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

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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

[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.

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[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.

[spitdrunken]

i've seen a lot of talk about sub!herman so i wanna contribute <33

notes: sub!herman x dom!reader, cnc / consensual non-consent, kink negotiation, dry humping. both reader and herman are pretty inexperienced at kink stuff and it shows. what if we roleplayed and got too horny.

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it comes up when you and herman are discussing any more kinky stuff you're into! it's clear that he likes the idea of subbing a lot, so it's mostly about that. you're very sure about your role as a dom, and are, perhaps, a bit nervous to disappoint him in that regard… but you are willing to try and think and consider with him!!

herman can babble on and on for quite a while, you've discovered, especially now that he's more comfortable around you and stutters less.

"i, um… maybe this is too weird?" he asks, gaze on his hands where he's tugging on the rubber fingertip of one of his gloves.

"i won't judge," you tell him. "but if you're really not comfortable, i won't make you." you've discussed multiple things so far, like his mommy kink, love of praise, and, perhaps, overstimulation. you don't think anything will really be that much of an issue, now.

"i d,dunno-- sometimes, i think about… they're, like, fantasies, maybe, like, having someone like, be, be so attracted, or… into me, i guess, that they would… do something. without me. really wanting to. as, like, roleplay. of course."

he's shifting his weight around by the time he's done, a fat droplet of water dangling from the tip of his nose.

you wipe it away with a smile. "okay. like, some kind of villain interrogation… gone sexual?"

he laughs a little like this, breathy and stuttering. "um. maybe… they'd be too mean in that scenario? i, ah, don't really-- i don't, i don't hate it, but i don't like… the idea of being talked down to as much?" his cheeks are flushed a bright red. "s-sorry. is this too much?"

"no, no, i'm just thinking…" you hum a little. "maybe, like, some kind of super fan who is so obsessed with you that they lock you in their basement? that kind of vibe. being all over and really into you… trying to make you fall in love with them?"

you turn your gaze back to herman, finding him a little wide-eyed and even more flushed. "y, yeah. yeah, that sounds good. fun. very fun."

perhaps it's not the best for 'immersion' that, later, after you've practiced tying safe knots and discussed further limits, he's 'kidnapped' to your bed room. but, well, renting some place and getting caught would make for an interesting sex scandal in his early hero career, and you're not having sex at his house to begin with.

you pace in front of the door for a moment, taking a deep breath to settle the jitters in your stomach. it's the first time you're doing anything like this… so you're scared that your mind will blank, or that you're not 'sexy' enough, or, just, anything, really. you've never been the best at improvisation, but you're sure as hell going to try.

you crack open the door, peeking into the dark room.

"h-hello?" sputters waterboy from inside, his voice accompanied by the creaking of your bed as he rolls around. "wh, what did you-- why did, have, you brought me here?!"

you flick on the light to its lowest setting and step inside. he's blushing so hard once again, his cock straining against his hero suit. you'd put down the usual plastic sheets on your bed and that's a good thing, because there's already a bit of a puddle forming beneath his body.

"you're awake!" you chirp, ignoring his statement, walking up to the side of the bed without hesitation.

"i'm sorry, are you feeling okay? i'm not sure what they did, had to call in a favour to get you here-- i just really, really wanted to meet you, but they never let me into your office, and i, sadly, do have a job and stuff… so i could never catch you out and about. but, hey, we're here now, right?"

waterboy's breathing hard, hands flexing underneath the ropes you'd tied him up with. "what-- what are you even talking about?!" his voice cracks, his exhale trembling. "you--! someone knocked me out and took me here, and-!!"

he chokes on the water gathering in his mouth, and you take this opportunity to climb on to the bed, stroking his unprotected side. he jumps and shudders, though there's not very far he can go. especially not with his ankles tied to the bed posts.

"i'm sorry, i must be coming on really forward, i just-- didn't know how else to do this anymore." you're still smiling so wide, so hard, that your facial muscles are starting to hurt. your heart is hammering against your rib cage.

"you haven't… we can still, i think, we can still talk this out--" waterboy says, squirming on the mattress. he plasters a shaky smile on his face. "p-promise."

"mmmmm," you hesitate a moment, but then shake your head. "we can talk like this, just fine. i haven't convinced you yet-- i can tell."

"j, just--" you place a hand on his chest, and feel his chest contracting from his sudden inhale.

without thinking about it, you clamber on top of him. you rest your crotch over this. you don't move, not yet. he wanted you to do this to him, you think, and it makes you feel a little giddy that all that's in his eyes, really, is desire.

"let me finish, okay? then you can make up your mind. i won't hurt you, really, i never, ever, would…"

you press your hips down a little and then lift them back up again. you rub the flat of your hand over his chest, eyes planted firmly on his face. the moisture on his forehead and cheeks is visible.

you start to unzip his suit. everything underneath is absolutely slick with water. your hands are immediately soaked as soon as you glide them over his bare chest. the arousal in your stomach coils tighter when you pinch his one of his nipples in between two fingers, and he whines.

you simply can't resist anymore either. "haaah," you pant out, loud. "sorry, i just, i just can't resist any longer. you don't know what you fucking do to me." he trembles underneath you, immediately gasping out a strangled moan as you start to hump him, even through his suit.

neither of you last very long. you sneak a hand underneath your clothing, rubbing at yourself as herman's noises get louder and louder, more whinier and high-pitched. his hips try to meet yours the best they can, and you can tell when you've shoved him over the edge when his eyes rolls back and, for a moment, he goes completely silent. you speed up your hand. it cramps, and you know your wrist will hurt later, but you frantically move so, in moments, you're cumming too.

you practically collapse on top of him. with the horny haze from your mind, you're feeling… quite embarrassed, really, though you try not to think about it. if you've read anything online, it should be more about herman now. right? or, maybe, you should've kept this going longer… you can't get into the mindset anymore now, though, and you're trembling a little as you untie him.

"are you… how are you feeling?" herman asks softly. "i, i'm feeling-- i'm feeling fine, before you ask." you just nod and make a little noise in the back of your throat.

as soon as his hands are free--after more than one attempted--he warps you in a tight hug and doesn't let you go until you settle against him. he'd asked once more what was wrong, then gone quiet.

"i don't know what's wrong…" you whisper. "i just. feel like i didn't do a very good… job. or that it wasn't… fun, maybe."

herman leans down to a press a kiss to your head. "you, you did gerat. i can say it some more, if-- if you want. and we should… maybe take a bath."

he does say it, quite a few more times, that evening.

[spitdrunken]

I personally really looove the idea of puppy!Waterboy…

Notes: Petplay, omorashi/wetting, dom!reader, sub!Waterboy

He’d just be such a cute puppy. So happy and pleased with the comforting weight of a collar around his neck, a little tag with your name inscribed on it. Herman’s a pretty noisy pup, too. When he really gets into the right headspace, he makes a lot of little noises. All kinds of whimpers and whines, always vying for your attention. If you’re watching television, Herman on a soft, padded blanket in front of your feet (because dogs aren’t allowed on the couch), he’ll put his chin on your knee so your fingers can run through his soggy hair.

Unless it really is too cold inside, he’s naked while he’s puppybrained. It’s just more comfortable for him to be, with all of the water constantly gathering on his skin. Normally, he’d be pretty self-conscious about it, but now he hardly notices. Herman just likes being close to you, and really, really likes you calling him sweet things. Good boy, sweet thing, cutest puppy… He likes hearing it all! The excitement on his face is so obvious that, had he had a tail, it would surely be wagging up a storm.

As a pup, he’s obedient, he’ll genuinely try to do anything you’ll ask him to do. Most of them, he does happily. Like laying on the floor in front of the tv, or sleeping curled up around your feet instead of right next to you. Not using his ‘human’ words, and letting himself be fed by hand or in bowls. There are some things he struggles with a little, though. Despite his best efforts.

Herman really struggles with his designated peeing spot in the corner of the room, where a pad just for that has been laid out. He needs to pass a lot. Far more than the average person. While nudity can be forgotten, he always gets flush in the face, trembling and whimpering at the strain, as he tries to piss right in your field of vision despite the shame. Maybe he’ll get over it in time, but, right now, you have to help him more often than not. Crouching down next to him and cooing (“You’re such a silly pup, so worried. Let me help you.”), pressing down your fingers on his lower stomach to make him finally relieve himself. There are always tears at the corners of his eyes from the sheer relief.

Another thing is that he isn’t allowed to touch himself on his own. He can’t ask for it either, since that would require using words—something he’s just not allowed to do. Herman always crawls up to you so shyly, whimper at the back of his throat and head lowered, his long cock bobbing visibly in between his legs with every movement. If you’re feeling a little mean, you could ignore him. Or perhaps not altogether stop paying attention to him, just not acknowledging his obvious arousal. Babbling praises at him that are just not enough. Eventually, when he really can’t help himself, he’ll perch back on the palms of his hands and spread his legs a little, exposing himself. Or if he’s really desperate, he might just forgo any begging whatsoever and start humping your leg.