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[greeniegreengreen]

HEADCANON'S INSPIRED BY THIS FANTASTIC FANART THAT LEROYAMOR CAPTIONED FIRST DATE

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UPDATR THERES A PART TWO TO THIS POST

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I also can't believe this wet loser got me out of my hiatus like that

Waterboy x Gender Neutral!Reader

Waterboy who you were always kind to, you'd greet him every morning, sit by him during lunch when you could, help him with his stutter (he really appreciated how you took your time with him during his little 'lessons')

Waterboy who for the past few months has been trying to work up the courage to ask you out, Prism and Flambae catch him in the closet one day and after some heavy teasing they give him some helpful tips and pointers, more Prism than Flambae of course

Waterboy who talks to Robert for one more quick confidence boost before he makes his way to your desk

Waterboy who forgets all his training and advice and stutters for what feels forever for him

You who catches from the scattered words what he was trying to say, giving him a gentle smile before telling him you'd love to go on a date with him

Waterboy who's brain is quick to react with happiness before he can even process it fully and tries to give you a date and time before running away to go tell Robert, he slips in his own puddles in his hurry

Waterboy whose Grandma helps him pick out his outfit and mentions getting a bouquet of flowers

Waterboy who surprisingly is able to somewhat tie his tie, it's not the best out there but it's a major improvement

Waterboy who is excited? Nervous? Scared? He doesn't know and he's very tempted to pull out last minute but also doesn't want to disappoint you so he toughens up and makes his way to your place

Waterboy who stands by your door for 14 minutes trying to knock but is absolutely terrified that he won't get his words out right when you do open the door (he's actually also 27 minutes early so he has some time to spare,,,for now)

Waterboy who is sweating the biggest puddle on your doorstep, his clothes getting wetter by each second

Waterboy who doesn't know his shirt is slightly untucked due to the constant stretch and drop of his arm

Waterboy who sees his time is running out and doesn't want to be seen as late so he ends up knocking with 49 seconds to spare

Waterboy who when the door opens to reveal you feels lightheaded and is trying to find the words to say hi, to compliment you, to tell you how excited and happy he is to be going on this date with you but all he gets out is a shove of the soaked rose towards you before pulling them back a little bit thinking he was too aggressive with it (he wasn't, he's overthinking everything)

You who let's out a chuckle before thanking him for the flowers excited yourself to go on this date with him

[miyaz6ki]

pussydrunk! waterboy who is just busy looking up at you with that same adorable tone of pleading in his irises in unison of his tongue burying itself deep, deep into your cunt like his life depends on it.

pussydrunk! waterboy who has two fingers inside you to make you even wetter than you already are, his mouth busy pleasing your clit—it only got better when you shoved his face down onto your heat using his hair. god it would be the best if you wrapped your legs around your neck.

pussydrunk! waterboy who laps his tongue into your entrance to lick up the slick that had been a result of your other precious climaxes; the bridge of his nose ‘coincidentally’ bumping into your bud as he kept those roughed up lips of his on yours.

pussydrunk! waterboy who loved to have his hands on the outskirts of your thighs, warm palms that landed on your cold skin kept you anchored down from every climax that could lift thousands off their feet—

pussydrunk! waterboy’s long fingers plunge deep into your sweet g-spot had your back arching right onto the tips of his fingers. “oh… my god. doing s’good baby, i—”

pussydrunk! waterboy who cannot, for the life of him, keep himself off you for more than ten minutes when in bed together :)

[spitdrunken]

thinking so hard about virgin!waterboy (herman) overstimulating himself when fucking you for the first time <3

he's so excited, so nervous, that he can hardly contain himself to begin with. his whole face flushed, his hands trembling, little streams of water rolling down his chin from the corners of his mouth… you're surprised he can even get hard with how wound up he clearly is. when you lean up to kiss him in an attempt at soothing, his mouth is full of water. you don't really mind. herman gurgles out an apology as soon as you break away from him though, looking closer to crying than anything else.

it takes a little while for him to settle down. you'll tell him that it's all alright, it'll all be okay. you know it's his first time and you can take it slow together. you know it doesn't feel this way right now, but it's not that serious.

you've inconspicuously (or, at least, you hope) glanced at the outline of his dick through his hero suit before, and so you already know that herman isn't small by any means. though, when you finally get to see it, fully hard and with the tip leaking, you still think you're starting to salivate.

he's got such a pretty cock, long and the perfect thickness, his tip curved up a little. he's made an attempt to trim his hair though, you think, he hasn't done it that often, judging from the uneven patches. you want to tell him how gorgeous his dick is, but you think that would actually cause him to drown himself right now. you'll save it for later.

another of your suspicions is confirmed as soon as he pushes into you. he's loud. an absolute whimpering mess off a man, his nails clawing at the waterproof sheets the bed is covered in.

he's whining before he's even got his dick entirely inside of you, water beading on the exposed skin of his chest and arms. you can feel him twitch inside of you.

"you're very, very, um, warm…" he says, a shudder going through him as you grind up a little to meet his stilled hips.

herman takes the hint, sinking inside of you further and further punctuated with shuddering exhales and sudden inhales. when he starts to actually thrust into you, the wet slaps of his hips meeting yours filling the room, it only takes him a few thrusts before he's filling you up with a shaky wail. *and there's so much of it, too."

"are you- are you peeing?" you ask him, voice trembling a little, and he frantically shakes his head.

"no, no, definitely not, i just… it's always, always a lot-- i can't really, don't know how to… not do that."

"it's alright," you reassure him once again. "i wanted to make sure, but, it's pretty hot." your hand moves down to rub at yourself, when herman catches your wrist. he almost immediately lets go again.

"so, sorry… but we don't have to- we can keep going." he says it with such sudden conviction that you don't dare suggest otherwise. in return, you get a front-row seat to him fucking himself into an utter mess.

he holds up pretty well for about another two or three orgasms, though he babbles a lot more nonsense, and the sheen of water on his skin is actually starting to drip down on you. he's still cumming a lot. with every one of his thrusts, a little bit of it leaks out of you. he becomes a bit bolder or, perhaps, simply less embarrassed while lost in the sensations, occasionally leaning down to place a kiss on top of your head or just barely missing your mouth, or his hand grazes over your chest.

after that, though, he starts to fall apart above you. and you simply cannot look away. it's the tears that come first. he starts to let out little sobs and keening sounds, head lolling back and forth with every movement. his arms start to tremble more and more. he'd been leaning down in your range and he'd practically collapsed on top of you as soon as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"sorry, sorry, sorry," he babbles out, turning his head away to spit out a mouthful of water on the sheets.

after that, he turns his head back, burying it against the top of your head and inhaling loudly. it's just his hips that are moving now, sloppier than before, and he never pulls himself out of you more than an inch or two. only nudigng the deepest spots inside of you with his cock.

his next orgasm makes him sob. and though his hips stutter, he never actually stop.

"more, i want- don't wanna stop, m'sorry, m-more-" he doesn't stop repeating such things, practically on loop, as he snugly buries himself inside of you again and again.

it's only when he starts to laugh, breathless and a bit unhinged and far, far hotter than you could ever imagine, that you decide you need to cut him some slack before you break him. you hadn't been far from cumming yourself, and you soon push yourself over the edge with the hand in between your legs. it's only when your walls spasm around him that herman stops, his whole body panting and trembling.

[itsmirawrites]

Waterboy headcanon

I definitely think it's a commonly accepted fact that waterboy has insane grip strength due to the fact of his powers but imagine: he finally gets a partner and they hold hands for the first time and he grips their hand so tightly, painfully almost, because he thinks they will slip from his grip :(

You'd have to tell him to ease up on the grip strength to hold hands but that you're not going anywhere, and assure him it's okay for your hand to get a little wet.

[scarletttries]

Flirting with Waterboy Headcanons...(Dispatch! Herman x Reader) 

Author's Note: I am super late to this party but I finished playing Dispatch this week and it will surprise absolutely no one that I am completely obsessed with the wet and wonderful Waterboy. I'll be posting my usual content too, but please understand I have a lot of big, sexy feelings about this character that you will all have to deal with for a little while, including a likely part two to this little ditty. On that note, please please send me your own thoughts/headcanons too!

Part 2 smut here (x)

- Being a reformed villain in the phoenix programme has its perks; you get to stay out of prison, help people, and have a positive impact on the world. You also get to spend time with a new addition to the team who seems to crumble to pieces every time you're kind to him; Waterboy. 

- As one of the less abrasive heroes in the Z-team, Robert makes sure you're the first person he introduces Waterboy to as he joins the team, leaving you very pleasantly surprised by this wholesome new plaything for you. 

"This is your new team-mate Waterboy, make sure he knows where he needs to be on shift okay?" Robert nods at you with a tight smile before heading back to his desk, leaving the nervous man dripping in front of you, struggling to get a word out until you speak. 

"So how did you end up on the Z-team? Did you get caught by a hero, or are you out on parole?" 

"No! No- nothing like that - I - um.. I just - I want to be - to be a hero. A re- real hero." There's no ego to his stammered confession, no ulterior motive, just pure sincerity. After spending a lot of time hanging with the wrong crowds, you can't help but smile at how different he seems, taking a chance and telling him your real name, not the heroic one listed on the wall behind you. 

"Can I call you something other than Waterboy?" You can't help but let the question out with a slightly loaded tone, and you're sure if he wasn't so nervous he'd have picked up on how closely it bordered on flirting. 

"Her- Herman. Or Herm. Um, my grandma ca-calls me Hermy, um, sometimes. So - uh - Herman." He says every word like he's not sure of the answer and he's upset with himself for how they come out, watching you smile as you try out each iteration. 

"Herm. Herman. Hermy." You can see the twitch of a smile play on his cheeks at the last one. "I'm really glad to have you on the team, Hermy." 

- And with that you had the most devoted follower of all time, this sweet, hopeless boy unsure what he could have possibly done to deserve your kindness but knowing he'd do absolutely anything to keep it coming. He finds endless reasons to linger near you, not-so-quietly celebrating when you get dispatched to trouble together, and practicing saying good morning on his whole walk to work so it can come out somewhat smoothly when he sees you for the first time. 

- It's hard to tell if his affections are just the sheer joy of having a friend, or more of an infatuation, his clear lack of social skills and experience meaning you need to be the one to flirt if you want any hope of this going further. 

"Hey Hermy. Can you do me a favour?" You perched on the counter in the breakroom with him trailing in behind you, stopping just short of your knees and nodding vigorously enough to land droplets of water on your skin. 

"Any-yes-anything." You could see his bright blue eyes shining behind his goggles as you reached forward slowly and took one of his hands in yours, tugging him to step a little closer, your faces at eye level from your makeshift seat. 

"What- uh - you - you'll get wet." He scowled at himself as the words struggled to form, watching your fingers toy with the edge of his glove, slowly peeling the rubber away to reveal the damp skin underneath. 

"I know - I was just wondering what your skin feels like under all this." You gestured to his suit and continued carefully removing his glove, moving slowly until his hand escaped with a slight pop. Holding his palm in one hand, you slowly traced shapes over the back of his hand with your fingertips. You could feel him twitching nervously at each move, overwhelmed by even the slight human contact, especially when it came from you. "I thought your water would be cold, but it's warm, soft. It feels nice, Hermy." Your tone is laced with kindness and intrigue as you let your fingers brush along the length of his, noticing how long they felt, before slowly interlocking them, bringing your palm to kiss his with a slight squelch. "Thanks!" You chirp as you give his hand a squeeze before releasing it, hopping down from the counter with your body so close he can inhale your scent as you walk away, leaving Herm standing frozen, staring at his own palm and wondering if you could really find touching him anything other than unpleasant. 

- In a group setting Herman feels completely adrift when you're not by his side; his main source of confidence and joy, his favourite person to be around. So when he goes to meet the gang at some villain bar and he can't see you immediately, he finds himself shrinking into a corner and hoping no-one notices him at all. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait long until you appear in front of him, a ray of light in this dark dive bar, offering him a beer he knows he'd never work up the nerve to order himself. 

"Th-thank you." He says softly as you clink your bottle against his, smiling so brightly he can't find it in himself to even pretend to look away from you. 

"No problem, what are friends for? Now come play darts with me so I don't have to deal with men trying to talk to me." You're used to the feel of his wet rubber by this point, taking his hand in yours and leading him in the right direction as you hear him repeat the word 'friends' under his breath behind you. There's no disappointment to the label, instead he echoes it like it's the single greatest accomplishment of his life, his reason to get up in the morning, the most wonderful kindness you could ever extend to this poor, wet, kitten of a man. You consider making a joke about how if you knew your friendship meant so much to him, you'd stop planning to fuck him, but you don't want completely break the boy's brain in case you need him to have your back in a fight later, so you keep that line for another time. 

- Flirting with Hermy is the perfect power-trip for a reformed villain; the sweetheart would do anything you asked of him, and is so completely joyful to be on the receiving end of any attention from you. He desperately chases your touch if you brush a stray wet hair off his forehead towards his ears, or if you lift his goggles so you can look into his eyes when you speak to him. He practically falls apart every time you call him Hermy, tripping over himself to seek you out, and if he's lucky, earn a smile for his troubles. 

- The rest of z-team isn't really sure if you're flirting is genuine or just something you're doing to entertain yourself, but either way they can't help but join in, watching Waterboy's panicked reactions to anything suggestive you say in delight. It's especially fun to make the conversation all about him. 

"(Y/N), me and Prism were just talking, do you think fucking waterboy would ruin your bed?" Malevola's drawl carries across the microphone at the start of shift, wanting to see how far she can push it before Waterboy melts into a puddle or Robert steps in and tells her to shut up. 

"I've thought about it alot and I have a bunch of those, like, absorbent blankets for periods and sex anyway, so I think my bed would be unharmed, at least from water damage."

"Good point, so a bed is still an option." Coope replies in her monotone, a slight sound of Herm trying to stumble out a sentence in the background and failing spectacularly as you continue. 

"Absolutely, but obviously you'd probably focus on having a lot of shower sex too, it might just take some practice 'cause Hermy's so tall. Or bath sex. Or a hot tub if you can find one." 

"I-i-i-uh."

"Alright that's enough, don't make me figure out where HR is." You have to fight back a laugh as Robert cuts off an especially frantic stammer from Waterboy, whose brain stopped working the moment you admitted you'd thought about having sex with him. 

- It's not enough to know how obviously smitten Hermy is with you, how obsessed he is with every tiny touch you grace his wet skin with, how your kindness has become the guiding light that makes him want to be a better man, a better hero, for you. No, despite all that, you decide you need him to make the first move if you're ever going to take the next step with your damp, devoted hero. Thankfully Malevola has an idea for that too. 

"(Y/N), back me up - there's never a good reason to send a dick pic, they're never worth it, even if it's a great dick!" It's not a topic of conversation that belongs in a conference room, but Flambae brought it up and you couldn't help but monopolise on this opportunity to make Herm squirm.

"I'm with you on that, it's usually just not a good experience for anyone involved. Now a video, that I can appreciate."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Punch Up knew better than to take romantic advice from your team, but he'd been drawn in by this debate and now he couldn't resist diving in further. You made sure to glance over at a completely captivated Herm as you spoke, the man practically trembling with anticipation as you elaborated. 

"A video is like the perfect romantic gesture. Not obviously from a stranger, but from someone you've been friends with for a while," your eyes lingered on Herm's "someone you want to take things further with, you send them a video of you touching yourself, telling them what you're thinking about, what you like about them, it's the perfect move." Even behind his goggles you could see Waterboy's eyes growing wide, the idea taking hold as you smiled his way, while Malevola backed up your words calling it 'the height of romance', fighting back a laugh as she watched you stare knowingly at your sweet hopeful Hermy. 

- You knew it was ambitious, and honestly you thought you'd set the bar way too high. Until late that night as you settled yourself into bed, you saw the notification pop up "One video message - Hermy 🩵"

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[kaivenom]

Water dragon

Summary: ussually, Waterboy takes all the insults and jokes with a nervous laugh, but today it appears that he is in a little low mood... and you want to help him.

Pairing: Waterboy x dispatcher!reader

Warnings: lowself esteem from Waterboy, a little angst with happy ending, cuteness, pre-relationship.

Masterlist

Another day, another adventure on the dispatcher's office. You take off your headphones and greet the team about their work before turning off the screen.

A couple of minutes later, Robert's team came back to the office, they were always a big show with all their noise and yelling... except for waterboy, he is ussually clumsy but calm.

You waved at him like always and he came to say hello to your desk. You two talked a little about how your days went but he was clearly on a sad mood.

He turned around with a weak goodbye and walked dragging his feet on the ground. You don't know what happened but didn't quite know how to help him.

It is now your time to get home so you go to get your clothes and also passed nearby the janitor's room so you decided to get a bottle of cleaning product for your house, you could return it tomorrow.

What you didn't expect was to enter the room and almost fall on the ground thank to a puddle of water. You turn around at the sound of a warning low voice and see a really wet waterboy sitting inside of a bucket full of water.

"What are you doing here?" you asked surprised.

"What are YOU doing here? This is the janitor's room."

"I wanted to get a product." you said a little embarrased about being caught., "I had some stains at home I want to get rid off-"

"Oh, okay." all his body is like a wet sad espaguetti.

"Are you good? You didn't seem quite okay today"

"Yeah... I am good." his smile is really fake and the googles can't hide the look on his eyes.

"No you're not. But I get if you don't want to tell me... I get it."

"It's not like I... I mean I... I just..." he started rumbling and mumbling like a mad men to the point he was not able to even form a sentence.

You looked at him while he starts to get red from embarrased, but since he didn't seem to be able to talk with you, you decided it was time to leave. You walked to the door and suddently hear a high pitched nervous scream.

"I am pathetic." you turned around to see the now bigger flood. "Okay? I am on a team full on ex-villains and I am still the pathetic little useless weird squirt boy."

You couldn't help but let out a small giggle at how he called himself. His face became really sad and you realized that that might have made things worst so you decided to close the door and sat next to him. You can't help but instantly shiver at the feeling of getting your pants wet.

"You..." you clench your fingers and smile at him.

"Don't worry. I am fine... we are here to talk about you."

"I don't know what we can talk about."

"How about what you just said about being pathetic? I don't know how can you think that?"

"Cause my powers suck? I don't have social habilities? I am awkward?" he was talking really exasperated.

"I don't think your powers suck, I am awkward too and I am seeing normal social habililites right now."

"You can't possibly be saying that for real." you look at his with a somehow sad look, he was more than he thinks.

"I think you are cool, like a water dragon. Instead of fire, you have a water breath. I don't know why you can't see how badass you are."

Suddently, you feel really embarrased not only about your words but also about how you are looking at him, completely hypnotized. He noticed your look at frooze, his glasses lowering onto his nose with an open mouth.

You were about to get up to run away from embarrasement and his mouth crashed onto yours for an instant.

"Sorry... maybe I read things wrong... I... I don't want to be pathetic and also a coward." you lick your now ultra moisturized lips and kissed him again for a couple more seconds.

"You are not, but I am really freezing my ass from the flood you made so... maybe you want to get dinner?" he nooded with an enthusiastic look and then looked at the water with a guilty look.

"Sorry, I have a change of clothes on my locker." you both smiled and finally came out of the janitor's room.

[miyaz6ki]

(not a req)

js thinking abt pussydrunk waterboy 😏🤤🍴

ooo girl me too

herman’s face was buried into your cunt, hands stuck to the soft skin of your thighs, you didn’t realize how truly strong he was if he had the same confidence and willpower to fight others with the same energy he had in eating you out.

“ooh—fuck! herm- hah, w… wait!” you had your hands buried in his brown strands of hair, your inner thighs only tighten even more. watching those big, oceanic eyes staring right back up; fuck they were ruining you. and you were so into it.

“mmmn… mhm, g-glad—mmf!—you like it…” you shut your eyes at your boyfriend humming vibrations into your wet, greedy entrance. long, lengthy pale fingers grinded against your sweet, spongy area inside.

“mmfgh—haah, s-sorry my—nnh—love,” he couldn’t help but whimper out under his breath. his palms were slightly shaky, it felt like if he had taken his mouth off of you for more than a second; you would fall frail, and fragile. he didn’t want to leave you, not even for more than he needed.

you have no idea where your herman had learned… but gosh his tongue dragging up your slit had felt more than just ephemeral… it was breathtaking. literally.

“ooh, aahnn—fuck! s’good…” you couldn’t help but let out breathy moans, he had been kissing and sucking at your clit for hours, and hours again. “mmn,”

and when you squirt for the first time? oh he is absolutely head over heels all over again, and he’s back to making out with your cunt like it’s his first time hooking up with someone at a fancy party.

“thought… that only happened w-with me…” … “oh i mean you know, my um… my powers…”

[spitdrunken]

a bunch of people write about herman just. cumming sooo much, like loads and loads, and i really love that idea as well! but i was also just thinking about the physical consequences of that <3

poor herman who has to jerk off at least twice a day, otherwise it just starts to genuinely feel noticeable! his balls just feel… kind of heavy. it's distracting, and he gets hard a lot to begin with. he doesn't even mean to, it's bad, he feels awful about it, but it happens a lot and especially around you. poor, poor herman who has to lock himself in the bathroom during a shift to zip down his suit and try to quietly cum into his fist as fast as possible, just so he's capable of focusing on work for the rest of the day!

he's had to deal with this issue for ages and, embarrassing as it may be, he's got quite a few toys to deal with it. it's always risky doing it at home, while living with his grandmother, of all people… but he takes care of all the cleaning around the house, and he's pretty sure that when he puts his favourite band on, she really can't hear what's going on. her hearing isn't that great anymore to begin with.

well. it hasn't ever managed to deter him that much. herman thinks about you when he's fucking into his favourite cocksleeve--just a little too small for his cock, honestly, and always overflows with his cum when he finishes--bent over and panting. every part of his body is slick with water and sweat. without fail, herman always starts to sniffle and whine when he cums.

lately, he's started denying himself a bit… thinking of you chastising him when he's getting off during work hours, or even outside of that, anytime he touches himself without you being around or letting you know… needing to be granted permission by you. his hand speeds up a little at the thought of having to wear some kind of cage (despite it being impossible to get away with during his tight wetsuit) under his clothing, the absolute torture of having to wait… but he wants to be a good boy for you so, so bad.