#Poly!DanBert

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Wrath Akin To A God." Poly!DanBert X GN! Reader.

Okay! Here we are again! Another entry into Multi-May and this time it is Poly!DanBert! But not just ANY Poly!DanBert, mind you! This is for @applesontheground or Riri! She has this amazing fic called Your Own Prometheus, I am totally so into this fic, it is fucking amazing and I adore it so this fic is compliant with that, to the best of my ability anyway! Also Riri just graduated college and so this is a grad gift on top of that! So proud of you babe, seriously! Hope you all enjoy it too! Let’s goooo.

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Rating. Explicit. Rating. 1.7K. Herbert West And Daniel Cain X GN! Reader.They/Them Pronouns. No Parts Specified. Poly!DanBert. Your Own Prometheus Verse. Warnings: Established Relationship. Violence. Gore. Blood. Assault. FIght. Struggle. Experimentation. Choking. Fighting. Reader And Herbert Are MEAN To Each Other. ManHandling. Semi-Bondage. Edging. Denial. Needy Reader. Desperation. Begging. Implied Threesome.

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You thought you knew what you had been getting into when agreeing to help Dan and Herbert with their shared work and experiments. True, you have had some evenings of progress and minimal issues and those nights make you feel confident and like you know just what is going on, what to expect but then there are nights like this one, where every single fucking thing that could go wrong, did. Nights like this smack you upside the head and remind you mockingly while you are sprawled on the ground that no, you don’t know shit.

At first it was almost funny, the first thing that went wrong was you realised you’d put your scrub shirt on backwards, an action that was quickly corrected with a laugh and a shake of your head, no harm, no foul. After that you get into what you had begun to affectionately refer to as the “meat locker” and asked, what the plan was for that evening. It began with some note review, once Herbert was able to find the damn notes of course in the mess of paper that coated the table top, and tonight wasn’t going to be just theory it was going to be some real practice. A fresh body has been procured and that means thoughts can be put into action, ideas into hopeful reality.

When I say everything goes wrong, I do mean everything, from dropping instruments to missing veins over and over to the body spread out on the table getting up and attacking brutally, it was terrible. By the time said body was downed, mutilated, gutted, dead and harmless once again, the three of you were much worse off, blood splattered and heaving. 

The only sound is that of your heavy breathing and blood dripping, you are the one to break the silence, an old tired joke to break the ice, “That went well.” 

Dan exhaled amusedly, the back of his hand wiping over his forehead as he started to make a move to stand up. Herbert sighed as he stripped off his gloves and tossed them aside, the blue nitrile gloves proved to be no match for the torrent of scarlet, it paints the front of his scrub gown and has marked up the sleeves nearly to the elbows. 

“No one’s hurt so bad they need stitches so I’d say tonight’s gone better than it has previously.” Dan offers up and Herbert’s mouth flattens into an unimpressed line as he is stripping off the bloody garment, his outfit underneath is relatively unscathed. 

You start complaining, “That is all you gotta say after that mess Daniel? I mean that thing-” You gestured to the body near your feet, “-was choking Herbert out pretty aggressively and that hit you took to the face is definitely going to bruise.” 

Speaking of, you strode over, hands out and you are touching Dan, cradling his face, turning it to get a better look at the mark already forming, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll live.” You share a moment of eye contact and you know he is being genuine. Herbert’s voice cuts in, sounding annoyed that you weren’t checking in with him in the same fashion, “I’m fine too.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah I dunno about that.” 

Hands falling away from Dan you turn on your heel to look over across the room, “And what, pray tell, is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that anyone who keeps on subjecting himself and us to this regularly, clearly isn’t fine. This shit that keeps happening is all because of you and your grand ideas and that leaves me and Dan to clean up your mess-”

“Clean up MY mess?! As if I am the only one responsible?” He fires back and you assert, “Yes! I don’t know if you noticed but I am covered in blood right now because I managed to run the bastard through, while he was choking you out mind you, and save your sorry ass.”

Dan throws his hands up, stepping away, metaphorically washing his hands of the matter and leaving to allow you and Herbert to sort this out on your own. He was approaching you and you were moving in on him as the verbal throw down continued, “If I knew that it was going to be such an arduous chore for you I never would have let you help.” 

You laugh, “And if I knew one, how stupid you could be when so focused on your ‘work’, and two, how utterly insane, uncaring and unthinking you could be, I’d never have agreed to assist!” 

“You aren’t that good of an assistant.” His arms are crossed and you scoff, “With the nature of your work I don’t think you are allowed to be that picky Dr.West.” You say his name with an ample amount of venom. 

“Again, I’m not holding a gun to your head, I’m not making you help.” He says and you almost want to back down, when Herbert was angry he could be terrifying but you stand your ground and you tell him, “Right, but if I am not here helping you then you’ll end up like one of these freakshow experiments of yours.” 

“Oh so you really do care?” He mocks and you say, “Of course I fucking care! That is why I am so pissed off. You are just so blind! I can’t leave you alone or you’ll get yourself fucking killed but that doesn’t mean I can’t be stressed out or bitch about it.” 

You stepped away, your back to him, now in front of the table the body used to be on at the start of the night, hands on the cool edge you say, “Sometimes I wish I were the one on the table. I think if that were the case I’d have a hell of a lot less problems.” 

You don’t even hear him step up behind you, no, you feel him first. His hands meet your shoulders and he pushes you, half forcing you over the table, his body presses to yours. “You know, that could be arranged.” 

The breath is stolen from your lungs, mind awash with curiosity, it grabs hold as you pour over every potential possibility of just what he could be meaning, and you ask, “What?”

“You could be the one on the table, if you truly wanted to be, maybe you should be, I think it could be good for you.” 

A hard swallow, still unsure, you inquire, “You think?”

“I do, according to you I somehow, inexplicably, think too much or not enough.” One hand is on your hip and the other one is sliding up your body, coming to grip your throat, you can feel his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, goosebumps raise as he presses onward, “I think you don’t trust me enough and also, that you talk too much.”

“Who? Me?” You question and his hand squeezes your throat once before it slides to the back of your neck, he pushes hard, your body slams down onto the table, head turning, cheek to cold metal. “Yes. You. Constantly running your mouth, always scrutinising, judging, I’m sick of it. You are right, however, the subjects on this table don’t do much talking or thinking, maybe if we get you in a similar state you’ll be more compliant and agreeable.”

This had a certain appeal, unexpected, exciting, you throw one last question his way to drive home your point and push his buttons, “Think you are capable of such a feat Doctor?” 

In a half hour Dan is coming back downstairs, much cleaner and hopeful that you and Herbert had worked out your petty squabbling. He doesn’t hear any yelling which is a good sign, his sneakers hit the bottom step and then the sound of you crying out reaches his ears. His first thought is you and Herbert attempting another experiment solo and it going awry, “Shit.”

He curses and moves forward quickly, the door is thrown open and he expects to see another scene similar to earlier, to see gore and a fight and true while there is still blood smeared and a struggle going on it wasn’t of the variety he was counting on. You are bent over the table, half undressed, Herbert’s belt around your neck, wrapped twist around his hand. Your form is sweat slick and your whole body is taut, Herbert’s hand that wasn’t currently holding the belt, was below your waist. You were a complete mess and Herbert looked far too composed, all things considered.

The sound of the door slamming open has you looking up at the source of the sound, you look like you could cry, you beg, sounding totally pathetically desperate, “Dannn, help me, please?”

He comes into the room properly and asks, “Herbert what are you doing to them?”

“Nothing bad, just trying to instill a little respect and discipline, Daniel.” He says it simply, his hand still working and Dan asks, “And you are doing that by?”

“Edging them until they can’t talk.” He said easily and the response came over the chorus of your needy moans, pleasure cresting again and Herbert’s hand stopping once more, you groaned in frustration. Dan’s eyebrows raised and he asked,“I thought we liked it when they talked?”

“Not when all they add to the proceedings are complaints.” The tone Herbert spoke in, directly into your ear made you shiver, eyes falling closed, a stirring of your hips, a silent plea for him to continue, something he obliges. 

“Seems really mean Herb.” Dan says it but it doesn’t sound that serious, his eyes are roving over your body, you feel vulnerable and exposed, insanely turned on, “So you don’t want to join in? I have to say this experiment so far is proving to be quite fruitful.” 

You hoped he would give in, that he would show mercy, so you implore him, “He-help, c’mon, Dan-”

Herbert mocked you with a sadistic grin, tugging on the belt, “Yeah, c’mon Dan, look how needy they are.” 

It is true, you don’t think you have ever been needier, you are approaching the edge once more and Hebert rips his hand away, leaving you hanging on the edge and you sob, tears threaten to spill down your cheeks as you whine and how is he meant to resist you like this? 

Dan knocked Herbert’s hand out of the way and he took over, his touch firm and right where you needed it, making you gasp out, “Tha-thank you”

“I gotta say, I’ll take this over you two fighting any day.” 

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FINAL CHAPTER IS UP! 💉

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💛 = SFW, ❤️ = NSFW (18+ ONLY), 👀 = WIP/Coming Soon

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Babylon 5 (1993)

✨G’Kar✨

~ Who Reads The Mind Reader? ❤️:

Part 1 ✨ Part 2 👀

Summary: When a second commercial telepath is assigned to Babylon Five alongside Talia Winters, G'Kar makes her an offer that nobody else has accepted.

Castle Freak (1995)

✨John Reilly✨

~ A Second Chance ❤️:

Summary: John's never acted on his attraction...until now.

~ Breeze ❤️:

Summary: John and the reader enjoy a sunny spring day on the castle grounds. - Kinktober 2022 Day 9

Doctor Mordrid (1992)

✨Anton Mordrid✨

~ 👀

From Beyond (1986)

✨Crawford Tillinghast✨

~ Business Trip ❤️:

Summary: Crawford’s girlfriend is out of town on business, and he misses her. - Kinktober 2022 Day 12

~ The Sweater ❤️:

Summary: A drabble about Crawford and his thoughts on you wearing his sweater.

Lurking Fear (1994)

✨Dr. Haggis✨

~ 👀

Murder, She Wrote (1984-1996)

✨Lawrence Baker✨

~ The Baker’s Baker ❤️:

Part One ✨ Part Two 👀 Part Three 👀 Part Four 👀

Summary: Lawrence Baker gets a taste of Cabot Cove, in all her chaos, and manages to stumble right into the middle of a mystery.

Re-Animator (1985)

✨Herbert West✨

~ Experimentation 💛:

Summary: Reader has feelings for Herbert and Dan ships it.

~ The Fluke ❤️:

Summary: Herbert makes a bad choice, but it ends with an orgasm…so was it really that bad? - Kinktober 2022 Day 24

✨Poly!Danbert✨

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The Frighteners (1996)

✨Milton Dammers✨

~ Good Boy ❤️:

Summary: A small exploration of Milton’s praise kink. - Kinktober 2022 Day 1

~ Off The Record ❤️:

Summary: Milton’s partner has always had a thing for his gloves. He’s never noticed…until now. - Kinktober 2022 Day 15

The Phantom Empire (1988)

✨Andrew Paris✨

~ 👀

Urgency (2010)

✨Sumner Cavic✨

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Would You Rather (2012)

✨Shepard Lambrick✨

~ Manners 💛:

Summary: The reader bumps into two blue bloods of varying temperaments. (#1 in the “Love And Other Investments” series)

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HELLO THERE 👀

Masterlist

Ao3

(in ao3 I just work with my ships)

First:

I write only for male/nonbinary/gender non conforming readers. Transfem readers are welcome too if they want representation.

All the hcs and imagines and stuff are female and as a trans dude myself, I want to write for the ones who struggle to find things with male/gn pronouns.

If you're female I can't stop you to interact here but please, don't be disrespectful. This profile is a safe space for all the LGBTIQ+

Requests are: OPEN

Current Requests: 5

Kiss Prompt thing

Who I write for:

Slashers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Michael Myers

RZ Michael Myers

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Billy Lenz

Poly Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Mickey Altieri

Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

Jesse Chromeans (Chromeskull)

Leslie Vernon

Billy Chapman

Kurt Kunkle

Josef (Creep)

Pennywise (2017 version)

Norman Bates

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Martin (1977)

Ash Williams (I know he's not an slasher stfu)

Star Wars

Obi-wan Kenobi

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Lando Carlisian

Qui-Gon Jinn

Rey

Jynn Erso

Marvel

Peter Parker (any version)

Stephen Strange/Dr Strange

Otto Octavius

Arthur Harrow

Khonshu

Bucky Barnes

Pietro Maximoff (any version)

Loki

Sylvie

Mantis

Deadpool

DC

Joker/Arthur Fleck

Joker (Heath Ledger)

Jerome Valeska

Edward Nygma/Nashton (any version)

Oswald Cobblepot (any version)

Jonathan Crane

Abner Krill (Polka Dot Man)

Harley Quinn

Barry Allen (Ezra Miller's, I didn't watch the show)

Ratcatcher 2

Bruce Wayne/Batman (any version)

Clark Kent/Superman (any version except Smallville one)

Other characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Eddie Munson

Beetlejuice

Dewey Riley

Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman

Hutch Mansell

Dewey Finn

Tommy Bomowski (Coach Boomer)

Jareth The Goblin King

Abe Sapiens

Jason Dean

Robert Van Helsing

Dennis Rafkin

Ships I write for

Zsaszmask

Vigilmaker

Nygmobblepot

Octogoblin

Lokius

Stuilly

Batjokes

Harlivy

Stucky

Jinnobi

Sambucky

Harkrill

Danbert

Spideypool

Josef x Aaron

Josef x Sara

What I write

Headcanons

One-shots

Fluff

Angst

Nsfw

What I don't write

Full fics (only one-shots and headcanons)

Incest

Omegaverse

P3d0phil14

Any bathroom kink.

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One of these days, I'm only finally get an idea for a poly! Danbert fic and actually write it. Hopefully soon

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Multi-May Masterlist.

"Lessons In Faking It Redux." Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"I Love You Best In." Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"Three Against One." Mourning Wood (Buddy Swanson, Sam Wescott and Leslie Vernon) X AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"Helping You, Helping Me." TMOMD Threesome AU! Freddy Kruger X Amber Cottrell X GN! Reader. NSFW-Ish.

"You Can't Steal What Is Willingly Given." Poly!Coven X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Yes, I Can." Poly!Hinge!Sinclairs. X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Another Day." Poly!Camping Boys X GN! Reader. SFW.

"A Lack Of Climax In Act Three." Reverse! Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"Wrath Akin To A God." Poly!DanBert X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Sweet On You." Poly!Ghostface X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Life, Imitating Art, Imitating Life." Mickey Altieri And Randy Meeks X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Nine. "Stay." Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"You Should Try It." Blossom James X Henry Williamson X FEM! Reader. SFW.

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

Oooh thank you so much for the tag! Okay these are not in any particular order, but let's kick this off with-

"I Never Pegged You As The Type." This is a collab fic I did with @ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds about the reader pegging Freddy Krueger. I think it is one of the things I have had the most fun writing! Ace and I still have a part 2 in the works and I cannot wait to do it. His characterization feels on point, it's hot and so fun! Big recc from me.

"Afternoon Delight." A Stu Macher solo piece! A rarity in this fandom/from me. I know, I know poly!Ghostface is THE moment and the mood and I adore them but something about this piece makes me feel warm. I was watching Scream with a friend and noticed the stained glass window on the second floor and had the idea to center a thing on hooking up against it and such a simple thought and idea turned out this beauty! I love when that happens and I feel it really encapsulates what I do best, taking the unconventional and making it hot as hell.

"Surprised?" A Leslie Vernon SFW soft piece about the reader proposing to him. I got the idea for it and even though I was writing something else entirely the urge to write this struck me so hard I stopped it and banged this out in like an hour. Aren't those ones just the best? The ones that flow out of you like water? I just love this one so fucking it is insane. Soft pieces from me are rare so when they come along and so easily it is truly something special.

"Make It Right." A Poly!DanBert fic that @darklylucid commissioned! It is long as fuck, emotional, angsty, hot, beautiful, it's everything you could want really! It was a total joy to write and so fun to revisit! I seriously cannot recc this one enough if you are a fan of my poly stuff and my smut.

"Through The Heart Is The Only Way." My current long fic! I am having a total ball with it, no pressure, taking my time but it is hot, sweet, this feels like a natural progression, a true evolution in my long fic writing! It isn't all porn, there is depth and exploring a poly dynamic with Chucky and Tiffany is fucking amazing. I cannot wait to get more into it!

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Reblog if you love polyam ships!

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"Make It Right." Poly!DanBert X AFAB! Reader. A Commission.

Well hey, hey, hey! I have been working on this for God, I dunno how long at this point! A long ass time! This is the second commission from @darklylucid and it beats out the last one! This is basically 14K angsty, pining and smutty as fuck Poly!DanBert fuckery. I spent so much time on this, so much energy! Kelly gave me a gorgeous 1.5K outline for this and I went the hell off. I hope you all love it as much as she did! I put everything into this. So without further ado! Here we go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 13.9K. Hebert West X Dan Cain X AFAB! Reader. Poly!DanBert. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Pining. And They Were Roommates. Roommates to Friends To Lovers. Angst. Fighting. Coldness. Herbert Is An Asshole. Kissing. Making Out. Domesticniess. Polyamory Obviously. Touching. Vaginal Fingering. Masturbation. Vaginal Sex. Jerking Off. Dirty Talk. Oral Sex. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Multiple Orgasms. Cunnilingus. Double Penetration. Crying Reader. Restainted Reader. Praise. Dacryphilia. Overstimulation. Cream Pie. Biting. Begging.

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You had always suspected something was up ever since you first moved in. Just that there was more than met the eye to your two roommates. There was the basement that they were weirdly protective over that made you much too curious, however you decided to not venture down there right away, a particular look in Herbert’s eyes told you that it was a bad idea and you figured you shouldn’t press. 

They had lived together for a long time, clearly a lot of history, closeness, like they had been through something serious, heavy, that bonded them. It wasn’t said outright but you had a way about you that clued you into it, you pieced it together over the course of weeks bleeding into months of living with them.

The closeness they shared is what made the gears in your head start to turn. You had eyes, could admit they were attractive, you noticed that the first day you met them but more than that is what really got your thoughts cooking. You noticed moments of intimacy between the pair that you probably weren’t meant to, holding hands under the table one night, lingering looks, a bit of innuendo. One morning, your suspicions are confirmed, you come down earlier than normal to see a rather sleepy looking Herbert clinging to Dan. The smaller man’s arms around his taller companion, cheek pressed to his back between his shoulder blades as Dan makes coffee. It is an oddly sweet moment, one you were sure you weren’t meant to see, you make sure to keep your overseeing it quiet. Seeing how they are that morning is what puts the nail in the coffin and gets you thinking hard. They have some sort of relationship and the fact they do has made you think and think hard.

Emotions have been stirring within you, building, a feeling you knew well, a crush, one that has deep roots, the kind that makes you feel warm and your brain soaked in syrupy delightful hope for more.

It takes a bit before one night in a cold sweat after waking from a dream you realise, shit, you have one on not just Dan and not just Herbert, but both of them. 

Human beings capacity for feeling, for emotional depth on that level, it is staggering, you had crushes before but never on more than one person at once. Certainly never two people at once who were entangled with one another. 

You tried to ignore it at first but that didn’t work out as well as you hoped it would. Not when Dan would make you coffee in the morning just how you liked it or when he would check in with you at the end of the day on how it went. Even Herbert had his own way about him that you loved, seeing him with Dan, the levity he could bring, he was really fucking funny. You could listen to Herbert rant about the incompetencies of others for hours but if you did that you’d run out of breath and have sore ribs. 

Your feelings were really sealed for the pair of them when one night you’d fallen asleep on the couch, the sound of them coming up from the basement woke you but you were still so tired, so comfortable, you refused to get up. Keeping your eyes closed, willing to sleep it out a while longer, you hear them stop before going to their rooms. 

“She’s asleep.” Dan said in a  hushed tone and Herbert said with a sigh, “Ever observant Daniel.” 

You hear a light smack and a quiet, “Ow!” You hear Dan muffle a laugh and you fight the urge to smile, “Real mature. Now can we go to bed?” 

Dan said, “In a minute.” You hear more footsteps come towards the couch. “You were the one who insisted we had to go to bed. What are you doing?” 

“Give me a minute, you are so impatient. I don’t want her to get cold.” Dan said and you then feel a blanket being draped over you. “There, now we can.” 

Dan was always so sweet, you felt warm but then you heard Herbert scoff, a “What?” From Dan until Herbert comes over, the blanket is adjusted, pulls it and you realise your feet were not covered until he fixed that. “Now we can.” 

Herbert teased, mocking what Dan had said and it made his companion shake his head. “Even when you do something nice you gotta be an asshole about it.” 

“What? I thought you’d be happy, you left her half covered Dan! Do something right if you are going to do it.”

More footsteps and their voices getting too quiet to hear as they left you there. You really didn’t want to get up now. You stay curled up after they walk away and fall asleep and dream of them again, of getting to be part of what they have. It was then that your pining really started. 

You find yourself longing for more time with the pair. You try to squeeze even more time with them. You ask Herbert about his research and try to rein in your overly soft expression as he talks and talks and talks excitedly. 

You cook with Dan, both of you meal plan and grocery shop and prep and make it all together and both of you drag Herbert to eat with you both too, he can’t say no when both of you beg. You help out with all kinds of the daily boring maintenance of life because it is better doing it with them. The longer it drags on the worse it gets.

Little did you know it was getting bad for them too. You were getting to them. Dan fell first and he fell early. It was such a small innocuous thing. He had a hard day. He came home, showered, got changed and then sat himself on the couch to rest before getting dinner together but before he could get up to fetch his own food you came in with a steaming plate. When questioned you smiled and said, “I know you had a long shift, figured the last thing you wanted after today was to cook.” 

He took the plate gratefully and looked down at the food you’d made just for him before looking back up to you and asked, “Are you hungry?”

“I actually ate earlier but do you mind if I sit with you while you do? You can vent about your day if you want to.” 

Dan was utterly smitten and it took this moment two and a half months into living with you to realise it. From then on Dan savoured every moment spent with you all the more. Nights that he wasn’t in the basement with Herbert he was around you, cooking, watching tv, playing cards, whatever struck your fancy honestly. 

Herbert took a lot longer to start getting invested in the same fashion. What made him start to wonder and question was one evening when not working on his research, Dan was out and he needed him to make any real progress at this stage, he was sitting on the couch reading. 

You came in with a book of your own asking if he minded if you joined him and he didn’t see a reason why to not allow you. 

The comfortable silence you shared, only the soft sound of turning pages, the presence of you next to him wasn’t an annoyance, it was welcome. Oddly, comforting. He liked it much more than he anticipated, the only person he usually could tolerate, forget about like, just tolerate in this fashion was Dan and that took a long time to get to that point. But here you were, worming your way in much faster than that. It was strange. 

The next moment was when you asked him about the book when you had seen that he had finished reading it. He was struck that you noticed he had first off and that next that you wanted his opinion. He found himself with his coffee at the kitchen table talking rapidly, similar to how he was when he vented but this time it was enthusiastic excitement over how much he enjoyed this particular book. He normally didn’t go off about something he did for fun or pleasure, more often than not when he talked like this it was about his work and nothing else but you apparently had the uncanny ability to pull this out of him. 

He ponders over it, wonders what is up with him, he is passing by your bedroom one afternoon during such a time he is wondering when he hears a sound that makes him stop short. 

A moan. 

Coming from your room. It was your voice, it was you. He should leave and not intrude but curiosity got the better of him, he was about to step away but heard you moan what sounded like…His name? 

He stepped closer, his ear placed to the wood and he could hear you much better like this. Soft moans, gasping breaths, the sound of wetness, the light sound of the bed springs from what he assumed was you rocking on the mattress. 

You sounded so needy. He doesn’t think he has ever heard someone moan his name like that, as if you hurt from being denied of him at that moment, no he hadn’t heard that not even during the times he and Dan had-

And he heard you moaning it again and he was gone, he was so hard in a second.

He listened much longer than he should have. His hand was so close to the doorknob, he had the urge to push open the door, to ask if you needed help but that was ludicrous, you moaning his name like this it meant, nothing right? It could be some innocent fantasy, you might not even want him like that. The longer he listened the less likely that seemed, the more he was convinced you were serious. 

The only thing that made him pull away was when he realised how achingly hard he was and that he needed to go deal with this and that getting caught dick in hand in front of your bedroom door would be awful. He would never be able to explain himself without you thinking he was a total pervert. He walked away as he thought well if you caught him like that or the fact he thought that in the first place might mean that he was. 

He went to his room and sat on the edge of his bed, his pants down around his thighs and his hand wrapped around himself. He came in less than three minutes with your name on his lips. 

You continue to invade his thoughts frequently, at inopportune moments he is reminded of some funny thing you said, or more often than not that afternoon he overheard you. 

It wasn't the only time he overheard you either. Other afternoons, late at night, some mornings even. Every time he walked the hall and saw your door was closed he would wonder what you were up to and if he would hear you.

Herbert hates that you occupy his mind this much, he has other things to concern himself with, he doesn’t understand why this is happening, what is it about you that is so special? One night after dinner you excuse yourself to go to your room and Herbert and Dan take the chance to go to the lab and do some research. They are sitting and both doing research on their own respective things, general note taking and review and prep and as they sit working Herbert's mind wanders and he wonders if you are masturbating right now. 

He sits perched on his stool picturing you sprawled out, two fingers buried in your wet hole, fucking in and out, palm slapping your clit, pleasure clear on your face, breath catching and back arching, he bets you looks fucking incredible.

He sighs, taking his glasses off with one hand, the other rubbing his eyes in exasperation, he should be working, he is falling behind on it all but instead he is stuck in a loop imagining you getting off and rock hard over it. Dan noticed Herbert stopped and was sitting there head half in his hands and he asked, “Are you having some trouble?”

He contemplated for a moment and decided fuck it, you were busy, he wouldn’t get anymore work done till this was dealt with and Dan was right here, a much better option than his own hand. He pivots on his stool and stands up allowing Dan to see his ‘issue’ and he asks, “Yes I am. Do you think you can help me?”

Dan grins, leaning forward on the table, eyes locked on the prominent erection standing out in Herbert’s black slacks, “Of all the things I thought that might have been weighing on your mind this was certainly not one of them.” 

Pencil in his grip he leaned closer, reaching out with the writing utensil, the eraser end of it tracing the line of his dick and watching as Herbert’s hips bucked forward slightly, “Ooh real needy tonight, yeah?”

Herbert scoffed at Dan’s teasing, arms crossed with a roll of his eyes and his companion pressed, “What got you so worked up just sitting here anyway? Am I that irresistible?” 

“Hardly Daniel.” He grit out as Dan started to open his pants, “Mmm, so if it wasn’t me then what?”

Should he say? He wasn’t sure. How would Dan handle if knowing that he had been pining after you, that he overheard and listened in like some creepy little voyeur while you masturbated? What if he reacted badly and wanted to stop what they had going on, then Herbert would be on his own and things might get weird or strained, their shared work might suffer-

But then Dan has his clothing out of the way and one of his hands around Herbert’s shaft and he exhales shakily and without being able to stop it or meaning to he breathes out your name. That makes Dan’s hand stop mid-stroke and he says, “You’ve been thinking about her too?”

Those six simple words unlocked a new level of the pair of them hooking up. 

That night while having sex sprawled on the work table they both admitted things to each other in the heat of the moment, all about how they had been growing closer to you individually, talking about how well you fit, how much they liked you and of course, how hot you are. 

Herbert wasn’t the only one who had overheard you. Dan was on his knees, Herbert leaning against the table, fists gripping the edge, losing himself in the hot wet feeling enveloping his dick before more words were filling his mind, “She makes the sweetest sounds when she’s touching herself, doesn’t she Herbert?” 

He tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair and forced himself back into his mouth with a strained, “Yessss-” 

He couldn’t stop himself, rocking his hips forward, fucking at a less than leisurely pace into Dan’s mouth, he sounded almost angry as he grit out, “How-how do you think she, ugh, does it?” 

A hum before he pops off, his hand taking over, firm grip, another moan pulled from the man above him. 

Dan says, “I think she might have a toy or two, sometimes I hear a very consistent-” slipping the cock in his grip halfway back into his mouth, hand locked around the base, he hummed until Herbert let out a choked off gasp and he pulls back, now finishing the thought, “-humming coming from her room.” 

The thought of you with a vibe pressed between your thighs, biting your hand to try and keep quiet as the mechanically assisted pleasure coursed through you dragged Herbert to the edge with a frightening pace that made his head spin. He made an attempt to push Dan away, wanting to prolong this experience but as Dan’s grip tightened and his tongue swirled over the tip no way could he stop.

When Dan had swallowed him back was once again seated on his stool and Herbert had a slick hand around him, stroking him, wrist twisting on the down stroke as he told him all about, “-the first time I heard her I couldn’t help myself, I felt so bad but fuck, she sounded way too good to ignore, I just had to do something!-”

Herbert nodded, face almost buried in Dan’s neck, “-I can’t ignore her, it’s maddening, why can’t I ignore her?”

“I don’t know, God, harder! Yeah like that-” He panted, “-is-is she putting something in the food when she cooks?” Dan sounded wrecked, rocking up into Herbert’s fist as more brief theories were thrown back and forth until he met his own end.

When both of them had cum and were sitting there in the aftermath, scattered paper work, spilled cum, dishevelled and panting they realised they were in trouble. No way could they go back to what they had before, not without talking about you. Now that their mutual attraction was out in the open why hide it from each other when it could elevate what they did this much?

Between hanging out with you more and more, not just solo, but together and hot as hell hook ups where you were the main topic of conversation in a few weeks a conclusion was reached. 

They wanted you. Talking about you wasn’t enough. But what are the odds that you’d be into this? Into both of them, want both of them? 

There was a serious discussion, while clothes were left on about pursuing this. The logistics of it, how it all might work out and it lasted for hours and they both ultimately decided that it was too wild, no way, the risks too great.

And yet…

Dan couldn’t help himself from testing the waters, even when Herbert was resistant and you were so into his advances and flirting it shocked them both. You returned the flirting openly, almost shamelessly, an air of, “What took you so long?” almost oozing out of you as you bantered with Dan who was still attempting to regain his footing from this sudden development. 

Dan tested it hard, allowing himself to get closer and closer to you physically and emotionally and you returned it and Herbert with a small tentative start getting closer too and more involved.

This had been a long time coming. The casual affection growing, the care, the conversations and investment and the sexual tension was now permeating every interaction instead of just half of them like before the flirting kicked up. It was nearly too much to take, Dan and Herbert were practically fucking each other raw from the pace that they were going at it inspired by you and you similarly were running out of batteries much too quickly. 

The song and dance lasts much longer than it should have but eventually the message is crystal fucking clear. You want them. They want you. Herbert and Dan admit to each other that this thing between them, whatever it is, they don’t want to continue it without you. They can’t imagine it without you, it’s impossible, it feels nearly ineffable and undefinable, a feeling, Herbert hates the fact that he is going to do this massive risk based off of a fucking feeling of all things but even he can’t deny this. 

So a decision was made, it was on the table, it was worth it after all and the night it was meant to happen, that Herbert and Dan were going to properly ask, you knew it was coming, it was obvious, you were ecstatic and thought they were too. 

The unthinkable happened. 

The meeting that would become your first date, you and Dan were stood up. Herbert never showed up. Herbert locked himself in the basement. No word, no note, no answer when they knocked. It was odd, confusing, hurtful. 

You and Dan try to have a good time but it feels weird, half hearted and you both go to bed alone and unsure. 

The next day everything feels off. Herbert doesn’t look at either of you, barely acknowledges you, he is either at the hospital, in the basement, locked up tight, not even letting Dan in, or in his bedroom.

He barely eats, offers of food you and Dan made are rejected outright, plates of well prepared meat and vegetables, pasta, homemade pizza, all shoved away. He makes himself toast and things that require him being in the kitchen for more than a few short minutes at a time because whenever you both caught him in there you’d badger him.

He doesn’t want to talk, he doesn’t want to spend any time together. You try to reach out, try to figure out what is wrong but he acts if he doesn’t hear you, even with you right next to him. After weeks of this treatment, he ignores you so thoroughly you pursue him, ask him question after question and he doesn’t pay you any mind.

You follow behind begging him on and on, eventually you cut in front of him stopping him in a doorway, your hands gripping the door frame so hard your knuckles are aching, looking up at him and asking “What is your fucking damage Herbert?!”

He still doesn’t even look at you, an exasperated sigh as he says, “Are you quite finished?” 

The tone he says it, the tiredness and finality of it, like you are nothing more than an inconvenience, it hurts. You bite your lip and drop your arms, step to the side and he brushes past you, purposefully avoiding touching you at all and when you hear his footsteps head down the steps you allow emotion to overtake. 

Dan finds you sitting at the kitchen table, you hadn’t started dinner and were just looking at your hands, fighting back tears.

“What’s wrong?” He asked so softly, you hadn’t heard him come in and you jump, you wipe at your eyes and tell him in a rough voice, “Nothing.” 

It clearly wasn’t nothing. It was awful, he hated seeing you like this and even without you saying it outright he knew it had to do with Herbert. You have no idea what went wrong and Dan has no idea either. 

Dan marches down to the basement, intent on finding out what the fuck Herbert’s deal was. He pounds on the door until Herbert finally opens it and lets him in. 

“What do you want, Daniel?” Herbert asked, sounding much too tired for any sort of casual talking let alone something this heavy. “What I want is to know what the hell has been up with you?”

“Tonight?” Herbert asked nonchalantly, flipping through papers and Dan scoffed, “No! For the past I don’t know, three-ish weeks? Ever since the night you stood us up?”

Herbert hums, his back to Dan, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Don’t-” Dan sighed, hanging his head before asking further, “Don’t know what I’m talking about?” 

Herbert let out a half laugh, a shrug of his shoulders as he tapped the paper stack in his hands on the table, a shake of his head as he said, “I don’t Dan, really.”

“Bullshit Herbert! You’ve been ignoring me, you’ve been ignoring her! She talks to you, tries to engage and you pretend she isn’t there at all!” Herbert refuses to turn around as Dan continues on, “No meals, no conversation-”

A loud exasperated sigh cut him off before he said, “How long do you intend to ramble on Daniel?” 

His jaw drops. “How can you be like this? I thought you grew past this shit, you’re acting like when you first moved in years ago, worse maybe-”

Dan came forward, his hand on Herbert’s shoulder to turn him, make him meet his gaze but Herbert jerked away from him, stepping quickly out of his grip as he barked out, “Don’t touch me!”

He pulled his hands back. This isn't right. He knew something was up but this was more serious than he thought. “Herbert, what's wrong? Talk to me, please, I’m…” He sighed, his hands running through his hair in a mixture of concern and exasperation, “I’m worried about-” 

“Nothing is wrong, I have nothing to talk about with you and I want you to leave.” He sounded so cold, it drove the point home that this wasn’t going to happen, at least not tonight. Dan turned and said, “Fine.”

He left, the sound of his shoes on the concrete floor and the soft closing the door signalling his departure. 

It somehow got worse from there. The few times he did need to address you, Herbert was rude, he snapped often, and was frankly being an asshole. He would complain loudly about you being in the living room all the time, that your leftovers took up space in the fridge, that you showered at the most inconvenient times. You got more and more upset and pulled away too, both you and Dan seeking more and more comfort in each other. 

You and Dan talked and had zero clue why he was being like this. Dan had tried to initiate several more talks and different points and there were piles of excuses and no answers. 

Everything physical between Herbert and Dan stopped completely and it was one the hardest parts of this. He hadn’t realised how much he would miss it, he hadn’t seriously analysed what they had shared but it had a much more profound effect that he had been aware of. It wasn’t just the sex, it was the rest, him actually opening up, allowing some sort of vulnerability, the time shared and conversations had. The more Dan thought about the more intense emotion under the surface of what he had always written off as a casual arrangement the more upset he got that it had been cut so short without an input by him. He wondered if Herbert felt the same or if this was all imagined by him. 

Dan was becoming so frustrated by it all he was having difficulty looking at Herbert when he was around and the pair of you in growing so weary with this all clung closer to each other. Your feelings for Dan were so strong that you still wanted to try and make it work with just you both, something that had been tentative and on hold during this mess with Herbert and Dan feels the same. Trying to focus on what you both could have is better than moping about and trying to get Herbert to talk when that clearly wasn’t going to happen. 

“Are you sure that is okay?” You asked sitting across from him at the dinner table and he shrugs, resigned, “I think so? I mean…I see him hurting but what can I do if he isn’t willing to talk or accept our help?”

He had a point. 

So you press on. 

It is nice. Going out on actual dates, cooking together, watching movies, being in his arms, it all feels nice but at the same time not quite right. Something is off, missing, different. There are times of great joy, where you and Dan are making bread and laughing about something or curled up sleepy on the couch or when he presses a kiss to your cheek where it feels almost okay, where it feels close to what you want and need. But it falls short.

You find yourself feeling almost wracked with guilt as you get closer to Dan because well you know you can never be completely his. The two of them go together in your mind and you suppose in your heart as well, even with the shabby treatment from Herbert you still care, you still think of how it was before his emotional shift. 

One night Dan works late and you find yourself thinking much too much about how it used to be. When it was light and easy, the three of you all together, it just made sense, but nothing was making much sense lately, the one thing that brings any sense of comfort and normalcy, even if it isn’t full or all the way there is what you have with Dan. When he comes home, tired and weary, he assumes you are already long in bed. 

You aren’t.

You are up and waiting for him. He came into the kitchen to see you leaning against the counter, he asked quietly, “You’re still up?”

“Yeah.” You said simply and he asked, “Couldn’t sleep?”

“No. I was thinking too much.” You admitted and pushed off the counter, coming over to him he asked, “Thinking about what?”

“Everything that has been happening lately, but mostly, about how much I want you.”  Once you had stepped close enough you leaned up, your hands on the back of Dan’s neck, nudging him down to help meet you better as you kissed him. 

This wasn’t your first kiss, not by a long shot. There had been many a date that ended with one, times over dinner you’d made and before leaving, ones of all kinds but this felt different from the jump. Hot and needy and desperate. You tried to pour all the emotion you could into it, the heat, the hurt, you felt like you required this the same way you did air, it felt important. You kissed him with such hunger, as if it would heal what was broken inside. He didn’t question, he kissed you deeply in return, it feels good, better than you have in a while. 

The kissing doesn’t end there, from the kitchen you eventually stumbled your way to his room, barely pulling away from one another, clothes being stripped along the way and he and you fall into his bed and it all comes to ahead. You seek total comfort in one another. Wandering hands and hungry mouths and you urging him on soon enough, “Dan, Dan please, I need you-” 

“I need you too-” He was already out of breath, panting at the same rate his fingers were rocking in and out of you. This was bound to happen eventually, Herbert had snapped at you this morning and at dinner time, book ending your day with his cruelty and Herbert had been less than nice to Dan at the hospital and it all just happened. 

You finally under Dan, no clothing at all between you in the dim lighting from the street lamp outside, you’d seen him shirtless before since you lived together but seeing all of him like this was overwhelming. He took the briefest moment to take in the view of your body as well, the way his hands ran over your form made you squirm as he praised you, “So beautiful.” 

“Please, I can’t take it anymore. Make me feel good.” You begged and finally it happened. After months of build up and more he is sliding inside of you and stealing your breath away. The stretch of him is more than you are expecting but you relish in the burn of it. You kissed him again, arms looped around his neck and he started to move and the moan that you let out into his mouth drove him forward. He thrusts harder with a sound of pleasure of his own and it starts this chain reaction of you feeding into each other. 

It becomes faster, more frenzied, needier, it goes on and you are moving with him, pain had mostly given way to pleasure. You were panting, moaning his name, and he was moaning yours, “Touch yourself.” 

The tone makes your hand slip between your bodies with no hesitation and you rub your straining clit and in a few short moments you are falling apart around him and as soon as your pleasure was sealed he pulled out, stroking himself to his end, he painted your stomach with the mess of him, leaving you both spent and heaving. 

As he fell beside you the emotion and gravity of what you had done hit. You inhale sharply as the realisation that it shouldn’t have been like this washes over. You did this for the wrong reasons, you needed a distraction, you felt selfish but worse, doing this without Herbert felt awful, it was a mistake. You reach out to him and he hears you sniff and his arms are around you, your face buried in his neck and, his hand stroking up and down your back as he says, “I know, I know-”

He let out a heavy sigh. “It’s not the same.” 

You both hated this. It should be easy, Herbert should be here, why was he being like this? It hurt so much and felt so awful without him being a part of this, it felt like you were doing something you shouldn’t. You can never fully be Dan’s and the guilt is eating you alive for not appreciating him fully and still wanting after someone who clearly didn’t want you and was treating you so awfully. 

You and Dan fall asleep together that night after many shared tears, exhaustion finally claiming you sometime in the early hours of the morning and everything feels worse the next day. Even more strained and days and more days go by without you talking about it because it hurts too much. You think too much. 

No matter what you do, you can’t separate them. Dan and Herbert are a package deal and you love them both but trying to have one without the other has proven excruciating and impossible. 

You can’t take it.

Another very late night Dan comes home and he wants to talk to you, you’ve both been avoiding the night you shared together and you need to talk about it. He finds you in your bedroom with tears on your cheeks and a suitcase on your bed. 

He doesn’t believe what he is seeing at first, in stunned silence he watches for a moment until finally getting up the nerve when he asks, “What are you doing?”

“Leaving.” You say seriously, your eyes don’t move from your task, you feel unable to look at him and he comes forward, “What? Why?”

“Because Dan I…” You sighed heavily, “Can’t do this anymore. It’s too much. It's too hard.” You say as you continue to take clothing from your dresser and put it into the open case on your bed. 

“You’re going to leave because of this? We can work this out, we can talk about it! We-we can figure it out, I know we can.” He pleaded and you shake your head, “No I don��t think we can.” 

“Do you think we rushed having sex? Because we can take a huge step back, there isn’t any reason we have to-” He reached out to you and you didn’t let him make contact, pulling your arm back before he could touch you. It reminds him of when Herbert jerked away from him and it hurts something deep in Dan’s chest. 

“Dan no. I-I feel just, I feel terrible! I feel immense guilt over all this, I feel like it’s my fault!”

“Your fault?” He questioned, he wanted to come closer, he wanted to touch you, he was fighting every urge to touch you, comfort you physically. 

“Yes Dan. My fault. Like if I didn’t try to get between you and Herbert he wouldn’t have turned so cold and this wouldn’t have happened. That Herbert wouldn’t hate me.” You were twisting the shirt in your hands back and forth, a nervous habit, you felt too keyed up, not sure what to do with yourself as you spilled your emotional guts and everything you’d been holding inside.

“More than that what we have Dan, I feel so bad because I can’t fully give myself to you! Even though Herbert has been a total asshole lately I still…I still-” You sniff and Dan asks, “You still?”

“I still love him.” You hang your head. 

“You still love him? You love him?”  He asked, hands on his hips, total disbelief by your admission. 

“Don’t you?” 

Shit. Dan ran his hand through his hair. “Yes.”

“I love you too Dan...” You say it so quietly he almost doesn’t hear. He looks up and you are finally looking at him. 

“And after telling me that you expect me to be able to let you go?” He sounded so hurt, closer to tears himself and it tore you up but you stood firm. 

“Yes Dan. I-I love you both. I want you both but if I can’t have that…”

Your voice trailed off before you say next, “If I go then maybe you and Herbert can go back to what you were before I got here and fucked everything up.” 

“Fuck that. That is-” He shook his head, his hand ran over his face before saying, “-and there is nothing I can say to convince you to stay?”

“No Dan.” A slow and sad shake of your own head, “There isn’t.” 

He thinks quickly, it can’t end like this, it can’t, he can’t lose you. “Will you do me one last favour? Will you let me talk to Herbert one last time if only to try and give you, give us, some closure on all this? On why he turned so cold?” 

You can’t say no to those eyes, it is a nice thought, maybe it will help you move on so you say, “Okay. One last chance to figure out what is up with him.” 

He wanted to kiss you for the chance you had given him but instead he said, “I’ll be back, thank you! I’ll get an answer outta him, you won’t regret this-” 

And he was out the door. Still in his scrubs from the hospital he rushed right for the basement. He took the stairs two at a time and once he reached the door he pounded on it. “Herbert! I know you’re in there! Open up!” 

He didn’t get an answer in two seconds and so he hit the door with both fists, “Herbert!”

He didn’t stop until the door swung open and he saw Herbert in front of him, brow creased in anger, “What Daniel? What is it?”

He pushed past him into the basement as he started going off, “You are asking me what? I should be asking YOU what!”

“I am sure I have no idea what you mean.” Herbert said with a scoff and crossed arms and Dan turned to point at him, “Bullshit! How can you stand here and lie to me?! Try to tell me you don’t know what is wrong and everything is okay?”

Herbert shrugged and said, “I don’t know, just like this? Nothing. Is. Wrong.” 

“You are insufferable! I am not leaving till I get some fucking answers!”  Dan spat with extra venom. 

“What answers? I have no idea what you mean Daniel.” Herbert insisted and Dan shouted. “Enough! You have to be aware! You have to know that you have been acting differently! You’ve been pulling away from her, from me! You have been rude and awful and neither of us know why! Now stop denying it. Herbert. Please?”

Dan stepped closer, he looked exhausted as he asked, “Talk to me. Can’t you at least do me that small kindness?”

Herbert could see all the hurt in Dan’s eyes, how heavy and weighed down he was and he broke and said, “I-...I thought that maybe…”

He closed his eyes  and said, “It was all going so well and I was terrified I was going to fuck it all up. I still feel just, I feel awful after what happened back then with-” A hard swallow as if it hurt to say this next. “Meg.” 

He took a deep breath and pressed on, “I know so much of that was all my fault I saw how hurt you were, how you grieved and I thought that maybe if I stepped back, pushed you both away, you could be together. You and her could have something like you did with Meg and that would be better. For everyone, you could be happy and so could she.” 

Dan was so confused. He asked, “But everything seemed fine, it was going so well, when did this change of heart happen?”

“The night before I stood you up. I stayed up and thought and thought and I came to the conclusion this is better.” 

“Well it isn’t! How could you make this decision on your own? Why didn’t you talk to either of us about all this?” Dan started to pace as his voice raised again, “You don’t get to decide what makes US happy, Herbert!” 

“Daniel please, this is for the best! I know you both will be much happier without me intruding.” He said firmly. 

“You keep talking about this like you do about your work, like you are an expert but you are not when it comes to emotions and relationships! I am standing here, telling you that this isn’t what I want or what she wants, she is hurting Herbert!” Dan pleaded and Herbert shrugged. 

“She’ll get over it and move on Dan. They always do.” He sounded so sad when he said it and Dan said something that threw all of this into question for poor Herbert. 

“She’s not moving on Herb. She’s moving out.”  

Herbert closed the distance between them, his hands on Dan’s shoulders, a slight shake as he asked, no, demanded to know- “Why?! What happened?! Why is she leaving?”

Dan put his hands on Herbert’s wrists, saying harshly as he looked down at him, “She didn’t want ME, Herbert. She wanted US, but what you did worked a little too well. You convinced her you hate her and she believed you.” 

Herbert felt something akin to his mind breaking. He had been putting himself through hell thinking he had been doing the right thing, so much emotional distress and pain thinking he was doing the right thing but in the process he hurt Dan, he hurt you. He felt shameful and small, he felt stupid, he had been barely holding it together. 

He heard you both upstairs at points, the times Dan tried to come into the basement to talk to him he ignored him, arms around himself, fighting the extreme urge to throw open the door and stop being like this. 

He’d been killing himself in this basement, moving between barely working and researching at a frantic pace to distract himself from the awful thoughts of all the fun he thought you and Dan were having without him. 

And all that, it was all wrong. 

How could he have been so totally blind?

His mind was still racing when the idea hit Dan. He asked in a soft tone, his thumbs stroking the undersides of his wrists as he asked in the softest tone, “You still love her, don’t you?”

Herbert’s eyes shut and with his voice sounding wrecked and thick he says, “I am sorry Dan, fuck I am so, so sorry but even if I attempted to explain why I did what I did, she’ll…” He inhales shakily, “-she’ll never forgive me.” 

“I’m not the one you should be apologising to.” Dan said softly and when Herbert opened his eyes and saw him looking over his shoulder he turned to look to find that you were there. You had heard everything. 

For once. Herbert West who normally could never shut the fuck up, had nothing to say. 

Luckily you had many words. You came forward and Dan slipped aside to let you make a beeline right for him as you began to speak, “Herbert West you are without a doubt the most annoying, loud mouthed, belligerent, stubborn, stuck up, know it all, smartest DUMBASS I have ever had the displeasure of getting to know on such a deep and personal level.” 

He winced slightly, fists clenching as you verbally unloaded onto him, “You’ve been hiding away in this fucking basement and playing silent martyer and like you know best, for months, killing us and you in the process because you couldn’t have a single actual emotionally vulnerable conversation?” 

He gave a small nod and a half hearted shrug and he asked, “I know I was absurdly selfish but do you think…Do you think perhaps you could ever forgive me?”

You closed the last bit of distance and your hands took his, your lips pressed to his what had to be the softest and gentlest kiss you have ever given anyone. When you pulled away his face was flushed his eyes were confused and you said with a smile, “I think I just might be able to.” 

“Really?” He asked with a small smile of his own. “Yes, but you have a ton of time to make up for a lot of apologising to do first.” 

“Anything you need.” He promised. 

And that is how the three of you left the basement behind and found yourselves in Dan’s room. Yours was in shambles from packing and Herbert’s was a mess because most of his time was in the basement avoiding you both. Also Dan has the biggest bed.

Dan sat on the edge of his bed and you were pulled into his lap, his hands hook under your knees and hold you wide open, your skirt hikes up exposing your panties that had already dampened from the kissing and wandering hands that did not stop on the trip upstairs. Herbert kissed differently than Dan did. While there was significant heat to it when Dan kissed there was a more easy pace to it, a give and take with a lot of confidence in leading. When Herbert did it was hungry, it almost hurt from how needy it was, as if he was terrified that you would disappear from his touch, become impossibly out of reach and like he needed to make every single one count. 

You might complain in normal circumstances about how forward this was but after how long you had been waiting for the pair of them, you counted it all towards foreplay and you had enough waiting. You were dying for that itch to be scratched. 

Your legs were spread so wide, you feel the vulnerability permeating as Herbert drops to his knees before you. Before a single word of questioning could leave your mouth you feel his hands on your calves and his mouth on your inner thigh making any sentence you had die on your tongue. Your eyes lock with his, looking up at you as his alternated kissing your thighs, “I have something very particular in mind for this apology, if you will allow me-”

Herbert’s hands trailed up slowly until one of his hands was on your left inner thigh and his other hand was between your legs. 

“Are you ready?” Dan asked low in your ear, a soothing squeeze of his hands under your knees and you gave a small nod, “So ready.”

“You heard her Herb.” Dan prompted and the gaze of the man on his knees didn’t leave yours as his fingers finally touched down. The underwear you had chosen was a light colour, the darkening stain of your arousal helping provide a perfect starting point on his road map to torment. One finger starting slow and dragging up slowly, even pressure and when it passed over your clit through the thin fabric it was obvious, the way your breathing hitched, thighs twitched and your brow knitted together made it all too clear. Perfect. The real work began then. That same finger dragged down and back up, tracing the length of your clothed slit, a small flick on the upstroke, providing just a touch of extra pressure that made you inhale harder than necessary and then, he kept doing that.

He kept such a slow and steady pace, it was tortuous, it almost made you think of a metronome. It had such a consistent rhythm. You could nearly set your watch to it. Tick equals flick and on and on and on it went. From your clothed hole to your hardening clit again and again. 

At first it felt more like a tease than anything else but as it dragged on, the pleasure increased and took hold. More blood flowed to the area and you gained more and more sensitivity, the fabric got wetter and wetter, your eyelids grew heavy, your breathing became intense and deep as he touched so carefully and slowly. 

His head is resting on your inner thigh, you can feel his hot breath fanning over your drenched panties as his fingers work, his mouth is so close, right near the edge of your panties, so close, but so far. You never thought you would have been so into this but as he continued on you felt you might be able to cum just from this. You were squirming in Dan’s lap around the ten minute mark but Dan continued to hold you firmly. 

“Herbert-” You panted and he hummed, eyes flicking back up to yours. “Yes?”

“Sp-speed up? Please?” You ask and he shook his head as he tsk’s, “No can do.” 

You were about to ask why when he changed tactics. His finger pressed and focused on your clit through your underwear, slow and concise circles were drawn on that most sensitive place and that made your legs tense in Dan’s hands. This sped up the process and you found yourself arching closer, or as much as the man holding you would allow. Your eyes closed, biting your bottom lip, back starting to arch, you felt the slow and delicious build increasing, the pleasure building and building, the climb up that hill was slow, near agonising. 

He didn’t care that you were having such a hard time coping with the amount of sensation he was providing. After so many minutes finally, you felt so close, you were surely about to tip over, you panted out, “Fuck, fuck, M gonna-”

And his hand fell away. You cursed, “Shit! Herbert! What the fuck was that-”

He continues just as he had the first time, the slow and meticulous flicking up and down but this time with two fingers. 

The process repeats. And as it does your panties become plastered to you with the sheer amount of wetness you leaked, your clit was throbbing, he teased and teased until you could barely take it and then focused on your clit until you were close and then, cruelly, stopped. You would whimper and whine and then the protesting would stop when he started again. 

Around the third edge, wetness on your thighs, the begging started when you got close. You begged him not to stop, to please let you cum, you were going mad with the need by the fifth edge. 

Around the sixth, your underwear felt more soaked than you ever thought possible, your thighs were trembling, one word on your lips, over and over, “Please.” 

He refused to give in. 

When you hit the tenth edge, almost like he planned to do one for every finger he had, you had no more words, you felt drained, mind empty, mouth open, tears on your cheeks and panting and Dan suggested, “Herbert, I think she’d had enough-”

Herbert hummed before agreeing, “I think you may be right Dan. Lift her a bit for me, will you?”

Dan complied and Herbert’s fingers hooked in the sides of your panties and he dragged them down and off, “Thank you.” 

Dan lowered you back down as he said, “No problem.”

With a shocking amount of boldness, not caring for you and Dan watching, he brought them to his face and inhaled the scent of you deeply before discarding them aside. The image of all of that made you throb as your soaked cunt was now fully exposed to him. You swallowed thickly and asked softly, “Herbert?”

“Shh, shhh, it’s okay. Just wait, I’ll kiss it better.”  You let out an involuntary moan and he leaned in. He started with a kiss that seemingly mirrored the one you gave him in the basement, soft and light, startlingly gentle right on your aching clitoris. The feeling it invoked, a light almost fluttering kind of pull that made you want to buck your hips closer to him to get more of what he had to offer. 

You decided to trust him, against every better judgement considering all the edging he just did that he would in fact kiss it better. Another kiss and another before his tongue finally gave the softest and slowest lick over your whole slit. Your eyes rolled back with another moan as he settled in to really give it to you, even with his knees beginning to ache from kneeling so long. 

His pace is slower than anything you have ever experienced. Long licks from hole to clit, slow flicks that take around fifteen seconds to complete, it is the most exquisite torture you think you have ever experienced. It is too much and also nowhere near enough as he does it. 

He takes his sweet time as he licks, over and over, his lips close around your clit and he sucks softly and you moan long and low. He sucks and his thumbs trace the edges of your labia and you seem to see stars. 

He presses on, his tongue giving more pressure when passing over that most sensitive part of you, again and again. His tongue dips in occasionally, tasting you at the very source and he moans against your soaked cunt and it makes you shiver. You are a moaning mess in less than five minutes but he doesn’t stop. 

He goes further, his tongue traces every fold you have, up one lip to swirling around your clit and down the other before sucking deeply, tongue lapping over your hole with such a light pressure you gasp out his name and it makes Herbert throb in his slacks. 

Soon you approached the edge of ecstasy yet again this time all thanks to his talented tongue. He loved this. Proving himself, bringing you to the precipice of ultimate satisfaction and holding you there for as long as possible before pulling away. He could have made you cum over and over already but he was holding off and loving every reaction he pulled from you. 

As soon as the edge backed off his mouth latched on again. This time he sucked your clit into his mouth, lips closed around you, your clit pulled through his teeth, holding you firmly and allowing his tongue to flick repeatedly over it making you buck and struggle. It forced Dan to hold you tighter. Suck and flick, suck and flick, again and again and when the edge hits again you sob out a, “Please!”

He doesn’t acknowledge your cry. Another edge, brought on by just him fucking kissing your clit of all things, you full on cry. Whole body wracking sobs from the overwhelming frustration and Dan offers up, taking pity on you, “I think she’s had enough Herb-”

Herbert’s mouth lifts again and you sob harder as he shakes his head and says, "I do believe that it's traditional for someone to beg for forgiveness on their knees, Dan. I have a LOT to apologise for, and these things can’t be rushed.”

That makes you take a deep breath, you shake your head, more tears pour down your face, “I forgive you! Okay? I forgive you! Please, just fuck-” 

“Oh but honey, I don’t forgive myself.” Herbert stated and as you looked down at him through your blurry tear stricken vision, seeing his mouth and chin slick with you, face flushed and hair messed up, you say, “Herbert. If you don’t make me cum soon-”

“Patience, this can’t be rushed.” Hebert insisted and Dan said, “Herbert. Fourteen edges is not rushing, by anyone's definition.” 

“Alright, alright, maybe it is time to move on.” You thought he would get up, move onto another activity but he leaned in again and this time, it was different. The softness and slow meticulous nature was dropped. His hands were on your outer thighs, he had his mouth pressed as close as possible as he worked. He didn’t play around, he focused hard and built you up quickly. It took less than three minutes because of all the previous edging. Your thighs were shaking, your face was wet and you were an incoherent mess, something that sort of sounded like Herbert's name, panting out over and over as you made that climb. You were afraid it was another trick, that he would do it again, and would deny you. 

You shook your head, sobbing openly and Dan watched with extreme interest as Herbert’s eyes were closed, sucking on your clit as you teetered on the edge. What finally pushed you over was Dan saying softly in your ear, “C’mon hon, do it.” 

The hum Herbert let out showing you that he wanted that to make you cum with a cry so loud you were sure someone all the way in the basement could have heard it. The relief was immense and immediate, you were seriously impressed with how strong Dan was, managing to hold you open as you rode your high. You sounded incredible, you were too wrapped up in your orgasm to notice the subtle grinding of Dan on your ass but you did notice how hard he was. Herbert was losing his mind between your legs, feeling you so close, so intimately, you pulsing on his tongue, the taste of you permeating his senses. Only when Dan was speaking saying, “Ease up Herb.”

Did he pull away, his own breathing nearly matching yours as the aftershocks run through you. 

Herbert is so fucking hard it hurts, his knees ached but he doesn’t care as he gets up onto the bed next to you. He observed as Dan touched you, one hand on your face, thumb rubbing over your cheek as you were still shaking, wiping some of your tears away as he cooed to you, “S’ alright, I’m right here-”

Herbert reached out, his hand met your neck, his thumb smoothed over your pulse and he turned your head to him, another bruising kiss that you immediately returned. You tasted yourself on his mouth and the taste only got stronger when his tongue parted your lips. It only took about oh less than two minutes for you to want more than just kissing. He let out a quiet moan into your mouth as your hands scrambled down to his belt, you were desperate to finally feel him. You could see the defined outline and you were sure the confines of his clothing were much too much and you wanted to help, you wanted to feel, wanted to make him feel even a quarter of what he just made you feel. 

Belt open, zipper down, you pushed on his clothing as your lips moved against his and then his hands came to help, moving the clothing down and your hand reached out and finally touched him. Your hand closed around his shaft and it made you break the kiss with a shared gasp, him from the sensation of your soft hand and you from the shocking size and weight of it in your palm. You all shifted, Herbert kneeling back between your legs now. You looked down to see him so close to your leaking hole, a slow stroke of him, a twist of your wrist and it made him let out a soft moan, a rock of his hips into your hand. You swiped your thumb over the tip, spreading pre-cum as you set an easy pace. 

His eyes met yours and he breathed, “Please? It’s-” His tongue darted out to wet his lips before saying softly, “-it’s been so long.”

God it has been hasn’t it? 

It felt right. The energy between the three of you, the closeness, this is what you missed when you and Dan had that night on your own, you needed him. Hearing Herbert West beg is truly something special, something you thought you might never get to hear and as much as you wanted to hear it more you couldn’t take much more without having one of them inside of you. 

Licking your own lips, cleaning up the evidence of your own arousal smeared there when Herbert kissed you, a small nod as you said, “I need it too.”

One of your hands on his waist, pulling him in closer as you continued to stroke him. You could hear the slight smile on Dan’s face as he asked, “Yeah you need him?”

A shaky nod as your legs move slightly, your heels knock his legs and pull him in closer still, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance makes him shudder, “Ahh-” 

“Yeah. Need him so much.” You admitted and Herbert’s hands shoved his pants the rest of the way down, he needed as much skin on skin as he could get with you and you helped, your hands scrambling to undo his tie and dress shirt and Dan set to work getting your shirt off. There were far, far too many clothes on at this moment. Once most of the clothing was shed, the only thing left on was your skirt and Dan’s pants, he was reluctant to get you out of his lap, loving having your body to him and feeling you so close, it really kicked off. Herbert lined up just right and your hands were now on his shoulders and your eyes weren't sure where to settle, his eyes or watching him sink into your for the first time. They started low and when he began to breach you they looked up to him and you found he had been watching the beginning of him sliding inside. 

As soon as the head of his cock slid in he couldn’t stop the sound that released, he honest-to-God whimpered, eyes closing, feeling the extremely slick and thigh heat of your cunt enveloping him for the first time. That whimper he let out made you clench around him and he had to fight every urge to plunge balls deep inside you. Your eyes fluttered closed too and your arms wrapped around his neck, a soft, “Oh God-” spilling out as he continued to slide in. 

How big was he? It’s like it just kept going, you let out a small soft sound along with a- “I dunno If I can-”  And that prompted Dan to cut you off to say, “If I can take him, so can you.” 

The thought of Herbert and Dan tangled up had been a good one, it had fueled many an orgasm for you but hearing him admit to taking it so blatantly made you moan and clench again. Herbert couldn't hold back this time, hands on your hips he bucked and he made you take the next part so quickly you nearly yelped. “Shit-sorry, too much?”

He paused, a concerned squeeze of you hips and you gasp, a shake of your head, nails digging into his shoulders, your eyes still shut tight, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Herbert gave a short nod and continued, another firm push of his hips and you let out another low moan. Dan was looking over your shoulder as he said, “Oh good girl, you are doing so well, yes you can take it.” 

When Herbert finally sunk all the way in he let out a shuddering breath and his eyes finally met yours again and the sheer vulnerability there strikes you somewhere deep in your chest. 

This is just what he needed and he didn’t need to say it, all he had wanted and needed and yearned for was right here, you and Dan, sharing an intensely intimate moment. 

“Oh see, there you go, you did it.” Dan praised, his voice sounded, warm, affectionate, with a sharper edge of the arousal he was surely feeling. You could still feel how hard he was under you after all. 

You gave a small shake of Herbert’s shoulders and begged, “Please?”

It was like you woke him up and he started to move slowly, pulling out halfway before sinking back in again. You felt incredible, you were so soaked, hugged every contour and groove and vein of his dick in such a deliciously sinful fashion, a choked moan leaving him as he thrust in and out, an easy and slow rhythm forming. You moved with him as much as Dan would allow, his hands still holding you, spreading you wide, allowing Herbert to fuck you as he had craved for so long. 

You felt better than he ever could have imagined, you clinging to him, moaning in his ear, Dan’s words of encouragement, the feeling of you was almost too much. 

“Ah, doesn’t he feel so good?” Dan asked, mirth clear in his tone and you moaned, “So, so fucking good.”

The pleasure was sparking inside you and making your head begin to swim so quickly. The next few short minutes as you and Herbert rocked together were filled with total bliss, a lot of intimacy for you first time doing this, it satisfied something so deep inside of you and you weren’t even close yet.

You asked around a moan, “Ha-have you really taken him Dan? He so-fuck, so big-” 

Dan laughed low, “Mmhmm, many times.”

God it was such a hot thought. You moaned again, another clench and Herbert picked up the pace, you moaned louder at the next spike of pleasure, back arching, your chest pressing to Herbert's in the process. It is all so much to handle, he feels dangerously close already, he is a wreck, out of breath and barely hanging on. It hurts, his nails biting into your hips, you are sure little crescents are left embedded in your flesh from how hard he is gripping. 

“Shi- I, I won’t be able to last, ugh, s’ been too long, feels too, too good-” Herbert panted out he didn’t want to stop yet, so he offered up, “May-maybe we switch it up?”

Dan chimed in, teasing as he asked “Awe what you don’t think you can handle more than one round Herbie? I know you can. I’ve seen it.” 

You piled on, “Yeah, c’mon, I-I wanna feel it, don’t stop, please?” You didn’t want it to end unless it was because of him cumming inside of you. His head tipped back with a groan and he gave a small nod, “Okay, okay, I want it too, so, so bad, thought about it so much-”

He slowed down. He kept himself pressed to you, closer still, a small change in the angle making it that when he ground forward the pressure to your clit made you cry out and the head of his dock dragged over your sweet spot perfectly. It was good, all of it, Dan kissing your neck, Herbert’s hands pulling you closer as he thrust in and out over and over. This was more than enough to work with, if he kept this up, you'd cum in no time flat. 

“Her-Herbert yes, yes, just like that, God-” You gasped and he had to try and tune you out just a little bit so he didn’t ruin this, he needed this, needed to feel you cum on him, more than air, more than anything. 

The build was quick now, all the teasing from before, that first orgasm you had on his tongue, all warm up, all of it served to make this even easier to accomplish and before you knew it you were shivering, on the very edge telling him, “Ahhn I’m, I’m-” 

And there you were. Shaking and gasping, your cunt clenching around him as you came for the second time that night. He didn’t last, as soon as he felt that first pull of your walls, felt  you cumming it did it. His rhythm was non-existent right now, so sloppy as he fucked you through your high and his but it didn’t matter, it all felt like fireworks. 

He wasn’t sure when he stopped, but he had at some point and was buried in you as deep as he could be, cum leaking out of you around him. Both of you slick with sweat and heaving but this was far from over. You kissed him first and he returned it, pecks placed all over his face and neck and he felt so happy, so warm. 

A rock of Dan’s hips below reminded you of his problem and your head came up, a turn to see him right there, and the look on his face, the desire, you felt your own lighting back up immediately as you kissed him. 

It was time to change positions. Herbert pulled out slowly with something close to a whine and Dan let go of your legs, allowing you to get off him. He took off his own pants and underwear, threw them off in his haste and he scooted further up the bed. You are looking down at him as you remove your skirt at long last, he wasn’t as long as Herbert but he definitely didn’t have to be, he was so thick. You were sore the day after you and he had sex, you were plenty warmed up then but he just had so much girth it was a challenge to take him, a fun challenge and one you felt even more prepped for after Herbert had his turn. 

You straddled Dan and slowly impaled yourself with him. Your inner thighs were sticky with sweat, your own slick and Herbert’s cum that had slowly started to leak out. There was a lot of his mess left inside and it acted as lube as Dan fit inside of you, slotted in perfectly. The second you began to slide him in Dan’s hands were on your waist, he had gotten so worked up from what you and Herbert had done in his lap, he wasn’t sure how he lasted this long, his head thrown back, “God yessss-”

He moaned loudly as you finally settled down, him fully buried inside of you. Herbert watched, still hard himself as you took him and when Dan met his friend/roommates/boyfriends? Eyes he saw how much he still needed and an idea struck. Before you could raise your hips, Dan’s hands slid up your body, he cradled your face and after an extremely meaningful look was thrown to Herbert, his own gaze met yours again and he asked, “Do you trust us?”

You let out a small laugh, your hands over Dan’s as you say, “More than I probably should.”

Dan kept lube in his nightstand. Herbert was behind you as you were still stuffed full of the man below you. The click of the bottle echos in the room, you feel cool and slippery fingers trace the rim of your asshole and you tense slightly. A soothing hand runs up and down your back, “Shhh, relax.” 

Dan gave a small nod, “He knows what he’s doing, trust me.” 

You decide to do just that. You let the man behind you begin to really take, fingers working you over so slowly. Running circles around the puckered skin before he feels you begin to slowly open, one finger breaching that makes you moan as it works in and out before you give the okay that you are good. Another finger joins the first, in and out, over and over, it makes you pant, your walls occasionally twitch around Dan as the fingers in back scissors in and out, twist and touch. You feel amazing, so hot, so pliable, he is so excited by the prospect of getting to have this, take both your holes in one night one right after another. 

He took his time, applying the lube multiple times and taking great care before adding another finger. The pair of them praised you all the while, “Oh you are going to feel so good wrapped around me.”

“Take it so, so well.” Dan hummed, his hands resting on your hips, soothing circles rubbed into your skin. 

You wondered how Dan was handling this so well. Being so deep in you but holding back the urge to fuck you stupid. Little did you know that he felt as if he owed it, some sort of penance for the fact he had you first and you both had sex without Herbert first. 

“You know I never would have expected you to be so down and ready for this.”

Dan mused and you let out a half laugh, “Why’s that exactly? I have been warning the pair of you for months, you think I haven’t been anticipating this or getting ready for it?”

“Wait, getting ready, how?” Dan asked and you admitted, “Might have been exploring back there myself for a while.” 

Another shared moan. The shared image of you a few fingers deep in your own ass, your other fingers playing with your clit was so hot. How perfect were you? 

After what must have been half a bottle of lube and three of Herbert’s fingers able to slide in and out of you with ease and you a moaning mess, it was time. His hands spread open, “Hold her still Dan.” 

Another hum as Dan’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you hear Herbert slicking himself up and then pressing against you. The urge to hold your breath was present but Dan told you, “It’s tempting I know but if you breathe through it, I promise it makes it way easier.” 

You took his advice, a deep breath as his hips cant forward and at a nearly painfully slow pace he began to take you. Working his way in took a while. More lube and a good bit of cursing from all three of you. Feeling him sliding in was almost more than you felt you could bear after everything you had been through so far tonight. Soon enough the head of his dick popped past the tight ring of muscle and he paused, a collective sigh of relief was breathed by all of you. His hand runs down your back again, a kiss placed on the back of your neck, “Doing okay so far?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded once, Dan said, “Of course, she can handle a lot, can’t you?” 

“Ye-ahhh, I can.” You agreed with a soft moan, another slow move, you took more of him and Dan encouraged, “Push back on him when you feel comfortable.”

“Yeah?” You asked and he nodded, you trusted him again, and together, moving with Herbert, rocking your hips back as he moved his forward you found the best way to take him was bit by bit until he was as deep as you could reasonably handle and you were stuffed with the pair of them. 

You were struggling to keep breathing normally, eyes unable to focus, a few fingers is nothing in comparison to this, feeling so totally full. 

How were you going to handle them actually moving? It was almost as if Dan could sense your nerves and he reassured you, “Do-don’t worry, I’m not gonna move-”

You could hardly believe that, “What?” 

“Not yet anyway, let him get started till you���re used to it.” He sounded pretty tense right now and you don’t blame him, he had barely gotten any stimulation at all. Just having to sit in your warm and soaked pussy while Herbert had been doing all the playing around, to be fair, he did have a long time of no attention paid to him at all. 

“You’ve got the patience of a saint.” You told him, a soft kiss to his lips, more laid down over his jaw, “I dunno how you do it, seriously, you are just-” 

“Amazing?” Herbert finished, sounding blissfully out of breath as he began to move again, slowly starting to fuck you and you nodded with a sigh, “Amazing. Good word choice.” 

“How’s she feel?” Dan was sounding equally breathless still and Herbert let out a low groan, “Not to, ugh, not to overuse it so it loses all me-meaning-” his head fell forward, a small shake with a broken laugh as he managed to get out the word along with a grind of him inside of you, “-ahhh-mazing.” 

“Anh-nd how arrrre you hold-ing up Daaan?” You barely managed to get it out in between the moans and gasps, sliding back against Herbert, and as he started to respond something happened that cut his sentence off short. Herbert had still been laying the occasional kiss or lick on your neck as he thrusted leasurierly in your ass, instead he bit the side of your neck, hard. It made you clench and caused Dan to cry out.

“FUCK! Herbert, what did you do to her?” Dan panted out and Herbert looked over your shoulder, hips stalling, smug as hell with a raised brow as he said, “I bit her Daniel.”

His grin widened as he asked in a much too innocent a tone for someone who was currently buried in your ass, “Would you like me to do it again?” 

Before Dan could open his mouth, your was falling open, panting out, begging, fucking pleading, “Again, please, please, fuck, Herbie, I-I need it, bite me again-” 

You moved your head back and to the side, exposing more of your throat and Herbert was frankly shocked by your reaction. You sounded somehow more needy than you had all night, and again counting up all those edges that was impressive. 

He moved his hips, another thrust in and out, “Yes? You need it again?”

You whined, long, stretching out his name and Dan said, “Herbert, you heard her, stop being such a-”

And that is the moment he chose to bite your neck. 

Another pleasured almost yelp from Dan and a sob from you and another smug grin from Herbert. He bit you again and again and then Dan couldn’t wait anymore. 

“I am so, so sorry honey but fuck I have to-” His hands on your hips and he pulled out halfway before thrusting into again and you swear your mind went blank. 

They both had to work to find a good pace and rhythm. One would be pulling out and the other sliding in. Herbert biting your neck on occasion, pangs of pleasure that seemed to make pure heat pour from your chest and straight into your clit that was being ground relentlessly against Dan’s pelvis. He was trying not to rush but he had been waiting so long, he was so turned on, fucking you, stretching you wide all while using the mess of you and Herbert’s cum for lube. 

It was hot. It felt incredible, that cannot be understated but somewhere in this tangle of limbs and your writhing bodies, broken moans and fragmented pieces of dirty talk that barely make sense because of the amount of feeling that is taking place, something more, something deeper takes hold. The emotion of it all hits. The fact that it had been months, that you almost didn’t have this, you almost left them, you nearly missed out on this, it all hit. So many good times and bad, all of it leading to here and to now, to the three of you, having your first big sexual experience, together.

Oh God, you were together. 

You hadn’t even noticed you were close, you cried as you came, a mix of their names pouring out of you as your walls clenched rhythmically around the pair. You think you can register them both saying your name, it is hard to tell. Your body feels weak, overstimulation is starting to set it, you burn, you are so fucking tired. You feel pulled along, hardly hanging on by a fucking thread but you also, love it.

You have never felt so full, so pushed to your absolute limits and you adored this experience. It is so all consuming in the best way. It hurt, it felt good, you were over it, you wanted it to end and never, ever stop, you had no idea what you really wanted but luckily it wasn’t up to you, it was up to them.

Nearly as if on cue you feel the stuttering of Dan’s hips, his face buried in your neck, a groan of your name and you overflow with him, you are panting incoherently. Your cheeks feel raw from all the crying as he cums, pumping his own load into your already over stuffed cunt along with the load Herbert had already dumped in you earlier. Dan is holding deep in you and you are barely over his orgasm, just as he is still working through the end of it you feel Herbert give one last hard thrust of his own, one that makes you share the curse that leaves his mouth and just when you thought you couldn’t get more full, the feeling of warmth spreading in your other hole takes over nearly everything else you currently have going on. 

You lay there the three of you for you have no idea how long before everyone starts to slowly untangle. You are very out of it. The feeling of them pulling out, first Herbert then Dan, hurts, you wince and there are kisses and words of apology kissed into your tender flesh. “So sorry darling. We got rather carried away.”

“You handled it so, so perfectly.” Dan praising you always did something to you, made your heart feel inexplicably warm. As soon as they pulled out you were leaking massively. Dan’s sheets were definitely going to need a change, the mix of sweat and lube and cum would not be comfortable to sleep in. 

Oooh sleep, you could hardly wait to sleep. 

They cleared space, made room and laid you down between them after a towel and a wet washcloth was gotten from the bathroom, as well as a glass of water they insisted you drank. Herbert was wiping your face carefully as Dan was dealing with the mess that was currently pooling below your waist. 

You felt sore, so spent, and also, warmer, happier and better than you had in weeks. You reached out to them, grabby hands signalling you wanted them closer. They obliged, “We are going to have to clean up and change the sheets-”

You shh’d Dan, “I know, I know, just, stay here with me for a minute.”

They didn't fight it. They were just happy to have you here. And after that cuddle, once you were all clean and the sheets changed, there was one last thing that you heard in the dark before sleep claimed you, squished between them both. Herbert admitted softly, “You look so pretty when you cry. You know that?”

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"Two More For Dinner." Poly!DanBert X FEM! AFAB! Reader. A Commission Post.

Hey, hey, hey! SO another batch of commissions have been started! This is first up, a lovely Poly!DanBert meeting the parents with a rushed and hushed hook up trying not to get caught all for the lovely @eggsandbeer! She paid for a 2K comm and I went above and beyond and more than doubled that because the muse took me. I took out some of the more personal details to make this a more straight reader insert for you all to enjoy! I loved doing this, so, so much fun! I hope you all enjoy it too! Thanks for waiting of course, after those last two things being 20K I needed a break but I’m fucking back with a vengence! Three more comms to go after this with one more still open spot to go! Let’s get into it now tho, shall we?!

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Rating: Explicit. Length. 4.7K. Poly!DanBert X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Praise. Degradation. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Oral. Biting. Marking. Hickeys. Threesome. Blow Job. Masturbation. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Restrained Reader. Choking. Gagging. Face Fucking. Vaginal Sex. Cream Pie. Teasing. Multiple Orgasms. Banter.

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They knew this.

They both knew it going into this with you, were all too aware of your situation, you talked about your family often and they were clearly very important in your life. It only made sense that when your relationship changed and pivoted from strangers to roommates to friends, to much, much more than that you’d want them to meet your family.  Even though logically they knew this would happen and come up it still didn’t stop the pair from sharing a look over the dinner table when you mentioned how your family wanted to meet and get to know your latest relationship. 

How much they’d affected you was obvious from how you spoke to how you acted, it was no wonder that they were curious. Your family liked to get together quite often so when a semi-regular dinner was on the horizon it was only natural the trio of you would be in attendance. 

Dan was relatively nervous to be honest. He really fucking liked what you had going on and your family meant something to you which meant that there was a good chance what your family thought about him and Herbert would be important to you, he didn’t want to screw this up. He was confident he would be able to keep himself in check but your shared roommate/boyfriend Herbert, he was much more nervous about. He knew far too intimately how Herbert could be, how his lack of filter could get himself and to be honest, Dan, into trouble as well as his temper. 

You were experiencing some slight unease yourself but overall you were confident that with a touch of coaching that they would do just fine. 

The week leading up to the dinner flew by too fast for Dan’s liking, what he also really didn’t like was how seemingly calm Herbert was. Friday night on their shared commute home the car was silent with the exception of the radio, Dan’s mind was whirring until he couldn’t take it anymore, he turned down the music to ask, “Hey Herbert?”

He had clearly been lost in thought, brows raised as he glanced over at Dan before fixing his eyes forward back on the road, “Yes, Dan?”

“How uh, how are you feeling about tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow?” Herbert questioned, “It’s a day off from work, I’m sure it will be a fine-”

Dan sighed, cutting him off, “That’s not what I mean and you know it! Aren’t you worried even a little about meeting her family over dinner?”

“Is that what you are referring to?” He asked with a roll of his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter as he scoffed, “They are just people Daniel, maybe you should calm down.” 

Infuriating is what it was, totally infuriating but he let it go. Maybe it was a good thing Herbert wasn’t freaking out and nervous as fuck, if he was frantic it might only served to worsen how Dan was feeling. 

The next day you were the one to suggest it, turning to Dan as he was busy pouring himself a coffee, “Are you gonna help Herbert get ready?” 

He looked up and across to you, “I don’t know if I have to, he is like, weirdly calm.”

“I mean helping him with what he is wearing.” You stated and he nodded in response, “Oh thank God I was thinking the same thing, don’t worry I’m on it.” 

Herbert took offence. 

Dan was walking into Herbert’s bedroom with him in tow, “Herbert don’t fight me on this, just listen to me please-”

“I will do no such thing! I am more than capable of dressing myself Daniel, I’m not a child!” Herbert grabbed his shoulder, turning him harshly to force eye contact as they stood just in the doorway.

“I never said you were!” Dan said throwing his hands up in defence, “What I AM saying though is that you wear the same outfit day in day out like you are a goddamn cartoon character-”

“A cartoon character?!” Herbert’s mouth fell open, sheer disbelief as Dan continued on, unbothered by the interruption, “-and if every time we see her family you are in the same outfit they are going to think you are fucking nuts!”

“I have no idea how to respond to this, do you really think all of this?” He accused, arms crossed and Dan affirmed, “Not just me, she wants you to wear something different too, okay?”

“I don’t know where you got this idea that my wardrobe has no variety-” He started and Dan opened the closet doors, picking up the sleeve of one of the dress shirts holding up, “Ah yes, how can I forget, the one infamous blue shirt?”

Herbert huffed and turned, he walked to and then sat himself on the bed, “I’m not going to be able to talk you out of this, am I?”

“Not a snowball's chance in hell Herbie.” He admitted with a smile as he began to flip through the clothes available. 

He grumbled about the nickname but mostly let it slide. Quiet fell over them for a moment until Herbert spoke up again. “What cartoon am I in?”

“What?” Dan asked, a turn of his head, seeing Herbert staring at him, arms still crossed and brow creased, “I…I’m far too curious, what cartoon am I supposed to be in Daniel?”

“Oh that’s easy. Scooby Doo obviously-” He said cooly, turning back to the closet, unable to stop the grin from spreading across his face, “Obviously?! Scooby Door is obvious?! Who am I exactly?”

Dan came over, clothes slung over his arm, “Your one of those villains they unmask who is all like ‘and I woulda gotten away with it too if it weren’t for that damn dog and those meddling kids-’ you know?” He put on a voice when he did the quote that Dan knew if you were present would have made you laugh. He dropped the clothing next to Herbert and reached out like he was going to ruffle Herbert’s hair, he quickly smacked his hand away preventing that. 

“Yes I’ve seen it, I know! I just still cannot believe that. And who are you supposed to be? Fred Jones?” Herbert asked incredulously. 

“Even knowing his last name, I think someone’s a fan-” Dan teased. “-but obviously I’m Fred. Now get dressed, we have to leave soon.”

You were in your room and could hear the vague conversation, could hear exclamations but no actual words were reaching you. 

You were sure it was all fine. 

At least that is what you tell yourself. This was all going to be okay, it had to be. You shoved any worry or negative thought out of your head as you left your room and headed downstairs to wait for them so you could all leave. You still maintained your own room even if you wouldn’t end up sleeping in there most nights since the relationship changed, it was nice to still have a space that was all yours. As much as you loved them you needed some time to yourself on occasion. 

You were down stairs, waiting by the door, checking yourself out in the mirror near the door, you looked great, felt even better honestly. No matter how tonight went, at least you had that, at least you looked good. 

You did a small turn as you fluffed your hair up, the lines of your outfit worked beautifully on your frame. You know you looked great but you hear a small whistle coming from behind you on the stairs and you look to see Dan descending with a grin. “Well, look at you.” 

You glanced down at the black short sleeve button up, red skirt, sitting just so to accentuate your waist, and footless black sheer tights, finishing off with black heels with little ankle straps. You looked back up at him, hands out at your hips, a small pose as you asked, “You like?”

He reached the bottom of the stairs and came forward, eyes dragging up and down, you’ve seen that look plenty of times before, you knew that look and what it meant. Dan took your hands as he said sincerely, “I love.” 

“Thank you.” A small smile on your face before you asked, “Where’s our other third?” He let out an amused huff at your joke playing off the term other half in your little triad. 

“He’s finishing getting dressed, should be down soon.” His hands released yours and slid onto your hips, a squeeze and you asked, “How soon?”

“Too soon, no time for much fun which is a shame because with how you look right now-” He let out a sigh and you leaned up, one of your hands meeting the back of his neck, “I mean we can do a little somethin’-”

That was all he needed to hear before he kissed you. 

You returned it immediately. Deepening it, a soft hum against his lips and he tugged you closer, more flush against him. Your lips slid against his and they parted for you, your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck as you kissed him, tongue teasing into his mouth. Time always flowed too fast when his hands were on you, the same way you always got entirely too caught up in him. Seemingly too soon you hear Herbert, “Must I wear this sweater you chose-”

You and Dan broke apart, your hands still on each other as you looked up to see Herbert halfway down the stairs, soft looking navy blue sweater in one hand, his other on the railing, he leaned on it with a smile as he said. “So sorry to interrupt.” 

“No, no you're fine.” You say easily as you pull away and Dan reluctantly does the same as he answers the question as he says, “Yes it’s gonna be cold, wear the damn sweater.” He groans and you ask, “Please?” 

He complies and you thank him genuinely. 

After that you all get your respective shit together and head out the door so you won’t be late. 

The ride over is fine, quick, you arrive and take the lead, walking up with the dessert you bought yesterday to contribute to tonight’s affair. Dan and Herbert followed behind, both surprisingly quiet as you knocked on the door and you heard voices inside pitch up as footsteps approach and the door is flung open for you to be greeted by familiar faces. 

They were shocked to say the least. 

They weren’t expecting it honestly. You mentioned you were in a new relationship but they just assumed it was with one person, not two. When you came in and introduced the pair as your, “-boyfriends Herbert West and Daniel Cain-” the emphasis on the s in boyfriends caused some raised eyebrows. 

You were led away to bring dessert to the kitchen and the boys were brought into the living room and between your family members when you were all settling in hushed whispers were passed back and forth. 

“Did you know? About the uh-” Your mother started and someone followed up, “About the fact there are two of them? No!" 

"I could have sworn she said the name Herbert before." Your brother said and your step dad responded, "Did she? I heard Dan." 

They were all confused but ultimately this was a good thing right? More than one person to care for and look after you could be nothing but a good thing. 

The afternoon started off well. Drinks were gotten, snacks were provided, and talking began. Your grandmother ended up on the couch with Dan and Herbert on either side, a photo album spread out on her lap and telling embarrassing story after embarrassing story. You were seated in a nearby chair, legs crossed and nowhere near as amused as your boyfriends were. 

“So she was really into that song?” Dan asked with a laugh and your grandmother piped up, “Oh over and over and over, it was Sherry by Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons till the record wore out.”

Herbert was actually smiling, eyebrows raised, “You wore the record out?”

“It warped from overplaying.” You admitted with a sigh that pulled a loud laugh from the pair. 

However it didn’t stay quite so rosy when your step dad cornered the duo. Asking some of the usual questions, one of the biggest ones of course was, “Where did you both attend school?”

They both responded with “Miskatonic university.”  

To which your step dad replied, “Oh Miskatonic?” He sucked his teeth and they both shared a look and Herbert asked, “What? Is something wrong with that?”

“No, no, Miskatonic is a fine school but it isn’t exactly Ivy League is it? Harvard, now that is a school-” He went on and Dan had to catch himself from letting out a sound of shock and Herbert tensed next to him, it took a lot of him to not say anything. 

Especially when your step dad proceeded to talk about the struggles of being a doctor, even when he wasn’t one, about how hard medical school and like was even though again he had no personal experience what-so-ever.

Dan had to have a hand on Herbert’s shoulder, a hard grip and a tight smile as he tried to listen as politely as possible and not engage. He always had a better handle on his temper than Herbert did. He was listening to your step dad talk about something totally inane and incorrect involving placing IVs when your older brother came by and added fuel to the fire. 

“Yeah medical school almost seems too easy, right dad?” He asked with a big grin. “I mean being a doctor, surgery, it almost seems laughably easy.”

When that dropped Dan knew they needed to get out of there.

They managed to slip away and find you in the kitchen helping out when they said they needed to steal you for something for a moment. You end up in another room, door closed, asking, “Fucksake what is this about? I was helping prep dinner when you pulled me away.” 

”Oh so sorry, Daniel and I were just drowning out there while you were off chopping vegetables-” Herbert started and you threw him a look, “Drowning? Herbert I know you are dramatic but please, how were you drowning?”

“Your step dad was giving us the third degree which was bad enough until your brother decided to join in.” Dan said and you turned your head up to look at him, “You too? Man I knew this would be a little stressful but to see you so rattled too Cain I’m surprised.”

“You want to know what is really throwing me off is this damn sweater you insisted upon-” Herbert tugged on the collar of it as he turned to Dan, “I don’t understand why I couldn’t have worn what I wanted to.”

“Do I have to explain the cartoon principle again?” He sighed, crossing his arms and Herbert said, “You made it perfectly clear the first time but you wear the same outfit all the time too!”

“When?” Dan asked and Herbert fired back. “At work-”

“Scrubs at the hospital don’t count!” You were watching them go back and forth and wondering what this was really about, there is no way it is what they are saying, there has to be more. You try to turn over some of the reasoning in your mind but come up empty and before you can even begin to vocalise any of these thoughts Dan is cutting off Herbert’s rant with a kiss. 

You shouldn’t have been surprised honestly, it made too much sense. This was a big, stressful thing, a test of your relationship so far, and this? An excuse and chance to blow off some steam and release some tension sounded frankly perfect. You all earned and deserved it, the boys had taken everything in stride and you could make this trip worth it. 

You are reminded of what Dan started back in the front foyer of your shared house, how he kissed you so hungrily and eagerly, hands on you so quickly. That makeout was cut tragically short, you had been left wanting and here was the perfect opportunity to pick up where you left off. 

You waste no time stepping closer and inserting yourself into what they started, your hand on Herbert’s back and you leaning up, a kiss to Dan’s neck and just like that the attention was flipped onto you. 

You were pushed until your back met the wall and you felt those two all too familiar sets of hands on you. Dan was kissing you and there was Herbert, one hand smoothing up your side as he began speaking in your ear, “Quite the little outfit you chose tonight.”

Dan broke away to contribute, “God, right? Talk about distracting, I could barely focus on a thing your mother was saying in the kitchen earlier when you were trying to get that serving dish down, skirt rode up so fucking high-” His own sentence trailed off and he kissed you again, deeper than before. It was like he needed to, as is recounting how much he almost saw, the tease of it in addition to having you right here was too much, he needed to try and satiate that hunger. 

You didn’t have much time before people would come looking for the three of you, couldn’t take as long as usual, your head was nearly swimming as Dan dropped to his knees and Herbert pressed closer. You were in a particular mood and you asked, “You know what I find funny, West?” 

“Please indulge me.” He breathed as his lips dragged over your jaw, kissing along and down to your neck. 

You arch closer with a soft sound of pleasure as you feel Dan’s hands sliding up your legs, feeling the smooth material of your tights disappearing under your skirt. 

“I find it so funny, oh, that you talk such a big game, logic this and intelligence that, but I put on a short skirt and heels, bend over just a little and you can’t contain yoursel-”

Just then his hand is on your throat. Herbert holding you to the wall, strong grip, not cutting off your air supply but certainly not letting you move, a harsh and deep kiss that does steal your breath. He feels you attempt to move closer to return it but his hand on your neck is preventing that. Next you feel Dan’s fingers hook in your tights and drag them down, his mouth nips at your inner thighs and your knees feel weak. 

Thank God for Herbert holding you into the wall as the thighs are pulled down to near your ankles and that same hot mouth presses more kisses on each inner thigh until a hard bite leaves you gasping into his mouth. Herbert pulls back with a smirk, finally responding to you, “Ha, ha, very funny indeed.” 

They had such a good habit of making you eat your words when you attempted to tease. Your panties are tugged down next, and you hear Dan from below say, “Oh she’s so wet right now, always ready, what a good girl.”

“I prefer the term slut.” Herbert hummed, “Always wet, ready and wanting.” 

Dan laid another bite down that had you tensing, inhaling sharply and Herbert pressed on, “I think we should put her to good use.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” You can feel Dan’s smile against you and you wonder just what they have in mind.

In two short minutes you are on your back. Your shirt is open, bra is halfway down, Herbert is palming one of your tits, fingers teasing one of your nipples, tugging on it in a fashion that has you arching closer. Dan is on his knees still, your thighs and panties bunched around your ankles, skirt flipped up, wet cunt exposed, your legs pushed back and his mouth sucking a hickey into your inner thigh. You were trembling, you loved how as soon as the last hickeys dissipated the pair was insistent on replacing them, all in places just for their eyes, your chest, your thighs, your hips. 

More than that Herbert had his pants open, hard cock out and stuffed in your mouth, you were looking up at him, eyes half lidded and hand moving with your mouth as you sucked, your tongue following the thick vein that ran up the underside of his shaft. It was a good thing he was, you all needed to be quiet and that was much easier to accomplish with your mouth full. 

Dan made it worse, when his tongue lathed over the bite mark, almost a small apology for the hurt but his tongue didn’t stop there, up and up until he licked a firm stripe up the middle of your slit. Your eyes squeezed shut as his tongue passed over your clit once before zeroing in on it, swirling with purpose around the sensitive bud. 

You suck harder and Herbert bit back a groan, his hand that wasn’t palming your chest threads in your hair, he thrust forward into your mouth causing you to gag slightly, “Fuck, you can do better than this, right? Focus.” 

You made a sound that could be read as a whimper around the shaft in your mouth, drool was leaking out of the corner of your mouth and you tried to work harder but Dan eating you out so well was making it hard to keep up. “So messy.” Herbert teased as he brushed some of the mess away from your mouth.

Dan was giving himself a hand as he was consuming you whole, you could feel the hot breath fanning over your soaked flesh, pace wasn’t as steady or neat as when he had his attention fully on you but it felt almost better. Knowing he was so hot and bothered, so worked up he just had to jerk himself off while tasting you.

You couldn’t even see it, eyes still closed but even if they were open there was no way from the angle you could see him with his hard cock in hand but that was fine, the thought fuels you. The sloppy technique still felt fucking incredible, you needed to hurry though, you’d almost been gone ten minutes. You would never live it down if you were caught like this. 

Your family was busy with some pre-dinner board game and they usually really got into their games, that game wouldn’t last forever though. 

The orgasm crept up quickly. The pair knew your tells way too easily, especially when one of them had a dick in your mouth, you would almost totally stop bobbing, tongue would slow down, breathing would slow and Herbert said, “Don’t stop Dan, she’s really close, aren’t you?”

That time you whimper and nod, so close, and the man between your legs hums in response and that pulls you even closer. A few more strong and firm flicks over your clit, Dan’s own hand slows in touching himself, making sure to keep it consistent, ensure your end and it works of course. 

You cum against his tongue, squirming as the pleasure sweeps over you and Herbert tugs on your hair and shoves deep as he can into your mouth making you choke down any sound that might have spilled out when you came. You gag but it doesn’t lessen how hard you cum, if anything it increases it, Herbert lets out a quiet curse of your name as you suck indulgently on the tail end of your orgasm. 

You are still shaking when Herbert gives you some relief and pulls halfway out and you feel Dan move, his mouth lifts, “Fuck you taste incredible.” He sounded out of breath and you felt him pressing against you, hot and hard, throbbing and it made your eyes shoot open and look down at him. 

His eyes are burning into yours with a question and your brows furrow with a shaky nod, you wanted it, you needed to feel him. He looked almost relieved you wanted him so much, his hands on your hips, he lines up and sinks into you with one smooth motion. The stretch makes you groan around Herbert’s dick and he pulls hard on your nipple as he shh’s you, “Shut up. Are you trying to get us caught?” 

No you weren’t, you swear, but how can you shut up when he talks like that while you are getting split open like this? How can you do anything but moan?

“You are so fucking tight.” Dan breathed, as he started to move and Herbert took over, his hand in your hair still guiding you, thrusting slowly in and out of your mouth as Dan’s hips rocked.

You had to really make yourself fight to keep quiet but Dan angled you just right and hit that sweet spot that had you groaning around Herbert and he shoved deeper to try and shut you up. It didn’t help that Dan was panting openly, fucking in harder, slight sound of skin on skin. The three of you were a truly dangerous combination. You all fed into each other, got so caught up that not losing yourselves in the rhythm and pleasure was nigh impossible. 

“Shit, not gonna last, God-” Dan’s head tips back, face a little flushed, showing off that long neck and one of his hands lifts off your hip, between your legs, thumb pressing down, messy circles rubbed into your clit and you tighten around him. 

You aren’t going to last either. 

Herbert cums first, spilling down your throat, his hand no longer on your chest, biting his palm to stop himself from moaning too loudly. You swallow him down greedily as his hips stutter until the stimulation is too much and he pulls out with a small hiss from the brief over stimulation from you still sucking. You suck down a deep breath and bite your bottom lip before a truly perfect thrust from Dan and a swirl of his thumb has you gasping out, “Oh fuck M’ gonna-”

Herbert’s hand leaves his mouth and covers yours, he tugs hard on your hair to help silence you as your cum for the second time around Dan’s hard cock stretching you open. You breathe hard through your nose as you ride out the pleasure and the hard squeeze of your walls mid-orgasm makes Dan break. 

He isn’t sure how he manages to hold it in but he cums inside of you with a shuddering exhale. The feeling of him spilling inside of you at the end of your orgasm leaves you shaking below the pair. 

You take a long minute to revel before starting to untangle. 

“Holy shit did I need that.” Dan admitted and you laughed quietly, “Right?” 

Herbert was assisting to pull your panties and tights back down as you were tugging your bra back into place and doing the buttons on your shirt back up. The panties were put back into place quickly after Dan pulled out so the cum would leak back into your own underwear instead of onto the floor, a stain that would be way too hard to explain. “How about you Herbert?”

You asked as he was fixing his pants, “Much more relaxed.” He said honestly before rolling his shoulders and then grimacing, “And much sweatier thanks to this sweater.”

Dan rolled his eyes as he did his own belt up, “I’m so sorry Herbert, okay?”

“I dunno if I can forgive you.” Herbert sighed and you sat up, arms thrown around his shoulders, a kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth as you asked, “C’mon lighten up.” 

“I’ll try.” He deadpanned and you and Dan both laughed.

You all made sure you looked fine and like you didn’t just have a threesome in the other room hushed and rushed as you slipped back out to join everyone. They were still wrapped up in the board game and dinner prep. No one noticed you were gone for around fifteen minutes. Dinner went off without a hitch and no one noticed either that you kept shifting in your seat from the mess leaking out of you. 

Well not no one, Dan and Herbert certainly did and the smiles over the table shared, the same kind that are made over a private kind of joke made you grin in kind. 

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[bisexual-horror-fan]

I loved the domesticity with Danbert x reader and sleeping in the bed.

Ahhhh I was worried I wasn't gonna get any of these! Yes Move Over is a fucking great pick! A fantastic little fic! I have a lotta love for it and need to do more Poly!DanBert! I really adore their vibe in this.

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I realize your asks are closed rn but that Poly!DanBert fic is so good and I humbly ask that if you have the time or inclination to write more with them!!!! any time you want I will read that until the day I die.

Well you are in luck Anon! It is still the amazing writing event by @the-slasher-files, it's Blood Fest baby!

And so I decided, two birds one stone, been a minute and I have been craving some Poly!DanBert! So have some gore and some fluff in one, short and sweet, but hope you love it all the same Anon!

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Length. 600-ish Words. Rating. Mildly NSFW. Herbert West x Dan Cain x GN! Reader! No Pronouns Specified. Poly!DanBert. Warnings: Blood. Gore. Softness. And They Were Roommates.

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Sugar And Scarlet.

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You shouldn’t be so used to this honestly. 

The cold from the basement was still felt under your skin, it seeped through your clothing with how strong the chill was and speaking of strong the scent of iron wafting up from the rag in your hand was just that. 

It had all happened pretty suddenly. Sitting and listening to some music upstairs, cookies baking in the oven as you washed the dishes, nearly elbow deep in soapy hot water as you scrubbed when you heard the loud crash. There was yelling so loud it made its way up from the basement stairs and before you knew it you were running, feet sliding along tile, yellow rubber gloves still on your hands as you took down the stairs. 

When you flung the door open you shouldn’t have been surprised to see all the blood.

Twenty minutes and one burnt tray of cookies that had set off the smoke alarm later you had dragged them upstairs and were helping clean them up. You had Dan sitting in a chair at the kitchen table, wounds had been tended to downstairs, now it was just cleaning up the mess. You were wiping away smears of scarlet that had been let loose in the fray downstairs all over him. 

You thought back over dinner, when you listened in rapture to what the boys talked about for tonight, how excited they were to get to work, on and on about their plans and how well this was sure to work this time. You felt happy for them, giddy to hear how it all went down after the fact. So when a few hours later you were rushing into the blood soaked scene, Herbert standing over that body and Dan on the ground and more red than you had ever seen.

Well the most you had seen this week anyway.

Herbert refused to sit when you had offered, still standing but leaning against the kitchen counter, you could feel his eyes on you, watching as you cleaned up Dan. 

It had been quiet, the radio had been turned off for a while. You spoke up asking, “So what happened?”

More silence, thick and tense, you decide to take a different approach as you tilted Dan’s chin up with the cloth in your hand before asking, “Are you really THIS upset about the burnt cookies?”

It worked like how you thought it would, a small smile before he said with a shrug, “I have an unhealthy emotional attachment to cinnamon and nutmeg. What can I say?”

You leaned up, a hand running through his hair before you kissed the cleanest part of his cheek, “Poor baby. I’ll have to make it up to you.” 

A turn of your head as you look over your shoulder to Herbert. “After a hot shower you wanna help re-bake the cookies with me?”

Herbert’s gaze snapped to you, he still looked so tense, he looked unsure of what to say, clearing his throat he started, “Well downstairs is still a mess and-”

“And the mess will still be there after we bake the cookies, Herbert.” You said easily and he sighed, “I don’t know if I would be much help.”

“Awe Herbie, you are breaking poor Dan’s heart here! The man is distraught! He needs a sweet’s fix.” You pleaded and Dan chimed in, “Yeah Herbie, I’m traumatised and cookies are the only thing to fix it.” His gaze beseeching with a pout as he leaned over your shoulder.  

He broke in less than a minute, an even more dramatic sigh than before, “Tonight’s experiment was a failure. I suppose I might as well see if I can make anything right, why not cookies?”

“That is the spirit!”

Another half hour later, all in clean clothing and Dan sitting at the table, watching as you instructed Herbert for once, standing beside him as he creamed together butter and sugar. Dan wished he had a camera to take a picture of him in the ridiculous pink gingham plaid apron you put him in. 

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OOOOO BEX YOU INVITED ME TO GIVE YOU POLY!DANBERT AND THAT I WILL GIVE. ok so...herbert is usually the one being the unhinged leg of the tripod while dan and reader are sorta like 'please stop' but. i am in love with the idea of reader and dan being the goofy legs, if that makes any sense... like, the radio comes on and they start singing along to some stupid 80s song instead of helping their boyfriend assemble some fucked up corpse or whatever he wants to do that week. if you need more info let me know but i also trust that you can work your magic no matter what ❤ thank youuuu ilu

AhhhhHHHHHH! RIRI! MY BELOAFED! SO! Oh my GOD! This is so exciting! Writing something officially for the first time for a friend and moot is always so much fun! Especially for a moot and friend as special and talented as yourself! I had a lot of fun with this, just got real silly, domestic and fluffy with it, hope you all enjoy it! Also you are so welcome and Ilysm2 Riri!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 2.2K. Herbert West And Dan Cain X GN! Reader. They/Them Pronouns. Poly!DanBert. Warnings: Mentions Of Previous Movie Canon Hurt. Blood. Fluff. Drinking. Domestic Life. You and Dan Are Ridiculous. Herbert Is Tired. Singing. Dancing. Silliness.

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Let’s Hear It For The Boy.

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By all accounts the relationship shouldn’t work. Hell it doesn’t even make sense really to anyone else, but who cares about what anyone else has to say about the three of you? I mean they weren’t IN your relationship, you were!

Dan was looking for roommates and both you and Herbert responded, there was a whole house to share after all, you were hoping to just get along with them. To not hate their guts and be able to keep the place running smoothly without having constant fights about the dishes needing to be done or over who can do their laundry when.

You got so much more than that.

Both bad and good.

The bad of course being Herbert dragging you both into his mess with re-animation and all of the fallout that happened with that where you all barely made it out with your lives. If it wasn’t for the three of you being such a united front you are sure it would have turned out much, much worse.

The good is how well you all clicked and how much you all bonded after what happened at the hospital. Nothing bonds people together like horrible secrets, lying to the cops and narrowly escaping death!

It was during that time back at your shared house, all still very physically broken and let’s be honest, a little mentally broken as well, that you managed to come together for one another. Helping out when needed, if someone was having a particularly rough day the others would pick up the slack and just somewhere along the way it just kind of happened, you all fit together and were the only three who understood what you all went through.

Not to mention your similar career paths, schooling and aligning interests.

Things came together easier once that happened, things got lighter, sweeter, and more than that, were built back better than before with the now much stronger base you three had built.

One thing that really helped you and Dan was indulging yourselves in the smaller pleasures of life. Taking enjoyment in the everyday, the joy of just living together, being around each other, doing dumb bits and telling stupid jokes, cooking together and of course the ever changing and difficult task of keeping Herbert in check in regards to his work.

But you all managed, more than that you were kind of thriving, life was fucking good right now.

While ultimately Herbert was happy you two were becoming so close didn’t mean he got it or was any less confusing when he stumbled in on some of what you two were doing to entertain yourselves.

Like coming up from the basement to find you and Dan in the living room, empty drink containers around, pleasantly on the other side of tispy and watching some awful looking made for TV movie. You were on the couch and Dan was sitting on the ground in front of the coffee table, between your legs, leaning against you, your hands were busy, tongue poking out of your mouth as you focused on your task, deep in concentration.

Herbert stood there for a moment, just watching you before breaking the silence and asking, “What…Are you doing?”

You looked up and a smile spread across your face, “Hey Herbert! Hey Dan, look Herbert’s here!” Your hands still buried in his hair you tugged and tilted his head up and Dan gave a smile of his own, a wave with a call of, “Heyyy-”

You had your hands in Dan’s hair, but that wasn’t the only thing to be found there, several clips and sections of it with hair ties, and God knows what else. Hebert took a tentative step into the room as he said, “Hello. I reiterate, what are you doing?”

You rolled your eyes and with that same grin you said with a shake of your head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “What’s it look like? I’m doin’ Dan’s hair, duh.”

“Yeah duh.” Dan snorted and Herbert sighed, hands on his hips. “Right, of course, how foolish of me not to realise.”

He looked at the half crushed and empty cans of Dan’s favourite beer littered about and hoped you both wouldn’t inlist him to untangle that mess before going to bed tonight.

He stepped closer and watched as you were trying to tie a small blue ribbon into one of the few untouched spaces of hair and failed to do so, fingers fumbling far too much to do such a small task. “Where did you even get this stuff?”

“What do you mean?” Dan asked, squinting up at Hebert and he responded, “I mean I’ve never seen either of you wear anything like this, did you buy it just for-” He looked you both over and finished the thought with a gesture of his hand waving over the whole scene, “-this?”

You answer his question, “No we didn’t buy it, we found this stuff.”

“Found?” He asked incredulously, and you fired back, “Yeah Herbie, found. In the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom upstairs.”

He ignored the nickname and said, “I can’t believe I have to detail the reasons to my adult partners why putting things you FOUND into your hair might not be the best idea.”

What you said next had Dan laughing into his current can of beer so hard he almost choked, “That’s rich. Advice on how to care for our bodies from the guy who main lines glow stick juice recreationally.”

Herbert looked less than amused as Dan was still laughing, “They got you there!” Dan said with a point, his other hand still cradling the can.

Before Herbert could begin to say that what he did with the re-agent was for science and research and finding the effects it has on already living persons can help further his work or before he could take offence to you referring to it as “glow stick juice”, you are adding on, “It was all still sealed in the package, okay DAD? That make you feel better?”

The way you said it and the whole scene finally got to him and he had to suppress a laugh before saying, “Fine, fine, so sorry, have fun you two.”

He began to turn to leave you two to your task when you sing-songed out, “We wiiiiillll-”

He figured that was enough until Dan finished your thought, “-need your help to get all this shit out of my hair later.”

Herbert sighed again, shoulders sagging, he knew it.

You both eventually stumbled your way to him, asking for help as you all sat on Dan’s bed, trying to have some care when pulling the mess of hair accessories from his roommate/partner’s hair while you leaned your head sleepily on Herbert’s shoulder. He acted put out and annoyed and yeah sure he was, a little, but he had to admit he likes you both needing him, even if it was for the dumbest reasons.

Another day he came home to find Dan trying to block Herbert’s way into the laundry room. He was leaning against the doorframe, and greeted Herbert who returned it easily, but Dan didn’t move when Herbert came close and attempted to open the door. He was looking up at him as he asked, “Are you going to let me in there, Dan?”

“Oh what do you need the laundry room for?” Dan asked and Herbert squinted at him before looking down at his blood splattered shirt and looking back into his eyes, “Why do you think?”

“Ahhh, c’mon, that?! I mean, that is like, barely a stain, it should come right out-” he licked his thumb and leaned in, wiping his white collared dress shirt and smearing more of the blood onto the shirt and Herbert knew something was up. He used this moment of Dan being distracted to push him out of the way and simultaneously open the door.

He finds you scooping up bubbles with a bucket and dumping them into the sink, pants rolled up to your knees and bubbles just, literally everywhere, clothing damp, your head snapped up and you said with as much casualness as you could muster, “Heyyyyy Herbert, what’s up?”

You and Dan were seated in front of him at the kitchen table Herbert standing in front of you, arms crossed and looking you both over.

He asked what you both were thinking and you and Dan were painfully honest, you wanted to see how much soap it would take to make the washing machine comically blow up ala vintage sitcom scenario.

Curiosity got the better of him and he asked what led to it. You said it was from an old episode of Three’s Company, Herbert shook his head as he said, “How fitting.”

It took over an hour to clean up the laundry room and towards the end of it, during a big bout of silence and steady work that Herbert broke it. He had to know, for scientific reasons he claimed, how much you used to get that reaction.

You beamed and reached over, swiping some bubbles from his cheek as you told him it only took one and a half cups.

Herbert then said before he could stop himself, “Really? I-...I thought it would have been more.” He asked and Dan said, “That is what I thought! I wanted to do two cups right away.”

It turned into a surprisingly fun afternoon.

Herbert was feeling stuck in his work. He’d hit a roadblock that had really stalled him for the past few days and it was endlessly frustrating him, no matter how many ways he attacked it, he just couldn’t come up with a solution. If he didn’t figure it out he was going to drive himself crazy.

You and Dan had tried to help as much as you always did but it just wasn’t working today, so you and Dan broke away to go and make dinner, give Herbert some time alone and also give yourselves a break too. Food might help too, brain fuel and all that.

He was alone for half an hour when he figured it out. No idea why but it just finally made sense and he came upstairs in a rush, to tell you both that he had it and needed your help as soon as possible.

He came into the kitchen to find you and Dan with the radio on, dancing around the kitchen with pots going on the stove top, both still in your scrubs from being in the basement with him. Dan noticed him first, “Oh, he’s outta the basement!”

“Look who decided to join the living! Gonna help with dinner, Herb?” you asked and he said, “Yeah looks like there is a lot of cooking going on." You stuck your tongue out at him and he pressed on. "But no, I figured it out!”

“No shit, show me?” Dan came over and Herbert was holding up some of those notes he brought upstairs, you left them to it, went to fuss with the radio as the song changed to one you didn’t like, looking for a new one you messed with the stations.

You can hear fragments of Herbert and Dan talking until you hear him give it up, “You really figured it out, we have to try this after dinner.”

Well damn, that was some great news.

As you hit a new station and heard the current song in progress it was just too perfect, “Well this is cause for some celebration I think.”

You turned up the radio louder and the song filled the space, Dan recognized it immediately and Herbert looked a little confused by what you meant until you started singing along. “Let’s hear it for the boy! Ah, let’s give the boy a hand! Let’s hear it for my baby-”

Dan’s own smile broke out and he came over to join you, taking your hand and you both singing along impassionedly to the radio, serenading your shared boyfriend who was still holding his notes, not as confused but not surprised.

He leaned against the doorframe as he watched you both, hand in hand, singing along way too enthusiastically, dancing with no discernible rhythm, more just having fun, trying to look as ridiculous as possible, giving it all and throwing yourselves into it.

“Oh, oh, oh, maybe he's no Romeo, but he's my lovin' one man show. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, let's hear it for the boy!”

As that last boy came out you pointed right at Herbert and he couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face. He loved seeing you both like this honestly, having so much fun, after everything that happened having you both keeping things so light was really nice, helped keep him be a little less serious.

He normally reacted with a “Guy’s. Please. Stop.” but you and Dan being so amped about his break through was sweet.

In a stupid and funny kind of way.

But sweet all the same.

“Let’s give the boy a hand!” Dan was clapping along and you were holding your hands out for Herbert to join. He relented. Herbert threw his notes onto the nearby counter and with a roll of his eyes, a smile and the sigh of the world weary and put upon he took your hand and joined in on the ludacris scene as you and Dan continued to hype him up as the pasta pot on the stove boiled over.

None of you care or hear it over the enthusiastic music and cheers of “Let’s hear it for my baby!”

Life in your house was chaotic but hey the three of you could handle anything.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Anyway all your fave slashers are bi and polyam because I fucking said so.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Bex I would KILL for polyam Re-Animator boys. I would KILL AND THEN REANIMATE PLEASE BEX IM BEGGIN YOU

I was looking at this and wondering how to tackle it, but then I saw your wording. You’d kill for them, huh? Re-animate for em too? Well look at what you wrought. What can I say? I can't resist begging. Hope you love it Anon!

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Rating. NSFW. Length. 1.6K. Herbert West X Dan Cain X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Poly!DanBert. Warnings: Blood. Gore. Murder. Unethical Science. Canon Compliant Violence. Choking. Crying. Emotional Talk. Injury. Comfort. Vulnerability. Polyamory. 

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Thank You.

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You had been upstairs, were reading a book, curled up on the couch in the Miskatonic University sweatshirt you stole from Dan, it still smelled like him. You would cat whiffs of him on occasion when the edges of your sleeves were held near your nose, it made you smile.

Your quiet evening of reading was interrupted by some sound coming from the basement. It made you jump and pause, your head snapping up as you listened. It was quiet for a moment until the sound began again and you slammed the book closed and got up, almost throwing yourself off the couch and towards the basement. 

It was loud, so loud, you heard yelling, a struggle, the sounds grew louder as you descended the stairs, taking them two at a time. 

You threw open the door and it was hard to tell what was happening at first with how hard the light was swinging back and forth. It was confusing at first, a scramble, there was blood, you saw flashes of red and smelt iron and chemicals and it was so, much, louder down here. The clang of metal on metal, something wet, choking, and the shouting-

For a moment, after the initial rush and confusion, it was as if it all came into focus. Herbert on the ground, half sitting up, hand on his side, crimson soaking into the white material of his white dress shirt. Dan, also on the ground and something, no someone, a man, over him, hands around his throat-

And there wasn’t a thought in your mind after that point. You don’t think. You act.

You move, your eyes dart down to the table, you see the glint of silver and your hand snatches it up as you pass, you gotta be fast, you can’t linger or wait, there isn’t time or margin for error. You are barefoot, you feel the blood under your feet and have to fight to stay upright on your path. You move swiftly, your hand threads in this sick fuck’s hair and your other hand, the one gripping what would now be your weapon, comes down hard, stabbing into this fuckers throat. 

He tenses but doesn’t stop choking Dan so you don’t stop either. He struggles, tries to shrug you off but you grip his hair harder and you pull out the scalpel before you stab again and again over and over into the side of his neck. Blood sprays and gushes, it paints your hand, your arm, you feel it fleck your face, you taste it, blink through the red as you don’t stop until he does. Your arms ache from the effort of it. You feel him slowing, getting heavier, weaker, you pull out the scalpel, you can barely hold it now with how slick the scarlet coating your hand is but you manage to flip it and you slash his throat, left to right. Blood gushes out, down his front and a good amount soaking Dan below.

The sounds he makes are sick but you don’t focus on it.

Finally, after what feels like far too long but what was realistically less than a minute he stops choking Dan, his hands loosen and you use your grip on his hair to pull him, let him fall onto his side hard. He drops like dead weight, still bleeding out onto the concrete basement floor. 

You stare down at his body, making sure there were no more signs of movement, your chest was heaving, panting, when you are sure he is dead you drop the weapon, it clinks on the ground and you sigh. Your hand comes up and wipes at your forehead, you smear blood as you do, shoulders sagging and that is why you notice, hearing Dan coughing and Herbert’s voice calling out your name. 

You come back to yourself and rush forward, drop on your knees so hard it hurts, you cradle Dan’s head as he rubs at his throat, “Dan! Dan holy fucking shit are you okay?!”

He didn’t say anything but he nodded, he tried to sit up but you didn’t let him, pushing on his shoulders to keep him down, “Hey! Don’t rush, please, take it easy-”

He cleared his throat, tried to speak, he pointed and you hear it, weak and soft, “Herbert?”

You looked over your shoulder and were reminded of Herbert a few feet away, the sight of all the blood soaked into his shirt makes you look down to Dan, eyes wide with concern, “You okay?”

Another nod and you go check on Herbert who tries to wave off your fussing with a roll of his eyes, “It isn’t my blood, really, you should be more concerned with Daniel.”

“Why are you holding your side like that then?” You started to lift his shirt, he tried to stop you but you smacked his hands away and got the material out of the way, a deep purple bruise was already starting to form.

You look up and meet his eyes and he isn’t looking at you, “So what is this then?”

“He got in one lucky shot, okay?” You give him an unconvinced look as his eyes dart back to your face and he scoffs, “Really it’s fine-”

That makes you break. It isn’t fine. You snap at him, “It’s not Herbert! Holy shit!” You let them know that it isn’t and the fight starts.

You left the basement that night, eventually, helped them upstairs carefully, all checking each other out and after determining you are all okay you ask them what the fuck that was all about. You usually left what they did in the basement alone, you ignored the late nights and weird behaviour, but this near death experience pushes you too far. You ask what they do down there, who was that guy, how did he get in the house?

They shared a nervous look, both seated at the kitchen table, nearly shoulder to shoulder as you were across from them, your arms crossed, “Well?”

They spill. About the experiments that have been on since before you moved in, the very, very unethical science, the sneaking bodies and parts from the graveyard and the hospital, the desecration of the dead and the main thing, re-animating their corpses. Trying to cheat death, unlock the secrets to eternal life.

It didn’t take much convincing from them for you to believe which they found shocking. After living with them this long and seeing that mess downstairs, that strange man who looked so not normal, pronounced veins and eyes bulging, the sounds he made, the unreasonable strength he seemed to possess. He wasn’t human.

They loved you. 

Had loved the little arrangement you had all started up, but it was so tenuous, so new and undefined and fragile. They hid this, terrified that it would drive you away if you knew what they did in the basement.

Now it was out in the open and you were being quiet.

So when you were all back downstairs, various stages of cleaning up in the basement taking place, and you, staring into the open fridge at the neatly lined up bottles of re-agent, so silent, they were convinced you were planning your exit. From the house, your relationship, the life you had built for the three of you and your hopeful future. 

The shock of you, still staring at the glowing green fluid, saying, “So when is the next experiment?” 

They shared another look full of confusion. Dan spoke up first, his voice still sounded a bit rough, “What?”

You closed the fridge and turned to face them, saying again, “When’s the next experiment?”

Herbert’s eyes narrowed, he tried to keep his tone even as he asked, “And why do you want to know that?” 

You scoff, leaning against the fridge, “So I can clear my schedule so I can be here obviously.”

Their shocked expressions make you laugh. “You mean it?” Dan asked. 

You shrugged and you said, “Yeah. I saw what happened tonight, how wrong it could have gone if I didn’t step in. So, clearly, I need to be here to keep an eye on you both and help prevent something like that from ever happening again.”

You were perfect, totally perfect, unbelievable, unreal, just there were no words. 

“Besides, many hands make light work. I know I can’t talk you both out of this, so I’m gonna help in any way I can instead.” You know this is important to Herbert, you don’t say it, the look in your eyes conveys it all for you. 

You are wrapped up in two sets of arms so quickly. The thank you doesn’t need to be said either. You hug them back, squished between them, one arm around each of them. “So you aren’t…” 

Dan couldn’t say that last word, he couldn’t ask it, wasn’t strong enough but you reassure him. 

You weren’t sure when you started crying, maybe the intensity of the emotion of all this is hitting you. “No, no I’m not leaving, I promise.”

You let go of them, your hands came up, you wiped at your eyes and saw how ruined the sleeves were, crusted with blood from the awful act you committed almost two hours ago now, the one you had paused cleaning up from. You sob, letting yourself be swept up in the feelings rushing through you, “M sorry I ruined your sweater Dan.” 

It makes them both laugh, you can’t see through the tears, still wiping at your eyes, but it sounds like Dan is crying too through the laughter, “Fuck the sweater! I’d rather have you any fucking day.”

Herbert speaks then, his own voice nowhere near as composed as it normally is, “We can buy you a new sweater.” 

You laugh, small and sad and broken but a laugh all the same. You feel his grip on the back of the sweatshirt tighten, as if he never wanted to let go, like he needed you here. The tone, the contact, it said it all, you are far, far more valuable to them then any dumb sweater. 

You love them. Fucked up and full of mistakes you really do and even with the slight nerves, you think you can navigate this together and help keep these two idiots you’ve fallen for alive. You would die for them, would kill for them too apparently, so what is a little bit of weird science on top of that when it means being with them?