way?"

"Well, obviously you view me as someone you want to have sex with considering the fact that we just had sex."

"I view you as more than someone I want to have sex with - "

"Friends with benefits is still just seeing me as someone you wanna have sex with."

"Will you listen to me?" he said as he covered my mouth with his hand. "I mean I like you, too, (Y/N). I always have. But I thought you only saw me as a friend, so obviously I wasn't about to say anything."

I groaned and pushed his hand off of my mouth. "God, we are such a cliche, aren't we?"

He chuckled and placed a finger under my chin, tilting my head up so that he could kiss me on the lips again.

"At least this finally happened now that you finished that game," I said. "I never would've gotten your attention beforehand."

"That's not true!"

"Josh, you didn't pay attention to me before. Being your girlfriend wouldn't have made much of a difference."

"It totally would've!"

"Shut up before I decide to take back everything I said."

I kissed him before he could come up with a comeback.

#josh futturman #josh futturman imagine #josh futturman x reader #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson imagine #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson smut #josh futturman smut #future man #imagine #smut #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[murdrdocs]

mike who goes cross eyed when hes in you and he's about to bust. he's fucking you so good and you're so tight and so wet and so warm and you're raking your hands through his hair and scratching at his back and encouraging him, words soft and gentle yet demanding, your ankles hooked behind his back, and you’re practically begging for him to cum in you. to fill you up, to breed you. he can’t help but start to picture it, you completely swollen just a few months down the line from this night, carrying his child from his doing. so when you tell him that you “need it”, his hips stutter and his eyebrows push together and he gets that faraway look in his eyes and they turn towards each other just a little bit.

#inspired by the future man scene 😈 #mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #fnaf movie

[schmidtsbimbo]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride

#need him so bad #im going insane #gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #josh hutcherson #josh futturman #future man #mike schmidt #mike schmidt headcanons #mike schmidt x fem!reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt angst #mike afton #mike fnaf #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt fanfic #rosie rants ―୨୧

[gojonanami]

thinking about gojo asking you if you think you would be together in your other lifetimes and you say yes. and you are — he’s a model and you’re his photographer, he’s a prince and you’re his knight, he’s your actor husband and you’re his singer wife, and he’s your target and you’re his assassin—

and you are together in every life — one way or another — but in this life, you part, as you watch him fall to Sukuna.

and you wait for the next life, where you can finally be together.

#sab speaks #jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fanfiction #sab [future fics] #gojo x reader #satoru gojo fanfiction #I STILL THINK MY MAN IS COMING BACK BUT THIS IS FOR THE ANGST #jjk x reader #jjk fanfiction #thought of a title #‘maybe in another life’ #okay yeah I’m writing this

[janitorhutcherson]

boyfriend!futturman headcanons!!

boyfriend!futturman would be sooooo clingy, but in a silly way. he’d love to follow you around, basically like a puppy at your heels. he would constantly have a hand on you, rather that was by holding onto the sleeve of your shirt or wrapping his arm around you, there would be constant contact. he was so obsessed with you that even when you showered or took a bath, he’d be close, like, seriously. very close. if he didn’t opt to shower or cram into the tub with you (very rare, typically when he’s already showered and can’t be bothered), he would instead either sit with his back leaning against the side of the tub. if you were enjoying a nice bubble bath, he’d sit on the ledge of the tub, massaging your shoulders.

boyfriend!futturman would sleep in, a little too much. first, you’d start off sweet. you’d press a kiss to his forehead as his alarm went off, his entire body still relaxed and passed out cold, loud snores that tended to annoy you on some nights (but you loved him, so you dealt with it) coming from his mouth. you’d try to entice him with sweet words, promising breakfast and a nice shower together. eventually you’d give up being sweet, having to violently shake his shoulders before he’d even creep his eyes open. sometimes, he’d doze off again. on mornings you could feel it coming, you’d lift your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. this always worked.

boyfriend!futturman who even though he was somewhat lazy at times would take you out on nice dates. sometimes they’d be on fancy dinners, sometimes on sweet picnics or to different festivals. he’d always dress up real nice, buying you a nice new dress with some money he’d saved up. he would be so sweet and gentlemanly, peppering you with kisses all night, dancing then night away with you.

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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.

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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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[iluvjacobelordi777]

Oops...

[Josh Futturman x Female Reader]

POV: You and Josh are bffs, but a seemingly normal visit to his house takes an unexpected turn...

Warnings: Masturbation, pnv, mommy kink (????), idk just like pure smut (plus Josh being a needy, whimpering bottom 😜) ((sorry guys I had writers block so this is like the worst thing I’ve ever written))

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You and Josh have been friends for years. Your houses are next door to each other so you hang out every day. One of you will walk over to the others house after school and spend the rest of the evening there. Even on weekends you'd hang out all day. So your decision to walk over this one Saturday wasn't out of the ordinary.

You show up to his house and let yourself in with the copy of his key that he gave you. You call out his name, only he doesn't respond. He was supposed to be home alone all day. Suddenly, you hear a strange noise coming from his room.

He must be playing a video game or something. You whisper to yourself, walking towards his bedroom

As you lean into his room you see that his eyes are closed. His hand is moving fast, his pants are at his ankles.

“Fuck... y/n-” He moaned.

You froze. Was he thinking about... you????

Holy fuck. Shit... SHIT!

You start to back out of the doorway and try not to make any noise, but end up bumping into the door. He looks up at you in shock.

“Y/n… Jesus… I thought you had plans today what are you doing here… God damn… Did you have to barge in here like this?” Josh grumbles, covering himself.

"Well... I had my key copy and I just thought I'd come say hi. I'm so sorry I-"

"Let me know next time don't just-"

Just say it just say it just say it

"Do you want me to help you? You know... finish?"

Josh’s jaw dropped. “You… Are you for real?”

You had been friends for so long, but there had always been something there. Some kind of unspoken tension pulling you together.

"Yeah... if you want"

He swallowed his pride. “I mean… yeah- yes, please.”

You walk over to him pulling off your jeans and leaving them on the floor, your shirt is next. You straddle him on his chair and he quickly removes your bra, massaging your bare breasts. He kisses your chest and neck. He keeps looking up into your eyes, like he's pleading without saying a word.

The only thing separating your heat from him is the thin layer of your underwear. You grind on his lap, making him moan.

"Please... fuck. Just let me... inside," he whimpers.

"Ok, ok."

You take off your underwear throwing them on the floor and slowly lower yourself down onto his throbbing cock. You both moan as he sinks into you. He begins to thrust into you helplessly, hitting your g-spot with ease. Your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you ride him. It doesn't take long before he's a whimpering mess underneath you.

"Fuck... mommy. Please-"

Woah. You had been called mommy before a few times but this was different. Hearing him say it so helplessly felt different. It felt great. HE felt great. Who would have thought Josh of all people would make you feel so good?

"You're doing so good, baby, keep going. Almost there."

He pushes into you with ease, your bodies fitting together like a puzzle. His big dick pushing up into your cervix as he grabs your waist to keep you steady.

He whimpers and moans, so close to finishing. All it takes a few more sloppy thrusts to put you both over the edge. You clench around him and he twitches inside of you. His cum spilling out of you as you ride out your climaxes.

Breathlessly, Josh says, "Shit... well that was unexpected. I guess now we have to have a whole 'what are we' talk and try not to ruin our friendship and stuff so you know, thanks for that."

You smirk at him. "Oops"

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[sleepyhutcherson]

Can I possibly get josh futterman fem!reader fic where he meets a clumsy girl at his front door and he finds out she helps his dad with golfing and he left his clubs or whatever and hes like instantly infatuated with her?? Maybe just josh being hopelessly in love ?? ❤️

i play golf… on the wii

masterlist

pairing: josh futturman x fem!reader

summary: you show up at the futturman’s home to drop of mr. futturman’s clubs that he left behind but you’re met with their son who you’ve never met before.

word count: 0.9k

tags: first time meeting, no use of y/n, lovesick!josh, reader is wearing a skirt, playful banter, fluff, reader helps josh’s dad with golf.

author’s note: i used to love wii sports so much so. hope you enjoy this anon, sorry i took so long on your requests but i hope this was what you wanted ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) also huge thanks to @stop-talking for giving me the wii idea <3

You knock on the wooden door holding Mr. Futturman’s clubs that he left behind this morning. You wait patiently for either of the Futturman’s to open the door—that is if they were home. You hoped they were, this was the only time of the day you could drop them off. When the front door opens you’re met with a young man in grey sweatpants, his dark brown hair sticking slightly to his forehead—what the fuck had he doing? You notice then a game controller in his hand and a pair of headphones resting on his head. Oh. People really sweat over games?

“Joshy”, as the Futturman’s referred to him, was apparently not a fifteen-year-old boy as they made him seem whenever they spoke about their son. Joshy’s—Josh’s eyes widen when he sees you, mouth slightly hanging open, completely dumbfounded by you. He reaches up his mic, “uh, I got to go, sorry.” He apologises before turning off his headphones and pulling them off, some of his hair sticking up at the motion.

“Hi,” you greet with a kind smile. You hold up his father’s clubs, “er, your dad left his clubs this morning…he asked me to drop them off.” you glance back to the driveway noticing their car was missing. Fuck.

“He just stepped out with my mom,” Josh says, scratching the back of his head, his sleeve rolling up slightly allowing you to catch a glance of his biceps, the single view quickening your heart. “I’m Josh by the way.” He offers a small wave that you can’t help but find just a little adorable.

“Yeah, I know,” you say with a shy smile. Josh practically melts at the way you smile at him. He takes in your outfit, you’re wearing a pretty white skirt paired with a white Polo shirt. You were still in your golf uniform. Josh could fucking drool right now.

His brows furrow, a small smile curling on his lips. “You do?” He asks, his tone more high pitched than he hoped but you smile anyway.

“Mhm,” you nod, trying to contain yourself from smiling too much but clearly you were failing. There was something so lovely about Josh, the way he kept his eyes on you, especially with those lovesick eyes that crinkled at the corners whenever he smiled. “Your dad’s mentioned you, Joshy.” You say with a teasing tone.

Josh’s face flushes pink, eyes going a little wide with a mixture of panic and embarrassment. “Oh, no.” He whines, but lets out a soft chuckle before hiding his face behind his hands. You notice then he’s tucked in his game controller in the pocket of his sweats.

“It’s adorable,” you comment, giggling a little.

His eye peeks out between the gap of his middle and ring finger, his soft brown eye visible. “You’re teasing me aren’t you?” He asks. God, you were smiling like crazy. Your cheeks hurt.

“No, I swear!” You insist, holding your hands up in surrender. You forget about the clubs, too infatuated by Josh, that you let them go accidentally, landing heavily on Josh’s right foot.

An embarrassing sound falls from his lips the moment the clubs land on his sock-covered foot. “Fuck,” he then hisses, covering his mouth with his hand once he takes in the fact that he let out such a sound in front of you.

Yet, oddly enough, you didn’t completely dislike the pathetic sound he made.

“Oh, my God!” You hurry down to pick up the clubs, staggering them back up, keeping a tight grip on them now. “I’m so sorry!” You apologise, mentally scolding yourself for not being more careful.

“It’s okay,” he assures, although he could cry right now. It was almost as bad as stubbing your toe, he thinks. He wipes at his eye while you’re busy keeping them upright, hoping you didn’t notice the way he literally shed a tear. “Uh, here let me get those out of the way,” he moves forward to grab the clubs and at the same time you move them towards his direction causing your hands to brush against each other’s slightly, but it’s enough to make you both turn bright red.

“S-sorry,” You stammer, pulling away first. Josh would’ve let his hands brush against yours for a moment longer, honestly. You feel suddenly overwhelmed by all of this—your palpitating heart that seems to quicken more as you continue your conversation with Josh, your palms are tingling, and you feel incredibly hot. “I, uh, I should go then.”

Josh—now having put his father’s clubs at a side—feels his heart drop. No, he whines mentally. He’s surprised he didn’t let it slip out loud. “You don’t want to stay?” He asks, desperate to keep you just a little longer.

“For what?”

Fuck, for what? Really, for what? Josh suddenly can’t speak English, his words running from him, and he needs to think of a response—an excuse for you to stay. His eyes shift down to the clubs at his side. “You like to golf?”

Your eyes narrow at the sudden question. “Uh, yeah…” you reply, and Josh smiles like a dumb puppy at that. You raise a brow at him, “you…you want to play golf…?”

“Why not?” He answers with a exciting yet silly grin. He so desperately would do anything if it meant you would stay longer. He would endure his toes getting crushed by his dad’s clubs once again if that meant you would stay.

“You play golf?” You ask. Honestly, Josh seemed like the type of person who would have no interest in golf or really, any sports.

He frowns slightly then. Aw. His frown alone drew you towards him, just a bit. It was so cute. “I play golf…” his eyes flicker to the floor then, ashamed, “on the Wii…” he mumbles. You smile at how adorable he was, your heart warming up.

You think for a moment. Josh’s eyes meet yours again, a nervous look in his deep hazel eyes that are just beautiful in the sun. You give in.

“We can play on your Wii then.”

#josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh futturman x you #josh futturman fluff #josh futturman smut #josh futturman imagine #future man #future man x reader #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt comfort #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut

[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. Sexual content.

Part One: Purple Orchids, Indian Food, and Chocolate

Josh Futturman always noticed her, every time she walked into a room. He knew that it was because he’d had a crush on her for as long as he’d worked at Kronish Labs, but he also felt that, regardless of how he, or anyone saw her, she was just inherently noticeable.

Her name, from what he knew, was Dr. Johansson, and although Josh hardly knew anything about her and had only spoken to her on a few occasions, never more than a couple of sentences, he still thought she was a total goddess.

Dr. Johansson was a scientist at Kronish Labs, the head of the research department. She worked right below Dr. Camillo, Elias Kronish’s right hand man, although, if you were to ask Josh, he could’ve sworn she herself should’ve been Kronish’s right hand man.

Every time Josh saw her, he wished he could’ve spoken to her; struck up a conversation, or paid her a compliment; anything. But Josh was more than aware that he was nothing more than a janitor at Kronish Labs; his job wasn’t even to cure herpes; it was to clean up after the people curing herpes.

That morning, not too long after his shift at the lab had started, Josh Futturman was gradually making his way up the building, emptying every garbage can in sight and cleaning up whatever needed to be cleaned. Truthfully, Josh couldn’t wait to get home and return to his video games. It was all he really thought about throughout his day at work.

He was only thinking of his PC at home as he entered Dr. Kronish’s office, where he and Dr. Camillo, along with one of the lower level scientists, were all deliberating. It was certainly a lot to take in.

“Dr. Camilo,” Elias Kronish said as calmly as he could. “I have told you, many times now, we will be going public with the research as planned.”

“But why?! Going public with that information is just going to cost us! We could make a fortune off of all of it!”

“As I have told you many times before, we are in the business of helping people, not just ourselves,” Kronish reminded him.

Josh awkwardly entered the room, cart behind him. “Sorry, Dr. Kronish, should I come back?”

He received two different answers.

“Yes, you idiot!” Stu Camillo shouted angrily.

“No, it’s quite alright,” Kronish smiled, speaking over his associate. “Thank you.”

“‘Course,” Josh nodded, cautiously entering the room to take out the garbage.

“Dr. Camillo. Need I remind you that… I’m sorry, what was your name again?” Kronish asked apologetically, seeming genuinely guilty.

“Futturman,” Josh replied, practically shocked that the founder of the company cared about his name.

“Thank you. Need I remind you that Mr. Futturman here works for me, just as you do. You do not have the right to address my employees on my behalf, and you most certainly do not have the right to berate them completely unprovoked!”

Josh silently gave the older man a thankful glance just as he left the room. As he tossed the small bag of garbage into the bin he carried around, he noticed a tall woman about to enter Kronish’s office.

“Hachi machi,” he blurted out, unable to stop himself.

“Oh. Sorry,” she said simply, backing up to allow Josh to pull the cart out.

He felt himself nearly choke on his words. It was Dr. Johansson, arguably the most beautiful woman in the building.

“I-It’s okay,” Josh stammered, barely pulling the cart out as he looked at her.

She looked perfect, as she always did. Her long, strawberry blonde hair was flawless, falling in soft ringlets that perfectly framed her face. And it was a beautiful face. It was striking how little makeup she actually wore; she had the features of a model.

It was no wonder she was constantly allowed to violate the office and lab dress codes. Mostly because of her talents and performance as head of the research department, Kronish hardly even noticed what she wore under her white lab coat. She could get away with a clubbing dress and a pair of stilettos if she felt like it.

Today, Josh noticed that she was wearing a nice black and purple dress with tall dark heels, the dark purple tone complimenting her strawberry blonde hair surprisingly well.

“Might not wanna go in there just yet,” Josh warned her shyly as she held in her hands a folder most likely meant for Kronish.

“Really?”

“Yeah… Dr. Camillo’s having one of his days,” he informed her.

“Is he? Well, I can handle Dr. Camillo,” she sighed unenthusiastically as she walked into the office.

Josh saw as Dr. Camillo’s head turned automatically, seeming much more excited about Dr. Johansson’s interruption than Josh’s.

“Sorry, Dr. Kronish, I just need you to sign off on these two,” she said politely as she held out the open folder.

“Yes, that’s right, of course. Thank you,” Kronish nodded as he quickly signed the forms.

Dr. Johansson nodded as she closed the folder and turned to leave.

“Hey, Brynne,” Camillo said, grinning like a child about to open a Christmas present.

“Dr. Camillo,” Brynne Johansson said curtly.

“You never responded to my invite, for my Christmas party next weekend,” he spoke up.

“That’s because I asked around and there is no Christmas party, Stu. If you ask me, the most realistic part of that plan is you throwing a party and no one showing up.”

Dr. Johansson left the office, and turned to find Josh, still looking in. He was mortified, realizing he’d been caught staring. But she didn’t seem to think anything of it.

“Does Dr. Camillo really hit on you like that?” he asked nervously, trying to salvage the interaction

“He tries to,” she nodded.

“Wow. My condolences,” he remarked humorously, still extremely nervous.

“Thanks,” she smiled dryly. “You have a good one… Futturman,” she said, reading off of his shirt before walking back to her own office.

Josh watched in disbelief as she walked away, shocked that she cared enough to learn his name. He was then interrupted by an angry Dr. Camillo, who practically pushed past him.

“Watch where you’re standing, janitor! If you were half as good at cleaning as you are lurking, you’d have a fucking award!”

Josh sighed in defeat as the man furiously pushed the janitorial cart away, creating even more work for him. He pulled it back towards him, just as Kronish also emerged from the office.

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to ignore him,” he apologized to Josh, who was surprised by the man’s kindness. “He’s a very angry man.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Josh smiled lightly.

Dr. Kronish just chuckled.

“So. Dr. Johansson’s caught your eye, hmm?” he noted.

“Uh…” Josh had no idea how to respond. “She’s nice.”

“She is nice,” Elias Kronish nodded, hearing the subtext. “And also, very fond of orchids. Specifically the purple ones.”

“Oh,” Josh remarked, considering the idea.

“She also likes Indian food, and Ethiopian food, and raspberry iced tea, and chocolate, specifically those little Ferrero Rochers, if that’s an easier introduction,” his employer considered thoughtfully.

“Thank you, Dr. Kronish,” Josh smiled.

“Please. Call me ‘Elias’.”

“Thank you, Elias,” Josh corrected himself.

The older man smile had a strange twinkle to it, as if he just radiated kindness.

“What was your first name, again?”

“Josh,” he told him. “You seem to know a lot about her.”

“I’m the only one she likes enough to talk to,” he explained. “Brynne’s a lovely woman. Private, and snarky, but lovely.”

“I know,” Josh Futturman nodded, fully aware of how funny she could be.

“Good luck, Josh,” Elias Kronish smiled, leaving him to his own thoughts

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Part Two

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