This is just a place where I'm going to be sharing gooner recs and such! Also a blog just for random yapping and work for random fandoms
! This is my more carefree blog, so expect little to no organization here! Might make a masterlist??? We shall see with time!
(Robert x Waterboy if you squint and fill in the blanks with your imagination...)
Summary: Waterboy is clueless about the invasion of privacy that comes with the subscription to SDN. That is, until his favorite dispatcher tells him all about it.
Warnings: Voyeurism, male masturbation, hyperspermia??, a bit of humiliation.
"Good work out there, Waterboy," Robert's praise echoes loudly in the earpiece in Waterboy's ear, and it causes Waterboy to flinch in place. It's been a week since he's been assigned to the Z-team, and Waterboy can't get used to Robert's voice in his ear. The earpiece didn't help either, constantly falling out due to the wet secretions Waterboy has yet to control fully. Given his awkward and impressionable demeanor, all it takes is a mean comment to leave him sweating bullets of water till a puddle forms beneath him. "Take a quick R&R, and we'll get you out on the field soon."
"I can still… if you want… not trying to tell you how to do your job… or anything like that… but I-I can keep… going."
"Take a break, Waterboy."
"O-oh…okay…"
The earpiece in his ear goes silent once more, and Waterboy knows he's alone again. The so-called thugs that he took out have long been cuffed and taken away by police. The once crime-ridden warehouse now stands barren except for the puddle of a man who nervously looks around. The rush of adrenaline still courses through his veins, and leaves him fidgeting with his gloved hands. He needs a way to exude the remaining hormones in his body. To stop the itchy feeling spreading across his skin, the rapid beating of his heart, and the excess water pooling in his mouth.
Standing in the center of the abandoned building, he tugs at the zipper of his watersuit, revealing his pale-pink skin beneath. His moist, sweaty skin clings to the suit as he pulls himself free. His bright blue goggles are thrown to the ground beside him, and his gloves follow suit until he's standing nude, his cock erect— beads of pre-cum spilling down his shaft and pooling messily on the ground below him.
His hands, warm and damp, fist around his cock, making a mess of the milky white bodily fluid, smearing it along the shaft. It clings between the ridges of his fingers, sticky white webs spread between them. He squeezes his cock, milking more of his cum from the tip to coat the base to make it ever so easy for him to fist himself.
"Hah…oh God…" A soft, broken gasp spills from his lips and echoes inside the metal walls. His heavy pants echo back to him and further deepen the reddness of his cheeks. He brings his hand to his mouth. His palm cupped like a beggar, his wet lips spread apart, and his tongue lolled to the side, he spews a handful of water onto himself. The water was disgustingly warm and thick, but perfect for his shameful actions. Careful not to spill the water, he brings it down to his cock and smears it along.
His needy moans, along with the wet, sloppy sounds of his palm rubbing against his cock bounce across the walls of the abandoned building.
Plap!
Plap!
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ahhh…ahhh." His palm quickens around himself, his voice growing more pitiful by the second. He stands in a puddle of his cum, his water mixing with his sweat.
Lost in the pleasure of his hand and the sounds of his own pleasure, Waterboy doesn't pick up the quiet sounds of the surveillance system in the warehouse coming to life. It's a soft buzz as the camera moves slightly from its original position to focus on Waterboy. The lens of the camera zooms in on him with a quiet shutter, just in time for his climax.
It's filthy and messy. Squeezing the tip of his cock harshly as if milking himself like an animal, his cum comes out in thick spurts. A large amount of cum shoots onto the concrete floors. His palm squeezes his cock from the base to the tip to drain his balls of his cum, until everything he has to offer is spilled onto the floor, mixing with the water secretions of his body. He palms himself until nothing spills from his tip and until his cock is sensitive to the touch.
Looking down at the mess he made, Waterboy is unsure what to do next until your voice unexpectedly starts to play in his ear.
"Cumming on company time, are we, Waterboy?"
"I-I-I," his voice comes out like a broken record. Repeating and playing back the same incoherent mess, he can stutter out. "NO! I-I…"
If it weren't for the fact that you were watching him on your monitor, you would've believed he had a stroke. A coy smile graces your lips as you watch him frantically panic through the cameras, spreading his filthy mess with every step he takes.
"You know, I was curious why your location still pinged you were at the warehouse, but I can see you were busy…" Before you give him a chance to stutter into the mic, you continue to tease the lanky man. "You are aware we have access to security cameras of SDN subscribers?"
"I-I…do…now"
A/n: Before today, I've only ever consumed dispatch content through TikToks, but after playing with my beloved @darling-pie I learned about the security cameras in the game??? And this idea instantly came to mind!
Hi, sooo, if you do make a "1% odds of success, 99% Fucked" fic I think that it would be funny if Villain!Reader say that pick up line "And who's that tall glass of water?" At the start, and then the whole "You got a weapon in that suit?" :D
Just a suggestion(?)
An ask I guess,
Im not sure,
Sorry -_-'
THIS IS GENIUS! THIS WOULD FLUSTER WATERBOY SO MUCH!!!! I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT NOW! He'd be so confused at first. He'd probably look around to see if somebody did show up as backup, only for him to realize you're talking to him. He'd turn red so quickly and shrink into himself, rubbing his neck nervously, and he'd probably say something so cute like, "m-me?"
I will def be using that line, only if you don't mind of course!
Suggestion? Ask? I'm not really sure, but whatever it is I WELCOME IT WITH OPEN ARMS!
A/n: So I’ve been seeing a lot of TikTok memes of ‘Watergoat’ because, despite having the odds of 3% success, Waterboy gets the job done, which inspired this idea…
Warning: Suggestive idea! No smut but you can tell where I’m going with it…
So, imagine all the other members of Z-squad are unavailable for whatever reason, and Waterboy is the only one available to dispatch. The odds are not in his favor. He has 1% odds of success in completing this mission, but there’s nobody else! He has to do it!
The criminal/villain he’s up against is you, and you’re known to be a tease and a flirt! It’s a part of your villainous persona, and it just lowers Waterboy’s probability of defeating you.
The lanky man can barely keep a single sentence straight. How is he expected even to form thoughts when you start to come onto him strongly the moment he arrives! He basically melts under your sultry touch on his shoulders. He’s turning red, and there’s excess drool spilling down from the ends of his mouth, and he’s afraid that if you go any further, it’ll practically turn to steam from how hot you’re getting him.
“You got a weapon under that suit?” you ask slyly, eyeing the growing bulge between his legs. Why is it always the tall, nerdy-looking guys without an ounce of muscle on their bodies that always seem to be packing?
“N-no! I don’t carry…or use…weapons…” his voice getting quieter with every word, wondering whether he’s even supposed to be saying that.
“I don’t believe you,” you sing in his ear. Your fingers travel up to his neck, toying with the zipper to his suit. “Show me.”
Truly, Waterboy did not have a weapon under the suit, but it might’ve as well count as one. You should’ve never underestimated him, hours later you find yourself drained of energy, your body sore and aching, and in handcuffs. Despite the odds, Waterboy gets the job done!
A/n: I think I'm going to try and make this a fic!
Warning: Smut, thigh riding, squirting, the suit stays on…
The natural pink flush of his face is now a deep red. The constant stutters and backtracking of his words are gone; his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. Only the sounds of his shaky breath and deep groans echo loudly in the cramped supply closet. His goggles are askew on his face, and his eyes shakily look into your teasing eyes.
Your hands clutch at his bony shoulders, moving your waist back and forth painfully slowly, digging your hips down into his thigh. Your pussy is dripping wet, and your thin panties stick to your wet folds like a second skin; they move against his suit, leaving a slick trail in their wake. It’s a nervous tic that he’s always had, but his thigh bounces anxiously against you, and it turns you on even more.
“Y-you’re so…w-wet…” he gasps out, watching in amazement that you’re soaked and it’s not from his own power’s doing…in a way. His dick bulges against his suit, and thank god it’s waterproof. He can feel beads of pre cum rolling off his cock and staining his briefs.
Your hips begin to lose rhythm, and the ever attentive waterboy notices, his moist hands cling to your waist and help you ride his thigh. You go slump in his arms, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re getting his suit all wet. You squirt all over his thigh, the wet juices dripping down onto the floor and forming a puddle, just another thing for waterboy to clean up…
A/n: I'm still trying to get a feel of his character, let me know how I did!
Imagine Waterboy having a crush on his next-door neighbor! Every encounter you have with him since you moved in leaves you dripping wet.
He notices you struggling to carry your boxes into your home and stutters for what feels like minutes before offering to help. But after you manage to decipher his stutters, you take him up on his offer. The big box in your arms blocks most of your field of vision, so you don’t notice the big puddles of water leading up to your home until you’ve lost your footing and slip on a puddle. Waterboy, being an even bigger clutz, falls with you after rushing to see you and falls on top of you! The usual cliché, but he’s so embarrassed and stuttering like crazy when he opens his mouth, a gush of water spills out and leaves you even wetter than you were before.
Another encounter, while both waiting for the bus, you crack a joke to Waterboy, who finds it the funniest thing ever and tries to hold back his laughter, only to fail miserably. Bursts of water shoot out from behind his palm and hoses you down.
Another encounter in which you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, you just so happened to be at the scene where Waterboy was doing his heroic duties. Maybe the building you were in was on fire, and you were being escorted out, only to be met with a splash of water the moment you stepped outside, only to see Waterboy’s awkward smile as he frantically apologizes for getting you wet…again.
Maybe a fic where about the 5 times Waterboy leaves you wet and the one time you wet him
Hiii I saw your bucket list senku imagine and I'm BEGGING you to make it a fic 🙏
IM AT MY KNEEES AOTHUR
Hiiii!
I can't give a definitive yes or no...it really depends on whether I have the time. Despite being on winter break, I'm working full-time, and I also have like 16 open projects, on which I mainly want to finish two specific pieces before the spring semester starts again. If I can get those two particular pieces done before the semester begins, then yes! If not, then possibly in the future...
Trust, I really want to write about Senku and the reader having sex in the most random of places, trying to complete their bucket list!!!! I REALLY WANT TO WRITE THEM HAVING SEX IN THE LIBRARY AGAINST A BOOKSHELF AND THEY'RE MAKING SO MUCH NOISE, AND THE BOOKS BEGIN TO FALL OFF THE SHELVES. I ALSO WANT THEM TO HAVE SEX ON SENKU'S ROOMMATE'S BED (sai) AS REVENGE FOR ALL THOSE TIMES THAT THEY KEPT SENKU AWAKE AT NIGHT....SEX IN THE LAB AND SUDDENLY ALL PRECAUTIONS ABOUT PROTECTION IS THROWN OUT THE WINDOW...if you catch my drift...
Again, I can't reveal/spoil the plot of the fic I'm working on, but to any DCST fans that speak a language other than English, how do you say "I love you"?
Like, I know in Spanish it's "Te amo," but what about yours?
I'm writing something that, hopefully, once it's done, is incredibly sweet and fluffy! I'm creating a playlist, and I have some songs on it, but the more the merrier! I really want to get into the headspace of yearning/love as I write!
I'm such a blabbermouth, and I want to yap about the fic idea so much, but I must hold back! The title itself is a spoiler!!!
In honor of my side-blog that is very much giving gooner, this freaky idea came to mind!
Warning: Exhibitionism, two pervy nerds,
So imagine Senku and the reader are in the middle of their senior year of college. A study session turns into a yap session, leads them to write out a bucket list of things they want to complete before graduation.
It starts off relatively innocent, with small things like exploring EVERY classroom on campus, attending a frat party, bar-hopping—just normal activities many college students do during their first year. As more things get added to the list, things quickly become a bit more scandalous for the two nerds.
Making out under the Mascot's statue
Making out on Senku's roommates' bed that is always playing Dragon Quest and keeps Senku awake at night.
Making out in the library
Having Sex in the library...
Having sex in the chemistry lab
Having sex in your least favorite professor's office
Having sex in the front row of the empty auditorium classroom
A relatively normal bucket list quickly escalating to an exhibitionism list for two nerds...
A/N: I have a similar concept for this planned for the Senku x reader Ryusui series, but it's not this freaked out! It's sweeter!