Wandering the World

Waterboy / Herman 🩵

Flirting With Waterboy (pt 1)

One Video Message - Hermy 🩵 (pt 2) - Smut

As per my video message (pt 3) - Smut

Waterboy Boyfriend Headcanons (pt 4) - Smut

Imagine Waterboy carries you because you had too much to drink - drabble

Waterboy x Robert

Robert liked the early mornings. He liked how quiet it was, how peaceful everything felt. How the air was warm and how there was no one around. No one to see him sitting there on the edge of the roof. He liked early mornings. But he hated how they represented a brand new day.

(Very heavy suicidal themes, depression, proceed with caution)

Prompt 10: watching the sun rise/sun set for Wet July

But one night at Sardines, he's sitting next to Chad. And he's drunk and warm. Body heat of a pyro mixing with the beer running through his bloodstream and flushing his cheeks a pretty pink.

So he unzips. Just a bit. Some breathing room. Cracking his neck from the lingering soreness of the day and sighing as he closes his eyes and let's his head fall back against the wall.

And then there's fingers on his neck.

Feather light and tracing every dip and curve, lingering on his adams apple. A drunk and curious Chad smirking as he leans his chin on Herms shoulder and touches.

"Your neck is really fucking long, wet noodle boy"

Herm can feel every callouse, every dip of his finger prints. Every blood vessel pumping through his fingers as they trail down his pulse point. So he grabs Chad's wrist. And it's warm. So warm.

"P-Please stop-don't do that. I don't...I don't like people-"

Then the hand is around his throat. Squeezing once. Then twice. Tipping his head so warm, dry lips can press into his skin. A burning tongue can lap at his water. Sucking on the hinge of his jaw and trailing a firey path up to his ear lobe. Pulling it between straight white teeth.

And Herm feels it all.

Everything.

Body shaking, mind going blank. The room falling into a darkened silence as he grips that wrist and his eyes roll back. Panting and moaning. Whimpering into the air. That feeling that always comes when his neck is being touched blooming in full swing.

And then Chad pulls away. Sipping his own beer as Herm's head plummets back down to earth. Quickly zipping his suit back up and hiding his mortified expression behind a soggy handful of peanuts and the clearing of his throat. Squirming in his seat to rid the tingles stirring in his lower abdomen.

Everyone's on the dance floor or getting another round. No one saw. No one knows.

But Chad knows.

And as Alice calls him up on stage for a duet, he leans down and flicks the tab of Herm zipper where it sits just under his chin.

I think I'm gonna let the first chapter be a little preview for now and wait until I am very far along in this one so I can both post more regularly and write with less self-imposed pressure.

I am also DEFINITELY expanding on the Robert concept I was drabbling about earlier this week. It has been too long since I've written my big sad wet cat lmao. I hope to drop those fics, chapter by chapter, nearly simultaneously so everyone gets to eaaaat

(villain Robert is STILL on the table. He is a bastard and I love him)

ANYWHO.

Single Dad Herm-- @thehoneycrypt since you wanted some xreader stuff :B MILDLY HORNY FLUFF UPON YE

I cast EXPAND SCENARIO

Steamy fluff, love confessions

mariam was named after herm’s mom, who also died when he was little. and the fact that mariam has experienced the same horror of losing a mother is earth shattering for herm. he never imagined that his angel would have to experience such a pain like he did

and herm will never tell his baby girl this but she has his mother’s hair and his wife’s eyes… and as she gets older, mariam jr starts looking more like mariam sr with her frame and such but she sounds exactly like beatriz did in her childhood videos

that doesn’t hit herm until he hears beatriz call out to him, which makes him turn around in surprise, only for him to come face to face with mariam, who had asked him if they could have spaghetti for dinner tonight

the accident that took beatriz from herm and mariam was a villain attack. it had been her day off and she was running errands when a villain with electricity powers named vermillion bolt was running away from some heroes in the area and used their powers to electrocute a bunch of people at once to get the heroes off their back, beatriz being one of the unfortunate victims

one of the heroes chasing the villain was malevola and she immediately portal’d herm to the scene when she found beatriz before portal-ing them back to the hospital. beatriz and herm have their final moment where she’s telling him how much she loves him and to take care of their daughter before her heart gives out from the damage

Description: After having a tranquil first year as parents and husband and wife, a visitor decides to crash the party./Logan x non Mutant! reader

Author's Note: Domesticity with Logan sounds so 🥰🥰

Logan Howlett X Reader Blurb

A/N: ^ how i feel. also really short blurb for funsies Warnings: just fluff, reader is almost nakey, implied sexy time after?

The door slams shut behind him, a loud thunk! that causes several items in his room to fall over- and probably stuff in neighboring rooms as well.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex

He lifts you with ease, tossing you onto the bed as you squeal in surprise- and excitement. You try to push yourself up with your arms, but he grabs your legs, forcing you to flip onto your belly. He kneels onto the bed, climbing over you and presses his large, warm hand onto your lower back, forcing you to arch your back.

Seconds later you felt the tip of his cock pushing through your folds, lubing himself with your slick. You whined at the feeling, spreading your thighs and lifting your ass in the air-or as far as he let you, eager to feel him inside you. He finds your hole, wasting no time to push inside with a growl low in his chest, before thrusting hard into you, filling you up completely with his cock.

"Oh!" You cry out from the intrusion, hands gripping at the sheets. Your mouth falls open, but any noise you make becomes muffled as he pushes your face into the mattress. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you tight into place.

He takes you roughly, rutting into you hard like he couldn't get enough. He stretched you open, hitting the sweet spot inside you that made your brain go dumb, drool escaping your lips onto the mattress and eyes rolling back while he has his way with you- Just like you wanted.

It was different than how Logan usually was in bed. Fantastic as always- But you're used to him taking his time, talking you through everything with sweet praises and kisses to every inch of your body. He was lovely, sensual, passionate.

Now he was just fucking you like a whore- and you loved it. The part of him that he seemed so scared of letting go is gone, he's now acting like an animal and will take you in every way he wants.

You felt your lower belly wounding tight with each thrust. He must feel you getting close too, because he mounts you properly. Hands on your hips, angling them perfectly so he can continue hitting the spot that makes your legs feel like jelly. You feel his nose run along your shoulder until he reaches the crook of your neck and he clamps down, his teeth biting at your skin and properly claiming you.

You let out a yelp that turns into a moan, spurred on by the way Logan pinned you down. The dam inside breaks, and you finally cum- soaking your sheets. Logan doesn't stop, even as you become incredibly tight, your pulsing walls try to milk him of his release but he wasn't ready to fill you up yet.

You told him you wanted him to take you however he wants, to let himself be free and not hold back. He wants you submissive. He wants your mind and body to be as dumb as possible so he can fold you into any position and fill up your pussy until he's satisfied.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 3.07: The Failures TVLTwT/IWTVTwT Version.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 3.07: The Failures TVLTwT/IWTVTwT Version.

(Waterboy x Reader Fanfic)

CHAPTER 10

Word Count: 5,299

Tags:

Coworkers to Lovers

Smut

Eventual Smut

Dom/sub

Wound Fucking

Praise Kink

Biting Kink

Degradation Kink

Oral Sex

Wet Dream

literal wet dreams

Telepathy

Sub Waterboy | Herman (Dispatch)

Hyperspermia

Fluff

Exhibition (?)

Public Sex

Humiliation

Bondage

Choking

Ignore the fact there's far too much exposition

AFAB | Assigned Female at Birth Reader-Insert

Hurt/Comfort

Some angst

Porn with Plot

medplay

Onto the chapter!:

“Aah! Fuck…Mhm-”

So it’s been around 2 weeks. 13 days and 14 nights now (including this one).

The dreams have not stopped. Not one singular night have you and Dream-Herm not had the other person’s imaginary genitals out. Like right now. Where your pussy is on full display.

“Am-Is that good?”

“Don’t stop.”

You don’t usually have vivid dreams, like-at all. But for some reason, every single night since you realized you’ve had a crush on Herm, you have had the most incredible wet dreams ever. You’ve just learned to expect it. If you wake up in a different place from your bed, you’re about to have mind-sex.

“Oh!” You hold Waterboy’s head tighter against your open lap.

After the talk you had with the team, you didn’t have to worry about seeming as cool as you previously were. The flirting has been obvious enough to everyone else, but now, they don’t really say anything about it. They make jokes when you’re not around him, but when you are around him, they’ve been leaving you two alone more and more frequently.

Waterboy hasn’t noticed anything. At least not that you can tell. In fact, he’s starting to view your more forward tactics as ‘friendliness’. That means that not only has he been enjoying how platonically close you two are getting, it also means that he’s been reciprocating some of the things you do.

You’ll subtly brush against his side when you’re walking, you’ll have personal banter, and when he does the eye thing, you’ve just started staring right back.

Analyzing him as he analyzes you.

God, that might be even better than the sex you’re dreaming about. But then again, the sex is hella good. Maybe comparably equal.

“Yes! Aaah!....Almost-”

“Mrmph~”

Since you've been dreaming, you’ve experimented far more than you usually would. The hospital shit, bondage, sadism, etc. Overall, you’re much more confident within the dream because it’s always tailored to you. Although you have found it kind of odd that he’s never said your actual name, just your hero one, you suppose the accuracy is just as important. In other relationships (or just hookups) there’s been this unsaid obligation to please the other person. Especially as a woman, you’ve had a weird necessity to play a part in intercourse that is socially acceptable. There’s this inclination towards gentle submission that you’ve never found to be enjoyable what-so-ever.

It’s so straight and narrow. You just want to do what sounds fun for both of you. Without having other people dictate your bedroom.

But in these fantasies you can do what you want!

Maybe Waterboy would let you be unique in the bedroom, but you’re alright with never finding out if that means you’ll never be disappointed.

“Right there! Right- Aah! Shit-”

All the thoughts you’ve heard from Waterboy haven’t let you in on anything in particular. Mostly just friendly compliments or hasty cut-offs. It’s great that he still isn’t interested in you. It hurts your heart a bit, but it is better for your plan. Even if your feelings haven’t faded yet like they normally do, they’re bound to sometime. The regular fear you get and his lack of interest should ruin anything romantic for you, right?

Just have to wait for change.

“Aaaah!-Mnph!...Yes!..Yes…”

You cum with a fierceness that surprisingly hasn’t gotten old to you yet. Your fingers grip the sheets underneath you as you come off of an incredible high. (Which might be happening in real life.)

Your sweaty body attempts to rest itself, but you twitch as your torso hits the mattress. You take a shoddy breath and rest for a few seconds.

He turns his head away from you.

You speak softly.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You lean your head back against the imaginary bed post.

“No. It’s just… Every time I look at you after this, you disappear.”

You can hear the realistic pout in his voice as you rest your arm over your eyes.

This time, you don’t even have to look. Everything fades out and you’re left with another sudden darkness. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

You’ve started touching yourself in your sleep.

It’s just more time-efficient. You have work in the morning. Or events.

Really you just want to keep it to a minimum. You’re not sure if you’d be flattered or disturbed if someone told you your coworker had been using you as spank-bank material for the past two weeks.

When did you become so sexually monogamous? It should be a usual rotation of attractive people, but no, his adorable dumbass loves wiggling his way into everything. Now that you’re having those dreams, that includes you, literally and figuratively.

You rub your face with your hands and sigh. You shouldn’t be liking this, but you do.

And now you have to face him everyday. All your workdays and your off-day.

That of which happens to be today.

You’ve stopped rummaging through his memories since he got in contact with a therapist the day after your somber escapade through his mind. Sundays are now for whatever ideas you have. Though, they mostly stayed the same. You both have tea, watch cartoons, and sleep.

Today you’ve actually brought some of the materials for brownies. Waterboy texted you and insisted that he share a recipe with you. Well, actually, he kinda mumbled about it and you insisted, but it was with mutual joy.

You dress yourself up. Wearing some tighter clothing and showing some skin. It’s hot out and your air conditioning is busted. In any case, this gives you an excuse to fluster him more. You noticed him checking you out on several occasions before you rejected him. He may not like you anymore, but he still has eyes. And a dick.

After you’re done getting ready, you lay down on your couch and watch tv before you hear a ring at your door. You fidget with your hair and open the door when you feel ready. Herman greets you with a shy smile.

“Hey-Hi Star.”

He’s not in his wetsuit today. He’s wearing a soaking black band t-shirt and some shorts that cling onto him damn near perfectly. He takes a look at you and you can see his eyes shift hastily over your body before the red rushes to his cheeks and he quickly walks past you.

You address him.

“Hey Herm. You’re not wearing your wetsuit today?” Your voice cracks a bit and you desperately try to hide it.

“It’s-I-My water is-there’s less of it. When I’m comfortable with someone…you I mean. And y-you lay out th-the sheets, so you’re used to it. Probably. I guessed.”

You glance down at the water on the floor, it’s been getting less prominent every time he’s around you. You can’t help but feel relieved that he’s that comfortable with you.

“It’s no problem.” You smile at him as you sit down on your couch. “It’s weird to see you in normal clothes.”

“What kind o-of weird?”

“Good weird. You look cool.”

“Really? Th-thank you. You a-also look good today.”

He starts setting stuff down on your kitchen counter. Some extra ingredients he already had at his house.

You chuckle. “Really? Cause I’m sweating bullets dude. Everytime it gets this hot I get-like- a little sweat mustache on my upper lip.”

Unwarranted information, but potentially endearing?

“Well-I-” His voice drops for a sec. “...You still look nice.”

“++More than nice…++”

You pop up behind him playfully, he jumps a bit.

“How much more?”

“Y-you heard that one?”

“Yes and I’m flattered.”

“Thanks for being ch-chill about this.”

“Well obviously. I’m the coolest ever.”

He smiles at your over-exaggeration.

You walk past him and open up your pantry to pull out the rest of the materials. You speak while setting stuff on the kitchen counter.

“I didn’t know you were into metal.”

“Hm?” He looks down at his shirt. “O-oh! Yeah! B-big fan. People say it-it’s surprising. ‘Cause I look-act like this.”

“I kinda get it. A lot of goth fans look intimidating but then you talk to them and they’re the nicest people ever. Ooh! Now that you actually have a place to wear your other clothes, we should totally find a day to customize them. Have you heard of bleach painting? That could be cool.”

You finish pulling out the wet ingredients and you lightly move him over to grab a bowl from the cabinet underneath him.

“O-oh yeah! That does sound cool-fun.”

You make the mistake of looking up at him after grabbing it and he looks down at you in return.

His black shirt clings to every move he makes. The slick material hugs him in a way his wetsuit doesn’t. It’s mesmerizing. As your eyes trickle lower, you can see that his shorts do the same thing.

Emphasizing what really doesn’t need to be emphasized. You should feel embarrassed, but you don’t. Because you can practically feel his eyes gazing at you in a similar way.

No. You must be imagining it. But at the same time, one of his water droplets drips down onto your chest and you can swear he follows it as it curves down into your breasts.

You accidentally look into his eyes to check, but he swallows harshly and starts talking frantically.

“So you-let me show you-us how t-to make these des-brownies!”

You quickly rise with a vibrant flush and accidentally slam the bowl on the counter as you set it down.

“Yep! Agreed! Let’s do it!”

“Uh h-here, I’ll crack the-eggs. You get o-out the flour.”

“No problem!”

You walk into your pantry and peruse your second shelf until you find the big bag of flour. Usually you would’ve placed some in an easier-to-handle container, but you forgot about that when you bought it the other day. You lift it from the bottom with a heavy breath and try to keep it up with all your might. But your strength wasn’t one of the reasons you were hired at SDN.

“D-do you need h-help with that?”

“No I- (huff) -I got it-”

You’ve almost got a grip on it before your feet hit an inconveniently placed patch of water and you start falling. You’ve been in this situation before, but this time you grasp onto Herman’s shirt and he comes tumbling down with you.

You can’t see for a second because the flour douses itself all around you two, but the second you wipe your face you become aware of your predicament. Waterboy has fallen underneath you and you have him pinned with both hands near either side of his head. His goggles are at a tilt on his face. Since they’re covered in flour, he quickly takes them off and wipes his face so he can see what’s happening.

The moment he sees you on top of him, his breath gets heavier. His eyes wider. You’re not quite sure what to do. Your chests are pressed against each other, along with your groins. You can feel his chest going up and down, and if you really pay attention you can feel the pulse of his heart. Your faces are close enough that you can feel his breath.

Wow, his eyes are really pretty. They have the blue undertones of the wildest bluebird but the steely overtones of that bird being locked in a titanium vault that you just had to open. You’ve barely seen him without his goggles. You lean down a bit subconsciously. Even when his face is smudged with flour he looks gorgeous. He speaks with a lower voice than he means to.

“Star?”

You jump back and take your face away from him. Instead of laying on top of him, now you're sitting on top of him. Were you just about to kiss him? Did he notice?

Shit! What do you do? What do you do?

You notice the flour spilled on the flour, grabbing a handful and throwing it at his face as a hasty diversion.

Crap. You’re so stupid.

He pauses for a moment.

Coughs.

Then he calmly sits up and also takes a handful of flour from the flour, throwing it in your face as well. You let out a sharp breath from your nose, shoving the flour out of your nostrils before a smile appears on your face.

You start giggling to yourself. Hearing you laugh, he starts doing the same. And suddenly the two of you are both guffawing with no regard for awkwardness.

“N-now my face is covered! Wh-Why would you-”

“Well you got it in my nose! I look like the worst cokehead in the universe.”

“Me? Y-You spilled the b-bag!”

You stand up, setting the bag on the counter. Grabbing more from the floor.

“Spill this.” You toss more on him.

He coughs out the flour that enters his mouth, getting up and tossing some on you too.

This starts a war.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

10 MINUTES LATER

The two of you are having the messiest battle in the universe. Slinging flour at one another and totally obliterating your kitchen. The white powder coats everything, except, ironically, the bowl. You’re both laughing, but now you’re also determined to win.

You crouch behind your counter.

“You should give up! I have an advantage!”

“N-No way!”

A silence unexpectedly fills the room. You cautiously look over the counter.

“...Herm?”

Suddenly a bunch of flour lands in your hair from behind. You let out a playful shriek from the unexpected attack. The flour topples onto your face and you laugh, playfully pushing him in the chest.

“Fine you win! Now I’m all messy, are you happy?”

“...Well-”

“Woooow. Real mature.”

He just laughs in response. Music to your ears.

You look around at the annihilated kitchen.

“So much for brownies.”

“W-We can still m-make them! We can cl-clean while they bake.”

You grin.

“I’ll try not to trip this time.”

You step over a pile of flour and throw him a towel that you had draped over the bar of your oven. You also grab one and begin wiping your face off.

“I’ll win next time.”

“Th-This is happening a-again?”

“Maybe not for you. But you’ll never know when I’ll strike.”

“I-I’m terrified.” He jokes.

“You should be.” You say humorously. “Need me to clean off your goggles?”

“N-no, it’s probably fine. I-I can bake w-without them.”

“I can just look into your eyes then.” You jokingly flirt.

“I-I’m still not sure th-that you’ll see a-anything but flour.”

“Aww boo. Ruining my own ability to flirt.”

He lets out another huff of laughter.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

40 MINUTES LATER

You open the oven after you hear the pre-heating timer beep. You throw the pan of brownies in the oven, setting a timer, and collapsing near Waterboy on your plastic-covered couch.

You sigh and stretch.

“I have flour in places they shouldn’t be.”

“Th-This might actually be one-might be the d-driest I’ve ever been. Wish I-I didn’t have to b-be covered for it.”

“Heh.” You turn towards him with a smile. “It’s getting late. Do you want to stay over again?”

He pouts. “I-I totally would-I-love to, but my grandma-she-there’s an appointment-”

“Hey, it’s okay. Just thought I’d offer. If you need to go, do you want me to bring you the brownies at work tomorrow?”

“Th-That’d be great.”

You give him a hug as he gets up to leave.

“Thanks a-again for l-letting me come over.”

“It’s not a problem. I like when we hangout. See you tomorrow!”

“S-see you then.” He walks out of your apartment and you close it behind him with warmth.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

3 HOURS LATER

At this point, you’ve just started talking to him like he’s real. You know he isn’t, but he acts so much like Herman that you’re willing to excuse it and indulge yourself in some harmless delusion.

You land in the same house you saw in his pre-teen mind. Although now it’s rebuffed. New paintings, new photos, some newer wallpaper plastered on the wall. It’s cute. More adult. You see an older Waterboy on the wall and you call out for him.

“Herm!”

“Up here!”

You hear him calling from a room upstairs, you’re guessing it’s his. You race up the stairs and see him waiting for you in a doorway in the same outfit he adorned from today.

You run up to him, softly but quickly grabbing his face and pressing his lips to yours. He seems shocked at first, but then he melts into you. He cups your face and matches your pacing. But you hasten and grab a bit of his hair as well, pushing your tongue through the barrier his lips had given.

“Mmh!”

After a bit of making out, he pulls away and wheezes a bit.

“I- That was quick!”

“Sorry, but that outfit you’re wearing right now? How cute your laugh was? Your eyes? Come on. I am so pent up right now and all I want to do is relieve tension in a place where I don’t have to worry about the consequences of doing so.”

He rubs his flushed face with both of his hands as he talks through them.

“Yeah? Okay. Okay, okay, okay.”

“I didn’t mean to catch you off guard THIS much.” You grin.

“I was pent up too, just…not expecting that to be that quick. You’re still surprising me.”

“Need a second?”

He takes a deep breath.

“No. I’m fine.” When his hands drop, his face wears a dopey smile. “You can kiss me again.”

“If you insist.” You lean towards him (slower this time) and start making out with him in the way you were before.

He rests one hand on your neck and the other remains on your cheek. You on the other hand, pull yourself closer to his head with one hand and closer to his waist with the other.

The slightly lemony taste to his water makes it taste so good, so you keep ingesting more and more. Every time you do, you can hear him make muffled noises that scream ‘yes’. You know he likes it. Why, you’re not sure. But one could say that it’s the most refreshing sex you’ve ever had.

You exhale shallowly as he pulls away.

“Aren’t you (huff) gonna give me a room tour?”

“On it!”

He walks into the room and sits on his bed while you close the door and observe the surroundings. You wonder if this is what his room actually looks like.

His dresser and the alarm clock on top of it is covered in plastic. His blanket looks a bit too short for his height. But the rest of the room seems like it has voluntary choices. Lots of posters on the wall of various bands or superheroes. Some plants. A few action figures. It’s all so him. You should ask him some superhero questions in real life. You’d love to see him be so enthused talking about it.

“You didn’t mean an actual room tour, did you? Cause I totally can! I just thought you meant…sex.”

You gently push him to lay down on the bed before sitting on top of him.

“You read the situation right. Although I would love a room tour when I come over in real life.”

“Noted.”

You maneuver your head towards his neck and he tilts it so you have a better opening. Without his suit in the way, it’s much easier to give him imaginary hickies. You kiss, lick, suck, and occasionally bite his soft skin.

He’s learnt that you like it when he talks during sex. It’s so hot when he can hardly get through a word without moaning or his pitch getting higher and breaking. Letting you know just how much he’s affected by you.

“Mnn…You-This time (huff) feels more real with-ahh, with my room and all.”

You talk against his ear, nipping at it slightly.

“This time does feel real. Guess my brain really wanted to indulge me.”

“It hasn’t (huff) so far?”

You bite at his neck again and a squeal gets caught in his throat..

“Sassy.”

You feel underneath his shirt with your hands, skin to skin. Every time you feel him, it’s slightly different. It’s like you can’t memorize him completely in dreamland. You wish you could. However, his skin stays consistent. Soft, wet, and warm. You wish he could wrap his arms around you forever. Or stay pressed to your skin like when he fell on you today.

But you’ll settle for this.

“That’s (huff) good…really go-ahn-mn~”

“You’re so easy.” You tease while rubbing a circle around one of his nipples with your index finger.

He really likes being told what to do in your dreams, so you usually direct him and he follows. Otherwise he just squirms under the talent of your hands.

You lean down and kiss his cheek, pulling your fingers away.

“Take off my top now please.”

He huffs for a minute, shaking a bit as he sits up happily and starts addressing your clothing.

You raise your arms up as he takes off your shirt and your bra, clumsily rubbing against your sides while doing so.

“This-It’s always nice when we do this.”

“Seeing me naked or just the fake sex in general?”

“All of it.”

He kisses down your neck with patience and you let out a few soft groans. However, you can feel him getting more and more hesitant with each kiss. When he finishes, he stares at you for a moment. It’s subtle, but you can tell he wants something. So you ask.

“Is everything okay? We can go slower if you want. I know I kinda rushed into this tod-”

“No. It’s fine! I like it. It’s… I don’t want to be selfish. I mean, I don’t even know if I can be considering this is in my head. But can you maybe tell me something to make this more real?”

“More real?”

“It’s-I know it’s just my head. But like last time, we don’t get to cuddle afterwards and I’m not learning anything about you. I don’t want the image of you in my head to be interpreted as only…sexual. You’re better than that.”

Well he really does act like the real Waterboy. You’re not quite sure why your brain brought this upon you now though. You can’t say it doesn’t make your heart beat faster, but you don’t want to make this into a therapy session. This is your brain, there’s no point to that.

But the way he’s looking at you, real or fake, makes you want to indulge him just a bit.

So you say your real name.

“Huh?”

“It’s my real name. Not my hero one. I think…that’s all I really want to reveal for tonight. I don’t really see the point in anything else.”

He holds your hand in his and kisses you again. A smaller peck this time.

“It’s really pretty. It suits you.”

You give him a kiss back.

“Thank you.”

“I guess I’ll see how accurate I am if I ever actually learn it.”

You don’t want to decipher things today. Why your brain acts like this. Why you do irrational things when it comes to him. If you want this to be real or if you don’t. If you’re actively making your existence harder. You just want to relieve yourself right now.

Part of the reason you don’t see Herm in real life and immediately ask for a kiss is because there’s this boundary between the two versions of him. You keep having this argument between yourself. ‘I wish this was real,’ and ‘I wish we could just stay friends and I could lose my feelings.’

You know he doesn’t want this in real life, how could he? And even if he somehow did, he wouldn’t want a relationship. YOU wouldn’t want one. Well, maybe you would, but you would know better. You’re not suited for that stuff. You don’t want to hurt him. As you’ve imprinted into your head time and time again.

Right now you only want sex.

“Lift your arms up.”

You pull his shirt over his head and kiss down his chest like there’s no tomorrow. Gently pushing him so he’s laying back down. You can tell he’s caught a bit off guard by it, but he doesn’t mind the returning speed you had from when you started the dream. He arches into you and whines until you reach his waist band. You quickly pull off both his underwear and his shorts.

“You-wow-okay!”

You lean down, shoving your tongue in his throat as he eagerly responds to you. When you pull away with a string of saliva, you decide to waste no time. You pull off your bottoms as well.

He looks down at your genitals and back up at you.

“It’s…Is everything okay?”

“Am I going too fast for you?”

“No-”

“Then everything is fine. Like I said, I’m just really pent up today.”

“Okay. If you’re sure.”

You can skip the step where he eats you out and lubricates your pussy. Instead, you get on top of him. Slowly sinking down onto his dick as half of your bad thoughts seem to disintegrate to focus on the action at hand.

“Mnnph~”

“Mhm…”

You give yourself a moment to adjust, resting your forehead on his collar bone as he tries not to move.

Both of you breathe heavily and rest for a moment before you kiss his neck and sit up again. He jolts his hips.

“It’so mnn…good’”

You sigh and hold on to his hand.

“Mhm~”

Taking a deep breath, you begin to move your hips. Slowly going up and down on his length.

“Aah-ahnn-”

He arches into you. You bite your lip and continue as he penetrates deep inside of you. Although you certainly keep your composure more than he does. At this point he’s almost unintelligible besides a few small words that sneak out of his mouth.

But even in the happy haze you’re in, you notice that between some of the noises he’s saying your name. And each time, it gets slightly louder. Like you’re the only thing rattling his brain at the moment.

You can’t lie, you start thinking (in the happy state you’re in) that maybe it WAS a good idea to tell him your name. It’s certainly turning you on.

You grasp his hair and slightly pull.

“Say it again.”

He says it in a moan, sinking into the bed and jolting his hips once again. You cup his face in your hand.

“That’s perfect.”

You drag your thumb over his lips as you press down on his groin. He opens his mouth and lets your thumb invade, sucking on it and looking up at you with needy eyes.

“Go ahead.”

“I…I can-”

“Mnn…Yes-Yes…(huff) now please!”

His hips move faster and you hasten as well. Feeling hits of pleasure that start deep inside you and dissolve throughout your entire body. You start to feel the pleasure building as you clench onto his hair.

And finally after a soft moan leaves your throat he practically screams your name and ejaculates inside you. Filling you with a stream of imaginary watered-down cum.

You sit for a few minutes, closing your eyes as you ride out the final waves. And immediately after, once again, everything goes black.-----------------------------------------------------------

THE NEXT MORNING

After you’re done waking up and stretching, you shower, blow dry your hair, change into some moveable clothing, and walk out of your bathroom ready to start another normal workday.

You walk out of your bathroom and take the saran-wrapped brownies, putting them in your bag and setting it on the side table near the door while you put on your shoes.

It’s a sunny day out.

If you have learned anything from last night and the past few weeks, it’s that the best thing to do is keep moving and worry about your problems later. Things have been going fine outwardly, so if you can just pretend inwardly, everything is going to be okay!

You walk out of the door.

You don’t need to be a nervous wreck.

You hop on the bus.

You don’t need to be anxious.

You walk into the SDN building.

All you need to do is keep moving forward and everything will be fine.

Coupé walks past you, tapping you on the shoulder.

“We’re having a meeting.”

You put some pep in your step to catch up with her.

“What for?”

“I believe Blazer is just going over another HR presentation.”

“Ugh. I was so ready to get onto the field today too.”

“Hopefully it’s quick.”

You walk into the breakroom with Coupé and sit down near Herman, the only other one in the breakroom. If he can help it, he usually gets to places early. You nudge him on the shoulder and whisper in his ear.

“Oh, before the rest of the group gets here-” You pull out the brownies and set them near him on the floor. “I thought they’d devour them so I kept them in my bag.”

“O-Oh thanks! They-Are they good?”

“They’re stellar. Thanks for the recipe.”

“Th-Thanks for making them me-with me.”

You smile at him and quickly hide them again as you see everyone start packing themselves into the room and taking seats.--------------------------------------------------------------------

ONE HOUR LATER

Well geez was that meeting boring. When you heard ‘HR presentation’, you thought it’d at least entail a new one. But no, it’s the same regurgitated shit from the last corporate fiasco. And just like last time, you almost fell asleep.

Is Blazer even professional enough to give this presentation? You heard about her getting Robert drunk during his job offer.

Ugh whatever. You’re just glad the ‘Thanks for Listening!’ slide is being showcased. No one ever has any questions.

“I know everyone hates these presentations, but thanks for being attentive. Good luck on the field today.”

Blonde Blazer dismisses everyone and they start shuffling out of the room. You stand up and try to crack your back before deciding it’s not happening. Finally you can just get to work.

Everyone has left the room except Herman. He usually takes the extra time to wipe down the seat he sat on.

You would wait a bit longer, but you really want to get moving today. You’re in need of some action.

You speed walk to the door in an attempt to catch up with everyone else. That is, before you hear Herman’s voice.

“Oh h-hey (y/n) you-your bag, you left it here!”

What.

You turn around.

“What did you call me?”

Maybe you misheard.

“I-Sorry Star! Heh. It’s stupid, my dream-I had a dream and th-that was your real name. I-In the dream. Uh, but your bag-I have it.”

“What happened in the dream?”

“What?”

You move towards him with determined steps and your voice grows louder.

“Herman. What. Happened. In. The. Dream?”

He flushes and looks at you with wide eyes.

“It’s-No big. J-Just a…house tour. Why are y-you being so serious?”

“You’re lying to me. It wasn’t JUST a house tour.”

“No, I-” He tries to explain himself, but in the middle of his sentence, he pauses. His body freezes and he turns into a living statue. His face falls and he looks at you. Displaying an emotion you can’t decipher. “No-”

“Yes.”

“It-It can’t-”

“It is.”

“It’s-That’s-When-”

“The hospital. Fuck. That’s why it felt so real! I never get dreams like that, and that…”

He stares into your eyes, not knowing what to feel. But you can tell there’s something underlying everything.

And as your eyes lay into his, you can tell he sees it too.

He says your name again. He doesn’t stutter.

“-Can I-”

You stop him from saying anything else the moment your lips touch his.

They taste like lemon.