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maidens if you are going to flee dramatically from my castle in the middle of the night once i reveal my true nature to you please leave your candelabra on the little ledge by the portcullis we are running out of them

neenarchive

starting to think these maidens are stumbling in soaked through from the rain just to steal my beautiful gowns and homewear are any of you actually lost

elektrashocktherapy

At the checkout in Home Goods loading the belt with nothing but candelabras in all shapes & sizes while the cashier watches sympathetically and asks if it’s the maidens again

lightningstryker9000

THAT FIRST VOICE LINE…hear me out 🫦

bloopiebloops

Guys, I have a hair brained AU Waterboy fanart idea... So I need to know, which artists am I missing??? Anymore awesome redesigns out there?

Please post links/artist names 🙏

harmonyofthesea

various dispatch chars x reader (robert, herman, invisagal, malevola, sonar, blazer, phenomaman) as texts/quotes! warning: suggestive in some, implied relationship to reader in most

shibushio11

draws Robert Robertson and dies

ohlookididsomething

Waterproof

Waterboy x fem!reader

Summary: It's Waterboy's birthday, and a seemingly innocent present gets misinterpreted by your fellow Z-Teamers.

A/N: I keep getting ads on Instagram for these waterproof blankets, except all the marketing keeps implying they're for easy cleanup after sex. I thought it was funny. That is all.

Warnings: swearing, dirty thoughts (some smut described, but no actual smut), could probably be read as gender neutral, but I had a fem!reader in mind. Like, I think Punch-Up calls the reader 'love' like once or smth.

When Waterboy was ushered into your apartment, he expected a quiet night in with his best friend, a couple movies, and maybe even a homemade cupcake. What he didn't expect was for all of his teammates to pop out from behind random walls and furniture to scream out a "SURPRISE!"

starryyberries

This did well on twitter so I’m posting it here too SKSKKSS

keiosity

Definitely an HR Violation | Waterboy (Dispatch)

CROSS-POSTED FROM AO3

WC: 10K

SUMMARY: A casual sleepover with the Phoenix girls ends up with you confessing your long hidden attraction to the local sweetheart, Waterboy. The following week, Blonde Blazer throws an office party for a month of successful dispatch.

Will you take that opportunity to finally make a move? Or will you make him chase after you?"

CONTENT: Alcohol consumption, Dom/sub undertones, Office sex, Shameless smut, Sexual inexperience, Orgasm edging, Office party, Service submission, Reader-insert has powers, Dominant Reader-insert, Teasing, Sleepovers

RATING: EXPLICIT

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

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canadianmilkbag

So… dispatch… 😈🙏

bomber-grl

can you do like seeing water boy without his suit for the first time maybe

Pairing(s): Waterboy x Gn!Reader

A/N: Not officially tg— more so crushes

“...Wow” You spoke without much thought and instantly regretted it the moment it left your mouth.

Herm, suitless and instead sporting a white tank top and some boxers you’d only see in cartoons, stiffened and stood quietly, trying to gauge your reaction. It was clear he was trying to decipher what it meant, and your prolonged staring wasn’t exactly helping.

As if suddenly becoming aware of your intrusion you jumped and stepped back subconsciously, "Y'know what? I’ll just leave, sorry for intruding– I don’t even remember what I came here for.”

You were about to leave when he called out, “W–wait!”

You turned back around and looked at him with confusion, “What is it…?”

He flushed and gestured to the door. Right, you still needed to close that.

You poked your head out and looked up, down, and around the hallway before locking the door. You’d just hope no one needed cleaning supplies.

You turned back towards him and addressed the Elephant in the room in the worst way possible. You gestured to his attire, “Soo, are we changing things up? Cuz I think this really suits you.”

Herm's posture straightened up, “You–you really think so?” He responded a bit bashfully.

Ah, he didn’t understand the sarcasm.

“Nevermind that, why’re you borderline naked to begin with, especially in the janitors closet?”

He looked down at his attire, and fiddled with the hem of his tank top, “I accidentally got something on my suit and it– it was urgent and this was the– the nearest place.” He sighed and hung his head.

You really didn’t know how to reply to that, especially because how he got chemicals (based on what he’s insinuating) on it was probably a story in itself and you truthfully didn’t have time for it.

“Well…” You began, “For what it’s worth, I think you look really nice. Especially since I’ve never seen you without your goggles.”

You stepped forward without thinking.

“I wasn’t expecting your eyes to look so…gray. I honestly thought they were more of a blue.” You inched closer until your faces were mere inches apart and lifted your hand, raking it through his hair.

Your eyes shifted from where they were focused on his hair and finally realized the expression he was making. His face was stuck in a surprised expression and he seemed to be concentrating on not moving– not even an inch.

You stepped back and fake coughed into your hand, “Sorry, I got carried away.”

He startled and shook his head, a not so subtle red rising from behind his neck to the tips of his ears, “I just… wasn’t expecting… uh… you to say that.”

He played with the end of a loose strand of hair and smiled shyly, “Thank– thank you.”

You found yourself heating up, he was admittedly cuter than you thought before– and that’s saying something.

You checked your phone and noticed the time– this little impromptu meeting was going on way longer than it should have.

You sighed and put your phone away, “Look, I’ve got to go now, I have things I need to do.”

“W-wait!” You looked up at him, confused about the second hold up in this conversation alone.

“U-uhm thanks for uh… being okay about– this,” He gestured to the situation at hand.

“Yea, don’t worry about it. It was nice talking to you– and being able to witness your reactions alike.” Your small smile grew as you watched him realize your poor attempt at teasing.

He flushed a bit and seemed to be biting back a response of his own– probably a way of preventing himself from saying anything foolish.

“Soo can I go now?” Before he could respond, you added “Or do you want to see me without my suit on to make it even? That why you keep telling me to wait?”

Herm gasped and covered his face with his hands, eventually peeking at you through his fingers, cheeks somehow burning even brighter than before.

“Well,” you said, turning toward the door.

“I should go before you stop working– for good.” Herm didn’t answer, and just nodded his head.

You paused in the doorway and glanced over your shoulder.

“See you later,” You smiled, and promptly walked into the hallway.

hailmary-yramliah

Betting Pool of Love (Waterboy x Reader)

Summary: Hello! How are you doing? Hopefully great.

Just read your wayer boy x reader and i was melting from how wholesome it was!

If it's alright with you: can you write a wholesome one-shot or headcanon about waternoy and reader who's obviously in love or has a crush on earth other but haven't confess yet?

And everyone are betting on them like: who's gonna confess first?

Where are they gonna confess and who's gonna do the first kiss with money all over.

The entire building giving the vibe of

"JUST KISS ALREADY!!" 😂

But of course if you don't want to write it you don't have to 👍🏻

Have a nice day

Warnings: FLUFF!!! All of SDN literally on a cute bet between Waterboy x Reader. Oblivious attraction. Waterboy being a cute stuttering nervous wreck

AN: Thank you so much for the request @snipersiniora!! I hope you like it! (Ask)

WC: ~1,900

@hailmary-yramliah Masterlist

There hasn’t been a bet as big since the Z-team was trying to find out which superhero Robert—their dispatcher—used to be in his prime

This one, however, was different. More personal, profitable even.

The pool of cash amassed to $1,289 and it was deciding on which of the team was on par on the following three things: A) who will confess first? B) where will they confess? And C) who will make the first move to kiss? Their whispers, speculations, and theorizations were shared throughout the office space.

Many members of the Z-team and more had decided on their bets with hopes that sometime soon, they’ll be able to get their hands on the prize money for themselves.

You and Waterboy were completely clueless to the bet, and towards one another’s attraction. Your feelings for the superhero began when your day almost became a cautionary tale (literally) as you accidentally almost tripped and fell on a coffee spillage in the office floor, nearly flying straight into the superhero’s strong arms due to you completely missing the yellow plastic caution sign (darn you for keeping your nose in your policy manual rather than paying attention where you were headed). He caught you swiftly. Waterboy stared down at you, eyes wide, cheeks glowing pink under his goggles. Your faces were incredibly close. Close enough that Nightblade, who happened to walk by, gasped like he’d witnessed the finale of a romance drama.

“S-Sorry!” You blurted, practically springing out of his arms. “I was reading and—I mean— thank you— I didn’t—”

“It’s o-okay!” He said at the same time, his voice high-pitched, smiling so shyly it melted half the team who were observing from behind corners. “I’m g-glad I caught you.”

That very moment became the origin story for the betting pool of love.

And since then, you became close friends with one another, eventually realizing you were starting to grow feelings for Herm.

Everything between you and Waterboy seemed to blossom effortlessly.

Shared lunches. Inside jokes about policy manuals and slippery floors. The way he always offered you water before you even asked. The way you saved him the last donut whenever your dispatch coworkers brought them in from Granny’s.

Somewhere along the way the friendship blurred into something warmer that made your stomach flutter whenever he smiled at you. Sometimes even making your heart race when he brushed your hand by accident. You had feelings—obvious ones, apparently. To everyone except him.

And Herm? He was gone for you. He stared at you like you hung the moon every time you weren’t looking.

At least $20 dollars had already been added to the betting pool for ‘Oblivious idiots in love’.

Tuesday evening, after you and Waterboy were long gone, the Z-team and some coworkers who were in on the bet had gathered for a late-night briefing, one that Blonde Blazer hosted. It was easy to believe that it was a meeting to discuss any announcements for SDN, but really it was a cover to talk about their bets on you both.

Golem whispered to Invisigal, “My bet’s on Y/N confessing first. Probably during a mission. High stress. Emotional vulnerability.”

Invisigal shook her head in disagreement. “Nah. No way. Waterboy’s gonna crack first. Probably in the break room. I’ve seen him stare at his coffee cup like he’s imagining their wedding together.”

“I bet the first kiss happens on a rooftop!” Punch-Up chimed in. Robert agreed silently.

Malevola then piped up. “No, it’ll be an accident. A ‘whoops we bumped heads and now we’re kissing anyway’ moment.” Blonde Blazer seemed to agree to that but had her own different timeline as to when it would occur.

The rest, including other dispatchers all shared their own ideas on how the confession played out with the when and where’s when Robert decided to speak out. “Guys, please,” He sighed from the back, sipping coffee as if he wasn’t keeping track of a hidden side-bet spreadsheet. “Some dignity.”

But even he added a twenty when Waterboy offered you half of his muffin.

The next day during your break, Waterboy found you eating a plain granola bar at your desk.

“Hey. Uh-would you— are you… free?”

You looked up from your desk after mindlessly scrolling on your phone, a smile appearing upon seeing his presence. Quickly swallowing the dry grains, you cleared your throat before replying.

“Hermy! What’s up? Yeah, I’m free.”

“Oh! G-great! Would you like to join me for lunch? W-we can go check out that s-sandwich shop you l-like.” You happily agreed, never one to turn down food, considering your own lunch only ever consisted of snacks, and on the plus side, it was with someone you had a crush on.

You both head to Bubba’s Deli Shop, capturing a corner booth where instead of sitting across one another, you slipped in right beside him just close enough that your legs brushed beneath the table.

Waterboy fiddled with his straw wrapper. You traced circles on your napkin.

“I’m really g-glad you agreed to c-come,” He said softly. “I… like spending time with you.”

Hearing that, your heart slammed against your ribs.

“I like spending time with you too.” You said, voice breathy.

Waterboy’s smile appeared crooked—shy, warm, yet absolutely devastating.

And of course, at another booth across the café, the Z-Team was ‘subtly’ spying behind newspapers with eye holes cut in them.

Robert had binoculars.

“Move-uh your face motherfuck! I’m trying to see the wet noodle boy and his lover.” Flambae nudged Sonar for the newspaper to get a glance.

Malevola was growing impatient, just close to winning the bet if Waterboy were to confess and make the first move. She already had the deli shop down. She was ready to set her portal to the booth right next to you both where she could scold Waterboy to act like a man and finally spill out his crush on you.

For the remainder of their break, the team continued scheming on when the next time you both will be together.

When Waterboy asked if you could meet him in the courtyard after shift, you didn’t think much of it. He’d sounded nervous—adorably so—but that wasn’t unusual for him. Still, something in his voice had your heart fluttering all afternoon.

The courtyard was quiet when you arrived. Soft lights glowed along the stone path you walked along and to your right, the fountain trickled peacefully. The evening breeze carried the smell of flowers as it flowed past your direction.

And in the middle of it all stood Waterboy.

Fidgeting. Blushing. And holding… something. Actually, two somethings.

A large white box of donuts tied with a light blue ribbon. And a bouquet—bright, colorful, carefully arranged with your favorite flowers.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped closer towards him, yet far away to catch yourself from wanting to wrap him tightly in a bear hug.

“H-Hi,” He said, stepping forward. “Um… so… I, uh— I wanted to surprise you.” He swallowed hard, offering the donuts first.

Your heart warmed at the affection. “You did.”

“These are the ones you said you liked last week. The place had a long line but… I thought it was worth it.”

Then he held out the bouquet, hands shaking slightly like it was heavy for him (which clearly isn’t when he was able to catch you so easily). “And— I wanted to give you these too. Because they reminded me of you. Or you reminded me of them. I don’t really know how that works but—”

Cutting him off, “Waterboy.” You whispered, touched beyond words. “These are beautiful.”

“So are you,” He blurted, then immediately panicked, his cheeks maddenly red and hot. “I-I mean—! That came out w-weird— no it didn’t— wait—”

You laughed softly, stepping closer now. The lights reflected in his eyes, softening his usually anxious expression, his shoulders slumped like a saddened puppy and it was adorable.

“I think it came out perfect.” You replied.

He exhaled shakily. “Good. Because I-I wanted to ask you s-something. Something important.”

Your heart raced. He took a slow breath, but his fingers still fidgeted to help appease the anxiety racing within his chest.

“I-I really like you. A-a lot. And I was hoping— maybe— if you’d like to g-go on a real date with—”

“FINALLY!”

The bushes erupted.

People spilled out in every direction—the entire Z-Team, half the dispatchers, even Robert holding a clipboard like he was an officiant for a professional sport.

Waterboy jumped three feet in the air. You nearly dropped the donuts.

“WHAT—?!” Waterboy yelped, clutching the flowers to his chest.

Prism tumbled out of the shrubbery. “OH THANK GOD, I WAS CRAMPING IN THERE.”

Phenomaman pointed. “I called it that these two lovebirds would be outside in nature.”

Royd and Galen shared a look and both shook their heads in disappointment. They were both wrong in their own suspicions, ultimately losing out on the $1,289.

Coupe hadn’t cared much, only really sharpening her knives from afar while still watching the action unfold from the distance.

Blonde Blazer calmly approached at the front. “Please keep the courtyard intact during your celebrations.”

But one voice rose above the rest: “YESSSSS!” Chase yelled, sprinting forward and pumping both fists in the air. “PAY UP, EVERYONE! I TOLD YOU HE’D CONFESS FIRST AND THAT IT WOULD BE WITH FOOD IN THE COURTYARD!!”

He waved his winning betting slip like a golden ticket.

A chorus of groans echoed through the courtyard. Blonde Blazer approached him with the cash prize, congratulating him for winning.

Invisigal huffed out. “I swear, you’ve probably aged yourself into the future just to see what happens.”

Flambae, too, was disappointed. “This is rigged. It has to be rigged.”

“I had the rooftop written down,” Robert grumbled.

Waterboy buried his face in his hands. “I can’t b-believe this. I can’t believe they were all watching.”

You touched his arm gently. “I think it’s sweet.” You whispered, smiling despite the chaos.

He peeked at you through his fingers. “R-really?”

“Really. Besides…” You squeezed his hand. “You did confess first.”

The courtyard erupted in renewed shrieks.

“HE SAID IT! I HEARD IT!”

“That’s another ten in the pool!”

“No, the pool is CLOSED—CHASE WON, REMEMBER?!”

“UGH, FINE.”

Waterboy, flustered, adorable, and still holding the bouquet, turned back to you with a shy, hopeful smile.

“So… um… a-after all of that—” He gestured at the pile of cheering idiots. “Will you s-still go out with m-me?”

Your heart glowed. “Yes,” You said simply. “I’d love to.”

The team screamed. Chase held up the container of money like a championship trophy. Someone set off a party popper.

Robert muttered to no one in particular, “This is worse than when they tried finding out my identity.”

Waterboy leaned closer, voice soft just for you. “Can I… k-kiss you?” He asked gently.

You nodded. “Please.”

And under the courtyard lights—amid cheering, crying, betting, and total mayhem—Waterboy leaned forward, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in closer as he kissed you.

Chase continued to cheerfully yell, “I WON THE JACKPOT, BABY!”

You pulled back laughing, forehead against Waterboy’s.

“Should we be worried?” You joked. He shook his head, smiling that soft smile that first stole your heart.

“No.” He whispered. “We just made a lot of p-people rich and annoyed at the s-same time.”

And in the courtyard full of chaos, confetti, and coworkers celebrating like they’d won the Super Bowl, you held hands with Waterboy—finally, officially together.

zhxnshi

[Hydrotropism] - AFAB Vers. Smut 18+

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The hum of the UV lights is the only thing filling the silence.

"You should go," I murmur, voice low. "Before this gets more complicated."

"It's already complicated," Herman says quietly.

He looks away, jaw tense. "Exactly."

Herman swallows hard. "Then... maybe I-I don't care."

My eyes snap to his–pupils sharp in the UV glow. "Herman."

But he steps closer anyway.

Slowly. Carefully. Like approaching something valuable.

"You think I came down here just to yell at you?" he asks softly. "I came down because... I didn't want to leave you alone like that. I was worried for you–"

My breath catches.

"And because," Herman adds, voice barely steady, "I wanted— I wanted to know you. The real you."

His throat bobs as he swallows.

"Herman, don't—"

He reaches out.

His hand cups my cheek. Gentle. Hesitant. Like he expects me to dissolve under his touch.

I stiffen—shock first, then something warmer unfurling slowly, creeping under my skin like sunlight through leaves.

He's so sweet. Like a puppy..

"You shouldn't," I whisper.

"I know." His thumb brushes my cheekbone, and his voice drops. "But I-I really nee–want to."

The closeness, the tension, the unspoken everything between us— I can't breathe.

"S-Say something," he murmurs.

My answer comes out soft, and lustful.

"...Then you're going to have to stop looking at my mouth like that."

Herman's breath shudders.

Then he leans in.

It's hesitant at first—barely a kiss, the lightest brush of lips like he's afraid I'll pull away. I inhaled sharply, fingers curling into the edge of the table.

Herman pulls back a fraction, eyes wide.

"Was that— okay?" he whispers, breath shaking.

I stare at him, stunned that the sweet boy actually initiated it.

Then—

My hand slides up the front of his suit, fingers hooking into the fabric at his collar. "C'mere," I murmur, my voice slightly sultry.

I pull him back in.

This time the kiss is firmer—confident, sure, the kind of kiss that tilts the power balance in an instant. Our tongues mash together like they've been craving this contact. He whimpers slightly and I can feel myself growing wet.

My fingers guide the angle of his jaw, coaxing him open. Herman makes a small sound in his throat, surprised but not complaining, his hands settling tentatively at my waist, slowly tracing my body with his hands, exploring.

I deepen the kiss, slow and intentional, teaching him the rhythm with every pass of my mouth. When he hesitates, I tilt his chin with two fingers and murmur against his lips:

"Like this."

He follows. God, he follows so well.

His hands tighten slightly at my hips, drawing me closer. The water dripping intensely, off our bodies into the grout, leading into the drains, reacting to his tall, lean body.

I smirked into the kiss.

"Good boy," I breathe, guiding him again with a soft tug to his lower lip. "Just like that, puddles."

He shivers—growing more red, panting slightly. The air grows humid around us as his fingers lightly twitch towards my ass. I assume he wants to pick me up.

I deny him the chance. This is my ride.

When he kisses back with a little more pressure, a little more wanting, I groan against him, sliding one hand up the nape of his neck, threading into his damp hair. I even tug a bit.

Herman melts into it.

Completely.

Oh– But I'm not done leading.

I shift the kiss, slow and coaxing, guiding him back a step until his back hits the lab's metal support column. Herman's hands fly up to steady us both, palms pressing into my hips with new, delicious certainty. I now have a better view of his lengthy bulge forming in his tight suit.

I grow wetter at the sight, but for now I want to fuck with him.

"You're learning fast," I murmured, lips brushing his.

He blushes hard, even as he leans in again, letting me set the pace.

"You're... s-showing me," he whispers.

I smile—softly.

"And you're listening."

I kiss him again, deeper this time, guiding him through every moment— the slow pull, the tilt of his head, the pressure, the breathlessness.

I can feel his length twitch against my lower abdomen. Fuckk..

Herman follows every little instruction, every gentle nudge, every shift of my mouth like it's instinct.

His fingers curl into my waist, drawing me closer. "(y/n)..." he breathes, voice cracking at the edges. "This is— god, this is—"

I hush him with another kiss, slower, lips brushing once, twice.

"I know puppy," I whisper, forehead resting against his. "I know."

Our noses almost touch. His breath ghosts over my skin, warm and shaky.

"You're d-dangerous," he murmurs.

My smile grows.

"So are you," I whisper back. "You just hide it better."

Our lips meet again in a soft, lingering kiss— the kind that says the argument is over, but the tension is not.

Not even fucking close.

When I finally pull away, Herman looks dazed, breathless, and a little awestruck.

I run my thumb along his lower lip, a small, wicked smile forming.

"Next time," I murmur, "you can initiate again."

Herman's breath hitches.

"And I'll teach you even more–"

My breath leaves me in a startled rush as Herman's hands slide under my thighs, lifting them with more strength than he usually admits he has. The motion is fluid, instinctive—like he forgot to be shy for one fucking second.

My ass hits the edge of the center table, papers rustling, empty glass vials clinking softly. Herman steps in between my knees without thinking, mouth finding mine again in a kiss that's nothing like the tentative beginning.

This one is hungry.

The kind he's been holding back for hours... Maybe days.

I exhale through my nose, fingers gripping the back of his suit as he leans into me, kissing hard enough to make their pulse stumble.

"Easy, puddles," I murmur against his lips, half-laughing, half-gasping. "Where'd this come from?"

"You," Herman whispers back, voice low and shaky. "You said next time I could initiate."

My smirk curves slow and approving—

I definitely like this side of Herm.

And then Herman kisses that smirk right off my face.

This time I don't guide immediately.

I let him take over for a few messy, breathless moments—his hands braced on either side of my hips, my thighs tightening lightly around his waist as he kisses me deeper, more certain, lips parting as he learned the rhythm I taught him. My wetness grows warmer and I can feel Waterboy slightly rubbing on me as if he needed it so bad. He whimpers between kisses and takes small breaths.

His breath is hot, uneven, brushing my cheek as he moves from my mouth to my jaw and back again, tracing every angle like he's memorizing them.

I suck in a sharp breath, fingers curling at the back of his neck.

"Look at you," I murmur, voice dropping. "Hero on the outside, sinner on the inside."

Herman groans softly, forehead bumping theirs, breath shaky. "Don't— don't tease me right n-now."

"Oh, Hermy," they purr. "I'm absolutely teasing you right now."

He looks like he would've busted just at hearing his name.

His hands tighten at my hips once again, possibly leaving some minor bruises and I felt the shift—the way his restraint wavers, the way he's trying so hard to stay in control.

So I take that moment.

My hand finds his jaw and tilts his face up—firm, sure, claiming.

"Come here," I whisper.

I kiss him hard, knocking the air out of both of us. I slowly slide my hands from around his neck to his zipper. I take it and slowly start unzipping, revealing Herm's lean but slightly toned body. I stop the zipper right above the bulge, leaving his black boxers to peak out from the suit.

Herman makes a noise he definitely didn't intend, a soft hitched sound in the back of his throat–

Fuck he's so adorable.

I swallow it with another kiss, guiding the pace now—slower, deeper, coaxing his mouth open with a practiced pull of his lower lip.

He melts right into it.

He begins to moan and babble in my ear a bit, sounding like he's beginning to beg. I slip a hand into his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp.

"That's it," I whisper against his lips. "Follow me, sweetheart."

He does.

What a poor lost puppy.

Every shift of my mouth, every angle, every change in pressure—he mirrors it, breathless and eager, hands dragging up my back and sides in a way that makes me inhale sharply, not from pain but from the surprising confidence of it.

My fingers slide down from his jaw, trace his throat, then ghost along the edge of his collar then I bring it straight down to his bulge, massaging the member in my hands. He shivers visibly and rolls his eyes back slightly.

"You listen so well," I murmur, tilting his chin up again so I can kiss him harder—slow, consuming, commanding and soft all at once.

Herman's hands tremble slightly against my waist... but instead of pulling away, he leans in even closer, pressing them gently but firmly back against the table, his forehead touching mine as he catches his breath.

"(y-y/n)," he murmurs, voice wrecked and warm. "P-Please–I... want more."

My lips brush his—barely, teasing, electric.

"I know," I whisper. "And you're going to get better at this. But first–"

I take my hand off his throbbing cock, I reach for his hand and I rest it on my lower abdomen, right above my warmth and glance up at him—hoping he understand that opportunity I'm giving him. Herman's breath catches and his hand shakes, dripping water on me drop by drop.

"Explore Hermy, I said I would teach you."

I bite my lip and wink at him, voice silky and promising.

Herman swallows hard.

"R-really–I-I–" he whispers.

I smile—feeling safe under his touch, feeling unguarded as well.

I nod my head at him.

He slowly traces his fingertips down my warmth, lightly grazing my clit. I give a quick whimper in response and he halts for a moment, worried. Realizing it was a moan he quickly continued. Face red and breaths heavy.

He follows my wetness to my clothes core, soaked by my lust.

"M-May I–Uh, take–remove–Uh–" He begins to stutter.

"Yes, you can." I chirp at him, smiling at his dorkiness.

He begins to remove my shorts and panties, putting them carefully on the table in a random spot where it would remain unbothered.

He hovers his hand over my core. He beholds the sight of my wet thighs and my wet pussy just itching for him to touch it. He glides his two fingers over my clit which makes me let out a sharp breath. He slides down to my hole and slowly enters. Pumping his fingers in and out of me watching for my reactions and kissing at my neck here and there.

"Fuck Hermy.. That's so go–good." I manage to moan. He picks up the pace and adds another finger as he feels comfortable with the motion, now whimpering and digging his face into my neck.

"A-Am I making you f-feel good?" He asks, panting into my neck.

Fuck me please–

"Yes Hermy, you're doing so fucking go–" I begin to reassure as I feel my core twinge at the pleasure and begin to buildup a climax. I moan loudly, gripping onto her hair and leaving scratches on his back. I release all over his fingers, twitching around them as I pant heavily. His breath matches mine.

I smile and laugh a bit. I then challenge the hero.

"Ready for the real thing, puddles?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. He looks at my face, then his stare trails down my body staring at my chest. My sports bra now soaked but my nipples poke through the padding slightly. He speaks up.

"O-On one term–Condition."

I tilt my head at him.

"I w-want to– I need–To see.. Y-you're." He glances between my chest and the table. I smile and sit up slightly, removing my sports bra, now fully naked on the table.

He then takes his arms out of his suit sleeves and lets it fall slightly below his waistline. He hesitantly takes out his cock.

Holy shit, he's actually huge.

For what he lacked in extreme girth, he definitely made up for in length. His cock twitches as he stares at the sight before him.

He hooks his arms under my thighs, grabbing my hips and sliding me towards him just enough for him to comfortably line himself up.

"Hermy–" He cuts me off immediately.

"Y-Yes! Are you okay? Is this go–fine?" he stutters, clearly worried he's doing something wrong. I giggle at him and just remind him of the power behind a clit.

He readies himself and looks at me desperately. He maintains eye contact and thrusts into me slowly–his tip lightly stretching me a bit as they rest of him becomes enveloped within me.

Oh my god oh my god– Fuck fuck fuck–

I moan in complete pleasure all the while he's groaning in my ear, whimpering and babbling on about how good I feel and how tight I am. He buries his face into my neck for a bit.

"F-Fu–(y-y/n) you are–you feel– so fuckin– oh my god–" He grunts, pumping into me at a steadier pace now. I can feel him hit every spot in every right way, my wetness allowing him free reign on how fast he wants this. My body melts into his. The plapping is getting louder, moans fill the entire lab. The table shakes and pens begin to roll around.

He feels so fucking good.

I wrap my legs around his waist, trapping him in place as he thrusts into me. He slows his pace then sits back up, immediately gravitating for my boobs. He gently cups one in one hand, and starts sucking on the other. My back arches at the sudden pleasure surging through my body. He's slobbering all over my tits and whimpering. He makes occasional eye contact to assure that he's doing great. Watching my reactions, watching him pleasure me.

And trust me– He's doing fan-fucking-tastic.

He hums with my boob still engulfing his mouth. I groan and tighten around his cock as he begins to pound faster again. He reassumed his spot in my neck.

The water he's secreting is every, all over the table and scrapped notes I intended to toss. The faint sounds of the drains collecting water can be heard if you really listened passed the moans and groans.

"I'm gonna–I wanna–P-Please.. Let me cu–cum." Herm whimpers, begging to release his load into me as he reaches closer and closer. His thrusts are heavy and sloppy, no exact rhythm but hitting every right spot without faltering.

I lay back a bit getting a view of his adorably red face. His icy-blue eyes that I could fall into like graves. His furrowed brows, his pathetic panting. Whimpering every now and then lightly drooling.

I smile and cup his cheek while moaning here and there.

"Yes Hermy– Please baby," I groan out as his pace begins to become consistent, fast, his cries pick up. "Fill me up, you deserve it– you're so good sweetheart."

He wraps his lanky arms around me and sends his face into my abused neck and releases his water-mixed load into me. I feel the warmth of his liquids filling me up to the brim.

I twitch.

He throbs

Both of our moans overlapping each other as they slowly turn into slowed pants and breaths.

Although–

He's still going, twitching ever so slightly, his cum leaks out of me as he hasn't moved. He looks up at me with glazed over eyes. He then looks at my body seeing what I believe to be hickeys on my neck and the fact that he came inside me. Unprotected.

"Oh my gosh I–Are you okay–I'm such an idiot– What can I do?" He hastily asks, pulling out and grabbing nearest tissues to clean up the mess between our legs.

"I'll pay– not for the sex– B.. Plan B, that is." He says slowly fading as he begins to dig money out of his wallet.

I get up and I grab his hand, stopping him from grabbing any money out– no matter how adorable his worry is. I flash him a dazed smile.

"How about we worry about that.. Tomorrow?" I ask, hoping he gets the hint that I want him to stay the night.

Oh please oh please let him say yes.

I stare up at his expression, going from concerned to lightly conflicted, he darts his eyes to the ground.

He then looks up at his goggles on the ground (that somehow came off in the process who knows) and back at me.

"I–I would like that– yes!" He stumbles, giving me a very big and embarrassed smile, still red (and hanging by the way). We both glance at our appearances and the post-nut clarity kinda hits hard here.

"Maybe we should get dressed before settling down for the evening?" I asked in a witty tone, pointing at his, uhm, third leg.

He rushes to cover his manhood and nods his head yes frantically.

"I-I would like that very much."

He begins to gather our clothes and hands me mine carefully. Surprisingly he's drying up a bit, and I feel more energetic than ever.

I don't know what I've gotten myself into, but fuck it.

I haven't felt this good in a long time.

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AMAB Vers. [Smut 18+]

[prev. part]

Dance with me

Waterboy x f!reader takes place at Robert’s housewarming party :)

You brushed through your hair, snagging on a particularly tough knot you’d been yanking on all day. You always did have a habit of twirling your hair non-stop, especially when stressed. Tonight, you were excited yet nervous. Blonde Blazer had announced they’d be throwing Robert a surprise house-warming party.

But first of all, you had to get something straight. Would everyone be in their superhero garb? If you showed up in your good ol’ regular clothes, would you just look like some normie?

In the past few weeks, you’d slowly been getting more comfortable with the team. Although they were all ex-villains, they weren’t half bad. In particular, Waterboy, who wasn’t a villain, but the janitor-turned-newcomer hero. You felt calm around him; he was in a somewhat similar situation. A new hero with a chance to become great, while you were stuck in the limbo of figuring out how to even use your powers for good.

You ended up dressing in a tight-fitted black turtleneck that took way too long to find in your wardrobe, your favourite leather skirt, and a pair of ankle booties.

Your phone rang. Were they here to pick you up already? You quickly grabbed the house-warming gift you’d bought for Robert, a portrait of some random dog that somewhat resembled Beef. Close enough, if you didn’t look too hard.

“I’m coming!” you shouted from your apartment window, before booking it down the stairs.

“Get in, hot stuff.” Malevola smirked, shifting over to make space, or rather, whatever little space was left in Prism’s small car.

You were picked up last, so you were automatically assigned to sit in the dreaded middle right next to Waterboy (Who you didn’t mind sitting next to). Punch-Up and Malevola took the ends.

“Sonar and Coupe are flying there, lucky arses,” Punch-Up announced.

“H-hi! Hey!” Waterboy said awkwardly. You were sitting pretty close together, your bodies basically squished. His arm shifted and made a squeak against his wetsuit. The poor thing.

“Hey guys, hey Waterboy.” You smiled. “Are we ready for tonight?”

“I sure as hell am, don’t know if Robert is, though!” Prism said.

“He’s probably jacking off right now,” Malevola joked.

“O-oh, yeah! Yeah, probably!” Waterboy said.

You barked out a laugh.

“You guys are disgusting and vile, truly,” Flambae added. “But yeah, he probably is.”

Luckily, the car ride wasn’t long. Prism blasted her own songs, and you wondered if the entire car was shaking violently from the outside. The windows fogged up from Waterboy and the heated seats, making it look like something a bit less innocent.

When you arrived, you stepped out almost too eagerly, taking a deep breath of much-needed fresh air.

“Hey, shitheads,” Invisigal appeared behind you.

“Gahh!” Waterboy jumped.

“Scared the fucking shit out of me,” Flambae announced.

Malevola busted through the door.

“Surprise!”

Oh- Robert was literally standing in the darkness wearing nothing but boxers.

“So I was right, you were jacking off!” she laughed.

“What? No, I wasn’t! What the hell is wrong with you?- Ooomf!” Robert grunted as Malevola swung the lamp she’d gotten him, accidentally hitting him in the crotch.

“Fucking weirdos,” Robert muttered, pulling on some pants.

Everyone greeted each other, taking turns handing over their house-warming gifts, which for some reason were all lamps and lights. Did you miss some memo?

“Oh, cool. Another lamp. Thanks,” Robert said flatly.

At least Golem and Waterboy had gotten lamps with taste: a salt lamp and a lava lamp. Hell, you wanted them for yourself.

“Reminded me of Beef,” you said, handing Robert the portrait of not-Beef.

“Now with all these lights in here, I can actually see it.” He smiled softly. “Thank you,” he smiled.

The night went on. Prism blasted more music, drinks went around the table, and everyone seemed at ease, dancing freely and talking way too loud. Robert would definitely get a noise complaint.

You leaned against the counter, sipping on some mixed drink Malevola had thrown together.

“Is it good?” Malevola asked.

You took a sip and almost gagged. “It’s definitely… strong,” you choked.

“Atta girl.” She playfully patted your back. “You know, you should pull Hermie-boy in for a little dance. Just look at him.”

“Why would I- what?” you asked.

“You’re not subtle. I know you want to go down that slip-n-slide,” she barked.

“You did not just- ” you laughed, “Malevola!”

“Come on, just do it. I’m bored,” she shrugged.

You considered it for a moment, then ultimately decided to.

“Fine. Fuck it. I’ll ask him to dance,” you announced.

Your heart pounded in your chest. You did actually find him quite attractive, endearing in his own way. He was the nicest member of the Z-Team, and well, he wasn’t a villain. You had a soft spot for him.

You inched closer to Herm. “Hey, Herm. Want to dance?” you said, trying to sound confident, although your voice faded out towards the end.

Fake it until you make it.

You weren’t the most charismatic of the group, but when you were sure about something, you got it done. You always found it easier to break other people out of their shells than your own.

“Huh? M-me?” Herm replied awkwardly, his gloved hands twitching around his beer. It was still three-quarters full, he’d been nursing it all night. Not a beer fan. Noted.

“Yes, you.” You rolled your eyes jokingly, waiting for him to reply.

“I-I’m not much of a d-dancer,” Herm stammered.

“Neither am I. But hey, we’re among friends… or co-workers.” You shrugged. “Follow my lead.”

You grabbed his gloved hands.

“O-oh wow, you- ” he stammered. “But- I’ll get you all mois- wet.” He added, mortified.

“I don’t mind. Plus, it’s kind of hot in here. Robert should crack open a damned window,” you smirked.

Herm nodded and grasped your hands tighter, following your lead. You swung your interlocked hands side to side, moving your hips to the beat.

Prism caught your eye with a look that said, I see you. She smirked.

Your heart skipped a beat. You actually did it- asked him to dance. You even surprised yourself with your insistence to grab his hands. It all felt like a blur.

An upbeat song started, and you threw your arms into the air. Waterboy hesitated, then started to join in. You wondered if it would be too much to put your arms around his shoulders. Surely, this was an HR violation, but Robert had done like multiple of those by now.

“See? It’s not so bad, is it?” you asked, slowly bringing your arms to rest on Herm’s tall frame.

You looked up at him, your neck craning to meet his gaze. Herm blushed furiously, water dripping down his nose. His blue eyes, usually hidden behind goggles, caught the light. Pretty.

“No, not at all! Awesome, really!” he exclaimed, maybe a little too excited.

You noticed his arms hanging awkwardly at his sides, unsure where to go.

You smirked knowingly and guided one of his hands to your waist. “Don’t be shy,” you said.

Herm nervously brought his other hand around your waist. You could feel the heat of his large hands through the gloves, easily spanning your waist.

You reeled at the thought of him doing that without gloves.

You kept moving together, switching the tempo with the music. Then you asked, “So Herm, what do you think of the Z-Team?”

(You wanted to say what do you think of me.)

He looked down at you. “Everyone’s been so gre—amazing. Ro-rough start, but… yeah. Good.”

You laughed under your breath. “Good’s a low bar.”

“Y-yeah, but you make it- uh- better,” Herm blurted before he could stop himself.

You blinked. “What?”

“The team! You make the team better,” he corrected quickly, face burning red.

You bit your lip to hide your smile. “Right. The team.”

“You’ve come a long way, Waterboy,” you said, smiling. You meant it wholeheartedly.

“And… well, you make the team better as well.”

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Hey!!

I saw your water boy requests and as someone who has literally consumed all the water boy fics on this app (and am craving more) could I pretty please get a coworkers to friends to flirting/something more fox where he confesses to reader when reader is hurt on a mission? Female reader or gender neutral, whichever works for you!

I read your water boy fic and I loved it and would be extra delighted if you would make another! Keep up the great work we appreciate you 🩷

CONFESS

waterboy x reader I hope you like it!!!! Thank you so much for the kind words <3 Enjoy! (Working on more requests! This is the most i've written ever)

When you first sent in that last-resort application to SDN, you didn’t expect anything back. So when the email arrived, an invitation to interview as a new hero, you literally jumped for joy. After weeks of dead end job searches, finally something felt like it was turning around.

You of course, have powers, but you were applying to normie jobs because you thought that working at a big company like SDN was too intimidating, and too much pressure.

It has been 4 months since you started there, and ever since then, you wished you started sooner. At first, you were a bit thrown off because they threw you on a team with ex-villains, known as the Z-team, but you quickly warmed up to them.

You joined around the same time Waterboy was recruited. He’d been a janitor at first, in which you picked up on when he kept volunteering for water-related problems.

And out of all of them, you felt the most comfortable around him, and even became friends. You just clicked.

It happened when you’d heard an odd sound coming out from the janitor's closet, and to your surprise, Waterboy was sitting there sadly biting into a slice of melon crammed into a bucket.

The rest of the team’s teasing had got to him, and you sensed he needed a friendly face. One that wouldn’t call him “wet fart boy” or smack a box of noodles into his face over a misunderstanding.

And ever since then, you became friends. Albeit, maybe too quickly. You’d invited him over to your house a few times, to play some video games and teach him about Dungeons and Dragons (which he had mentioned he was interested in).

And unlike the others, you treated him like a person. Not some awkward newbie hero that needed to be coddled. You could relate after all, being a newbie hero yourself.

You started speaking up for him. You were a loyal friend, and he was one back. He’d even spurted water at Flambae when he had threatened to set you on fire. He’d come and bring you a box of your favourite donuts in a soggy box on your break.

You found it sweet, and sometimes found yourself smiling stupidly after talking to him. But of course, you’d never tell him that. You’d never tell him that his awkwardness is secretly endearing. You’d never tell him that his face was the most attractive mix of features you’ve ever seen. You are co-workers, friends. Nothing more. Although you repressed the feelings that kept crawling to the surface.

Sometimes though, they did claw their way through. Last week you had accidentally made a joke that involved using the word “wet”. To be fair, you only half meant it. Waterboy’s cheeks got so flushed, you got a little concerned.

Another time, you both were making coffees and his hand brushed against yours. He had apologized for some reason, and you blurted out “I don’t mind at all.”

And that leads you to now.

Robert dispatched the two of you to go after some goons after a report of a break in at an old water treatment plant.

You and Waterboy eagerly headed your way there, to see that it was already halfway flooded.

“O-oh, that's a.. Lot of-” Waterboy paused.

“I guess this isn’t the best time to tell you I’m not a strong swimmer?” you said, glancing around nervously.

Water sloshes around his shoes as he turns toward you slowly, horrified.

“Y-you’re- you’re what? We’re-this is all water!” he panicked.

“You seriously can’t fucking swim?” Robert sighs over the headset, leaning against his chair.

“I said I'm not a STRONG swimmer, Robert.” you shot back. He sighed again.

You caught some strange movement in your peripheral vision, and snapped your head around quickly.

“There! There’s one of the guys” you whispered sharply towards Waterboy.

Waterboy’s head snapped in the direction you pointed, goggles already halfway falling down from how fast he moved his head.

“Wh-where? I don’t- I don’t see- oh. OH.”

A shadow splashed through the deeper water ahead, darting between the half-submerged machinery. The whole plant groaned around you, steel pipes creaked under pressure, the floor vibrating faintly beneath your feet.

Robert crackled in your ear again. “Alright. Standard takedown. Don’t let them reach the control valves. If they open those, we’re dealing with a city-wide flood.”

You swallowed. “Oh good. No pressure.” It felt like the big red button in your head had been pressed, and it was blaring loudly. You both needed to do what you had to do and get the hell out of there.

Waterboy’s breathing was already picking up, shallow and panicky like he’d forgotten how air worked. “We-we should follow them,” he said, clenching his fists. The water level surged around your thighs, the tide swooshing you a little more aggressively than you thought.

You stepped forward carefully, inching as quickly as the water would let you.

Then something creaked above you. Metal groaned. A pipe hissed.

And then shit hit the fan. Or rather, hit you.

Before you could even register the sound, a MASSIVE burst of water exploded from the overhead pipeline, slamming straight into you with the force of a speeding truck.

Your feet flew out from under you. You couldn’t even react.

Waterboy yelled out for you in a panicked voice. He couldn’t even see you. One minute you were beside him, and the other you were pulled somewhere under the current.

You disappear under the surface, sucked down by the current and the swirling debris. Waterboy immediately flings himself in after you like a panicked golden retriever jumping into a pool. He was Waterboy after all. It was hard for him to see underwater even with his goggles on, as the water was basically cleaning the dirty floor as it continued to flood.

A few minutes pass, and Waterboy is still searching for a sign of you, any sign that you were still there.

Some water had gotten into your lungs, you kicked, you tried to bring yourself up to the surface but with no success. Your chest was on fire, you felt your limbs growing weaker. This can’t be how you die. No, you can’t die, not like this.

Then hands.

Arms wrapped around you so tightly it knocked what little air you had left out of your chest. A familiar voice filled your ears, muffled, distorted and panicked.

Waterboy. Thank the heavens. Thank whoever the hell listened.

He latched onto you with a tight grip desperately, as he tried to haul you upward. You felt him struggle a bit and fight against the current.

The two of you broke the surface in a violent splash. Waterboy dragged you out of the old water plant, forgetting about the delinquents inside. They didn’t matter. What mattered was that you were okay, and that you were safe.

He placed you down gently on the ground and knelt before you, panting loudly.

“Please-no! Wake- wake up!” he shouted frantically, shaking you by your shoulders. He took off one of his gloves and placed his finger to your pulse point, to see if you were still breathing. Nothing.

He shook you again, more desperately this time, his voice breaking. “Please, please, please” he mumbled.

Thrum thrum thrum

You finally sucked in a shaky breath of air, coughing harshly.

Air stabbed into your lungs in a ragged gasp like you’d just tried smelling salts. Water spilled from your mouth, your chest heaving. Your vision blurred, and then went straight into focus, and you could see him right in front of you, his blue eyes blown wide with terror.

“H-Herm…” you wheezed. “What the hell happened,” you said weakly, followed by an aggressive cough as more water came out from your lungs.

He didn’t answer. His brain was processing that you were actually okay. You weren’t dead.

“You’re okay- oh my god…- I was so worried- oh my god,” he panicked.

“I… I’m fine,” you croaked, and attempted to muster up a small smile.

His voice was thin and trembling. “You weren’t breathing for a second there. I thought- I thought you were- you know-” His throat closed around the word.

The hands that were still on your shoulders pulled you closer.

“Herm,” you whispered softly. Both of your adrenaline was through the roof.

“I’m so glad you’re-you’re okay,” he said, voice cracking completely.

Waterboy sucked in a quick breath of air, his heart still pounding out of his chest.

“Only because of you. Thank you for saving me back there”. You expressed gratefully, and then, you pulled him in for a hug.

Waterboy stiffened, then immediately melted into the hug, cupping the back of your head.

“Of-of course!, I… I care about you a lot-lot. More than- more than coworkers do. Or friends. Or- I mean friends DO care, but not like not like THIS-” he rambled. “Umm-maybe this- not the right time- sorry, yeah.” he continued, mentally punching himself.

“I like you too,” you smirked knowingly.

Waterboy froze.

For a beat, he just stared at you, eyes wide, breath caught somewhere in his chest, like he was dreaming. He has to be dreaming right now.

“You… do?” he whispered.

You leaned closer, fingers gently curling into the front of his suit. His breath stuttered when you pulled him just slightly toward you.

“I do,” you murmured.

His hand brushed yours. Yours hooked lightly into his suit. You leaned in just an inch. He leaned in an inch more.

That was all it took.

You don’t remember who leaned in first. Suddenly, your lips were against each other's, kissing softly. His thumb brushing your cheek as he let out a shaky exhale against your lips. Although he clearly lacked some experience in that department, it didn’t matter, it felt right. It felt genuine. It felt real.

You’d had a fair share of kisses, but none like this- no not at all. It felt like a pipe bursting, the dam coming down, your shared feelings intertwined. Everything disappeared around you, and you forgot you literally almost died for a second.

Your lips slowly left eachothers, and you gazed into eachothers eyes.

“Do- do we do it again? Or- is that like- too soon- I don’t know how this works-I’m new- I should shut up-” he rambled on nervously, still flushed from the kiss.

You cut him off with another kiss, and you felt him smile into it.

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TO THE EDGE

Based on a request 👀 here’s my menace!reader x Waterboy fic. Didn't expect it to be this long, frankly, but I am a bit of a yapper. ALSO NSFW!!!! (can be more nsfw I can attempt to write that in the future pt 2? If you want?!? also getting to the other requests, I saw them)

A beat of silence passed in the conference room, all of the Z-team sat around the table, some in anticipation, and some just straight up angry. They had exponentially fucked each other up and sabotaged each other on the last missions when they’d heard of someone getting cut. Robert was fuming. How immature could they possibly be?

Of course, you weren’t innocent. You did it for the love of the game, you’d purposely set off a set of traps on Invisigal… and well, then Flambae. But Flambae was on the same level as petty as you, so of course he did the same back. That’s when you heard Robert say “Cut the shit! Everyone to the office now.”

You just shrugged. Spoil-sport that man is.

And then before you knew it, you were seated directly across from Robert, shooting him dastardly looks from across the table. It wasn’t going to do anything at this point though, as Coupe and Sonar’s names had already dropped like an elevator to the bottom.

And in your opinion, they shouldn’t have been the ones up to be cut. Why not cut someone weaker? Surely Coupe and Sonar were more powerful than Golem or Punch-Up.

It ended with Coupe being cut. Frankly, you were a little relieved, maybe miracles did exist.

______

A few days of chaotic missions and complaints from the Z-team went on. More missions were being failed. Coupe’s vacant spot had to be filled, and quickly. You could tell Sonar was grateful and maybe even a little surprised Robert had kept him on the team, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a little guilty deep down.

You were bringing your barely nutritious bag of chips into the conference room for a quick briefing, when Robert walked in the room with…. The janitor? Did someone spill something?

“Team, this is Waterboy, new member of the Z-team. Be nice.” Robert announced, looking directly at you. Is that a challenge? Because I’ll gladly fail it.

“No fucking way!” Malevola and Prism bursted out laughing.

Waterboy fidgeted with his hands, sweating bullets.

“Oh look, he’s wet himself.” you smirked, popping a chip into your mouth.

“No- my powers make me, well- moist.” he said in a depreciating tone.

“So you’re wetfart boy?” Flambae added, glancing at Prism, and after a pause, they laughed again.

“That’s not- i’m not!. Strok- Stoked to- be.. Here.. Yeah.” he stuttered, looking mortified.

And boy, did you love it. Nothing made you happier than seeing a weakling look like they were going to shit themselves.

“Guys, cut it out.” Robert said sternly, clasping Waterboy's hunched shoulder. “Don’t mind them, kid.”

_____

It’s like Robert had purposely wanted to sabotage your missions. He kept dispatching Waterboy on nearly every mission you went on, and you knew it was on purpose.

Some missions were okay, but could’ve been great if Waterboy would just stop fucking up constantly.

For months, it felt like every time you turned around, there he was, tripping over cables, spewing water on everything (and literally your new jacket), or apologizing so hard you swore his blood vessels would burst. And every single time he screwed up, you had something to say about it.

Of course you did. You didn’t have time for pathetic wannabe heroes.

But this day, you snapped harder than you ever have. The build-up of his fuckups had been taking a toll on you. You’ve had enough.

You shove open the door to Robert’s office. “YOU.” you growl.

“What?” Robert yawned.

“Stop sending fucking Waterslide on MY missions. He’s fucking useless.” you raised your voice.

“Fucking chill. He’s still learning.” Robert said sternly, leaning forward with his hands on the desk.

“Learning and not KNOWING, gets you killed, BERT.” you snarled. “Fix this bullshit.” you get the last word in, and slam the door shut.

Was that a bit harsh? Maybe, but it was what you felt, and that was validating you enough. It was simple.

“For FUCKSAKE!” you huff, walking determined to the breakroom.

And oh, was Waterboy in the wrong place at the wrong time.

His lithe body hunched over, savoring a green melon. He craned his head up, and quickly looked away. You almost pitied the fear in his eyes. Key word, almost. You were too angry to care.

You stopped in front of him. “You know, I just had a VERY nice chat with Robert.” you lead with.

“O-oh? What about?” he asked, inching away from you, his hand now limply holding his melon slice.

You slammed your fists on the table. “About exactly WHY he keeps sending you on missions with me.

“I-” he tried.

“And the stuttering? The tripping? The way every step you take sounds like someone squeezing a moldy sponge that they should just fucking throw out? You’re a pathetic wet dog, barely house-trained, and Robert keeps forcing me to take you on walks.” you continue, glaring angrily at him. “Robert might think this is a cute little mentorship arc but I’m done. DONE!”

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. He set his half-eaten melon slice on the counter, jaw clenched so hard you thought it would break off.

“Call me that again.” he said sternly, and without a stutter or a falter. He stepped closer to you, his tall frame towering over you.

“Go on,” he says, “Say ‘pathetic wet dog’ one more time. I dare you.” he waits.

But nothing comes out of your mouth. For the first time in your life, you are truly at a loss for words. He was no longer looking scared of you, he was looking DONE with you.

And the worst part? Your heart was doing flips. But fuck no, you weren’t going to back down. You fucking went for it, of course you did.

“Pathetic. Wet. Dog.” you said firmly, smirking.

“You-” he paused. “Fuck. YOU!” he snarled. Before you could process that he’d actually swore at you, the breakroom table was sent flying across the room.

Then all of the sudden, you were pushed up against the wall, both of his arms caging you in. You felt heat pooling somewhere you hadn’t expected.

You think this is funny?” he whispered, voice shaking with adrenaline. “You think you can keep pushing me and pushing me and I’m just going to stay quiet?”

You tried to smirk, tried to say something cutting, but your voice caught in your throat.

He noticed it. “Oh,” he exhaled sharply. “Not so mouthy now, huh? Finally shut the FUCK up?” He inched closer.

Your cheeks burned furiously. Your body fucking betraying you ruthlessly.

“Is this what you wanted? A reaction out of me?” he pressed on.

“I-” you froze. What the fuck is happening? It felt like all of the air had been punched out of your lungs, and you had lungs of steel.

“Well you fucking got one, congratulations,” he barked- then suddenly, his hand shot up and grabbed your jaw, forcing your face to be head on with his. Your knees buckled.

His face inched closer and closer to yours, and you felt his breath hot against your slightly parted lips.

“You push and push and push…” he whispered, jaw tenseing, “And then the second I finally push back-”

His lips slammed onto yours. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t innocent. It was fucking rough and dirty. You gasped against his lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth.

Your mind went blank, replaced only with thoughts of his lips all over you. He gripped your hips and pushed you even harder against the cold wall. You didn’t care, you were fucking reeling in it. You were going to enjoy this.

Your hand shot up without thinking, fisting the front of his wetsuit and and roughly tugging him even closer. It was cute, really, his little display of power. Your adrenaline was at an all time high.

However, he didn’t let that slide, not this time. One of his hands slid down your torso, and then lower.

He looked up at you with a look on his face, asking for permission, which you gave into too quickly.

The rest happened fast, too fast to think, too fast to breathe, too fast to even process.

But it happened, against the damned vending machine. It was messy, and loud.

And you’d hoped Robert heard it just to spite him.

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Should I write some more Waterboy fics? Any requests? I’ll try my best

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Same guy btw

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