#Herbert west x reader

[bubbysawyer]

how the slashers sleep (with reader)

billy lenz:

stares. he stares at you a lot. he can't sleep...well, or often.

WILL trap you in a snare of limbs when he eventually does fall asleep. you may not escape until he is ready

clingy. clingy, clingy, clingy. clingy. you're his, deal with it

probably talks in his sleep?

wakes up a lot and wakes you up in the process; but it's normal and you just kiss his head and will him back to sleep.

brahms heelshire

his sleep schedule is mandatory, duh, so. you're going to sleep when he does or he'll throw a fit

he's an honestly very cuddly man when it comes to you. he loves you, he's glued to you, he's addicted to you

he LOVES waking up with you in the morning and going to the kitchen for breakfast (that you make)

he absolutely disrupts you making breakfast with kisses

jason voorhees

he's undead, he doesn't sleep, but he pretends for you!

he loves watching you sleep, he strokes your hair and sighs to himself about how beautiful you look

might doze-not-sleep with you next to him. you soothe him.

he makes breakfast before you get up. he's a master of making breakfast.

the collector/asa emory

tells you how much he cherishes you as his favorite pet (probably giving you physical gratification as well) before lying beside you

very into cuddling you. touching you in general.

WILL NOT sleep until he makes you feel special. no negotiation.

sleeps like a stone. you cannot wake this man yourself, but he does wake up for other things...such as alarms.

makes you an amazing breakfast in the morning.

this man essentially worships you as his little pet, and he is your beloved master.

chop top sawyer

will most likely want to make out

music. at least two albums before be can get tired, this dude is god damned Energy As Hell and music helps him get tired/relax

...might try and grope you a bit, so, uh.

falls off the bed a lot, usually head-first. does not wake up at all. hope you like seeing your boyfriend snoring upside down with his face on the floor bc that's your normal morning

pyramid head

will just look at you. he doesn't sleep. does he?

BUT he loves lying down with you in a soft mattress. it's nice on his back.

he WILL at least try to shove his weird, long tongue into your mouth bc that's...how he kisses you, so

he might doze off a bit for a while

purrs in his sleep when he feels you hold him

any noise in the night will alarm him and you will probably have to grab his arm or w/e to keep him inside. it is safest inside; but it is hard for him to relax bc he does not want any threat around you

herbert west

goes to bed at a certain time or a random time due to him being a workaholic freak

showers each night, puts on his night clothes

kisses you deep and tugs you tightly to him, muttering into your ear just how much he needs you, how much he wants you here

he knows he's...like how he is, and in the past he did not make it clear how much he NEEDS you with him

sleeps on his back but ends up tangled up with you in like 45 minutes.

he talks in his sleep. not loudly, he literally mutters his own notes.

[bl00d1nk]

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​🇨​​🇭​​🇦​​🇷​​🇦​​🇨​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​​🇸​: brahms heelshire, patrick bateman, herbert west

​🇼​​🇦​​🇷​​🇳​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​​🇸​: slashers ofc, brahms lack of hygiene, brahms being possesive, brahms stalking you basically,patrick being a dick, vauge nsfw in patricks, dead people obvi, body snatching, also not read over so if theres any mistakes whoopsies

​🇦​​🇺​​🇹​​🇭​​🇴​​🇷​​🇸​ ​🇳​​🇴​​🇹​​🇪​: first time writing for slashers omds + writing for the first time properly in like a year so teehee also lemme know if you want this for other slashers :PPP also i tried to write this v gn but idk if i acc did so pls gimme suggestions on how to keep everything in my writing inclusive plsss!!! also if ur wondering what "w/" means it just means with im just too lazy to write with teehee

¬𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙷𝙼𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙴¬

𖦹 stinky

𖦹 i dont mean that in a funny way like this man fucking REEKS

𖦹 this means you will have to get him to wash himself

𖦹 only perk of that is showering n bathing w/ him, its a real big part of your relationship

𖦹 he likes it because hes close to you and it gives him a lot of comfort and feels really cared for if you wash his hair for him + likes the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp

𖦹 he likes leaving things he thinks you'll like all around the house

𖦹 he found a crusty ass ring he'll think you'll like?KABOOSH!!!!! its on the bathroom counter

𖦹 he also doesn't take too kindly to anyone you talk to that isn't him, he gets really jealous n upset over that

𖦹 this makes him extremly bratty unfortunately

𖦹 prepare for him being in the walls and banging on them for hours on end to piss you off and placing that stupid doll everywhere just to get a scare out of you

𖦹 will literally refuse to do anything for you

𖦹 buttt you can make it up to him by telling him theres nothing to worry about n making him a wee sandwich + giving him kisses, easy peasy squeeze the lemon (im really hoping some of yous got that reference)

𖦹 brahms also likes cuddling

𖦹 a lot

𖦹 you're sitting down reading or on your phone? not without him on your lap nuzzing into your neck having a wee nap

𖦹 you might end up with dead legs by the end of it but hey! it was worth it

𖦹 probably......

𖦹 he just stares at you a lot but dw! not in a creepy way (from his perspective at least), he's just admiring your beauty

𖦹 really likes it when you read to him + it puts him to sleep

𖦹 also loves it when you brush his hair, surprise surprise it also puts him to sleep

𖦹 CLINGY!!!!!!!!! so very very very very CLINGY

𖦹 if you leave the room for a second he will follow doesnt matter if he knows where you're going he will follow

𖦹 gets so upset if you leave during cuddling even if its to pee

𖦹 he will whine n grasp n tug at what you're wearing in an attempt to get you to stay w/ him

𖦹 the time he spends following n watching you could be stalking atp

𖦹 seperation anxiety? he knows her, very well

𖦹 will cry if you leave the house until you come back, n the moment you do he practically jumps you, crying and wailing into your shoulder begging you not to leave him ever again

𖦹 will have no intentions of letting go of you for the rest of the day

𖦹 he also really like sleeping in the same bed w/ you

𖦹 he likes that he knows you're there, you can tuck him in, read to him, cuddle him, give him forehead kisses n comfort him in case he has a nightmare or vice versca

𖦹 n e ways 8.5/10 -1 for stinkyness, -0.5 for well him being him ig

¬𝙿𝙰𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙽¬

𖦹 before i get into this one i actually hate patrick bateman w/ a burning passion for very obvious reasons so i struggled HARD w/ this

𖦹 alr so we all saw that les mis poster in the opening scene so he deffo would bring you along to watch any high end musicals w/ him

𖦹 SKINCARE!!!!!!!!! he has a whole ass ROUTINE which he will explain to you in great detail and explain why the water has to be a certain temp n why this needs to be put on this way n that needs to be put on that way

𖦹 would let you do skincare on him but beware that he will check the entire ingredients list before you put it on his face

𖦹 its rather boring to listen to but he looks so proud of himself while explaining it, how could you not listen?????

𖦹 he spoils you rotten like its acc so bad

𖦹 you wanted those fancy ass pairs of shoes? they're already in your hands

𖦹 you want a reservation at dorsia? you've got one

𖦹 you literally want anything in the world? you'll have it before you even know you want it

𖦹 he obviously doesn't like people apart from himself so when he found the slightest bit of attraction to you he immediatley became infatuated with you and your life

𖦹 why were you making him feel this way? how were you making him feel this way? was it sorcery? was he going insane? yeah

𖦹 suprise suprise this did lead him to asking you out which led you up to here getting whatever you want

𖦹 hes a jealous fucker i can tell you that

𖦹 especially when he sees you within a 6ft distance of paul allen

𖦹 he storms over and makes some passive aggresive comment toward the two of you and then tries to keep himself cool w/ some swanky inner monologue and eventually drags you away because he "needed to talk to you"

𖦹 spoiler alert, he didn't

𖦹 all this leads to is some rather lewd acts back at his apartment as he tries to reassure himself that he's much better than paul allen and taunts you asking if you think paul allen could make you feel this way

𖦹 rants on to you about his music collection and explains how he thinks this song led them to stardom and someone was an idiot for not releasing this and that as a single and not putting these songs in this album and yadayadaya

𖦹 great if you actually are bothered to listen to him rant on for ages horrific if you aren't, gets quite offended if you don't show much interest in his music

𖦹 i get if if you don't tho, its really something...

𖦹 we all know this man is a complete germaphobe so be absolutley horrifically aware of that unless you fancy getting yelled at

𖦹 he love love LOVESS watching texas chainsaw massacare with you, he loves it when you twos just sit there in silence and cuddle while watching people get brutally attacked n chased, how romantic!

𖦹 finds it funny when you grimace or go 'oh my god' at any brutal scene in it

𖦹 touchy

𖦹 v e r y t o u c h y

𖦹 at any public event he always has a hand snaked around your waist or has his arm linked in yours

𖦹 even in is apartment he still has that hand snaked aorund your waist

𖦹 not a fan of kissing bc he's a germaphobe but because he knows were you've been most of the time he dislikes it a little less

𖦹 prefers giving forehead kisses tho as its quick and much more hygenic than lips

𖦹 god that was tough to write but overall, 7.5/10, -2.5 for being himself. i hate him too much to give him a better rating so ja

¬𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃¬

𖦹 i am so horrendously excited to write this because for the last like 4 days i have not stopped thinking about reanimator, i eat sleep breath the franchise, and herbert west is such a giggle so teehee

𖦹 alright if you're not in the science field or have any connection to dan hes probably not going to take an interest in you as you're not one of his areas of interest

𖦹 if you are in the category of herbert wests interests well done! he tolerates you

𖦹 like patrick would notice how weird he felt around you and would probably blame it on 'primal urges' ew

𖦹 he would most likely ignore them until he can't, and it eventually all bubbles over and he just can't resist inviting you to his basement of wonders

𖦹 he just watches you intently the entire time your there much like brahms does, also not in a creepy way (in his eyes) just admiring you

𖦹 he probably goes on a rather detailed explanation of his work and what he did to get here

𖦹 if you ever feel a lil faint abt all that stuff he just puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder cuz hes a lil awkward

𖦹 lowkey enlists you alongside dan to go steal bodies and experiment on them

𖦹 if you ever get attacked by one of the re-animated he literally doesn't leave your side, mainly to see the severity of your injuries to examine the strength of the reanimated and the other tiny bit because he cares for you

𖦹 has shit talking sessions about dr hill w/ you, it mainly consists of him getting rather heated over the fact he plagiarizes his work and ya know the whole 6-12 mins thing

𖦹 is very clingy with you when dr hill is around as he doesn't want him to make any creepy ass remarks about you so he sticks to your side like he sticks to his research

𖦹 really appreciates is when you cook for him as he's a total basement dweller and doesn't leave it for food

𖦹 so lets say you actually did make something for him he would be really surprised and would be rather amused that you care enough to make him something and he'll gladly eat it

𖦹 also doesn't sleep a lot, so if and when he comes up from the basement he will be taking a nap on you

𖦹 speaking of him taking naps, he'll just plonk on top of you when he wants to take a nap so

𖦹 yay!!!

𖦹 like patrick with music herbert will rant on about science to you

𖦹 at any time, like you could be in bed ready to finally sleep and then he starts rambling about the R.E.M cycle and how benificial sleep is for the body yet he gets absolutley NONE

𖦹 isn't very good at expressing affection for you bc he's herbert so those naps and his rants are actually his way of showing he rlly likes you

𖦹 kissing isn't his favourite thing in the world bc of germs and stuff, so he presses quick kisses to your forehead, nose and cheek such a gentleman

𖦹 but, when herberts all whiny and annoyed at life he will be down for a cheeky make out sesh

𖦹 he gets very flustered after it which is pretty funny to watch so he usually distracts himself with science

𖦹 i genuinely couldn't tell you if he would use petnames or not

𖦹 will use your name 99.9999999999% of the time, just maybe will call you darling

𖦹 just maybe.....

𖦹 n e ways dunno what else to write so 8.9/10, -1.1 for being a body snatcher ig

omds that was so hard and I was gonna add more characters but i kinda got lazy but PLEEEAAAASSEEEE lemme know what you guys thought ty :3

[marksbear2]

do you know Herbert west? If so could I please PLEASE get Herbert west with top reader? :)

Herbert west x top male reader

⚠️Warnings!!— Top reader!! SMUTT, bent over, size difference, slutted out Herbert, mocking, teasing, rough, kissing and affectionate, making out. And etc.⚠️

The table shook as well of the empty science equipment that was on the table some items falling and making clinging noises as well something probably breaking from the table getting shook and pushed.

The scientist was bent over the said table, Hebert was still halfway clothed with his pants and boxers pulled down also his his lab coat getting held up so ass is fully visible. Two hands held Herbert by his waist moving and holding him down higher to the table.

Herbert’s feet couldn’t touch the ground, his pants and boxers hanged on his ankles. His mind was cloudy. Occasionally his own shoes would rub against your own shoes and legs. The very tip of his shoe could touch the floor but he couldn’t even focus on any of that.

Hebert was moaning with each thrusted he received as his latest project with chemicals and such were rolling on the table and some crashing on the ground. 

Did he care? Very much, but he couldn’t even focus properly on anything besides the man that’s pounding inside of him. He was infatuated with it all. Thrusting in and out of him, Hebert was hypnotized by your cock and he loved every second of it.

The feeling of your cock deep is what all he cares about. He feels your cock hitting and moving against his walls which each of your thrust wanting to go deeper then the last.

The way you made his body compare to an child with yours. You made him feel small, and tiny. Especially the way your cock pounds into his small tight ass.

Hebert’s glasses loosely hanged on the crook of his nose as well he tugged the ends of his own sleeve. 

“Fuc—!!~ ngh!~ Did you know that��“ Your large hand covered his mouth before he could spit out whatever fact he knew about the human body.

His moans got muffled with your hand covering and holding his mouth shut.

You firmly but gently push down Hebert’a head down on the table as you thrust your cock inside him deep. Though you were about balls deep, you felt it wasn’t deep enough. 

Your cock deeply buried inside of him. You could hear whining and whimpering falling from his lips as you thrusted faster and faster. With your hips snapping back and forth in a rhythm. Herbert held onto the cluttered table as he gasped and whined around the feeling of your cock. He couldn’t give a damn if anyone just happens to walk inside and see you two like this.

He was so high off the pleasure it’s like he lost his mind.

“Hgnh!~ ahhHh.” Herbert let out a shaky moan as your stretch his hole as well his walls. “Can you take it? Wanna go faster huh?” You whisper into his ear as you pushed him higher on the desk. You slowly pull out of him and carefully and firmly a as switch Herbet’s position instead of bending him over you sit him down on the two of you being face to face.

“Answer me, I said can you take it? Do you wanna go faster.” You ask rubbing the tip of your cock back to his open wet hole.

Herbert opens his mouth to respond but the words are his throat are choked and comes out as just incoherent sounds. You pull off the pants and boxers that was at Herbert’s ankles and so you could move his legs around more freely.

“Ah— y….I-I.” Herbert’s face got even more warm as he’s flustered as you tilted your head and gave him a smirk. You let out a mocking chuckle before taking him by the inside of his thighs spreading his knees apart. “Use your words, doctor. His flustered face got even more flustered which each word you spoke to him.

“…Yes I can take it…I’ll be your good boy. I’ll take your cock like a good boy.” He said with an overwhelmed and submissive voice. 

His voice was shaking and nervous as he watched you open his legs and get in between them. You wrap your arms around his lower back pressing your chest against his own. His breaths got more and more heavy as he tried to move down lower so your cock can be against his hole:

You easily move inside and went back to fucking him. His legs sprawled open for your as you thrust yourself deeper inside his walls.

Herbert’s hair was getting stuck to his face as his body began to sweat. The collar to his button up was loosely done as the tie was loose around the collar. He had soft but doe like eyes. His mouth slowly hanged open as he panted as if some kind of out of breath dog. 

He looked pathetic, and you loved it.

You stared down at him before messily and passionately kissing him. The kiss was sloppy and heated, but as we’ll desperate. His tongue moved and searched for yours as he licked against the cave of your mouth wanting to lick and feel each inch of your mouth.

Your body pressed him down more on the table as his back laid on the table with his legs perfectly apart for you to do as you please. The kiss still continued as it was hungry and passionate before you eventually breaking the kiss to bite and kiss his neck searching for the sensitive spots. You pulled and unbuttoned his shirt so you could have more access.

As your teeth and lips latched onto his neck and shoulders even collarbone you knew how he’ll probably throw a small little hissy fit about the bite marks and hickeys but as for the moment you couldn’t care less.

As you thrusted more and more faster and faster, Herbert knew he couldn’t hold off his orgasm any longer. Your cock pounding deep inside him without a second of an break. Hebert felt his stomach tighten and his toes began to curl.

The tip of your dick finds his prostate and began to absolutely abuse the sensitive spot. Which each thrust Hebert’s cock moved up and down with its precum. Herbert knew at this rate that he’ll cum untouched, not even once his hand grazed his win cock.

“I’m— I— I’m close!!~ ca-can we cum together?!~” Herbert asked in a begging tone as covered stared up at you.

He looked pathetic, he looked like an cheap whore that has been getting used for hours.

His glasses were barely hanging on, his clothes all wrinkly and hair a complete mess. He looked so submissive as he begged for your cum.

“Please!!~ I want your cum. I need it. I want you to cum inside me please!~ c-c-can we please do it in the same time.”

Nodding silently as you thrusted faster and faster in and out of him you finally felt your orgasm approaching.

Laying your body down against him chest to chest as, Herbert laid on the desk with your mouth exploring his exposed skin.

With a few more thrust inside of him, Herbert cum’s hard, the silt of his cock shooting white streaks of cum, his cock squirted it’s cum down onto his stomach and himself making a mess. With Herbert’s walls clenching around your cock making his hole a lot tighter you cum deeply inside him.

Your cock pulsing as you fill his walls with you cum. As an result both of you are breathing heavy and moaning.

After finally both of you coming down his highs, Herbert looked up at you and kissed your lips passionately.

“Can we do it again…? Sex is really good for the human body such as cardio and flexibility—“ Before Herbert can ramble on again you shut him up with a kiss and nodded your head.

THE END

[bosinclairsgff]

What the slashers smell like pt. 2

Includes: Corey Cunningham, Brahms Heelshire, Herbert West, Dollface, Nubbins Sawyer, Patrick Bateman, Lester Sinclair, Jason Voorhees

Warnings: Again, I’m being BRUTALLY honest

- Corey showers regularly, so he never really stinks. He smells like Irish springs. Corey also knows how to have good hygiene and properly wash himself. He’s a clean young lad.

- He stinks. Brahms smells like sweat, peanut butter and mold. He spends all his time in the walls guys, I don’t know about you but I didn’t see a shower or bathtub back there with him. He doesn’t kill on the regular so I doubt he smells like blood most of the time.

- Herbert showers a lot. Usually after an experiment or a long day at work he’ll take a shower. He smells like a citric and musk scented shampoo. And uses a similar cologne. Herbert is not stinky.

- Okay Dollface either smells really good or really bad. When she’s living her normal day to day life she smells like cinnamon or a type of spice. When she’s out being utterly insane she reeks of blood and other human liquids.

- Dude smells like straight up road kill. Duh like what did you expect. Nubbins doesn’t brush his teeth either so his breath could literally put you in a coma. I bet he hardly changes his clothes either. So he’s one stinky little guy.

- He smells amazing all the time. Patrick would rather die than smell bad or off putting. He smells like hermes cologne or some other expensive brand.

- My man smells like dead animals all the time. Always smells like rotting flesh and death. He doesn’t shower a lot either OR brush his teeth. Also I know his finger nails are nasty as shit.

- He smells like asshole. Dude smells like dirt, swamp water and rotten fish. I cannot understand how people are attracted to this man. With love.

[freddysglove]

what the slashers got you for valentine’s day

michael: if he even remembered (which is obviously highly unlikely), his gift would be coming home early and hovering over you for the rest of the evening. in his mind, this is romantic intimacy.

jason: a handful of dandelions from the forest and a big hug.

pinhead (1987): they would just ask you what you wanted and get you exactly that. very straightforward! not really the surprise type.

pinhead (2022): would give you the lament configuration and tell you to choose lauderant/love (it’s a pickup line).

norman bates: roses :>

patrick bateman: money for breast implants.

billy lenz: a live rat he found in the attic.

freddy krueger: permission to borrow his hat for the night. what do you mean you don’t want it? of course you do.

billy loomis: nothing. why do you need a present? is he not enough?

stu macher: extremely expensive jewelry!

harry warden: a box of chocolates (there's no heart inside, pinky promise).

herbert west: would ABSOLUTELY forget and end up spending all day in his lab </3.

art the clown: stolen gifts from his victims. lots of jewelry and even articles of clothing.

tiffany valentine: wine, chocolates, and a LOT of physical affection.

[koshkahhh]

HERBERT WEST👁🫀

Costume Props PT2!!‼️

I apologize for the belated Part 2. Somehow managed to get myself in a bunch of extremely distracting situations over the past month and completely forgot about my Halloween post. Anyways, Here are all the props i made for my Herbert West Cosplay/Costume! Kinda did the finger creature last minute so its a bit fugly.😞(and dropped it accidently and cracked in a bit[eyeball lower right corner]). I'll post some pictures of the complete costume at some point. I promise....ill definitly not forget about it or something...

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Slashers - who would say "I love you" first

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Warnings: none that ik

Characters:

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

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🎃Billy Loomis:

• You would say it first

• he has abandonment issues from his mom leaving so I feel like he would wait for you to say it first

• you'd be lying on your bed your head on his chest your falling asleep and before you fall in to slumber you mumble a "I love you Billy"

🎃Stu macher:

• He would say it first

• I don't know why it's just a gut feeling that he would

• like your at his house watching a movie and he's not even paying attention the the TV his eyes are on you and he has big puppy dog eyes and .just says it barely louder than a whisper "I love you"

🎃Ethan Landry:

• him definitely

• probably during a make out session in between kisses he probably says it without realizing it

🎃Norman Bates:

• this is a hard one

• if you say it first I think mother would probably get involved so watch out

• if he said it first I think it would end less deadly possibly?

• helping him at the motel and it just slipped out he'd be a blushing mess either way

🎃Tiffany Valentine:

• she'd say it first

• shes clingy (but like so am I so....)

• your washing dishes and she comes up behind you hugs you from behind and kisses the top of your head and says "I love you Sweet face"

🎃Art the clown:

• I think he would but uhhhhhh.......he didn't talk but! When i write for Art if there's talking he uses ASL

• it's like Valentine's Day and he gets you a human heart in a candy box and id just standing there like "🤟🤡" (🤟= ILY in sign)

🎃Herbert West:

• you have to say it first

• probably would be the rare occasion you mange to get him out of the basement for the night you guys are in bed and you kiss him goodnight "I love you" you say before rolling over and falling asleep

🎃Brahms Heelshire:

• he probably does

• after his bedtime story you give him his mandatory goodnight kiss and before you leave the room you hear him yawn "I love you goodnight"

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An:

hope y'all enjoyed! I will probably do more of these and add more slashers.

I was thinking about putting Ash Williams on here but he's not like bad guy and I was thinking about adding Roman Godfrey to this so what do y'all think about that?

Also I will be adding Spencer Charnas, Patrick Bateman, and probably Jennifer Check to this prompt series.

Also might do something similar with the DC boys I write for

[decaying-church]

Slasher Nsfw Headcanons

(a/n: pretend I've been posting constantly this year :))

Pairing : Herbert West x male!reader, Vincent Sinclair x male!reader

Requested by @unspeakableoftheoscarwildesorr : Will you do a nsfw headcannons with vincent sinclaire and herbert west? It’s alright if you don’t want to. Please have a good day :))

Warning: bottom!slashers, top!reader, hair pulling, public play, Vincent's conservative upbringing, Vincent writes smut for you, bondage, mentions of chemical burns, getting caught multiple times (slight exhibitionist Herbert) sorry dan, breeding, aftercare

Characters: Herbert West, Vincent Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

He likes it when you watch him work, hovering over his shoulder, sometimes leaning on the table next to him. It makes him nervous, his hands fumbling a bit. If you tell him he was doing good and his brain would shut off.

He loves it when you praise him.

He also likes it when you run your hand over his back, whether you're giving him a massage or just feeling clingy he won't be able to focus on anything but you touching him.

Definitely a virgin when you met, but he knows about the general action of sex. Like the thing goes in the thing and then a baby comes out.

An utterly submissive bottom.

Before you met he figured that if he ever did end up having sex then he’d be the one doing all the work, as men do. (mmmh, conservative, yee-haw upbringing)

But then he met you, and he loved you, and you were both men, so his picture of what sex should be was completely shattered.

If you're generally smaller than him, he’ll try and be dominant. It won't work, the second you flirt with him or make a suggestive comment he goes weak in the knees.

He will make a single attempt at being on top before metaphorically throwing his hands up and going “well I tried”.

If your bigger, there is no attempt, there isn't even a thought of dominance, you were bigger- stronger, therefore you could do whatever you wanted to him and he would not complain (he will never tell you this because he knows you’d tell him otherwise but it honestly added an extra layer of excitement to everything)

The town is pretty empty so the two of you could essentially fuck anywhere.

You once joked about fucking in the middle of the road- and even though you were just joking, the thought of you holding him down on the old road, in front of all those houses, fucking him without a hint of modesty or secrecy genuinely plagued his dreams for several nights.

In reality, you’ve fucked in the gas station, in the movie theater, in the church, and in (or in more risky cases, against) the various houses around town.

Personally, I believe Vincent can talk, he’s just severely traumatized and doesn’t do it often, most days he communicates though groans, gestures, and forms of writing or drawing.

So, sometimes, when he wants you to try someone very specific with him, something too specific for him to say out loud, partially because of humiliation, but also because speaking was difficult for him, he will write it.

And not simple sentences either, he will go on and on about what he wants you to do to him, he’ll draw pictures, he’ll rant on for pages and pages.

The first time he did this you nearly read it out loud, you got about half a sentence in before realizing that no one else (especially Lester, who was just in the next room) needed to hear what he’d written for you.

Of course, with a set of quite specific instructions, you were able to make his every fantasy come true.

Vincent can genuinely go forever, round after round after round.

After years of being a recluse, he has a limit for how long he can go without some kind of stimulation.

Really, finally having someone who wants him and loves him above everybody else makes it a bit harder to continue the streak of celibacy he had before.

He can go about two weeks before he starts outright begging you to fuck him. Again, in great detail.

He doesn't have any prior experience so you'll have to teach him quite a few things.

The first time he asked you to tie him up he brought you some old ratty rope that would have torn his skin the moment things got too intense.

You have to ride out of tow a couple of times for supplies.

He is heartbroken every single time you leave, he always half expects you to just keep driving and never come back.

You always come back, much to Bo’s, who has to put up with Vincent being agiant baby whenever you leave, relief.

(if you ever actually leave Vincent, Bo will hunt you down. Despite everything he does love his brother)

He has a pretty average set of kinks, he likes being praised, tied up, and fucked within an inch of consciousness. He like it when you pull his hair and call him pretty, he likes getting fucked in places he shouldn’t, and he likes it when you leave marks on him.

Aftercare fiend, he’s not a pillow princess but you’d think he was with the way that he’d just lay there, fully fucked out, waiting for you to take care of him.

If you’re someplace where you can’t fully take care of him, (I.e. any other place you’ve fucked outside of your bedroom) he will become extremely flustered. Because that means he has to travel however far away you are from your bedroom in this state. And you could be several houses away or just a couple rooms away but he doesn’t consider either to be more or less embarrassing.

The state he’s in could varies depending on what you did, he could just have ruffled hair and messy clothes, or he could be walking around with a limp with every inch of visible skin covered in bruises.

Herbert West

A very busy man that doesn't like being interrupted while working.

That being said, he will sit on your cock while he's working.

He’ll tease you, act like he’s ready to get his back blown out against his desk, only for him to keep you inside while he works, shifting every so often, fully ignoring how hard he was in favor of chemicals and mildly unethical plans.

You might be able to fully pull him away from work if you give him an explicit rundown of all of the things you were going to do to him.

It'll distract him to the point that he just gives up, grabbing you by the shirt and pulling you in for a kiss.

Most of your “interactions” in his lab were just the two of you humping like animals on the nearest flat surface, which could be anything, a desk, the floor, the wall.

The two of you had so many chemical burns that could have been avoided simply by moving to his bedroom, you think the two off you would learn your lesson after the first time- you didn’t.

Herbert did not care what Dan heard or saw.

This was his house too after all. He could fuck wherever he wanted.

You’ve be caught by Dan an embarrassing amount of times.

Herbert from time to time will treat you like an experiment.

Don’t be surprised if he strips you down and asks to run some “test”

Herbert really, really likes oral.

He loves it when you guide him, one hand in his hair, slowly pulling him back and forth on your cock.

He is not immune to pet names.

Honey, baby, sweetheart, darling. The list goes on.

While he certainly likes those names, nothing captures his attention quite like you calling him “doctor”

This would be extremely inconvenience if you also worked at the hospital (the number of quickies had in closets/labs/bathrooms is downright disposable)

If you don't, you do it purely to tease him.

Leaning in close, telling him all the disgusting things you want to do to him, then just, “come on, Doctor West, don't you think you deserve a break?”

Herbert is definitely a switch with a preference for power bottoming.

He's in control while also getting fucked sideways, it's perfect for him.

When he is feeling fully submissive he will beg you to breed him.

He knows he can't necessarily be bred, but he likes the feeling of you cumming in him over and over.

Every position he likes, he likes for a very specific reason.

He likes missionary because he can leave marks all over your back, he likes being bent over the table so he has something to rest against when his legs inevitably gave out, he liked getting fucked on the wall because he liked how frantic and desperate it felt.

He will not flirt or try and sugarcoat what he wants, he doesn't care who hears, if he wants you to fuck him, he's going to tell you.

Herbert says he doesn’t like slow sex, but there’s been a couple of times when he hits a road block with his research and he’s frustrated and overwhelmed by everything and everyone and he just wants you to make it better.

You can’t necessarily help with the research but you could help him relax.

The way he reacts to aftercare changes drastically throughout your relationship.

When you first got together, he didn’t want you near him, don’t touch him, don’t talk to him, don’t look at him. Even though his legs were shaking violently and his body felt like it was on fire he insisted that he could handle everything himself.

There was somehow always water and food for him though, he figured it was a coincidence (leave him alone, his brain isn’t working at full capacity at the moment)

Further into you’re relationship he will definitely still be a brat about it, but less so. He’ll let you clean him, feed him, praise him. And on some of the more intense days, you’re gonna be carrying him around like a princess.

He “hates it”, but the moment you try and leave him to fend for himself, he gets even more irritated.

If it’s one of those days where you’re both bone tired afterwards then he’ll let you cuddle with him, he won’t initiate it, but he’ll enjoy it .

Kinktober 2023

[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+

[starlight199947]

I'm unsure what to make next, so I'm taking prompt requests for Herbert West, Crawford Tillinghast, Anton Mordrid, and Dan Cain Ais.

I'll try to get to them as fast as I can. You can message me or put your requests in the comments below 😃

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December Masterlist.

December 1st. Red Lace. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 4th. Fireplace Sex. Mayor Buckman. NSFW.

December 5th. Mistletoe. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 8th. Threesome. Poly!Chiffany. NSFW.

December 10th. Mirror Sex. Bo Sinclair. NSFW.

December 11th. Candy Cane. Poly!Ghostface. NSFW.

December 14th. Blindfold. NN! Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 16th. 69. Sam Wescott. NSFW.

December 17th. Choking. Vincent Sinclair. NSFW.

December 18th. Public Sex. Doc Halloran. NSFW.

December 19th. Ice And Handcuffs. Herbert West. NSFW.

December 20th. Role Reversal. Billy Loomis. NSFW.

December 24th. Santa And Spanking. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 26th. Sugar And Knife play. Buddy Swanson. NSFW.

December 28th. Red Lipstick. Lester Sinclair. NSFW.

December 30th. Begging. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 31st. New Year's Sex. Stu Macher. NSFW.

[bubbysawyer]

slasher reactions to you being hit on 1

michael myers:

yeah no theyre already dead lets just establish that. we all know

he follows you everywhere, he sees everything.

so when he sees someone flirting with you, god help them (HA) if you look the slightest bit upset, nah, gone

you're at home and look up to see him covered in blood as..he usually is, but you tilt your head (as if you were even curious)

"it was that weirdo who hit on me, wasn't it?" you got a silent stare in response.

sighing, you got up and patted his chest. "thanks."

you're closely followed through the house for the rest of the night, and you sigh

is he jealous..? ah, hell.

"michael, i love you, only you." you pat his chest, and he seems to relax. "okay?" he nods a bit and brushes your cheek.

art the clown:

i know i just said it but good GOD that person is DEAD theyre SO DONE

art is possessive and wont tolerate people even looking at you weird. youve had to hold him back bc he thought someone gave you a dirty look a few times

whoever hit on you is slaughtered in minutes, probably right in front of you, depending on where you are

if they are absolutely torn to shreds by the clown while you watch, and said person isn't dead yet, art will hold you close and/or kiss you with a glare on his face as if to say "Mine!" as his vic fades out

he will turn to you and grin his weird little grin afterwards, hugging you close. aww. ...blood is getting on you.

herbert west:

seethes quietly at first. who is this plebeian? this moron? you are HIS. obviously.

he grabs your hand and keeps glaring, and he has a strong, cold glare for such a mouse of a man

he gets fed up, fast, and stands up, clearing his throat. "they are SPOKEN for," his eyes sharp, his hand still grasping yours.

not wanting to deal with that kinda works for him in some situations. he looks, presents, and sounds difficult as hell. and..he is

any jokes or remarks about him or his appearance dont phase him. his self confidence is strong, and he doesnt really care about the opinions of others about himself...well. he kind of cares about yours. maybe a lot.

able to talk so much he chases people off. amazing

will be on high alert for similar interactions (or any interactions when you are involved) for a while afterwards. jealous streak. its mostly quiet, unless someone openly flirts with you again.

pyramid head:

death. (who the fuck is gonna hit on you around there anyway there’s NO ONE)

billy lenz:

immediately insecure when you mention it. panic.

someone flirted with you?! what? why cant they be closer so he can stab their eyes out-

calms down after you tell him you hated it, though, and kiss him

needs reassurance every five minutes, but it's okay.

play with his hair. it makes him feel better.

brahms heelshire:

the deliveryman flirted with you a bit...too much. you were clearly uncomfortable. you shut the door and sighed shakily each time. he noticed.

brahms nestled up to you at bedtime, stroking your hair. "I dislike the new deliveryman, y/n." You nodded.

you knew he was a killer, you knew he would...kill for you. you bit your lip as you fell asleep to his heat behind you.

the next delivery day you held your own hand and sighed, but jumped a bit as brahms came out. he looked down at you, motioning you to open the door.

you shook but nodded, opening the door to the same creep that hit on you last time. you did your exchange. here we go..

"Come in for some tea?" you asked, getting an enthusiastic response. He came in, not seeing Brahms.

You flinched as your Brahms slammed a knife into the delivery's neck. But settled. You ran to him, nudging his mask to kiss his cheek. He purred.

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Herbert West Imagine: Being your Roommate and slowly starting to care about you

Why is he so cute it’s so unfair. Shout out to @herbert-west-did-nothing-wrong for being an archive of cool Re-animator content and furthering my hyperfixation hoho hehe

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Some fake dating, Violence against Zombie animals, Dr. Hill is obsessed with Reader the way he is with Meg in the movie, Swearing, Herbert being addicted to the Reagent like in the uncut version & Withdrawal, Autistic Herbert West

When his unsuspecting Roommate turned out to be a Insomniac night owl his initial plan of secrecy had to be turned around. Or to be more specific, it was rather the very unfortunate moment when you happened to catch him wrestle the Re-Animated Raccoon that tried to claw through his labcoat in the middle of the night when he realized that he couldn‘t get around some explaining. „Get it off me!! Get it off me!“ He yelled, trying to keep the beasts treacherous little zombie hands away from him. „Fuck! Fuck, Herbert what the hell!?“ You yelled back while hurriedly grabbing a towel and trying to pry it off him with that. The Racoon ended up Re-Dead eventually, after an excruciating fight that showed you the extent to how fucking Undead that thing turned out to be. You stared at Herbert in Horror, he was heaving and leaning back against the Operation table he had set up. He was quick to jump and talk to you, „Listen-„

You were this close to demanding he‘d move out as fast as he had turned up that evening a few days ago, when he knocked at your door with the sign you had posted to the Hospital staff‘s board about looking for a Roommate. You were vaguely aware of what he was studying, at least you witnessed how strongly he defended his opinions about Brain death against Dr. Hill, who was the head surgeon of the clinic but also his teacher. And as such the older man was more than inclined to fail Herbert in class over his upfront disrespect. You were somewhat uncomfortable with Dr. Hill as well for a long time, and maybe the fact that Herbert openly disputed against him was part of the reason why you didn‘t turn him off when he turned up on your doorstep.

But he showed you, he proved to you, that the insane claims he was using as his explanation were actually true. His research has led him to revive the dead, no matter the damage the body has taken before, because soon after the wretched beast you had just thought dead came back to life, if that absolutely murderous state it went into could be called life.

You were sat there, next to him and stared at the cadaver. Blood on Herberts shirt and loosened tie, and you in your silly Pyjamas. „Which is why I need your help Y/n.“ Your head turned quickly, „Help you?“ He scooted a bit closer, „Yes! You are the perfect assistant. You are hardworking, we work in the same Hospital and you have no functioning sleep schedule.“ You frowned at that, but well, he was right. „We could do something great, conquer Death!“ He put a hand on your shoulder and you looked him in the eyes for a very long moment. You let out a stressed out sigh, „for gods sake.. ok, alright. This is.. just insane, Herbert, but it‘s the kind of insane that I can‘t just leave be. I‘ve never seen anything like it.“ Herbert smiled, patting your shoulder enthusiastically.

That is how he got himself an Assistant by chance. As long as he could keep you motivated to keep going and pushing through the Horror his research would really benefit from the help you were providing.

You weren‘t as obsessed about working day and night as he was though, which is why you didn‘t react too pleased when he stormed into your room at nearly 4 in the morning to tell you about a new theory he had. He didn‘t really notice how you were snuggling a plushie, or how you had curled up in the moment as he ranted on and paced your room excitedly. You let out a long stretched moan and grimaced at him, “I was sleeping..!” You complained, but he didn’t really listen. Only when you threw a pillow at him he halted, looking at you in offense. “That was uncalled for.” “Apparently it is! I wanna sleep Herbert now gooo” you stood up and shoved him out of your room. “No bursting into my room while I’m sleeping!” He turned around, getting a last look at your sleepy, disgruntled face before you shut the door on him and went back to sleep. Only when he huffed and puffed, walking back down into the basement, he remembered how you have looked sleeping. Curled up like a Pillbug, he thought.

The next day he found that the lack of sleep had not really made you forgiving towards him when he tried to tell you about his findings. He clenched and unclenched his fists nervously, frowning as he tried to figure out his next step of action. Herbert never needed to prove himself to anyone or be particularly likeable to make it to where he was now, his work spoke for itself. So he genuinely didn’t know how the heck he was going to fix something that was well.. a person. He needed you to be cooperative, and pissing off his only assistant was not very beneficial to his work.

When you came home, Herbert was already sat there and stood up quickly. „Look,“ you already looked at him pretty much pissed, much like this night while you threw him out. He came forward and firmly held out a plastic bag, neatly wrapped inside was a piece of your favorite cake. „No more bursting into your room while you’re sleeping.“ He said, lowering his head without breaking his continuous eye contact. „Is that.. how did you know I liked that?“ He nodded, „See I‘m not always listening but my brain is always taking in information.“

You took the bag and raised your brows, a slight smile on your lips as you took out the cake. „Alright.. I accept.“ you said, putting down the cake to go into the kitchen to get a fork. „So what did you find out?“ He smiled as well, clapping into his hands and starting to explain it all. You came back with two forks. You made Herbert try some too, as it turns out he is more a dark chocolate kind of guy, and he makes a face when he finds things too sweet that makes you giggle.

Herbert was always eager to go back home and experiment after work, the days were Dr. Hill taught were especially agitating to him. „I feel like every minute I am forced listen to this man it’s diminishing my brain capacity.“ He complained every time. Those were days were he stayed in the lab until the sun rose, and listen, throwing stones in a glass house and all but this was too extreme. You noticed he was still up when you woke up to pee. Did he even eat dinner? You spied into the kitchen, no trace of dishes.

He was scribbling down a new variant to his substance he had thought of, it was brilliant! This would solve at least one of the major problems you had been encountering in your experiments, he couldn’t wait to put the chances into action and see how the reagents power changed. Herbert lifted his gaze without fully looking up when he heard the familiar creak of the wooden stairs. „You need to see this Y/n.“ He bickered you closer. He was surprised to find a plate with Pancakes in his field of vision. He looked up from them to you. You were in a different set of silly pyjamas now. „You didn’t eat. How are you gonna save me from Zombie Goldfish if you faint?” You joked and reached for his notebook to read his new results. He stared at you for a while, then said „Why do all of your pyjamas look like that.“ „Hey!“ “Also by now I deem you capable enough to bring down a Zombie fish yourself.” “That is the sweetest thing you ever said to me Herbert.” He shot you a look over his glasses.

Though, he ate the pancakes when you left and they were good. You didn’t make them too sweet. Judging from the way you giggled at his reaction to the cake you must have had remembered. Hm.

It was another night, another period of labwork he was up to with you. You were replicating the reagent for him into smaller, portable versions you could take into the Hospital to begin and document the reactions to human bodies with low dosages. You poured some of it too quickly and a cloud of poisonous gas errupted from the glass, you nearly fell back trying to evade it- your chair already tipped over and you closed your eyes, but the crash didn’t come.

You looked up, still holding onto the glass for dear life, and saw Herbert looming over you from behind the chair. He had swooped in and grabbed it from the back before you could fall. Why did this somehow feel.. close, the way you looked up at him that way. The way his knuckles turned white from gripping the chair, and the way he frowned down at you. You eyed his face. “You should avoid dying before I perfected my reagent.” He said, still holding you. Your feet dangled in the air, you put your head further back. “Don’t worry, I would come back as a ghost to haunt you.” “Why would you do that?” You raised your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks, surprisingly gently. “I wanna spook you once, not see you as composed as you always appear to be.” Herbert swallowed, his eyes flickered over you for a moment. Your fingertips were warm against his skin. Why were you.. your lips parted in a smile. He cleared his throat and carefully set your chair down again.

“You really need safety googles, let me see if I have an extra.” He looked through his stuff, finding his thoughts trail off. He paused for a moment without noticing, briefly letting his eyes flicker around without really focusing on something. When he found them he turned around and gave them to you for you to try on. “Do I look good?” “You look safe. That is good.”

A week or so later you were both at the Hospital, working as usual. Herbert went to your station to discuss your next test subject, he happened to find an older man who was sure to die soon of his illness that he intended to try and Re-Animate. If the bodies weren‘t registerested in the Morgue in the first place it couldn‘t be traced back to the few with the authority of entering it, aka you. So if he just waited until the patient died and took his chance before anyone took the body he would make for a perfect test subject. When he arrived at your station he looked around for you, only eventually finding you cornered against a door by none other than the most dimwitted person in the Hospital; „Dr. Hill, I really need to be getting back to work..“ you said and tried to walk past him, but he blocked your way with his body.

„Now Y/n there‘s no need to be in a rush, I‘m sure someone will handle it. Surely you‘ll have some more time for me to discuss dinner.“ „Well.. um, like I said, I‘m sorry but I‘m already getting something with Mr. West tonight.“ The older man rolled his head back for a moment and laughed spiteful at the mention of his name. „Yes but you are rooming with.. Mr. West, so you will have plenty of occasions to eat with him. But you see, I am a very busy man and my company is high in demand. You should prioritize me making time for you.“

Herbert saw the way you smiled, and from what he had learned about body language over the years he would most likely interpret this as a sign that you were flattered and comfortable with his invitation- but there was something that went against that deduction; Your eyes. Either way he didn‘t look people in the eye or he did so to an extent that was considered staring. But he had seen you smile, at him, at the cake he got you, at the note he left on the fridge that said ‚Leftover Dinner left, Bag of Eyes right! Do not accidentally microwave‘ so he knew what you looked like when you smiled. And.. you weren‘t smiling with your eyes right now. You always smiled with your eyes, did that mean that your expression was simulated? Were you in distress?

He approached swiftly, clearing his throat to get Dr. Hill to turn around. „I shouldn‘t be surprised to find out that your ignorance isn‘t limited to your scientific research, Dr. Hill, but here we are. Y/n, I need to discuss something with you.“ You were more than happy to use the moment of Dr. Hill‘s bubbling irritation and slip past him and next to Herberts side. „Mister West.“ He said through gritted teeth, „It seems like you are compensating your inability to surpass me by taking something from me in reach, but let me assure you that a Roommate isn‘t as important as a Lover can be.“ When he said the last words he looked at you with a smug smile, not even hiding that he thought of himself as your suitor. You looked horrified.

„I agree. Now if you‘ll excuse us, it’s 3 PM and therefore Y/n‘s Lunchbreak.“ Herbert held eye contact with Dr. Hill as he put a hand on your back and led you away. The older mans eyes widened in disbelief at the implications of him agreeing, of the way he put a hand on your back when you left. „Are you saying you are-?“ Herbert didn‘t stop to listen and made you follow his pace as well. Did he just hugely imply that he and you were affiliated? Yes. Did he plan to do so? Certainly not, but it just happened to be the perfect split between pissing of Dr. Hill and helping you out of the situation and potentially even future attempts like these. How wonderfully efficient.

„Now, I wanna show you the perfect candidate for our-„ „Herbert“ he looked at you, eyes flickering over your features as he rapidly noticed a change in your expression. Your cheeks were reddened, your lips slightly pressed together. The redness even extended to your ears. „You are embarrassed. Or flustered. Which is it so I know for future reference.“ He observed and you blushed even more.

„Now the whole Hospital is going to think we are a Couple!“ He shrugged his brows and led you further through the Hospital, you whispered as a colleague walked past. „Potentially, since Dr. Hill is more concerned with spreading misinformation anyway than working.“ He paused, „Ah, I did not account for the possibility that you already have a crush on someone here. If they heard about that it wouldn‘t be to your advantage.“ „Yes, I mean, I don‘t but- now we gotta act like it in front of him too.“ He hummed in acknowledgement, well, surely that wouldn‘t be too hard.

He had you meet the man that he meant to Re-animate if everything went according as planned, you inspected him and gave Herbert a look. It was doable, his body was weak so in case of aggression he could easily be restrained for both your safety, and lastly the man had decided to donate his body to science anyway after his passing.

„I think I can ask to switch shifts to his station and make sure the beeper doesn’t go off once he passes.“ You said as Herbert walked you back to your station, „Then you distract the nurses while I get the body out in a Wheelchair.“ Herbert added and you nodded, slightly nervous about the whole thing already. Bringing a full human back to life.. was it even possible to conserve the refined parts of the human brain and personality or would it operate like the animals as well that he brought back?

You reached your station. Herbert surprisingly took your hand in his, your eyes widened yet you didn’t resist the gesture. Reaching out, he did that a lot, he does in when he fails to verbalize what he wants to communicate in an emotional extent. But people usually react with.. a leap of faith, and trust in him when he does this instead. Touch, hold onto their arm for a moment. And he reaches out for your hand now and you trust him, you let him.

„Listen, Dr. Hill is watching us.“ He said, and you blinked, eyes darting to your hands as you suddenly understood his gesture for what is meant- an attempt at portraying romance.

Your hands were warm, almost beaming with heat. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

„Would you consent to me pretending to kiss you for the sake of proving our lie. He isn’t close enough to actually see if our lips touch.“

You squeezed his hand and slightly stepped closer, breath hitching. „I consent.“ He studied you, sighing and wetting his lips. The way he looked at you, if he reciprocated eye contact at all, was always intense and yet this was.. as if he was actually taking in much more of you. Not just reciprocating a gesture to an intense amount, but actually looking at your face, all of it. Why did he feel his pulse raise? He took another step towards you and closed in- until there were centimeters left between your lips. Your noses slightly brushed against each other, your breath gently fanned over his skin. Both of you had closed your eyes, Herbert felt your hand on his chest clenching slightly onto his shirt. You radiated warmth, why did he want to have you even closer than that?

He stepped away again, opening his eyes. For a second he saw you, with closed eyes and a reddened face.

„I think that will suffice for a bit, depending if Dr. Hill has enough audacity to flirt with someone who is supposedly already committed.“ He concluded, straightening his glasses. He felt weird, somehow.. anxious? Anticipating? Frustrated? Disappointed? Hm. Hard to tell.

„Ah.. yup! Um, maybe it works!“ You said, swallowing and bidding him goodbye until work ended. And Dr. Hill actually walked past you that shift without saying anything else, purposefully not acknowledging you as it seems.

You felt anxious about going home that day, not really knowing what has changed exactly that made you feel that way. What did you expect to happen? Nothing actually.. happened! You did not kiss, this shouldn’t feel so Sitcom-ish. And yet-

you came home, the kitchen light was on but you didn’t see Herbert. He must be home, he was always tinkering with something as soon as he was free to do so after work. Sometimes he didn’t even wait until then, but right now there was no light coming from the basement. Only from his door, and that was unusual. You never even saw that man in a pyjama once! As far as you were concerned he had an identical set of clothes to sleep in. ‚I can get behind wanting to revive the dead but that is just weird Herbert‘ you once told him, to which he replied ‚at least I don’t sleep in something that is patterned with geese‘ which really only showcased your point.

„Hey, do you wanna eat something?“ You asked, not straightforwardly showing your concern. „Y/n..“ he muttered, and you frowned, now opening the door. What you saw was a very distraught looking Herbert, rummaging through his things with the small fridge he kept in there open as well. „Fuck- there are no probes in the right stage!“ he howled, hands shaky and room disheveled. „What are you talking about??“ he turned around but didn’t look at you, his eyes darted over the room panicking. „I can’t.. inject any of them at this stage this is..“ his breath hitched, you were putting the pieces together in your head. He was talking about using it on himself, and judging from the erratic state he was in he was physically addicted to it. He was pale too, the withdrawal must have kicked in a while ago. He behaved both impulsive and weakened. There is.. something you needed to do. He sat down on his bed, fidgeting and running his hands through his hair. „It keeps me awake, keeps my mind running.“ That didn’t even sound unlike him, it made sense for him to try and find a way to ditch any kind of the human experience he didn’t like. He did it with death so why not sleep too while he was at it.

„That means you‘ll go to sleep after a while, once your body gets exhausted enough from the withdrawal.“ He nodded, you sat down next to him on the bed. „The Hospital doesn’t have a the tools of dealing with the specific addiction you’re dealing with right now and we don’t have any reagents that are ready to fix either so.. I‘m gonna stay here ok? Monitor you so I know you‘re safe. I‘m gonna fetch that terrible Novel I‘m reading right now to distract you from the pain with a different kind of pain, hold on.“

And he let you do so- listening to you read the book to him while fidgeting nervously and running a hand through his hair or over his arm as he tried to let himself be distracted by what you were saying.

You kept reading to him until 5 AM, Herbert was still struggling but getting more weaker by the hour. He frowned and closed his eyes here and there to rest a bit, visually displeased to be requiring that sort of thing. He muttered that it was wasted time he could use better, but his physical agony seemed to find a bit of relief in this. ‚You were usually asleep now‘, he said when he noted how tired you were at this point, ‚you should just go to bed.‘ He didn’t understand how stubborn you were on staying with him to look out for his safety even though he assured you he was fine. You were nearly drifting off to sleep yourself, resting your eyes as well when he asked „Why do you even care so much?„ Your answer was murmured as your consciousness slipped, „Because I care about you“ your head sunk more against the bed frame behind you since you both resorted to sit at the end of his bed.

Herbert stared at you, frowning once more but slightly bewildered. He was important to you? Personally? Your lips parted as slumber caught you fully in mere moments after those spoken words. If it wasn’t for what you said.. he would have never even thought about wether he reciprocated what you felt, but somehow he found that- he did care about you too. He had cared about your distress earlier and went to resolve it without fully acknowledging why, despite being highly agitated just by the thought of exchanging a word with Dr. Hill. He cared about your opinions on his Experiments. And he even cared about how you felt about him, and it wasn’t even fully based on the necessity of having you as his Assistant. He pressed his lips together.

Herbert straightened his glasses and looked over to you again. With a sigh he grabbed the blanket and put it on top of you, covering you up to your shoulder which made you intuitively sink further into the mattress. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes for a bit as well, fully keeping his stern expression as he slowly fell asleep as well without noticing.

For the first time in a long time he fell asleep again, and for the first time in a very long time he wasn’t alone.

I was literally non stop writing this since I watched the movie a few days ago. I would love to write more for him or maybe even write a part 2 of this? If ppl like this and want me to I‘d love to hear what you have to say. Comments get me motivated and keep the hyperfixation running

[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.)

[bosinclairsgff]

Slashers Reacting to self harm scars Pt. 2

MAJOR WARNING FOR SELF HARM

Includes : Thomas Hewitt, Norman Nordstrom, Mark Hoffman, Herbert West

Warnings: Kidnap

You have been staying with the Hewitt family for a few months now. You had a daily routine, waking up early, doing your daily chores and spending your evening with Tommy. It had been a particularly hard week on the farm, Hoyt was being extremely difficult and hateful towards you. Tommy had been working super late every night and the heat was starting to make you feel sick. Everything combined just pushed you over the edge, so you did the only thing you could think of. You hadn’t relapsed in so long and really disappointed in yourself. Before starting dinner you went to change into a long sleeve top, even though you were burning up. Of course at dinner, Hoyt was the one to point out said long sleeve shirt. “Why the fuck do ya have on a damn long sleeve shirt in the middle of a Texas summer? I know damn sure ya ain’t cold girl.” He spits out making you cringe. Tommy simply grunted in response and that seemed to shut him up. After washing and cleaning up after dinner you decided to head to bed for a early bedtime. Surprisingly you found Tommy waiting for you in your shared room. “What are you doing up here love?” You question while making your way to the bed to sit next to him. He grunts in response. Being satisfied, you lean in and kiss his cheek. He leans into you. Getting up to take of your clothes, you start with your pants then shirt. Completely forgetting about earlier but it was to late you had taken your shirt off and by the angry grunt you heard you knew you had seen them. “I…I can explain!” No one did this to me I swear Tommy, I did it to myself.” You started frantically explaining. Immediately confusion and pain came to his eyes. Why? He questions with a tilt of his head. Tears start to fill your eyes as you try to find the words to explain to him. “I just was so stressed out and overwhelmed, I did the on,y thing I could think of. I’m sorry. I’lol try not to do it again.” You look down. Hearing the bed creak you knew he had gotten up from sitting down. When he got to you, he pulled you into a hug. Not being able to hold back the tears they streamed down your cheeks. The next day he made you let Luda May clean up the wounds. She scolded you but out of pure love for you. The next few weeks everyone was nicer and kept a close eye on you.

Norman had found you trying to break into his home a few days ago. Since then you’d been locked up in his basement, confined to a small padded area. Everyday he’d bring food, water and water his plants. Begging didn’t seem to work with him. You tried explaining you were hungry and needed money, that you didn’t mean him any harm at all. He never listened. Today he brought down a new set of clothes for you and a wash cloth. Even he must have noticed you were starting to stink. Your arms were tied behind your back, legs were free. You couldn’t fight back even if you tried, he was so much stronger than you. You were completely at a disadvantage anyways, having your hands tied. “I’m going to wash you off and change your clothes. If you try to do anything, I will hurt you.” He states in his low voice. You whimper in response. With that he comes into my little corner of the dark world. His hands travel up my legs looking for my jeans buttons and zipper. Once he found it he starts removing my pants, underwear with them. “Wait, wait, why my underwear please I need them.” You cry out. He says nothing. Reaching for the wash cloth he brought you, he began washing your lower half. Kindly, he avoided your most intimate parts, never going above your lower thighs. After he was done he pulled out a pair of boxers and some sweatpants. Norman also pulled out duck tape, bringing your feet together and wrapping them tightly with the tape. He then un did your tied hands, letting you finally stretch your arms out. Reaching for the new shirt he instructed you to take your shirt and bra off. You had no other choice but to obey. “I’m done, I took them off” you whisper. Taking the wash cloth he finds your arms but stops when he feels the light scars. They were to many of them to be a cat scratch or a accidental cut. “Why would you do this to yourself?” Norman questions. Staying silent and holding back tears, he grips your arm tightly. “Answer me. Now.” He barks out. “I was in so much pain, I just needed to get it out. Please your hurting me, let go.” You say slightly sobbing. Satisfied he let go. He didn’t say anything but finished cleaning you and dressing you. Getting up to leave, he turns back towards you. “You never have to do that again.”

You had been dating Mark for about a 6 months. Moving in with him after three months of being together. You’ve gotten closer to him than anyone has in a very long time. He cares about you so much, he’d die for you, kill for you. Mark knew you had struggled with self harm in the past, he’s seen the scars. You’d told him you had gotten better however and stopped doing that stuff. But, Mark had been neglecting you lately and things at work for you had been so hectic. With so much going on and feeling that you had no one to turn to, you cut again. You didn’t know how you’d hide it from him, you didn’t care at the time. As soon as you heard his keys Turing in the lock though, you cared. Frantically you looked for a long sleeve shirt. Just as he walked in you found one. “Y/n? I’m home, are you here?” He calls out. “Yes! I’m changing I’ll be there in a sec babe.” You respond. Fuck, why did you do that. What will you tell him if he see? You two have your normal after work conversations. He had brought Chinese takeout home for dinner. While reaching for plates to eat on your shirt revealed a bit of your arm, you didn’t notice but Mark did. “Y/n, what are those marks on your arm?” He questions but he already knows the answer. You freeze not knowing what to say. “Why would you do that. I thought we had moved on from such foolish behavior. You are an adult now, you cannot keep acting out like this, you know better y/n.” He shakes his head disapproving of your poor choices. “I’m sorry Mark, I was so stressed I didn’t know what else to do. Please don’t be mad I’m sorry.” You say holding back tears. He gets up and pulls you into a hug. “Either you control yourself of you’ll end up in some hospital where someone else will control you. That’s your decision. I love you, let’s eat.” He says letting go.

Herbert was always so busy with work. He would come home and go straight to the basement, to go and do more work. It seemed like he never had time for you, more like he’d never make time for you. To be honest you didn’t even know what you guys were. Sure you lived together and slept in the same bed but half the time he’d talk to you as if you were a dumb child. It was tiring always being talk down to. Yes Herbert was an extremely intelligent man but you weren’t dumb either. Anyways, with the stress of normal everyday life and having a man who constantly treats you badly you finally relapsed. You hadn’t planned on cutting again, it just happened. To be honest you didn’t even think he’d care if he saw it, you wanted him to though so badly. It was almost midnight when Herbert got home. You were still up watching tv in the living room. “Y/n? Why are you still up? It’s almost midnight. Go to bed.” He said calmly, more like ordered. “I wanted to see you and maybe we could go to bed together. You always come to bed so late, I miss you. Please?” You question. Herbert pauses for a moment thinking. “You know I have a lot of work to do y/n. You can’t be selfish with my time.” He states. You scoff at the comment he made. “How can I be selfish with your time? I never get any of it. You are always in that damn basement or at work. I go to bed, the bed is empty. I wake up, the bed is empty. We don’t even really live together.” You say as you feel the tears starting to form. He’s taken back by this sudden outburst. The living room was dark, only the tv lighting up the room. Herbert flipped on the light switch. That’s when he saw your arm. He’s whole demeanor changed. Walking up to you he grabbed you by the shoulders. “Why the hell would you do something so, so, stupid!? What if they got infected or what if you cut to deep, huh? Then what? Do you want to die y/n!” He shouts. You couldn’t stop the tears. You’ve never seen him so angry and hurt. “I need to clean these up.” He calmly states while dragging you to the bathroom. The room is silent aside from Herbert getting  alcohol to clean the cuts with from the cabinet. “This will burn, you probably won’t mind though considering you did this in the first place.” He says coldly. It did sting, you cry out and try to pull away but he holds you in place. “Nu huh, you don’t get to run from it. You wanted to feel pain, so feel pain.” He whispers in your ear. You’ve never seen him act so coldly towards you. After the burning went away he wrapped your arms with gauze to make sure it stays clean. Herbert walked you to the bedroom and made the bed for you. “I want you to go to bed now y/n. I’m very disappointed in you. I never want to see you do something so stupid again. Do you understand me?” He questions. You only nod in response.

[babbling-idiot]

Can I request Herbert west x reader (established relationship! where reader ends up dying and Herbert is desperate to bring them back while Dan is begging him not too because they both know reader doesn’t ever want to be reanimated after they die, and right before Herbert injects them, he stops

Herbert could hear his heart beating in his ears. He couldn't hear Dan screaming at him from across the room. Dan's holding a door closed while a reanimated corpse tries to push past the threshold. He can't distinguish between his own thoughts and Dan trying to get through to him. Every now and then, his thoughts will be interrupted by Dan's voice.

'If I can just give them just a little bit, the result won't be as severe as the rest of the corpses. They wouldn't want this Herbert. But I can't go on without them. Please think about this Herbert, it's Y/n we're talking about.'

Herbert thinks he is replying to his own thought conspiring against him, but he cant tell the difference right now. With the reanimate liquid running through his own living flesh and the reanimated corpses running around, the same one that had just killed you moments ago, right outside the door there is too much happening right now.

"Herbert! Listen to me dammit!!"

This time he really hears Dan yell at him. He whips his head around and looks at him. Herbert's eyes are crazy, his pupils blown wide. Dan looks no better. The syringe is circling closer and closer to your neck and Dan is starting to panic.

"I can do this Dan. I can bring them back and everything will be ok."

Herbert turns and looks to the sight where he plans to inject the reagent. Dan whales.

"Herbert! Look at them! They are DEAD. You can't bring them back, they wouldn't want to be one of these things."

Herbert shakes his head and looks to Dan slowly.

"They'd want to be alive."

He goes to stick the syringe in but Dan yells out one more point, hoping to get through to his friend.

"Yeah, they would. But this is not being alive, this is a painful torture."

Herbert stops, the needle is poking the skin of their neck, dangerously close to completing what he set out to do. He thinks.

'Y/n would want this right? They know I'm so close to perfecting it. They believed in me.'

Herbert looks over to the desk that has scattered solutions and medical scrap scribbled all over. At the bottom, he sees in his handwriting the words "Not yet perfected!"

He sucks in a breath and can feel the high he once was at the top of, coming down like a waterfall. Clarity hits him and he drops the syringe. He turns to Dan, a grimace takes over his face as he leaves your side. He grabs the gun on the table next to the door. Just out of reach of Dan's outstretched hand. He points it at the corpse and fires a shot. Blood, bone and brain matter flies onto the wall behind the corpse. Dan falls back a bit as the door closes all the way shut with a slam. The sound of the corpses body sliding down the door is the only thing that can be heard over the sounds of the two men breathing heavy and the high pitched sound reverberating in their ears.

Herbert walks back to your side. His hand swipes the syringe to the ground and his hand is placed on your cheek. It's starting to get cooler the longer you've been gone. He feels a pit forming in his stomach knowing that you are gone, but gone because of something he did. He won't forgive himself for this. This is unspeakable. Dan doesn't move from his spot. He knows how Herbert feels, it's the way he felt when Meg died. How he too almost made the worst mistake of his life. Herbert leans in, placing his forehead on your cheek. He doesn't want to let you go. He doesn't want to forget you. He needs more time with you. He can't do this without you. He feels tired now. He feels exhausted from everything. He can almost hear your voice in his head.

'You should go to bed and get some sleep Herbert. You'll need it in the morning. Remember to eat and drink something when you wake up, you always forget.'

He laughs to himself. If he's lucky, he'll dream of you tonight. He'll dream that this didn't happen or that the reagent actual works and he brought you back, just like the way you were. He knows deep down, that is far off dream and this is all of his fault. But he can dream to can't he?