summary: Herman has a full bladder during a blowjob and needs your encouragement to just let go and piss all over you (◔‿◔)
kinks: piss kink (sorry not sorry.)
word count: ≈ 1k
"Wait, y/n..." Herman interrupts their blowjob by gently pushing their head off his cock, his gloved hands softly tugging at their hair. His hands are so gently, as if afraid of hurting them in any way.
They follow his pull and free his cock from their mouth. His hard length is coated all over with spit, while small drops of pre-cum form on his cock head before slowly leaking down onto the ground.
"What's wrong?" they ask with confusion, as they look up at his face for any signs of discomfort or anything else that could cause his need for a break. Although Herman doesn't seem to be uncomfortable, in fact his flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes are a hint of his pleasure and desire. Which only confuses them more.
"Nothing, I just- I need to use the restroom." he finally answered, clearing the confusion. Herman seems to be a bit restless, they realize now. His hips squirming slightly from side to side, with his legs also not staying still in one place.
"Isn't it like...pure water anyway?" their gaze shifts down to Herman's cock, imagining what his urine would be like. It would make sense that, due to his powers, it would somehow affect his piss too. Maybe. They hope so, at least.
Herman, on the other hand though, seems to be mortified by the question. His eyes widen and he immediately blushes even redder on his cheeks.
"What? No! Well, yes...kinda?" his words are a mess (and so is he), thoughts running wild with implications of what they meant. "I mean...it's still urine. But with- with increased amount of water."
"You must piss like a racehorse then." they say their first though out loud, with a grin curling their lips upwards meanwhile Herman seems to push away the idea altogether and only squirms more in response.
"Why- Why do you care?" hermy asks quietly, as if the whole piss conversation is something entirety forbidden and tabu. His eyes look down at them, this time softer without the panic from before.
"I was just thinking...why go all the way to the toilet when you could just- you know, do it here?" Their hand reaches out to place their palm flat on his abdomen, giving an encouraging gentle press inwards.
"You- you can't be serious." He says, while shutting his eyes close to force himself NOT to piss right here and now. The pressure on his full bladder, thanks to them, is making it almost impossible. "You're joking and this...this is you're way of torturing me." he opens his eyes to meet theirs, his own desperate for release but still just a bit reluctant.
"No, I'm serious." they assure him, at the same time their palm presses even harder against his abdomen. To finally make Herman snap and just let go. "Just aim below my face, please." they add with a small smile on their face.
Due to his already wet body, the surroundings areas have been covered with plastic wraps. This was, even when hermy is a wet mess, the water won't wet any furniture. And also, this way his piss won't stain anything. So its all no problem, really.
Only Hermy needs to allow himself to let go now.
"Okay..." reaching for his cock, he makes sure to aim his tip away from their face and towards their chest.
For a small while, it's silent and nothing else happens. It's that annoying pause in the restroom when you're full but your body cannot relax yet to actually let go and urinate. Although this only seems to highten the new found tension for the couple.
"It's- it's coming now." he warns, expecting them to back out in the last second. But they don't. They stay rooted on the ground, on their knees. With their chest pushed out on purpose, for his piss stream. "Here it comes..." his last warning is a muffler whisper, before finally- a sudden and heavy stream of almost pure water squirts out from his split.
It's heavy and strong, the stream landing all around their chest and making their clothes cling to their skin. But they don't mind and allow hermy to do his business...
And business he does. His posture seems to relax as his bladder does so too. Not holding back anymore and letting go of the tension from holding back, his piss splatters in a very heavy stream against their out pushed chest.
"It's- it's a lot." Herman says quietly, as if that wasn't obvious. Part of him feels a bit guilty, but they wanted this, so he continues.
"Yeah, I can tell. You're a fucking faucet." their eyes watch his seemingly endless stream carefully now. It's clear his powers altered Herman's piss to be even more water than urine naturally is made out of. Its almost completely white in color, with just a hint of a yellowish undertone. Or maybe herm just drank too much.
It smells clean too, not clean in the traditional way but it doesn't have the usual strong, acidic smell of urine.
it's even so much, that their clothes are completely, soaking wet. With nowhere for his urine to cling and absorb to, it drops down onto the plastic wrap below them.
At first, small droplets only. The sound resembling the tick of a clock. Before it's soon overridden by a heavier stream leaking down- from their top to the plastic wrap, a puddle of watery piss forms between their bodies. A puddle that grows and grows, until finally, waterboy's stream slows down.
"Is it always this much?" their question breaks the comfortable silence in the room, meanwhile Herman's cock spurts out a last few drops before finishing it's business.
"...yes. Well- mostly." He responds with reddened cheeks and eyes that stare down at the puddle of his own piss. Right there, just in front of his feet and before their knees. The sight makes his half-hard cock grow into renewed arousal. The thought of having 'marked up' his partner- even as animalistic as it sounds- makes him quiver in delight.
So, guys. I'm back? kinda?
I was never gone to begin with but I've just had zero strength to do anything lately. Fanfiction was one of the least worries of mine, so to say...
BUT after several thoughts made, I came to the conclusion that I really do have a piss kink. Great, right?
Anyway, enjoy this. And if you're reading this, you're just as nasty as me ( ╹▽╹ )
Yesterday, I watched Avatar fire and ash and i feel so empty now that its over :(
I literally have been a fan since i was a little kid, the first movie came out when i was around 5 and now here we are - i am in my early 20s and was blessed with the third movie.
But what bothers me is how much i yearn for the way of na'vi. The movie obviously critices the greed of humans for resources, killing nature and colonization. Coming back from the movie, from a nature bonded and peaceful way of living to the real world, where capitalism and greed thrives was heart wretching to me.
And i know that I - as an individual - can do small acts of kindness towards humans and nature. But lets be fr: as long as the goverment, rich people or large companies wont do shit - nothing big will change.
And i hate that fact.
I dont expect anyone to read this, kinda just needed to let this out of my system :(
summary: Herman is inexperienced and orgasms way too soon.
kinks: dry-humping & pre-ejaculation
word count: 749
You were aware he'd be inexperienced, the way he always shut himself out from the opportunities to meet people and get closer to them. In a way, you understand the need to hide oneself so nobody can hurt you. Or maybe so that you can't hurt yourself, by being a disappointment and failure. Whatever it is, you're just glad you got Herman to trust you enough to be vulnerable with each other.
He seems tense and the opposite of calm right now, with you straddled on his lap and your thighs bracketing his. Earlier, you'd zipped down his suit all the way, though he insisted on keeping it on. Now he lays half naked with his chest and torso bare beneath you, while your palms caress over his pale and freckled skin to soothe his nerves. You feel a bit naked compared to him, your own clothes thrown away somewhere, leaving you only in your bra and panties.
"Relax for once, we can take it as slow as you need." you try to assure him, but it does only a little to quiet his frightened mind. His chest gently heavies under your palms with each deep breath he takes and his eyes, partially hidden beneath his fogged up googles stare into yours, wide and unsure. "I-I...yeah, slow. Slow is good." he response quietly, his voice a bit shaky but otherwise contend. Even in his nervous state, he appears to be thrilled at having you on top of him.
"You- you should know-" he was about to trail off before a hesitant grind of your hips on top of him made him gasp in overwhelming pleasure. You can feel the bulge pressing against your clothed pussy and you really need that friction by how turned on you are. "Sorry, Hermy. But you're not the only one who's horny." you excuse yourself with a grin on your face, your own cheeks matching his red ones.
You move your hips in slow and gentle grinding on top of him, rubbing yourself over his bulge eagerly. The fabric of your panties cling to your folds, from the wetness that's caused by your arousal. And Herman can feel that too, his cock throbs in response under his suit.
"Wait- You don't get it-" his hands, until now so hesitant to even touch you the slightest, reach out to grip you by your waist. Not really stopping you but also not encouraging you, just to hold onto you for dear life. Before you can tease him further, his grip on your waist tightens and his own hips grind upwards to meet yours. "Close- I'm so close, I'm sorry!" he whines with shame, at the same time his hips never falters and neither does yours.
"It's okay, I don't mind." you assure him with a breathless voice, while holding onto his chest with your palms sprawled out over his skin and matching the rhythm of his hips.
"Come on, let go already..." you mumble towards him with want, and that's what makes him explode. His wet hands, wetter than usual due to your activity, grip strongly on your waist, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he ruts his stuttering hips against you like a man possessed. The googles on his face are fogged up completely, and while he seems to spill himself into his boxers (and herosuit), you reach out to pull them off his head. His half lidded and dazed eyes meeting yours.
"Oh yeah, that was- that was so good." he falls limp onto the waterproof-plastic wrapped bed, his chest rising and falling to catch his breath. You stare at him with a soft grin on your face, amusingly taking in his flushed cheeks and goofy grin on his lips.
"Easy for you to say, I didn't reach my orgasm." at those words, his grin slowly fades away. His gaze turning into guilt. "Sorry...I didn't mean to- I'm sorry, I-" he tries to explain himself, but you stop him with a gentle press of your lips against his, not even giving him a chance to spill his insecure thoughts out loud. "I wasn't trying to make you fell guilty, hermy." you assure him with a gentle whisper against his lips, before pressing another lovely kiss on the corner of his mouth.
His hands on your waist relax and brush down to your thighs, giving a gentle squeeze of affection. At your soothing words, his eyes flutter closed and his tense eyebrows relax.
Part 1 is here, although this can be read separately on its own. Next part will be smut hehe (◠‿・)—☆
I'm gonna use bold for speech now, I feel like it's easier for the eyes 👀
Ever since you two met last time during evening hours, you two grew into some kind of gym buddies. Always late in the evening, to have the gym to yourself. Sometimes a few others would ruin your privacy, but overall it became your secluded spot.
Her as the coach, your personal trainer with you as the subject of her teachings. Obviously, a muscled woman like her knows a thing or two about the gym.
"Keep your feet straight." Malevola corrects your stance from behind you, her strong hands holding onto each side of your softer hips. She's standing right behind you- almost no air left between your two bodies, while she is helping you out during your first time using a bigger barbell.
Well, you only use the pole, it's own weight is enough for a beginner like you. And even with no added extra weight, it is almost too heavy for you, your legs are already trembling slightly to hold the extra weight of the bar against your shoulders.
At her correction, you shift your feet which we're pointing outwards, to point straight forward. "I don't think I'm ready, maybe the dumbbell will do?" you mumble a bit nervous, not really trusting your body to handle this- but you do trust her though.
"Struggle is part of the progress." it's clear she's against the idea of backing down from this, she is more eager than you to have you achieve this. Which is kinda cute, how she seems to care for your goals. "I'm right here if you need me." she whispers against your ear, her voice so warm and soft caresses your skin. You can feel the hair on the back of your neck sticking up.
"If I break any bones, I'll blame it all on you." you warn her playfully, although your tone hints at insecurity for your ability to handle the new workout.
"A literal half-demon is behind you." she assures you with that quiet chuckle that always makes you feel giddy inside. "I could lift you and the pole with one hand, nothing can happen to you." as if to remind you of her inhuman strength, her sprawled out hands on your hips give a subtle squeeze. Anywhere near your midriff is usually a no-go zone, your softer flesh is something you didn't want anyone to notice this closely. But with Malevola...it's different. Your nervousness lingers deep in the back of your head, but this time with her hands on you, warmth and fondness bloom in your chest.
"You're right..." you turn your head to the side, to look at her from over your shoulder. Your eyes staring into her intimating yet comforting yellow orbs. "...nothing can go wrong with a demon behind me." you take a deep breath, to steady yourself for the upcoming work out session.
"Half-demon." she scolds you with a roll of her eyes, something she had to so too often for her taste.
Meanwhile in the conference room, the other members of the z-team sit around the table, while Robert seems to notice Malevola's absence.
"She has the power to create portals, but is also somehow the one who's late." he sighs heavily in disappointment and annoyance, his tired expression is that of a man who doesn't get paid enough for this.
the whole team only groans in response, irritated at the idea that they need to sit still in a board room only for Robert to complain, while they could be out doing anything else.
Only waterboy seems to be tense. He always is, but this time he sits too straight on his chair, his hands grip the spandex material of his suit on his lap and his face seems to be wetter than usual.
The poor guy notices Roberts stare and immediately loses his nerves
"They-No, I mean...she! is definitely not...uh- she's just late! something, I think, very important came up? probably!?" he mutters too fast, word after word spilling out of his lips. He knows something and he's a terrible liar.
"You know what? I won't ask." Robert drops the issue, too exhausted to deal with one missing member. "Alright, let's get started then..."
Back to the gym, let's just say Malevola used her intimating presence and Herman's easily frightened soul to her advantage.
The gym, usually busy during these hours is surprisingly empty with only you and her. That isn't a coincidence. Malevola forced asked waterboy to put up a fake 'in maintenance' sign right at the door of the gym. His wetness and small puddles he left behind, Malevola totally didn't threaten him to do so, was a small little detail to make the sign seem real.
since he works as the janitor and sometimes jumps in as a hero when staff is busy, he has the keys to the janitor's closet. Easy.
Away from prying eyes and third wheelers, your usual gym session grew to a more intimate setting. With only Malevola's tall presence right behind you, while you're slowly doing a squad down onto your knees with the pole on your shoulders. Trusting her to make sure nothing happens.
"Back straight, don't arch." she corrects your stance, her palm pressing onto your lower back to fix your bad posture, while you stay in the squad position and listen to her advice. "...yet." she carries on, although you cannot see her face right now, you can hear her mischief grin from her voice.
"Now, up with you." you can feel her hands hovering against each side of your waist, the closeness is enough that you can feel her warmth seeping onto you.
"My thighs are burning already." you manage to say with your strained voice. At the same time, you slowly rise to stand up straight again, the pole on your shoulders- even if not too heavy, feels like too much for your unused body. Your hands grip hard around the metal and your legs tremble slightly from being overwhelmed. You're not used to something like this at all. And she notices, of course.
"Means you're doing it right." you hear her say, although she still grabs the pole with just one hand and easily lifts it off of your grip, easing the pressure from your shoulders and legs. "Next time, you'll do two squads." a soft thud fills the otherwise silent gym, when she puts the bar back into its original place.
"Don't you have a meeting or something?" you recall how she'd mention one before the whole workout here. But the more you get to spend time with her, you know she doesn't really care about formalities.
"Yeah, I do." she shrugs before crossing her arms over her chest, just staring at you. You stare back, expecting her to take the initiative to make a move and join the meeting, to which she's already late. It's an awkward stare between you two before you realize that she doesn't even seem to get your hint, so you shake your head in disappointment. "Go." you say, and off she is.
Creating a portal right behind her, she makes her way through with a heavy and exaggerated groan. Her usual charming and tall frame curled inwards in annoyance and reluctant to join the other members of the z-team on the table. Such a drama queen...
"So, as I was saying-" Robert is cut off when he spots Malevola entering the room from the corner, through her portal. The others follow his gaze and turn their heads to look at her.
"Waterboy, you can take the signs off." she says and that makes Herman's eyes widen. He didn't plan that she'd just reveal it for the whole team.
"Uh- What do you- I mean, why-..." he gives up and sights, before nodding in defeat and slowly making his towards the door. His steps are small and dragging against the floor. "I'll be back..." he mumbles to Robert, who only watches him go with confusion.
"Can't all of you stay in this room together for once? Just for one meeting, that's all I'm asking." he complains now, though Flambae chimes in with a "Who cares that wetfartboy is gone? just keep going and get this over with."
With Malevola gone, you gather your backpack and your water bottle to leave the gym. Right when you step through the door, waterboy's startled frame towers over you.
"Thanks for the help." you smile up at him, patting his shoulder in a friendly and grateful manner. "No worries- problem. I didn't have- I barely had a choice..." he mumbles quietly while cleaning the wet puddles he left on the floor with a mop.
You need to have a word with Malevola sometime, to not threaten Herman again like this. You're pretty sure that if you'd asked nice enough, he would have helped out anyway. But she just doesn't seem to do nice when it's about something she wants.
...because muscle mommy x chubby will always be one of my fav tropes (self insert much?)
This part is kinda boring because it's the first meeting, I kinda needed a reason to introduce malevola and the reader into a gym setting, you'll see why in the next parts when it's semi-nsfw/nsfw (◔‿◔)
Ugh, she's so fine. Just look at her (๑♡⌓♡๑)
The office at the SDN building seems to be almost empty, with many employees already gone home for the night.
You seem to be one of the few dispatchers who stayed late. Well, to be precise, it's only you and Robert here in this dark office. Ever since Chase got Blonde blazers amulet and works as a hero, you took his computer right next to Robert for the time being.
It's not like you don't have your own desk, it's in the row in front of Robert- usually. But since Chase isn't active as a dispatcher anymore, why not stay close to your buddy?
"Why are you still here?" you ask Robert while looking at him over the thin wall separating your desk from his, with your elbow resting on top.
"I don't have anywhere else to be." he responds in his usual monotone voice, his tired and baggy eyes staring up at you.
"That's fair." you walk over the separating wall to kneel down and give Beef gentle little pats on his head. He enjoys your attention and plops down onto his side, offering you his round belly. Of course you accept the offer gratefully and give him tummy scrubs.
"What about you?" Robert asks in return, with his lips curling up into a faint smile at the sight of his dog. You simply answer back with his own response: "I don't have anywhere else to be."
Beef rolls out his tongue, seemingly in heaven at your gentle attention. But you have places to be, so you reluctantly pull back.
"I'm heading to the gym." being a SDN dispatcher has its perks, like a free gym in the building anyone employed can use. You grab your backpack and throw it around your shoulders.
"Working on that summer bod?" Roberts scoffs in amusement, which makes you throw a crumbled up paper at him- which he catches in the air, that was laying useless on your desk.
"I already have a summer bod, just trying to level up a bit." you wave him off while making your way towards the gym. At this hour, nobody else would be using it, right?
Wrong. As soon as you walk closer to the door, you can hear the usual sounds of someone using the machines.
Great, here you thought you'd have the whole gym to yourself. It's always calmer and easier to have no prying eyes staring or judging...
Your legs stand still right in front of the door and you only stare for a while, complementing the pros and cons of facing your boundaries to work out with someone else present or just going home. It was a habit to come over here and work out late in the evening, until now nobody was here at the same time as you.
Gathering your strength, you choose the latter, because somehow a person has to grow , right? It always starts in small steps like this.
please don't look at me, please don't look at me, please don't look at me goes through your mind as you slowly push the doors open. Your eyes need a second to adjust to the lighter environment compared to the office, before you catch a taller silhouette in red using the pullup bar.
It's one of the heroes (used to be villains) from Robert's team. The z-team? or something, you've only heard some things from Robert when you two had a break and gossiped.
The taller woman doesn't seem to acknowledge you at first, focusing on pulling herself upwards and then downwards with ease, as if she weighed nothing.
Your eyes can only stare in awe at how her muscles in her arms- especially her biceps flex with each slow and controlled pull up. It's obvious she's fit, not just because of her muscles but also at her calm workout. She has a lot of body control that makes you feel just a bit jealous. You feel out of place now.
But you don't let your negativity get the best of you and walk into the gym, your feet already taking you to the Treadmill. Since your focus is losing weight, putting on muscles isn't really in your program. For the time being, at least.
You shoot a few quick and (not so) subtle glances towards the women, feeling a bit uneasy with a nonchalant giantess acting as if you don't exist, but at the same time it's what your anxious mind wanted. To be in your own space without prying eyes.
So, you place your backpack against the wall and take off the first layer of clothes. It's colder outside these days, so whenever you plan on going to the gym, you wear your gym-wear underneath the actual clothes. Stripping off of your jeans and sweater, you're finally ready!
Now in your tight leggings and sports jacket that hug your softer curves (you decide to ignore your insecure thoughts for now...), you start the treadmill on a low setting, a slow jog, to warm up.
For the whole time, even when you look straight ahead of you as you walk, you cannot ignore the feeling of the only women- aside from you, glaring into your soul. Or rather your running body.
You dare a side glance at the tall woman and notice how her tail sways left and right in slow and gentle rhythm, something so opposite to her rather intimating appearance. It's kinda cute.
That's when she finally meets your gaze too, her eyes have no pupils but you can still feel her heavy gaze on you.
Although she doesn't seem mad, a faint shiver runs down your spine. Because what if you just angered her?
Your thoughts are proofed wrong when she just seems to...observe you. With surprisingly curious eyes, instead of annoyed or angry. At the same time, she does one last pull up before her feet meet the ground with a soft thud.
"It's rude to stare." she breaks the silence between you two, while leaning against the machine with her arms crossed over her chest. Her voice indicates no sign of anger but she does seem annoyed.
"I didn't...mean to." your voice is a bit breathless, your warming up luckily is efficient, preparing your body slowly into the mood for a more intense cardio soon. "...you've been staring at me the whole time??" you add, your brows furrowed in frustration as the devil- or whoever she is, puts the blame on you.
This brings out a dismissive scoff from her lips, with her hand simultaneously reaching out for a 40kg dumbbell. "Really? That's all you have to say after eyeing me up?" This time the tone of her voice suggests... curiosity? Interest? whatever it is, you don't dare think too much of it and just continue your jog.
"I wasn't eyeing you up! I'm trying to workout here..." you defend yourself weakly. Your voice is not so sure as before, probably because she has a valid point. You were eyeing her up. Checking her out, mostly. Admiring her strength and muscles...it's a dream body far away for you.
"You should focus on running in intervals." her voice is controlled and not at all strained, even as she pulls up the heavy dumbbell for a biceps curl. With ease, again. Nobody asked for her advice but yet she just gives it out for free. Or perhaps your miserable self in the gym was a lost cause and she's trying to help your pathetic ass out.
"For what?" your finger presses the button on the treadmill to lower the speed, talking while jogging is getting you out of breath too fast. So switching to a faster walking pace, it is. This time, you can focus on admiring her tensing biceps too.
"To lose weight. Isn't that why you're here?" she assumes, and that assumption feels like a kick to your heart.
"So you're assuming that because of how I look?" Look at those horns of hers, being a devil suits her. Personality wise, at least. Your judgement is far stretched, but you feel personally attacked, it's only fair!
"...not in a judgmental way." she seats her tall frame down on the bench press seat. Her arm slowly curls upwards with the dumbbell, then holds the weight for a few seconds in the air before slowly releasing tension and easing back down.
All the while as she sits with her legs spread, elbow resting on her knee and her eyes locked against you.
"what are you? Satan? is that your power?" you're offended and it's obvious in your voice, defensive and shielding. Although your eyes are busy checking out her thighs, so full and strong- and her abs are so defined that the outline of her muscles are see-through even with her white tank top body covering most of her torso...
"Right now, I'm the little angel on your shoulder, trying to help a girl out." she appears to be amused by your offence. You can see the grin on her face while she puts the dumbbell down and walks over to you.
Right, an angel. All red and with horns. Makes sense. So rude for nothing- wait, is she coming over?! your judging thoughts turn to tension real quick, it's hard to read her intentions, especially since she used to be a literal villain. But she wouldn't just do something to you, right?? you hope so, at least.
Your dramatic and anxious mind was just plotting with the real deal, she simply came over to stand beside the treadmill you're on, like a trainer criticizing her students work. She even has the typical dad stance- her hands on her hips with her eyes following the movement of your feet.
"Ever heard of 'High-Intensity Interval Training'?" she asks you and doesn't even give you a chance to explain yourself. She simply reaches out to press the buttons on the treadmill, turning the speed all the way down to a simple walk pace.
"Hey, what are you-" she cuts you off right there, not even listening to you as she continues. Your feet have to follow the pace she set, which makes you able to catch your breath now, after the jog before.
"For beginners like you, you should focus on walking for a few minutes first." her hand pulls back from the buttons, now she walks around the treadmill and observes you. Your cheeks heat up at being given this much attention from someone, but as a lost cause in topics of gym and losing weight, you take any advice you can get. Even from demons.
For a few minutes, it falls silent and she just watches you as you walk on the low setting. Her eyes bore into every angle of you and usually you'd call anyone off who might come this close to you- maybe it's because of your insecurity of being seen, or the fact that this half-demon used to be a villain and you don't know her at all.
"Now that you're warmed up, a nice little jog." she nods towards the buttons, which makes your own hand reach out in response and follow her lead. "Not too fast. A comfortable jog." she adds and you nod along, increasing the speed enough that you're jogging now.
"This is supposed to be better than running?" your voice is slowly growing breathless, but you try to keep your breathing under control and measured. You read somewhere that breathing is just as important as the workout itself. Makes sense.
So, a bit motivated now thanks to a supposedly kind demon's help, you keep yourself upright and make steady, long strides on the moving treadmill. Your arms sway alongside the movement of your legs, trying to picture up a good stance for your new observer.
"Certainly." her arms cross and rest on the side of the treadmill, the pole where the runners can hold onto. "it's about how long you keep up, not the speed." her yellow orbs watch your every move like a hawk- probably to find anything to criticize you about. Maybe your form or breathing is off?
Although she does seem to be rather helpful here, she could also be looking out for you. So a girl's girl, huh?
when your starting to ever so slightly gasp for air, her finger once again presses the button. To switch the speed to the walking pace you had before. A feeling of gratitude swells up inside you, to have someone not judging your low stamina but helping and adjusting the workout to your beginner needs. "Do you get it now?" her voice asks expecting, a faint grin on her face. She probably enjoys being right. Well, who doesn't?
"Uh-huh." you hum thankfully, with this switch between slow walking and slightly jogging, even your unfit body can keep up. Her lesson makes sense, you were always trying to run as fast as you can and go all in without proper thoughts about what might be effective for you. "Thanks. You're nice, for a demon."
This makes her scoff in delight, before she corrects you with "half-demon.", while turning around to focus on her own work out. You don't know if it was on purpose or intentional, when her thin tail brushes ever so softly against your lower back, all the way from the base to the tapered tip, almost seductively.
You glance at her for a while- with wonder, hoping deep down that you'll encounter this half-demon more often at the gym, the beautiful view of her muscles are surely a motivation to keep going your own gym journey, using her stunning physique as inspiration and also just to admire her sweaty skin.
She meets your gaze and makes you turn your head away like a prey caught in bright lights, as she states: "You're staring again." however this time, you find yourself grinning back in return to yourself, even if slightly.
You took her advice to heart and increase the speed of the treadmill once you've cooled down and caught your breath. A pleased smile on your face, your feet jogging just a bit more confident than before.
Waterboy/Herm as your boyfriend part 3 (gender neutral, nsfw!)
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Part 1 & Part 2
I tried to keep up and post every single day but real life smacked me into the face and showed me its impossible.
I am in college and try to at least have decent grades so...yeah, y'all know why I won't be posting much (눈‸눈)
so the majority voted in favor for a Waterboy x my OC story...I will work out to finish creating my OC and all before actually writing. I want it to be very detailed! I'll share my progress with y'all, of course.
Anyway, during my way back home from uni I came up with a scenario hehehe ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
no proof read!! there might be errors, sorry in advance. Also, english isn't my first language.
!NSFW BELOW! (a bit slow burn-ish?? idk, it doesn't get straight to the point)
So, knowing how anxious waterboy is (he literally suffers from social anxiety, relatable) he probably wouldn't be much into PDA (Public Display of Affection)
But what if he really needs you while you're at work?
I can definitely see him dragging you to the janitor's closet to have some alone time with you..
You were ready to take a normal break, the usual after hours of sitting on a chair and staring at a computer screen.
Sometimes when you blink, you can see the teal colored map of L.A. in front of your eyes. Yeah, with that many hours you spend on that damn screen, no wonder it's imprinted in your eyes- or rather brain.
Who are you to complain though, you choose this job after all.
Sometimes it has its perks too, just like right now...
Right after when you mute your mic and put the headset down on your desk next to your belongings, your boyfriend taps on your shoulder.
"What's up?" spills from your lips automatically, you've grown used to the routines of having small shit chat with Herm during work.
"Come with- with me...please?" he utters so quietly you have to focus on hearing the whispered words mumbled out of his mouth.
"Where?" you ask in a very normal tone, which still seems too loud to gather attention from everyone, according to Herm.
"Not so loud, please!...it's- it's...private." his eyes dart nervously through the room, searching for anyone who might have listened (no one has and no one cares but you know how Herm is).
"...so where do you wanna go?" this time your own voice matches his quiet and careful tone, to not worry his nervous heart even further, why ever that might be....
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"I can't believe you." although your choice of words might be an understatement, considering the fact that you're currently giving sweet Hermy a Handjob in the dark and isolated janitors closet, they do represent the surprise and lingering arousal the situation has awoken in you.
He looks so cute after all, with his back resting against the wall, his thighs apart and shaking ever so slightly while the zipper of his yellow-blue suit is opened all the way down to offer a glimpse of his pale skin underneath. You're right next to him, leaning against the wall with your side and facing him as you satisfy your boyfriend's needs.
"I'm- I'm sorry...needed you." he mumbles with flushed cheeks, he knows it wasn't really convenient to drag you with him here just to satisfy his urges.
"It's okay, just keep your voice down." you assure him, at the same time your hand keeps stroking up and down his length, not too fast. Rather slow, with a bit of pressure. Savoring the moment for both you and him.
You heard the talks about how short or skinny guys pack the biggest, Hermy certainly fits the stereotype. His has average girth with an impressive length. If you would have to guess, it'd be rather longer than average. Maybe 7 to 7.5 inches?
Size aside, he seems to be very worked up too, by the amount of pre-cum that slowly beads up at his split and joins the purpose of natural lubrication as your stroking keeps going.
"Feels...good- so good" he whimpers quietly and strained but oh so sweetly, that silently you thank whatever god is up there to have brought you here.
His hips give subtle and hesitant thrusts upwards into your palm, growing more desperate for his pleasure as the seconds pass on.
One hand of yours matches the rhythm of his thrusts, stroking your palm downwards whenever he goes up with his hips. Your free hand reaches upwards to push his fogged up goggles off his eyes, to meet his gaze.
His eyes stare into yours, half closed and so beautiful. You can only stare back in response while your palm continues to pump his cock.
"Yeah? Does this feel good, baby?" you whisper quietly and sultry. The only other sounds in the room are his labored breath followed by whimpers and the lewd sound of your palm rubbing along his cock.
"Mm-hm...yes, so- so good" he doesn't know where to put his hands, desperately trying to grip the wall behind him with the flat of his gloved palms and failing miserably.
"You want me to suck you off?" you offer and already know the obvious answer. He wouldn't be one to refuse, especially right now considering how excited he is.
"You- You don't have to-
Ignoring his words, without wasting any seconds, you kneel down on the cold ground onto your knees, right in front of him.
"Oh, alright...why...why not?" a nervous and excited chuckle escapes him quietly, his head tilted down to stare at you, with his cock right above your face.
"Just stay quiet, don't make a scene now." you murmur in a warning, wouldn't want anyone to know what's going on here...
You focus your stroking hand on the base of his cock, at the same time your lips handle the rest of his length. Slowly and tenderly pressing your lips against his skin for gentle kisses, trailing them from the tip downwards the underside of his cock. You can feel it give slight twitches in response, so cute.
Also, his cock is just as affected by his powers as the rest of him...it's wet. Like as in, his skin is moist. You obviously cannot refuse and take a taste by dragging the flat of your tounge from base upwards his length until you stop at his tip.
Meanwhile Hermy on the other hand, is trying to stay silent as much as he can. Very quiet and strained little whimpers manage to escape even when he is holding back. But overall he's doing a great job.
Your hands hold onto his thighs, gripping his flesh tightly. Not too tight to hurt but enough to make his spandex suit crinkle underneath your palms.
"Y/n...I'm not...I can't hold back much longer" what seems to be a warning coming from him, is only spurring you on even more. Who wouldn't want to make their sweet boyfriend cum?
"Don't hold back, baby" you assure him with a softer voice, the tone doesn't match with your eager and desperate attention on his cock. So, to finally give him the much needed release, your lips wrap around the tip of his cock before you slowly take more and more into your mouth.
"Ah- Y/n!!" before you can even process what's going on, his gloved hands grip your hair to hold you still, while forcing his cock deeper down your throat as he thrusts his hips against your face. You moan around his cock at the sudden change of pace, it's a bit hard trying not to gag around him but you let him take his pleasure and allow him to keep going.
"I'm...I'm gonna-" his voice is cut off by a guttural moan, his hips grind against your face. That's when his body tense, his grip on your hair tightens and he finally cums.
Luckily, his cum is watery thanks to his power, so your throat can easily swallow down each spurt.
With each spurt of release, his cock pulses inside your throat. Your body reacts back in response- throat working overtime and contracting every single time to swallow every last drop.
"Sorry- I'm sorry..." he mumbles in guilt from handling you rather forcefully, his hands immediately let go of his grip after he seems to come down from his high.
You slip your mouth off his cock, your lips parted to catch your breath. His cock, now gone soft, glistens with your saliva in the dim light of the janitor's closet.
You look up to meet his flushed face, a faint smile curls up the ends of your lips while you take in the spend sight of your boyfriend.
something in the back of your mind tells you, that this is just the beginning for future small 'breaks' during work...
Waterboy/Herm as your boyfriend part 2 (gender neutral, sfw!)
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oh man, I am trying so hard to do those aesthetic masterlists and stuff, but I don't understand anything!! might take a while until I have figured out how to customize my profile :-|
This part is headcanons with a bit of scenarios too, like very short one shots. I am new to all this, I tried my best >.<
Anyway, this is part 2. First one is here.
Please take a second to vote, it's all the way down of this post.
Enjoy! (≧▽≦)
Waterboy would definitely always want to have some kind of physical contact with you, but his damn powers just come in the way.
But, as the understanding and green flag partner you are, as soon as you assure him that you don't mind getting a bit wet (in more ways than one), he slowly starts to feel comfortable with holding hands in public or his arm around your shoulder!
just make sure you really don't mind the damp clothes, he feels very guilty afterwards.
waterboy: "That's not- oh, I'm sorry."
y/n: "Its okay, it will dry."
I can see him being very attentive to you, be it at work or afterwards.
you assure him while squeezing your smaller hand around his larger one.
You managed to convince him to take off one of his gloves, for skin to skin contact. And of course it doesn't take long until his palm produces water and wets your own during the process.
But you couldn't care less, not when your sweet boyfriend is slowly and surely coming out of his shell without his usual anxious thoughts.
He seems to relax, after your assuring squeeze. He tightens his grip around your hand and you can feel his longer fingers wrapped around your own.
That's the way he shows he cares about you. And also, he just likes seeing your smile.
he'd be a great observer too, noticing your needs before you even voice them.
It was the usual, long day at SDN as a dispatcher. You are not one to complain, since you literally signed up for this job. But it still gets tiring sometimes, sitting on a chair for hours, speaking into a mic to heroes.
You shift on your chair, trying to find a more comfortable position because the long hours of sitting still are slowly showing its effect on you. That's when a small tap on your shoulder distracts you and makes you pull your headset down for a second.
the pillow is slightly wet from his hands, but you don't care. You smile up at him and gladly take the pillow, positioning it between your lower back and against the chair.
It's waterboy. He's standing there beside your chair with a caring smile on his face. And a pillow in his hands.
he stretches his arms out, to hand you the soft pillow, the TV screen he was cleaning right before this is still half wet. He came over to you as soon as he heard your chair creak from moving around too much.
"Get back to work, baby. Thank you." you assure him softly, with a gentle caress over his arm while you adjust your headset back onto your head.
Sooo guys, I am thinking about writing a longer story with waterboy x my OC (sorry, I would do reader insert but for a more complex story, I need to have a persona with powers and such defined yk...)
I just don't know if people would actually read it, so lemme try out the voting pool thing for the first time!
Waterboy/Herm as your boyfriend (gender neutral, sfw & nsfw below!)
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Alright, let's start with sfw! I have a lot of this, because I daydream almost all the time 🤓☝️
I tried to make it gender neutral! it's in second POV, but just so you know. I am a female and sometimes self-insert without really being aware lol.
Part 2 here (sfw)
(I hope nobody I know will somehow find this, I'm scared...)
He will never make the first actual move! It had to be you, because let's face it, he is too scared to ask you out.
Although I can see him give you very subtle hints, like following you around the office, talking more freely to you with his stutter under a bit of control, gifting you small things like donuts, coffee etc. with small notes on it.
His notes would be a bit messy, due to his powers, but it's the thought that counts!
He'd write things like:
"Wishing you a lovely day :)"
"Enjoy your coffee & stay hydrated!"
"I know you like (insert favorite snack), I hope they are to your taste."
Back to my first point: When you make the first move, it needs to be gentle. He has a soft heart and we wouldn't want to scare him away, right?
A simple "I like you, let's try dating", with your softest voice and smile you can muster up would be enough :)
And when you finally become official, oh boy he will NEVER leave your side (not that you mind, obviously)
He was following you around before anyway, but this time it's not even subtle. No, he just straight up won't leave your side, like a clingy little puppy.
Always searches for excuses to clean around your desk (for the sake of my headcanon, let's say you're a dispatcher)
I can also see him purposely spilling something onto your desk or on you just to have a reason to touch you and be close to you.
"I'm- didn't mean to- I'm sorry! Sorry!" he would excuse himself, while blushing faintly and cleaning the mess off of your clothes with a cheeky smile
He likes to talk about you as his partner to everyone almost all the time, so much that the z-team is annoyed whenever they hear your name come out of his mouth.
Waterboy: "Y/N-"
Prism: "Bitch, shut up. We get it."
Waterboy: "Sorry."
Wants to always prove himself to you, especially during missions.
Offers his assistance for missions, even when he is still a bit self conscious.
Wants to feel worthy of your love (he already is) and earn it (he has)
Well, that's enough fluff.
!!semi-nsfw below!! (keep scrolling for actual nsfw)
Intimacy is something sacred for him, it would take time to actually start getting close to him this way.
before you two had your first time, small and lingering touches would do.
He'd melt if you caress his cheek and assure him you don't mind the wetness on your palms he left on you. Or when you remove his goggles and stare into his eyes, he feels finally seen. Or when you stroke his wet hair, scratch his scalp- you get the drill.
Now once he feels ready, he'd prefer a place where his powers wouldn't cause a disaster.
Maybe a bed wrapped with plastic covers, or the bathtub (although that would be a bit uncomfortable for his taller frame)
Just know that he would put a lot of thought into it to make the experience memorable for the both of you.
He's not used to anything even close to sex, thus making him inexperienced as well.
You would need to be the one to guide him, to show him the lead.
Now to the good stuff.
!!NSFW!!
He'd follow your orders around, because he trusts you and he wants to earn your praise. And he needs the guidance.
y/n: "Lay back for me, yeah?"
waterboy: "Yes! Of-Of course, yes."
y/n: "There you go, baby."
Which makes you the dom and him the sub. Although he would be very vanilla (especially the first few times), he'd need to be under your control.
Cowgirl & Missionary. He prefers these positions, because in cowgirl you get to ride him (and he gets to see you bounce on his cock) and in missionary, he'd get to keep eye contact.
Speaking of eye contact, this boy is OBSESSED with staring into your soul during sex.
Not in a creepy way, he just really likes the intimacy of it. Searches your face for any minor expressions, especially when you moan in pleasure.
He cums fast. He tries to hold it in, for your sake. But as soon as you assure him it's okay, that he can release, he does.
waterboy: "I'm- y/n! I'm sorry, I can't- close!"
y/n: "It's okay, don't hold back."
waterboy: "Yesss, thanks- thank you~"
This is the point where he starts to actively thrust into you. He hasn't before, he gave himself under your control fully.
But as soon as it gets too much and he needs to cum, with your permission, he will gladly take it.
Guys, I have so much more but I don't want to use them up in one single post!
Guys, so this is literally my first post and I have no idea how Tumblr works but oh well!
Enjoy some headcanons I made up while creating fake scenarios in my head 😼
- he has a whole corner in his room with merchandise from phenomaman: collections of figurines, posters and what not. He kinda gives me major izuku vibes from my hero academia.
-He has wavy/curly hair but can't tame it probably due to the wetness. Feel like he gave up hair care completely, since he literally cannot do anything when it's wet constantly.
- Holds silent grudges. Over the smallest things. He wouldn't address it personally but he would give lingering stares. Too afraid of conflict and therefore keeps quiet.
- He has to be into swimming, I mean come on now, it's self-explanatory.
- Chronic Joint Paint. Since he is very tall, his muscles and joints struggle to keep up. Also why he would melt if anyone ever gave him a shoulder massage (I VOLUNTEER!)
- HOPELESS ROMANTIC!!! a bit self-insert, tbh. But I can see him watching romance movies, wishing he will someday experience the same thing. Especially since he seems to struggle with communication, his stutter and all that.
- I feel like he sees Robert as some kind of father figure, or just someone he looks up to for guidance. Although I also understand to ship them romantically, the way Robert called him "kid" and how he kinda looks after him and encourages him, makes me feel like they have a platonic relationship.
- he is definitely pansexual. He would not care about gender at all and just like someone based on how comfortable and loved he feels.
- I don't know if his body is adjusted to his powers, but let's say it's not. What if he has his water power and his body produces a huge amount, but his skin isn't adjusted well? I could see him with Contact Dermatitis. I mean, he wears his suit almost all the time and it's wet and rubbing against his skin...
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