I feel the need to summon you to do an analysis of Herm's fucking nose in the scene of Robert finding him at his desk. Because dude, it changes all shapes and sizes and shrinks and enlarges. He shrinks and flares that shit the whole time he's trying to tell Robert Invisigal smashed the doughnut into his keyboard. And at one point I lost it because he suddenly closed that shit up like an air vent and I had to watch it a couple of times to make sure I wasn't crazy. His face also stretches weirdly between some frames and it fucking sent me. I just feel you'd get a kick outta this too. Watching this scene in slow-mo for some decent screenshots had me giggling. 🤣
Wobbly Analysis on Herm’s nose. Bro this had me flabbergasted 🤣🤣 @dispatch-lover
Yeah, something weird is definitely going on with his face in the scene. I was freaking dying 😆 along with a video, here are the screenshots I took. 
Summary: You and Herm had been dating and intimate for some time now, and you've just been having this idea in your head that it would be so so good to suck and drink him through the fabric of his drenched, soaking, clinging boxers. He's flustered by the idea of you wanting to do that, drinking him... But he gives in because he wants to try it too. He's always eager to please you, even if he's the one on the receiving end.
NSFW WARNING: Oral, Blowjob, Cum Licking/Swallowing
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You and Herm had been dating for a few weeks now, and after some much needed planning, he had come to stay over for the weekend. His work week before coming over had felt so ridiculously long. He was both an on-call Hero and a janitor at the SDN Torrence branch, and even though he didn't have to be a janitor anymore he still enjoyed feeling useful and helpful as a janitor just as much as he did being a hero. His powers were quite useful for cleaning after all.
When Herm was at your place, he always tried his best not get all your belongings too wet when he was over, but it was usually a losing battle regardless of his efforts. Some things would always get a bit wet or damp, especially your clothes and bed. He would always bring his own waterproof/water-resistant blankets and sheets to sit/lie on and would keep his jumpsuit on for the majority of his stay, due to his powers causing him to be wet, moist, and damp 24/7, but even that could only help so much. He always tried to keep your things as dry as possible whenever he came over even though the constant battle with his powers was always a losing one.
For the longest time, he was always scared to sit on any of your furniture, especially your bed, because he didn't want to make everything so soaked. Including you. So, there was a time when you two first started dating that he was afraid to ever try to touch you or let you touch him because he didn't want you getting all wet and possibly upset at him for it when he couldn't control it. You always assured him that you didn't care too much and understood that he couldn't completely control his powers and knew that they could get kinda worse when he was nervous, anxious, and worried.
The more he stayed over, the more your kind patient words reassured him, and the more you showed him physical affection without getting annoyed about getting wet from touching him the less wet he was than usual because he got used to you being so kind towards him and became a lot less worried about you getting upset with him over his powers. Being around you, helped him feel almost normal, loved, and not just a sopping wet burden.
But before then, he would be absolutely soaking wet the entire time because he was so anxious about drenching everything you owned. Well, that, and because he had such big feelings for you and he had never had a girlfriend before. At first, being around you at all always made him extremely nervous and flustered, making his powers even more uncontrollable, and would leave him standing in his own nervous made puddles.
In the beginning, just being in the same room with you or receiving a flirty text from you made him look like he had just been walking through a heavy rainstorm. The first time you both kissed, you were both lying in your bathtub for obvious reasons. He was such a nervous, blushing, soaking mess.
Now, after a few weeks of dating and receiving massive amounts of reassurance from you, his nerves have calmed some so he's not as wet as before, but he's still pretty moist by default. Herm was sitting, on your bed on a couple of his own folded up waterproof blankets that he had brought from his grandma's, relaxing in a comfy hoodie and his boxers while watching whatever you had on TV. Sometimes, you couldn't help but just gaze at him... To himself, Herm was just a tall, lanky, awkward, insecure, soaking, sopping, waterlogged, nervous, clumsy, stuttering, hazardous mess... But, to you... Herm was a sweet, caring, funny, big-hearted, sweetie pie... And over time, you began to notice how nice his physical features were too.
Each time you spent time together, or he sent you a droky selfie, you couldn't help but notice how handsome and pretty he actually was. It always broke your heart when he just didn't seem to see himself as attractive.
To you, he has such a lovely nose, soft kissable lips, and you always loved that his cheeks were flushed 24/7 because his powers made him run a bit warm. But a feature of his that you absolutely loved was his gorgeous, soft, kind-looking grey eyes... Anytime he was close and not wearing his goggles, you couldn't help but gaze into them for long lengths of time... Herm always felt like his eyes were just boring, but to you, they were sparkling grey jewels with long, pretty, wet lashes. The color of his eyes always reminded you of the color of pretty rain clouds...
You also couldn't help but notice that whenever he was wearing his skin-tight full-body jumpsuit, which he also wore during his work hours, it clung to every inch of him... Outlining every line, dip, and curve of his body... His shoulders... His chest... His back... His hips... Whenever any of his lean muscles flexed, it was never unnoticed by you.
You always caught yourself tracing his back and chest with your eyes over and over... Sometimes, even he'd catch you staring at him and become a blushing mess, feeling like you were completely undressing him with your eyes. Not that you really had to though, with how tight his jumpsuit was, it never left much to the imagination. Sadly, tonight, no jumpsuit... But, he still looked cute in his hoodie and boxers, his goggles sitting atop his head as he gazed up at your TV.
By now, you and Herm had been intimate a few times, and each time, he became a little less nervous, awkward, and anxious. Sometimes, he even seemed a little bit more confident than the last time, but he could still get pretty easily bashful, flustered, and shy. Especially, when you were in a more Dominating mood. Quickly, you both learned that he was very sensitive, vocal, eager, and could go more than once or twice... He was a virgin and inexperienced when you got together, but now he's definitely not so much. You both also learned he loved to taste you... Getting lost between your legs... Softly moaning the whole time... Loving when you'd moan any of his names... You moaning your special nickname for him, "Hermie", or using his hero name would cause him groan and whimper against your folds and make his cock throb and leak... He most definitely has both a silent service and praise kink... That became very undeniable.
Hearing you moan and telling him that he's making you feel so good also gets him off, making him so close to losing it in his boxers every time. And knowing his powers don't bother you, and that you sometimes find them attractive, would get him going too. Sometimes, him being wet and slippery made everything way more arousing...
His skin always glistening in the prettiest way... His constant wet hair in his gorgeous eyes... His permanently flushed cheeks... His wet hands easily gliding over your body... His own slippery body rhythmically sliding against yours during sex... His slick fingers gliding over your clit and slipping into you without effort... And his cock... Oh, God, his cock... Not only was it kinda big and made you feel filled to the brim when he was inside of you... But it being slick and wet like the rest of him...? Definitely made things easier and much more pleasurable... And the wet slapping sounds when he'd fuck you...? God, sometimes his powers just made everything so much fucking better...
Not to mention that since he was always so wet, his normal clothes would get soaked and cling and hug to his body like a second skin... Which you enjoyed very much to your viewing pleasure... Especially, when he relaxed in just a thin T-shirt and his boxers...
Sometimes, you couldn't get enough of him and he was almost always eager to please. All you had to do was just say the word, and he'd do whatever you wanted as long as he got to make you feel good and hear you moan his names again.
Tonight, you've been having a recurring idea float around in your head. You had talked with him about it before, but tonight you wanted to actually do it...
"Hey, Hermie?" He instantly perked up at hearing his nickname and looked towards you. His regular nickname was always "Hermy", but you always spelled it with an "ie" instead of a "y" when you texted him. And for some reason, he could always hear your special spelling of his name when you called for him.
"Y-yeah? What is it, Princess?" He gave you a soft smile that instantly made your heart melt.
"Remember how I told you that I was kinda thinking about wanting to have my mouth on you through your soaking boxers and suck and swallow your water through them?"
Herm's eyes went wide, and his cheeks somehow became more red than they always naturally were. "Wh-what?! I...!! W-wha...?! Huh...?! I'm...!! Um...!! What...?!"
You couldn't help the smile on your lips that came to be. You always thought Herm getting all stuttering and flustered was so cute and endearing. "Do you remember me talking about that?"
Herm swallowed deeply and nodded, staring at you with big eyes. "I... I do... I just... Um... I... W-why would you...? W-why would you bring that...? Why bring that now...? Bring that up...now...? I mean..."
"What if I said I wanted to do that tonight?"
He swallowed deeply again, blushing like mad. "T-t-tonight...?? As in...?? R-right now...??"
"Mhm," You nodded. "Meet you in the bathroom? I feel things would get too wet for us being in the bedroom." You went off and Herm could hear you starting a bath. Once again, he swallowed deeply, his cheeks felt hot, his heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel the extra water seeping into his clothes from his body because of his nerves and flustered excitement.
He sat there for a few moments, which felt like years, before finally getting up and walking over to your bathroom as if his entire body was on autopilot. His entire existence may be nothing but constant wetness and moisture, but damn if his mouth didn't feel bone dry. He knocked on the door a few times and heard you greet him to let him in. The bathroom was steamy already from the hot bath you had been running before he entered. Herm swallow deeply again, for what felt like the millionth time... God, why did his mouth feel so fucking dry...?
"Hiii~" Your voice was so sweet to his ears. He looked over at you already naked and beautiful in the bubbly tub. Your skin was glistening and your hair was soaked like his always was, but to him, you looked breathtaking... He'd be lying if he wasn't already starting to get hard just from the sight of you in that tub. Herm knew he was so down bad for you...and unfortunately for him...it always showed. Literally. Between his skin-tight jumpsuit and his always wet clinging clothes, he could never ever hide his excitement for you. There was no point in trying. "That for me?" You softly chuckled.
Your voice brought Herm back to reality and his cheeks felt as if they were on fire the second he followed your downward gaze and saw himself. Yeah, his wet clothes never kept any of his secrets. He felt so flustered and embarrassed, but did his best to not show it. "Y-yeah... It's... It's... It's all for you... All for you..."
"Well, then... How about you take that hoodie off and come closer?"
Herm, wasted no time and threw off his hoodie, which made an audible wet slap on the bathroom tile, and just when he was about to automaticlly take off his boxers you stopped him.
"Leave those on, Hermie. Pretty please? And sit right here for me." You patted the edge of the tub for him to sit on with wet soapy hands.
Hearing your nickname for him instantly made him shudder and weak in the knees. "A-any-anything for you... Princess..."
Somehow, his nickname for you was never really affected by his stutter, unless he was moaning, of course. Carefully, but awkwardly because of his long lanky limbs, he stepped into the tub with you and then sat down on the edge of the tub as you'd instructed him. "Is... Is this... Is this, okay...?"
"You're perfect..." You set your warm, wet hands on his already slick thighs, which sent shivers through his entire body. Your eyes drifted all over his entire frame. From his soaked wet hair all the way down to his knees. Your eyes went over every glistening inch of his body as he just sat there awkwardly, feeling you devouring him with your eyes. Which he secretly loved you doing. "You're so pretty, Hermie..."
His thighs gently shook from your touch and how you said his name. And from how you were looking up at him, as if he were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. That always did things to him. His breath hitched once you leaned forward to place a couple of sweet kisses across his abdomen, just above the waistband of his boxers, and rubbed on his thighs and hips under the thin wet fabric. Soon, you were pressing hot open-mouth kisses up and down his inner thighs, making his eyes close and his chest heave. He was already achingly hard and you hadn't even touched him where he needed it most yet. "P-please..." Herm already sounded breathless. "Need... Need you... Please... Please... Princess..."
You just smiled softly and then pressed your warm mouth where he needed you to. You kissed, licked, mouthed, and sucked at him through the wet fabric of his boxers. Herm gripped the edge of the tub to try to stabilize himself once you began to mouth and tongue his balls through the sopping fabric.
"Ffffuck..." Herm panted, his knees shaking, and his knuckles turning white from unknowingly gripping the edge of the tub too hard. "Princess..." You didn't stop there. You eventually did just as you said you would do. You took a mouthful of him through his boxers and began to lick and suck, siphoning his water through his boxers, slurping and sucking as if you were irrevocably thirsty and hadn't drank anything in weeks. "Fuck... Are...? Are you...? Are you really...? Are...you really drinking...? Swallowing...? M-me...?"
"Mhm..." You hummed against him as you continued. This was all too much for poor Herm. You were naked, wet, beautiful, and on your knees in front of him... And you were making him feel so good with your mouth... Even if it was through his boxers... AND you were drinking him?!!?!! God, he thought this was so hot...
You then moved on from his balls and began to focus on his tip through the soaking wet fabric. Sucking... Licking... Slurping... Swallowing... Swirling your tongue... You could taste his water just as much as you could taste his precum...
"Ffffuck... Princess... I'm... If you... If you... Keep... I'm... I might... I won't... I'm gonna... I can't..." Even through all his stuttering and panting, you knew what he was saying. He was close. And it turned you on even more. Every sound he made... Every time you tasted more of his precum oozing through the sopping fabric... It all made your pussy throb... Herm wasn't the only one with the service kink, but you also had a very big oral one. You continued, wanting to make him cum. Wanting to hear him. Wanting to taste him. Wanting it all in your mouth.
"Princess...!! I can't...!! I'm...!! So, close...!! I'm gonna...!! You're gonna make me...!! I...!!" Suddenly, Herm's big hands grasped the sides of your head, gripping some of your hair in the process, and he began rolling his hips against your mouth as he came. Hard. His cum filtering through his boxers against your tongue, which was exactly what you wanted. You licked and sucked at him through the fabric until the taste of him faded enough and his grip on you became less intense.
Finally, you pulled back and licked the inside of your mouth and lips, still tasting him on your tongue... Herm's head was leaned back as he was catching his breath, his chest heaving, his skin flushed and glistening with his water-sweat. To you, he looked ethereal. "You were so good for, Hermie..."
His entire body shuddered from both the aftershocks of his pleasure and from the way you said his name.
"But, I'm not done with you yet." Herm only managed to make a confused yet exhausted sound through him still trying to catch his breath. "I'm going to need you to take these off for me, Hermie... "
Hearing his nickname made him shudder again, and as if on autopilot and command, his shaky hands moved to his hips to slide his boxers down his long wobbly legs until they disappeared somewhere next to you under the hot bubbly water. And there he was, in all his post orgasm glory. Long, glistening with his water and cum, starting to soften, his tip so pink and sensitive...
You wasted no time, except this time you were more gentle and loving. You lovingly open-mouth kissed and licked him up, down, and all over his tip and shaft until you felt his was completely clean of his previous pleasure. All poor Herm could do was sit there and moan softly until you were done with him.
Finally, he managed to sit up and was able to look down at you as you licked your slightly red and puffy lips of him. But what really got him was the loving look in your eyes as you looked up at him while resting your cheek against his bare thigh. While he was absolutely a pleasured wreck, you were absolutely smitten and love-drunk.
"You taste so good, Hermie... " You said with a soft lazy smile.
"You... You are... You... So perfect... To me... For me..." Herm smoothed your wet hair from your face and then lovingly thumbed your cheek. You closed your eyes and hummed softly. "So... Good to me... You want me to... To return... To return the favor...?"
"Yes, please..." You said, still with your soft love-drunken smile on your lips. Without wasting any time, Herm had you switch places with him, quickly having his face disappear between your legs, eager to hear those delicious moans and his many names on your lips...
After dating for awhile and spending time with Herm pretty often, you've grown so used and accustomed to his wetness, dampness, drippyness, and moistness that when he has to be home for awhile your life suddenly feels so *dry* and you end up missing his damp cuddles, hugs, and kisses. You sometimes even catch yourself kinda sad once your blankets, pillow cases, and his wet spot on your bed fully dry since he's been back home taking care of his grandma for a few days. One day, you go to put warm damp laundry in the dryer and you feel the humid warmth against your skin and seeping through your shirt a little and you just go "I miss him... (╥ω╥`)".
And that's when you realize you are a hella simp for him and are so down bad. You eventually tell him all this and he finds it cute, silly, amusing, endearing, and a little weird. But it makes him happy that you love him so much and that you aren't deterred by his soaking wet life at all like most people have been. He assures you that he'll come see you and make all your stuff wet again soon.
