#Herbert west imagine

[xsevenwondersx]

You're alive.....it worked

Herbert west x Reanimated!reader

Herbert was pacing around. Waiting. Waiting for you to wake up. Dan was standing there arms crossed watching Herbert.

"Herbert....." Dan spoke low. Herbert quickly turned towards him.

"Don't!.....Don't you even say what you're going to say." Herbert's voice was stern. Herbert went back to pacing. "It'll work this time"

"You say that every time." Now Dan's voice was starting to get stern. "All they come back as is blood thirsty monsters" Dan points to your lifeless body on the couch. "Is that what you want her to become" Herbert stops his pacing to stare at your body. Dan walks over to Herbert. "Im sorry Herbert but it's facts.....your reagent doesn't work how it's intended to....." Dan walks away to his bedroom. Herbert stands alone still staring at your body. You're their friend. You understood him unlike others that just automatically label him a freak mad man. Herbert sigh deeply. He grabbed a blanket covered your body. Herbert thought of just burying you tomorrow. Herbert then went to his room.

The next morning the smell of breakfast filled the air of the house. Herbert sat up quickly confused on why he smells breakfast. He knows for a fact Dan doesn't make breakfast. Herbert slowly made his way out of his room. As he got to the living he noticed your body was gone causing his heart to stop for a few seconds. He proceeded his way towards the kitchen where he nearly fainted at the site before him. You. Alive standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "Y/n.......* Herbert stood still in his spot. You turn giving him a soft smile.

"Herbert Good Morning." You hold the spatula in your hand. "Feeling hungry i could make you a plate" you turn back towards the stove. Herbert walks closer still in shock to see you alive. As he got closer can still see some palness in your skin. He places a hand over yours causing you to stop to look at him.

"You're alive.....it worked" Herbert said low and soft. "You're here talking and moving fine fully normal....." Herbert smiles. His reagent worked properly. "What do you remember? How do you feel?"

"I feel fine only slight pain.....at first I didn't remember much then slowly it started to come back to me.....I remember what happened...." you look at him. Herbert looks at every inch of your face then your eyes.

"Im glad you're alive....." Herbert mumble. A tear went down his cheek. It shocked you. It would of shocked a lot of people. Herbert West showing emotions. For someone other than himself. Your hand went up to his face to gently wipe the tear from his cheek with your thumb.

(Hi im a little rusty on writing fics so I did my best I will be making another reanimated reader one that'll be a bit different.)

[droogiesanddiscourse]

“I’ll Fake God"

Pairing: Herbert West x GN!Reader [Re-Animator 1985]

Summary: A lab accident renders you on the brink of death with little to no hope for recovery. But Herbert isn't about to let the only person he's ever loved to leave his life so quickly.

Warnings: Body horror, death, the usual re-animator content.

A/N: we love the angst. Changing a little bit of the ending to re-animator (1985) to fit my sick little evil narrative. This was written in an odd dreamy like stream of consciousness thing im not exactly sure what this is or if its even good, but I hope you enjoy it.

Memento Mori. Remember that you will die.

When you feared monsters as a child, ones that hid in the deepest corners of your room, you would close your eyes and count to ten. The fear dissipating as your heart rate returned to normal, there was nothing that could hurt you in the first place.

Applying that same practice now, you squeeze your eyes shut; hoping to re-awake in the comfort and safety of your shared apartment. In bed. Waking up from a horrible, incredibly lifelike dream.

But the monsters were real, now. They walked among the same Earth you did. There was no escaping the re-animated monstrosities of flesh and bone that clawed it's way out of the dark makeshift laboratory deep within the basement. The sound of inhuman claws ripping through your flesh, right through your delicate insides.

It's not a dream.

The white coffee cup in your hand you brought for Herbert loosened from your grip, making a resounding crash on the concrete floor. Shattering into uneven pieces as the brown liquid pooled beneath your feet. You didn’t scream. Simply widened your eyes at the spectacle before you, as the monster’s hand continued to create a penetrating trauma; right through to the other side.

The way you looked up at Herbert will be permanently etched into his mind for the rest of his days; a mix of terror, shock, pain, and something else within your [e/c] orbs.

One that Herbert immediately recognized as betrayal.

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Herbert and Dan’s worried faces loom over you on the gurney as you are pushed through the Miskatonic University ICU. Your hand desperately clutched to your chest, doing little more than coating them with the blood gushing out of your open wound; painting the digits a bright red.

You didn’t dare to look down at it. If you couldn't see it, it wasn't real.

Metallic iron and antiseptic.

The faces of horrified onlookers parted the aisle like the red sea. Each of them blurred into a mirage of color, unrecognizable as they merged into a single entity. Your colleagues, friends, and professors surely spectating the horror no doubt.

What will they say about you in the morning paper, what photo will they use?

"I'm dying, oh god this is it isn't it? I'm dying, Herbert. I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm sorry”

You hold your bloodied hand up to the overhead fluorescent lights zooming by above you, marveling at the way the harsh light bounced of the ruby liquid. In other less dire circumstances, one might even find it beautiful. Your fingers grasp and coil in the air towards Herbert's direction, desperate to make skin-to-skin contact with the one you call your partner. Your palm presses flat against his cheek, transferring your sticky blood onto his flushed face.

“Shut up, [____], you’re not dying," he huffs out, the warble of uncertainty in his voice makes you doubt him. "Stop being dramatic." He presses his lips against the middle of your palm, giving the area a chaste kiss.

These usual terms of endearment do little to comfort you; having never seen Herbert look this concerned before. The most unhinged events he's encountered have simply been brushed off with ease; he is the only man to have stared down death in the eye and challenged its finality. Never in those intense moments did his eyebrows even dare raise in shock. You lull your head to the side, attempting to hold back a choked sob stuck within your throat.

"Is it bad?" you ask, your chest rising and falling as you let out a pathetic laugh. He doesn't even bother to respond. You know the answer anyways. You'll be entering oblivion tonight.

Pushing you into the empty examination room, Dan and Herbert already knew it was too late. They weren't quick enough, not fast enough. Your eyes glazed over as blood continues to pour from you -- trailing and spilling its way down the side of the now still gurney. A cascading river of crimson. Your arms were stuck with a crosswire of tubes, gathering your vitals. It seemed more a formality at this point, as your heart rate already starts to fade.

Dan, with all his optimism, understands any attempts to save your life would be futile at this point. Instead, his infinite mercy injects morphine into your iv bag - a type of drugged-out relief washing over you almost instantly. Kneeling next to you, he holds your hand as your labored breathing fades into short breaths as the medicine enters your veins. Still painful, yet not unbearable. Just enough to bring you comfort before your expiration.

"You're gonna be fine," he smiles, squeezing your hand. You don't have the heart to tell him he's lying. Instead, you just give him a closed mouthed smile back.

Euthanasia. What a beautiful word.

You can hear the rummaging of vials in between your haze, your stomach twisting as Herbert pulled out his precious container of re-agent. His facial features become illuminated by the sickly green glow emanating from the bottle, neon reflecting off of his wire rimmed glasses.

Herbert notices you staring at him, as he waves his hand in front of you, seeing your eyes already grow wide in fear. “It's okay, this won't hurt. You'll be okay in no time, back in our apartment, you just have to trust us-"

"Oh, no no no. NO. You've got to be fucking kidding me, Herbert. You're not doing that to [____!]" Dan interjects, jumping up from his kneeling position next to you. Lunging forward, Dan attempts to grab the liquid. Doing what should have always been done.

Where it should have gone the first time Herbert played God.

Smashed onto the floor into a million fucking pieces.

But Herbert's too quick, as he moves backwards away from Dan's rather pathetic attempt. He cradles his potion like a newborn baby, holding it to his chest for dear life. Lips pressed together into a harsh line; his eyes aflame with fury. "It's the only way Dan. This, or we lose them forever."

Dan stares stunned at his partner, his eyes welling. "You want to turn them into one of those monsters, Herbert? Is that what you want? You want [____] to turn into a snarling, disgusting reanimated beast? Because that's what will happen! That's what happened every FUCKING time before, Herbert! I know you want things to be different but you can't save them. I-I'm sorry," his voice waivers as a sob threatens to steal his voice. "It's not working. At least the way you want it to."

"NO. That's not true. It's different! B-Because this time it's a fresh body, Dan! It will work," Herbert explains, hands shaking, barely getting the needle to plunge into the green fluid. "It's different!! It's different this time because...because it's THEM, Dan! Don't you understand? It has to be different!"

Dan shakes his head solemnly. "But it won't be, Herbert. No matter how much you love them."

"Is that truly what you think? What if it was Megan, Dan? Wouldn't you do the same for her? Give a second chance to the person you love the most, breath new life into what was lost?"

Silence.

"Look me in the eyes right now and tell me you wouldn't. This is what we've worked so hard for, Dan. We will eradicate death altogether. There will be no more suffering, no more pain. No more grief."

He wouldn't admit Herbert was right.

"I can't lose anyone else, Dan," he emotionlessly states, turning his gaze towards you.

"Herbert, please," you beg desperately, a gargle from the blood invading your airways makes your speech difficult to understand. There wasn't much time left.

“You're a monster, Herbert."

“And you’re a hypocrite, Dan,” he spits coldly, flicking the tip of the syringe with his middle finger. “I don’t need your moral superiority interfering with this."

With what little strength you have left, you push yourself to the corner of the gurney, cowering with fear as he stalks towards you. You feel like a lab rat, as Herbert stands before you with an emotionless gaze.

This isn't what love was supposed to feel like.

“Don’t. You promised...you wouldn’t." You feel the cold metal of the needlepoint run against the delicate flesh of your inner arm, and you jump. Your sobs of pain slowly materialize into ones of pure terror. "Don't turn me into one of those creatures! Please!"

The pleads fall hopelessly on deaf ears as every ounce left of your body thrashes in protest, fists weakly hitting against his chest. Your voice hitting a shrill octave that was unfathomable and almost out of the human sound waves. Dan turns his head, unable to bear witness.

"PLEASE, PLEASE HERBERT LET ME DIE. PLEASE!!!"

This was for your own good. You couldn't leave him now, not yet. There was so much more to accomplish, so much more that you had to experience together. You are the exception.

Reversed human decay. Memento Vivere. Remember that you must live.

Your clinical death was called at quarter to twelve.

You rose again at midnight.

[lightofthemoonglow]

For the nsfw head cannons: herbert having a thing for nurses outfits and when his partner/interest wears his lab coat

(i couldn't figure out how to combine these, so it's two little posts in one!)

nurse outfit:

It's such a silly fantasy, Herbert knows it because he sees nurses every day and they don't wear anything like what you have on now. But there's something oddly compelling about it. Maybe it's the perversion of such a noble profession, but he enjoys the sight of the crisp white fabric taut against your skin, how it reveals everything even before you bend forward. It makes him ache as you brush a hand against his cheek, your voice syrupy sweet as you ask if it hurts. He gasps instead of answering as you wrap a hand around his erection, your sweet voice informing him that you're going to make it all better.

lab coat

It's a poor fit, if it was to be used for the intended purpose. But you're not using it for that, it's the only thing you're wearing as you lay on Herbert's rarely used bed, waiting for him to join you. He's just taking in the sight of you in the only clothing item that actually matters to him. The lab coat is almost a second skin and it's on you, so it's as if he's the one on you, enveloping your body. It excites him in a way that he once found dreadful, but now, he finally understands the appeal.

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it

[lostgirlfandom]

Horror Masterlist

Poly!Ghostface

Billy

Stu

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Herbert West

[omniuravity]

@fatgumsurpremacy-remastered

More of our boy

Hey! I love your writing so much, you have such a unique way of presenting each slasher oh my god I live for it. I was wondering, what kind of kinks do you think Herbert would have? (I may, or may not have binged all three re-animators in one go recently)

WOO Thanks for liking my writing! And I appreciate the Slammin compliment on how I present each slasher!

Note - Herbert being a whore for Oral isn't a new headcanon. I read it once and you know what? I fully agree with it!

Herbert West x Gender Neutral Reader (one is Female Reader)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Underthecut - NSFW, Gagging, Medical Play, Impregnation, Voyeurism

Blowjobs (Gagging)

Herbert rocked his hips back and forth, throaty groans bubbled forth as your warm and wet mouth sucked him off with precision and skill.

"Dirty thing, I was busy," He hissed through his teeth, "My work..fuck, d-damn you." He throws his head back as you wrap a hand around his cock, mouth working in tandem with your strokes. "Just wa-want me t-to-Ah!" He runs his hands over your hair, pushed his cock down your throat.

Spit trailed down your chin, you gurgled and gripped his thigh. You moan as his cock pulsed inside, his hot seed shot against the back of your throat. He slumped over you, your nose is buried in his dark pubes. "Good, God...what you do." He choked as he pulled out. His cock softened as he tucked it back into his slacks.

You stayed on your knees, lip quivered as you looked up at him.

Herbert carded a hand through his hair, "What? Oh was it good for me?" He asked, a sardonic smile as you nodded, "Yes, it was. Now leave, I am awfully busy."

Medical play

Your nerves were shot. Body trembled as the metal of the table felt as if you were laying upon ice.

Herbert rounded the table, his clammy fingers trailed up your leg, dipped along hips, "A good test subject," He groped your chest, frowned as you reacted by arching your back into his touch, "Remains still." He slapped your chest. Face turned away as you whined.

"Honestly, you wanted this with me." He said flatly as he turned back with a speculum in his hand. "The least you could do is play along. Now!" He lubed up the tool, "Try to remain quiet, I promise to be as gentle as I can."

Your eyes widened as you saw a wicked sneer on his face, his blue eyes dark as he looked upon yours.

Impregnation (Female Reader)

Herbert cursed you, he never wanted kids. Never will. But whenever you begged to fill him up, begged to stuff you full. His primal brain went into overdrive.

"Make you swollen." He growled, "Ah, be me, me who changes your body." You sunk his teeth into your neck, tongue licked the bruise, "Do what you're meant to do, biologically."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, shallowing his movements into you warmth. "Do it, Herbie."

He glared at you, "Herbie." He mocked. He placed his hand on the back of your neck, forced your head up, "Look at that, that's my cock making you feel good." He slammed forward, his cock hitting deep, you keened, "See, now hurry and cum. I have to be at the hospital soon."

Pet Play

Herbert busied himself with his work. Paper after paper held his attention.

"Hm, Herbie." You nuzzled your head on his lap.

"Busy, kitten." He said flatly.

You frowned, hand-squeezed his thigh, "So lonely, Herbie."

"Pet's don't talk, kitten." He glanced down. An exasperated sigh as he saw the tears well up in your eyes. "Fine." He pulled you up in a huff, ignored the kiss you placed on his cheek.

"Am I a good, pet?"

Herbert blinked as he went back to his work, "You're fine." He tenderly rubbed the top of your head, fixed the ears on your head, "There."

Voyeurism

Herbert collected a wad of spit in his mouth, spat it out on his cock. He jerked himself, mouth slack-jawed as he watched Dan go at it with his newest girlfriend.

He didn't care much for her, she was pretty, had a nice body one could admire on a primal level.

He watched Dan, how his forearms flexed as his hands gripped her hips. His face was in concentration as he focused his attention on her face. How his balls contracted as he picked up speed.

Herbert bit his hand as his legs shook, his balls tightened as a rush washed through him. His cum sprayed onto the floor and over his hand.

He sniffed, his own cum had a distinct smell. He slinked away, a morose sense of shame washed over him.

[periwinklefemur]

[theoldkyokodied]

Hey, think fast (throws even more danbert doodles at your face)

Edit: DISCLAIMER: Before you decide to watch Re-Animator, make  sure to check for content warnings, there is a scene that a lot of  people choose to skip!

[pummelingbat]

I Wanna Be Your Dog 2

[its-kinda-snowy]

Set in silence we begin Companions in an empty room I taste their victory and sin

[mofroggery]

more reanimator stuff :)

[horror-aesthete]

[starryd0ll]

𝐑𝐔𝐍_𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒.𝐄𝐗𝐄

_𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒_ : i know my posting schedule has been totally fucked lately so i decided to release my plans for upcoming fics and what’s currently in the drafts rn!

_𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎_: this is a list of upcoming fics, headcanons, and ask answers! once they are posted they will be linked to this post. any fics that have been scraped will be crossed out! if you’d like for those fics to be continued please tell me in my inbox! also they more than likely won’t be released in this specific order!

𝐑𝐔𝐍_𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.𝐓𝐗𝐓

_𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒_

File_1. Dry Humping w/ Jeff the Killer, Ben Drowned, Habit & Eyeless Jack ; 18+

File_2. Knifeplay w/ Habit ; 18+ [Requested]

File_3. Bitchy!reader w/ Jennifer Check & Ginger Fitzgerald [Requested]

File_4. Bubbly!reader w/ Amber Freeman, Tiffany Valentine, Jennifer Check & Maxine Minx [Requested]

File_5. Poly!Ghostface x Jennifer Check x Ginger Fitzgerald x Reader

File_5. Living in the Horror House w/ everyone

_𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒_

File_1. Habit x Kidnapped!reader ; primal kink, prey/predator dynamics, 18+ [Requested]

File_2. Older!Tiffany Valentine x Young!reader ; dub con, age gap dynamics, 18+ [Requested]

File_3. Sub!Herbert West x Dom!reader ; bondage, dom/sub dynamics, 18+ [Requested]

File_4.Jennifer Check x afab!reader ; grinding, 18+ [Requested]

_𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒_

File_1. Obsessed!reader x Chucky ; masturbation, doll fucking, 18+

File_2. StepBro!Ethan Landry x StepSis!reader ; stepcest, 18+

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Slashers - "I wanna baby"

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Warnings:

Mentions of baby stealing

Characters:

Billy Loomis, Stu macher, Ethan Landry, Norman Bates, Tiffany Valentine, Art the clown, Herbert West, Brahms Heelshire, Patrick Bateman, Spencer Charnas

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🎃Billy Loomis:

• he'd look at you like you were insane

• "we have school"

🎃Stu macher:

• "what to like hang out with?"

• you'd have to explain that no you want his baby

• he'd probably be down to have kids

🎃Ethan Landry:

• "but I have econ"

🎃Norman Bates:

• he'd be excited his mother on the other hand probably not

• he'd be a great dad though if.......you make it to having his kid

🎃Tiffany Valentine:

• she'd be so happy

• "yes of course sweet face!"

• then she'd probably steal a baby

🎃Art the clown:

• I feel he'd either be confused

• he'd be like "we already got her" (the pale little girl)

• or he'd do what Tiffany does and steal a baby

🎃Herbert West:

• he'd probably look at you like your crazy

🎃Brahms Heelshire:

• "but I'm your baby"

• he'd be kinda confused

• and ask why your trying to replace him

• then you'll have to explain that no your not trying to replace him but you want his baby

• he'd still probably be confused

🎃Patrick Bateman:

• he probably not really care

• he'd help you make the baby but idk how much of a parent he'd be to the child

🎃Spencer Charnas:

• I think he'd be happy

• he'd probably be a good dad

• lots of horror themed baby clothes

[lightofthemoonglow]

Omg for the kink headcanon request! Can I request Herbert West with a fem reader who likes thigh riding or maybe being spanked? 💕✨ (totally understand if u wanna do gen reader if not comfortable with fem reader either way thank you so much!)

(sorry for taking so long, it's been a crazy time)

It's about that feeling of control, of having total power over both your pain and your pleasure. Herbert feels that rush of sheer power when you're like this. Either straddling his thigh, weak and whimpering, shivering because the cold air of the lab is hitting your naked body or you being bent over his thighs, steeling yourself for the next blow. It excites him, knowing that you can't come, that relief won't come until he allows it. Until he glides his fingers between your legs and tsks at the wetness and makes you beg for it.

[pyramidofmice]

thinking about autism and Herbert West and damn that man has a strong sense of justice. Disrupting class because he believes the teacher isn't respecting the principles of scientific study; How absolutely devastated he is when he sees Dr Hill stole his research (my woooork!! 😭); etc etc. This man can watch horrendous violence unfold right in front of him and not bat an eye, but if he read an article about an important research project getting cancelled because of underfunding he'd be screaming crying throwing up

[holofizz]

my distraction for today.

If I tried to flesh it out I'd lose track on everything else I'm supposed to be doing...