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Daddy...Do you ever feel like... We're don't home anymore? Thats what i mean.. Like we're not there.. It doesn't feel... Right!
GRUMPY!MIKE SCHMIDT⋆˚꩜.ᐟ - HEADCANONS
hi everyone :3 long time no write! while i work on something a lil more special for everyone, please enjoy some headcanons! not revised, put together while im baked. plz forgive me.
content warnings: slight nsfw at the end, subtle sexuality
grumpy!mike who gets so mad when the dishes are left in the sink, but he'll never say anything. he may grumble, mumble to himself about how he can't understand why you won't just put your dishes in the dishwasher like he does. he'll do them anyway, every single time, and you'll never hear a peep against it.
grumpy!mike who is subtly dominant. he's a control freak in everything he does, including with his person. hands always gripping some part of your body, rather it's your thigh under the table, a hand in your back pocket, or a singular pinky wrapped around your own. he never strays far from you. his gaze is always watching, his eyes ready to cut over to anyone who glances at you too long.
grumpy!mike who almost NEVER wakes up on the right side of the bed. he's always whining about the light, that it's too hot, too cold. on mondays, he's particularly bad. he'd rasp out to you, eyes still half closed, a hand lazily laying on his forehead. "you know, you'd think living through freddy's would make me happy to see another monday, but sincerely, fuck you to the beginning of the week still." you'd just laugh, inevitably having to tug him out of bed. you'd promise a cup of coffee and a kiss. sometimes that'd be enough.
grumpy!mike who owns any and every possible gaming system that was around at the time that he can get his hands on. he swears hes an expert on them all, that any issue with a broken one from the thrift store? easy peasy to fix. thats when you have to listen to him bitch and complain for a few hours while he trouble shoots the issue. you'e never minded, though. you'll lay on the touch, legs propped up on the side, watching intently. occasionally you'll offer a little support. maybe a quick, "you got this, baby," to which he'll respond, "yeah, well, we'll see..."
grumpy!mike who gets HANGRY. if he hasn't eaten recently, everything becomes overwhelming. tying his shoes, the tv volume, the way his hair is falling in his face. all of these make him antsy. he becomes clumsier with his movements, sharper with his words. he's never mean to you, though. the most you might get is a little attitude in the tone of his voice. he'll still kiss you on the forehead and remind you that you've done nothing wrong.
grumpy!mike who likes something on at night. he likes how the sounds of your soft snores and the tv drown out his thoughts. it isn't as neurotic as the nature sounds he once listened to in order to bring himself back to garrett. no, these are homely, domestic even. these are the kinds of scenes he'd see in the sitcoms he'd obsessively watch. a beautiful woman, a sharper edged man that feels unworthy of her love, and soft sounds of safety.
grumpy!mike who hates grocery shopping days because you both always wake up too late. it always starts with a fight over who snoozed the alarm first, but you always know it was him. the unmistakably gentle weight of his body every morning was a sweet little clue for you. you'd tread through the dismally lit aisles, the saturday afternoon rush making the place packed like a can of sardines. you'd do it best to make it through, and you'd reward yourselves with some sort of treat every time.
grumpy!mike who is a FREAK in the SHEETS. remember how he's a control freak? same in the bed, baby. hands on the neck, in the hair. bite marks everywhere. he's an eater, too. he'll do whatever to hear you whimper. all in all, that's the number one priority.
18+ MDNI: All entries contain smut or suggestive content
I put together my prompt list myself using various kinktober prompt lists, as well as some other October challenge lists, but I intend to make all my fics at least highly suggestive ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
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✔ | indicates completed prompt ✘ | indicates not yet completed
❈ | indicates author-chosen prompt and character pairing (the rest were randomised)
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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
dry humping - kinktober day 17 josh futturman
꩜ boyfriend!sub!josh futturman dry humps you
꩜ tags // josh futturman x reader, dry humping, whimpering, smut, 18+ fanfic, futureman fanfic, porn without plot
꩜ mentions // dry humping, male whimpering, moaning, grinding, praise, teasing, kissing, begging
It’s late at night, and you’re curled up on the couch with Josh, watching some old sci-fi movie. His arm is around you, but you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s shifting slightly, like he can’t quite get comfortable. You turn to him, catching his eyes in the dim light from the screen.
“Everything okay?” you whisper, brushing a strand of his messy hair from his forehead.
He nods, but his cheeks flush a little. “Yeah, just… you look really good tonight.” His voice is soft, almost shy, but there’s a heat in his gaze that makes your pulse quicken.
You smile and lean in, pressing your lips to his. What starts as a gentle kiss quickly turns heated, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer. Before you know it, you’re straddling his lap, the movie forgotten in the background.
Josh’s hands grip your hips as you start to move against him, grinding slowly through your clothes. The friction builds, and you feel him harden beneath you. A soft whimper escapes his lips, muffled against your mouth, and it sends a thrill through you.
“You like that?” you murmur, pulling back just enough to see his face, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, looking utterly wrecked already.
He nods frantically, another whimper slipping out as you roll your hips harder. “Please… don’t stop,” he begs, his voice breaking into a whine. His hands guide your movements, but you’re in control, teasing him with every grind.
The dry humping intensifies, his breaths coming in short gasps, punctuated by those delicious whimpers that make you grind even slower, drawing them out. “You sound so good like this,” you praise, kissing along his jaw.
Josh arches up into you, chasing the friction, his whimpers turning into moans. The tension coils tight, and soon he’s trembling beneath you, lost in the sensation.
You keep the rhythm steady, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles that have Josh squirming underneath you. His fingers dig into your sides, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show how desperate he’s getting. Every time you grind down, he lets out these soft, breathy whimpers that make your core ache, high-pitched and needy, like he can’t hold them back.
“Fuck… feels so good,” he gasps, his head tilting back against the couch cushions. You lean down, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, swallowing his next whimper as your tongues tangle. The movie’s still playing, some explosion lighting up the room, but neither of you cares.
You pull back, watching him chase your mouth with a whine. “Tell me what you want, Josh,” you tease, slowing your movements just enough to make him buck up against you involuntarily.
“Please… faster,” he begs, his voice cracking into another whimper. His cheeks are flushed, eyes glassy with want. You oblige, picking up the pace, the friction between your clothes building that sweet, torturous heat. He moans louder now, the sound vibrating through you as he grinds back, matching your rhythm.
You’re both panting, the dry humping turning frantic. You can feel him throbbing beneath you, so close to the edge. “You’re doing so well for me,” you praise, nipping at his earlobe, and that’s what pushes him further, another series of whimpers spilling from his lips, broken and raw.
But you don’t let him finish just yet. You slow down again, edging him, drawing out those delicious sounds. “Not yet, baby,” you murmur, kissing his neck. He whines in protest, hips jerking up, but you hold him steady, building the tension until he’s trembling all over.
Finally, when you can’t take it anymore either, you grind hard and fast, pushing you both over. Josh cries out, a long, shuddering whimper as he comes undone beneath you, his body arching. You follow soon after, collapsing against him in a heap of tangled limbs and heavy breaths.
Afterward, you stroke his hair gently, whispering soft praises as he catches his breath. “You were amazing,” you say, and he smiles shyly, pulling you closer for a lazy kiss. The night stretches on, cozy and content.
Me after reading the most profane, toe curling, mind blowing smut known to man in the middle of class because I was bored