#herbert x reader x dan

[starlight199947]

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

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

[i-arch-my-backula]

Slashers with an s/o who likes to bake

So I'm a bit of a baker, as like a hobby. I find it fun and it has a great outcome. I think I did this before but I couldn't find it on my masterlist so I'm just writing this assuming it's the first one.

Includes: Hannibal Lecter, Michael Myers, Poly Herbert West and Dan Cain, Bo and Vincent Sinclair (seperate)

Warnings: Bo being Bo

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal prefers to cook over bake but he's still going to support your hobby. Probably joining you in baking and maybe (usually) taking over some of the tasks.

He already uses the best ingredients so that also applies to your baking ingredients. I'm super positive that Hannibal would rather go vegan than use flour that isn't grass fed and organic.

Also he's going to make sure you're using the best quality tools you can use. He doesn't own a microwave so if you have to melt something you're going to have to use the oven or do a double boiler on the stove.

He'll always try what you make, mostly because he watched the entire process of you making your sweets and knows that it's high quality. He won't be mean about it if it's bad or missing something, he'll just tell you.

Overall a very supportive boyfriend of your hobby.

Michael Myers

Michael likes to watch you in general and when you're baking it's no different. He just sits in the kitchen and stares at you or watches from outside the house.

Michael has a big sweet tooth so he's taking some of whatever you've made, and if it's RZ Michael he's taking a lot of it. I can see RZ Michael stealing an entire cake from you if he likes it that much.

Will also lick off whatever leftover batter or dough is on your dishes. I can also see him being the kind of person to take one of those cookie dough logs and just straight up take bites out of the entire thing.

He won't ever really tell you that he likes you're baking but whenever you do make something half of it is usually gone before the end of the day.

Herbert West and Dan Cain

Dan has more of a sweet tooth than Herbert does. Dan will also join you in making whatever you're baking while Herbert watches from the side or just does science stuff.

Herbert will join you on occasion and will probably not do much, aside from telling you what to add and what to do next.

Dan loves baking with you and trying whatever you've made for him. But both Herbert and Dan take a piece of whatever you've made to work with them. They also ask you to make stuff for work parties if they have one.

Herbert will also try whatever you've made but he won't be as 'enthusiastic' as Dan is about it.

Bo Sinclair

He thinks it's a waste of ingredients until he tastes it. He's still gonna be cocky and not really admit how much he likes your baking but you know he loves it.

He, like many slashers, likes to watch you being so domestic. Seeing you doing anything domestic, especially baking something for him is going to make him a little love sick. Don't be surprised if he can't keep his hands off of you while you're baking.

He'll leave subtle hits for you about what he wants you to make. Like he'll leave out a cook book with the page turned to a specific recipe or will mention he saw this or that on tv earlier.

He assumes because you can bake you can also cook so now he has you doing both. It doesn't matter how basic or bad your cooking is, it's better than Bo's.

Vincent Sinclair

Fully supportive of this hobby. Can he help you with anything? Should he ask Bo to get you something from the store? Do you need recipes?

Baking themes will start to show up in his art now too. What? He just so happened to paint you baking something? Or he might have made some wax figures of sweets? It's not because of you (it totally is)

Will go digging for old recipes that his family has. Although Mr and Mrs.Sinclair (rest in piss) were horrible parents I think that Trudy made a few baked goods from time to time and they were pretty damn good.

Somewhat 'gatekeeps' your food from his brothers. He'll honestly steal a lot of whatever you've made and keep in the basement for you and him to share.

[skylarsblue]

✦Slasher Pride Headcanons!(pt.2)✦

Once again, if you don't agree, I don't care.

[living-dead-author]

Kinktober day 7: Medical play with Herbert West and Dan Cain

To be honest I didn't have much of an idea going into this about what Medical play kind of looks like so there is a lot of other kinks sprinkled out in this. Reader is GN and I did my best to make it sound not so weird when using the GN language when referring to the reader. This fic is 18+ ageless accounts and minors dni

Content includes: Praise, reader referred to as 'the subject', bondage, spanking, hair pulling, vibrator used on reader, nipple pinching and twisting

“Now if you’d please remove your clothes.” Herbert says, looking down at the clipboard in his hands. You raise your eyebrows, faking surprise at the request you knew he was going to say. You look over at Dan, getting an expecting look from him, but you could tell he’s a little nervous too. You slowly take off your clothes, letting yourself stand naked in front of them. 

“This is a part of the test right? I just thought that’s what it’s going to be. A simple medical test.” You say, looking between the two men. Herbert nods his head and so does Dan, but Herbert seems more confident than him. Herbert slowly walks around you in a circle. 

“This is going to be a couple simple medical tests, nothing to worry about.” Herber says, standing in front of you again. 

“Can you bend over and touch your toes please.” Dan requests. You look over at him and you nod your head, bending down and touching your toes. Dan looks at Herbert and they exchange a nod. Dan walks behind you and gropes your ass. You gasp but smile at the same time. Dan quickly takes his hand away. “This is standard procedure I assure you.” He says, a bit of nervousness in his tone. 

“No, you’re alright, keep going.” You say, clearly ready for Dan to keep up with the little roleplay you three have going on. He nods again and gropes both of your cheeks this time, slightly kneading them with his hands. 

“Does that feel alright? Pleasurable at all?” Herbert asks, writing something down on his clipboard as Dan keeps groping you. You nod your head and look up at Herbert again.

“It feels fine. It does feel a bit pleasurable, yes. I do quite enjoy this.” You say, a small smile on your face as Dan takes his hand away and lands a quick smack on your ass. You moan softly and stand up, moving a hand to rub your sore cheek. 

“Next we have some more…Unusual tests you could say. But please understand that these are all standard procedures.” Herbert nods and Dan comes up behind you, wrapping his arms under yours and putting his fingers on your nipples. He starts to gently pinch and twist them, making you moan softly and look back at Herbert. 

“What is this testing exactly?” You ask, your words laced with moans as Dan keeps applying that deliciously painful sensation to your nipples. 

“It makes sure that your pain receptors in your chest are working as intended and that you have proper reflexes.” He says, adjusting his glasses and writing something else down on the clipboard in his hands. 

“You’re doing a great job. I promise you that.” Dan says softly into your ear. You smile and nod your head. He takes his fingers off your nipples and steps back, grabbing a fist full of your hair, but not tugging on it yet. 

“My partner here is going to test your scalp pain receptors next.” Herbert nods his head and Dan starts to tug on your hair. You groan and shut your eyes slightly, enjoying the slightly painful sensation of his tugging your hair, savoring the perfectly painful feeling that it gives you. 

“Taking it so well. You’ll get your reward soon enough. Just a couple of more tests now honey.” Dan whispers into your ear, pressing a small kiss to your temple, still tugging your hair, making you moan more and more. Herbert watches the two of you, occasionally writing something down on his clipboard as Dan keeps tugging on your hair, still trying to listen in case you call out your safeword. 

“Alright, I think we’re ready to move on to our next test.” Herbert says. Dan lets go of your hair and rubs your slightly sore scalp for a moment, trying to make sure that you’re not in too much pain after that. “We need to test how your…Arousal is working. Herbert says, smiling softly before going back to his usual more muted expression. Dan walks in front of you and turns you to the side so Herbert can watch the both of you. He smiles down at you before pressing his lips against yours, moaning softly. You shut your eyes and let yourself fall into his kiss too. 

You feel yourself starting to get more and more turned on, gripping tightly onto Dan’s scrubs and you try to grind against his leg. Herbert chuckles and watches the two of you closely. Dan keeps up with his kissing, deeply savoring the feeling of your lips on his and how you’re trying to grind against his thigh. 

“Please try to not…stimulate yourself at the moment. We will help you with that in just a second.” Herbert says, smiling a little to himself as you and Dan keep up with the deep, loving kiss between the two of you. Dan puts his hands on your hips, holding you in place so you can’t use him to get any kind of friction between your legs. You whine against his lips as you keep kissing each other, feeling yourself grow more and more needy as this goes on.

After several minutes Herbert finally speaks up again. 

“Time for our final test. Please take the subject to the table.” He says, giving Dan a slight nod of his head. Dan gently takes your bicep in his hand and he leads you over to a metal table with four leather straps, one for each wrist and ankle. “Please lay the subject down on the table.” Herbert instructs walking closer to the table as well. 

“You’re doing so good for us. Just one more test.” He says, giving you a reassuring smile as he lays you down on the table. Herbert sets down the clipboard and works to strap down one of your wrists and ankles while Dan does the other, leaving you bound against the table like some kind of science experiment. 

“Put on your gloves and start with the stimulation Daniel.” Herbert says, picking his clipboard back up. Dan grabs a pair of surgical gloves and puts them on. He applies some lube to them before his hand  goes down between your legs. He smiles at you one more time before he begins to rub in just the right spot. You moan and try to move against the restraints holding you in place. “Please try not to move.” Herbert says, watching the two of you with a small smile on his face. 

Dan keeps working his hand in that aching spot, all that build up finally getting to you. 

“Yes, oh yes…” You say, shutting your eyes and tilting your head back, letting Dan work his magic on your needy area. 

“Alright, the subject is ready, get out the vibrator.” Herbert says, pulling out a remote control from his pocket. Dan reaches into a drawer and pulls out a vibrating toy. He puts some more lube on it before sticking it to the perfect spot. “Now, start the timer. We need to see how long the subject can go before they have to call for mercy.” Herbert explains, looking down at you with a smile as he clicks the button, turning on the vibrator, making you moan out again.

Dan palms himself through his pants while starting the timer, looking down at you from time to time. You keep laying there, slightly bound on the metal examining table, a vibrator humming away against you in the perfect manner. The only sounds in the room are your moans, the timer clicking, and the vibrator humming away. 

“Coming up on one minute.” Dan says, looking up at Herbert. He notes something down on his clipboard and looks back at you. It only takes another ten seconds before you finally cum. You shut your eyes and raise up your hips slightly, moaning out in satisfaction. You let the vibrator help you ride out your orgasm for a couple more moments before you finally speak up. 

“Mercy, mercy.” You say softly. Dan stops the timer and quickly pulls the vibrator away from you. 

“The subject lasted one minute and 45 seconds.” He says, handing Herbert the timer. Dan starts to undo the straps around your wrists and ankles as Herbert makes the last of his notes. 

“Let’s get them some water. Then we can discuss our findings.” 

[pierrotsmoon]

Love (and Logic)

Chapter 1- Temple of Love

(crossposted from my Ao3)

Going to Miskatonic as an art student is tough enough; the pretentious boy in Y/N's anatomy course is somehow making it worse.

A/N: I researched bone structure for this, any skeletal enthusiasts feel free to make corrections. Also character's thoughts will be italicized.

Herbert West x Fem! Reader

Warnings!- Enemies to lovers, harrasment, dr. Hill being creepy, first day of classes, budding friendships, DAN AND HERB RESPECT WOMEN!!! tell me if I missed anything!

Going to Miskatonic as an art student was what Y/N had wanted for her entire life. The prestigious institution allowed her a full-ride scholarship, probably because they needed more fine arts students to keep getting grant money. Best not to dwell on negatives! As Y/N opened up her backpack, she shoved in her sketchbook, textbook, pencil case, and field watercolor kit. Swinging the pack over her back, she broke open her apartment door and sauntered out.

Y/N opened up the pink class schedule she had written, anatomy, wonderful. The medical students at Miskatonic seemed good at first, but tended to look down upon the arts, especially during classes often shared by both majors. As soon as she walked through the door, the eyes of the few students inside turned to her. The instructor came up to her.

"Good morning. I’m Doctor Carl Hill, and I'm pleased to meet you."

The doctor smiled at her, and Y/N felt a chill climb up her spine. This man did not leave a good taste in her mouth, and she didn't like how he placed his hand on her shoulder. She quickly found a seat next to a young man who was glaring at the doctor.

“He’s such a creep around girls.”

The man whispered to himself loudly enough for only them to hear. Y/N looked down at her watch; it was 20 minutes until class  started. The brunette in scrubs turned around to look at the young woman, giving her a (far less creepy) smile. He wore gloves on his hands and appeared frazzled, with messy hair and untied shoelaces. 

"My name is Dan, and I'm a medical student; what are you studying?"

Dan gave her a boyish smile, and the young woman smiled back. 

“I’m Y/N, I study visual and fine arts.”

The boy looked momentarily amazed, like he had stars in his eyes. He looked at her casual clothing, sweater, a skirt, and Mary Janes—and he knew he had finally found a friend in his least favorite class. The two of them began making small talk as the sound of footsteps broke the conversation.

“Good morning doctor, is the skull functions quiz today?”

The professor visibly tensed.

“Dr. West, a pleasure as always.”

Y/N turned her head around to meet the eyes of a scrutinizing figure, almost glaring at her with lips that slowly sunk into a frown. 

She immediately looked away, annoyed by his insistence on looking at her like she was Satan.

“Is she even in proper scrubs?”

The eyes of the entire room, which was now rather packed, turned to Y/N. She looked back at him with fire in her eyes.

“I’m just a spectator from the arts department, I hope that doesn't bother you too much.” 

He gave off this perturbed hmph before sitting down in the only chair left, right between Y/N and Dan.

“Come on, Herbert, she’s nice!”

Herbert pointedly turned his head away from his roommate’s incessant whining. He didn't need to become friends with art students. What would they ever do for him? The girl would just be another squeamish failure; why should he tolerate that? He turned forward to see the skeleton model come out of the industrial closet, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl rapidly flip to a clean page in her sketchbook. ‘So unprepared.’ Herbert was aware that the few art students in the class would leave after this semester, when the lessons on bone structure and anatomy concluded. He'll be glad that his routine will be back to normal.

“Does the femur support more than the leg bones and knees?”

Herbert looked to his side again, polished shoes tapping impatiently on the white linoleum. ‘ Why was she asking such easy and insufferable questions?’ 

The professor animatedly stepped closer, leaning over her shoulder and answering intently. Herbert sighed ‘a plagiarist and a creep.’ He was getting ready to go back to his own clipboard, until he saw the professor's hands begin to get closer and closer to her hip, horror filling her already scared eyes.

“Professor! Could you assess these notes on the pelvic joints?”

It disgusted Herbert to see how he looked genuinely disappointed at the prospect of not getting to harass a young woman who looked close to tears. Dan noticed the spectacle, looking around one more time to see that everyone else was focused on their work. He gave Herbert a pointed glance, a non-verbal good job.

   ★

The students all gave their half attention to the professor when he opened up a filing cabinet, grabbing a manila folder and opening it. He handed out a copy to each student. 

“Alright then! A new semester with new students allows for another project. Since our new students hail from the arts sector, I’ve planned an art project for the class.”

‘Oh God, why?’ Herbert was well aware that he didn't have a good reputation with Dr. Hill, but failing a project would result in a significant drop in his grade; after all, art had never been his strong suit.

Dr. Hill began listing off all of the pairings, most of whom were rather excited to get to know one another.

“ And Y/N with Herbert.”

The two young adults turned around and stared at one another, shortly before Dan broke the silence.

“Just make sure you two keep it quiet.”

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the future chapters are gonna be better

[floralfantasy-ficemporium]

🧍🏻‍♀️ i started writing a herbert x reader x dan fic 🫣

[bucklovesyou]

the diner [herbert west x reader x dan cain]

pairings: herbert west x reader x dan cain [romantic or platonic]

characters: herbert west, dan cain, you, random diner lady

synopsis: you and your two roommates can't sleep and decide to head out to the diner to get something to eat.

a/n: woohoo !! diner fic !! i love diner fics they're so warm and cozy and hopefully i was able 2 capture that vibe here !!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you rubbed your eyes tiredly as you glanced at the bottom of the door. the bright fluorescent green glow of your roommates' infamous reagent partially lit up the crack between the door and the floor and you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

from beside you, dan knocked on the door, causing the commotion in the basement to pause before a long, dramatic sigh was heard.

you and dan exchanged a look and snickered as footsteps made their way up to the main floor.

a tired and disheveled herbert west greeted you, a scowl prominent on his face as he glared at the two of you.

you held back a grin as he crossed his arms in frustration, "i'm working."

"and we're unable to sleep which is why we're gonna head out to the diner in town, if you can we'd like you to come with us," dan replied.

herbert looked between the two of you as you both looked at him expectantly. he glanced back into the basement, mumbled something under his breath, and turned back around to face you.

"alright. you caught me at a good time. i'll go."

you excitedly clasped your hands together and jumped, "yippee !! go get your coat, it's freezing out there !"

herbert rolled his eyes at your enthusiasm but you could see the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "fine. wait for me in the car."

you and dan both turned to each other and exchanged a quick high five before excitedly walking out to the car.

herbert leaned against the doorframe and shook his head before turning back to the basement and descending down the steps to grab his coat.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

dan settled into the driver's seat as you clambered into the back, reserving the passenger seat for herbert.

"dude, i can't believe he actually wants to go with us," you commented as you leaned forward between the two front seats.

he shrugged, "me neither. christmas miracle, i suppose."

you laughed, "yeah, i guess so."

not long after initially getting in the car, herbert made his way from your front porch and into the passenger seat.

he shot you a confused look, "why are you in the back ?"

you smiled, "it's a special occasion ! it's not everyday herbert west wants to hangout with us without us pleading on our hands and knees first."

he scoffed, "i'm sorry i'm busy trying to have a scientific breakthrough."

you laughed in response, causing him to glare at you.

dan snickered as he started up the car, "alright you two, settle down. buckle up and let's get going."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you stared down at your cup of hot chocolate and smiled, your hands wrapping around the mug in an effort to warm them up.

from beside you in your booth seat, herbert was peeling back the lids of creamer cups and pouring them into his mug of black coffee. you watched as he poured them in and stirred with his spoon before opting to steal his empty cups.

he raised an eyebrow at you as he watched you proceed to try and stack them in a tower. "what are you doing ?"

you smiled at him, "what does it look like i'm doing ? i'm making a coffee creamer tower."

he shook his head, smiling slightly as he watched you work, only for you to knock it all down and begin rearranging them in a different pattern.

dan tapped his fingers against the table as he stared out the window.

satisfied with your creation of a small creamer cup pyramid, you, too, glanced out the window to see if what he was looking at was any more interesting than what you were doing.

the sky was nearly pitch black if not for the stars scattered against it. bright colorful lights illuminated the town's various lamp posts as snow slowly floated down from the sky, creating a white blanket on the ground. there wasn't a soul in sight.

"y'all ready to order ?"

you turned your attention from the window to the source of the voice. an older woman stood at the end of your booth, notepad in hand. she smiled at the three of you warmly, and you couldn't help but smile back.

dan turned towards her and nodded, "mhm, i would like the pancakes, please."

she scribbled something on her notepad, "would you like bacon or sausage with that and how do you want your eggs ?"

dan pressed his index finger to his chin in thought, "bacon and.... sunny side up, please."

she nodded, "sure thing. and for you ?"

she pointed her pen at herbert, snapping him out of his daze, "oh- um... french toast will be fine."

she hummed, scribbling his order down as well, "it comes with mixed berries consisting of blackberries, blueberries, and raspberries, is that alright ?"

he nodded, "that's fine."

"you got it. and for you ?" she asked you.

"hmm... i'll have the [favorite diner food], please."

she nodded, jotting it down before putting the notepad in her apron, "sure thing. i'll be back with your food shortly."

and with that she left the three of you to soak up the atmosphere once more.

dan sipped his diet coke through the white and red striped bendy straw before leaning back in the booth, "so how's your studies in [major] going, [name] ?"

you huffed, propping your arm up on the table to lean your face on your palm, "it's going. nothing too exciting happening but i can't complain. it could be worse. what about you guys ? make any new frankenstein's monsters to hide from halsey ?"

herbert narrowed his eyes at you, "we're in public."

you rolled your eyes, "like anyone knows what we're even talking about.... a matter of fact..." you did a quick glance around the diner, "there's no one here aside from us. loosen up, herb." you nudged his side with your elbow, causing him to swat you away, scrunching up his nose at the horrid nickname.

"don't call me that... and if you must know... we are now preparing to receive more parts for our next creation. we have to have everything ready and perfect beforehand." he finished his sentence with a sip of his coffee, sighing through closed lips.

dan placed his head on his palm, "we went to the morgue a few days ago and found some parts that may be useful. we'll see, though."

you nodded along, "cool."

dan stared down at his diet coke, watching the bubbles float to the top, "mhm."

a silence fell between the three of you, dan pushing his ice around with his straw, herbert leaning back in the booth seat with his eyes closed and you staring out the window. it was a comfortable silence as you enjoyed their company.

you could never admit it to herbert due to the way he'd jab at you about it (maybe you could admit it to dan, as he was better with feelings) but you enjoyed the moments of peace between the three of you. you enjoyed sitting with them in silence and feeling their warm presence. you enjoyed casually talking in quiet whispers with them. you enjoyed seeing them in a rare state of peace and relaxation, a sight that was rare when they were constantly trying to bring back the dead. you enjoyed being roommates with them.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Need me a locket like this but with 15-20 slots for all the slutty little blorbos I love.

[applesontheground]

your own prometheus 💉

CHAPTER SIX like minds broken, like minds breaking free | AO3

shoutout to H.P.’s hatred of A/C units i got a line in here just for you buddy! (and i mean that as a threat)

NSFW | Word Count: 3,926 | Herbert West x GN Reader x Daniel Cain

contains canon typical/graphic depictions of body horror, HEAVILY IMPLIED NSFW, mild voyeurism

⬅ continued from salvation comes only in our dreams

➡ continued in something inside your head

“Sherman Robinson.”

You’d been speaking on the weather with a receptionist when the conversation just beyond your sight, down a hall that lead further into the local law firm, caught your ear. Attention had been a hard thing to wrangle that morning for obvious reasons, still stuck somewhere between a puddle of blood that had been inches away from your feet and a pair of crooked glasses telling you that splintering wood through the chest cavity was something that had to happen. You let yourself trail off at a convenient time to listen.

The shared words between two attorneys weren’t even yours to focus on, appearing fixated on organizing the day’s deliveries in the lobby. The man you had initially heard spoke again, only half baffled at his own explanation. “Body just went missing from the morgue a few nights ago. The entire hospital is up in arms, and of course family’s getting in contact with us, all this nonsense.”

The other one was perplexed enough for both of them. “How does a goddamn body go missing?”

“It wasn’t accidentally cremated, miscommunication with the records?” You pointed your look at the man helping you behind the counter, but he didn’t notice. He kept pulling stock of documents that were meant for you, and finally you gave up and just stared at the counter.

“No, sir. Only thing left in the room was the bag Robinson was in.”

“…Suppose it’s an inside job?” Both of you froze at that, the man behind the counter pressing a record with a red stamp towards the top of the page and shooting you a wary look.

“They aren’t sure as of right now. This is just hearsay, but the police don’t like visiting. Not since that October.” You hid the way every muscle in your neck grew rigid, rolling it and pretending there was a draft that caught you off guard with a bothersome sneer at the air conditioning unit towards the right facing wall of the lobby. “That morgue massacre really put Essex on the map, but it also marked our hospitals as death traps.”

The other man huffed, “Well, that’s a little harsh, you think?”

His cohort snorted, “Well, maybe. All I’m saying is that if my family needed a hospital, I wouldn’t send them to Miskatonic.”

The two men exchanged a dry laugh and departed, one returning to the depths of the offices and the other moseying back down the hall. You waited for another beat, then the receptionist handed you another stack of documents, the stamped one on top as you merely looked back at him with a chaste nod.

Anything to keep from looking at the familiar face paperclipped to the documents belonging to Mr. Robinson.

You had one more errand to run before you could get back to the clerks’ office, sitting in a hallway that for once wasn’t your favorite stop on the route. Between Miskatonic and home, you were almost eager to be anywhere else. The desperation wringing your thoughts made you let go of the papers on your lap and bury your face in your hands, laughing to keep from souring completely. Maybe it’s time I retire, turn into a desk clerk, sit with the records that don’t need to be moved any more. Let them rest.

It shouldn’t have caught you so off guard that Herbert was capable of murder, but of course it did. Even worse, it made you ask yourself whether or not Dan was, too. Even though he hadn’t been present last night, something told you that they had far too much history between each other for him to just be okay with whatever hell had crawled out of the basement and tried to brutalize you. He had to have seen it at some point too, been aware of the noise and the mess that you and Herbert had made; you sure didn’t clean it up and seeing how Herbert leaves the main floor of the house, you’d be shocked if he had too.

Sure, there weren’t full-blown attacks at Miskatonic like that, but from what you heard the place wasn’t immune. It made your jaw loosen and sweat began to simmer under your shirt collar, because you could now tell you really didn’t know half of it.

You wouldn’t have to kill someone out of negligence, right?

Finally stepping out from the pathology office, an older woman stood for a beat. Spotting the lilac flats from where your eyes were glued to the floor and the exasperated expression from behind coke-bottle glasses, you perked up, rushing to shove any other thought aside and return to the present. “Marge!”

“Oh my. Like a dog begging for scraps.” She tutted, but when you still smiled and got to your feet, she sighed in an endearing gesture, “Alright, come on. Got some good ones for you today.”

Every once and awhile, Marge had been able to slide you photocopies of old X-rays, things from the medical realm that might’ve turned the wheels of inspiration. So long as you didn’t show them around, you were able to use them then quietly dispose of it when you were finished. You even did her a favor by redacting the dates and identification numbers sometimes kept in the corner. The pen you did it with sat in your back pocket, jutting out slightly whenever your shirt would ride up. Plus, it didn’t hurt to draw something less gruesome, paint a few things for her in return as well. Your relationship with her was fond, built by someone who needed a painting for her daughter’s birthday and the creative mind with morbid interests – even if you tried to hide that from the world at large.

“It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen you around here. Behaving yourself?” She asked, watching you start to slide a hand over what she had brought in. You replied warmly, “Of course. Just get hogged by the other side of the county. Always need something to go somewhere else, you know.”

“Sure, heard that old place by the river has been having run-ins with trouble again.” She paused, then asked, “How is that roommate of yours, Daniel?”

A smile spread over your face, and you answered, “He’s well.”

“And his bag of tricks?”

You stifled a laugh, knowing what she meant as you chimed, “Dr. West’s fine, too.” You shook your head, flashing your teeth in more of a twinge than an open smile now, “I’ve been busy keeping them out of trouble.” She only scoffed at that, and your eyes were pulled to a picture of a bone broken to the point it stuck in another direction, brushing the other part of it in the translucent shot through the X-ray. You pulled it closer to yourself, recognizing the feeling of not being able to quite take your eyes away without an active demand. Stop staring, at least this arm was attached to someone.

Marge finally tapped the desk, a royal purple nail being enough of a catalyst to pull you from the image. “You didn’t hear this from me, but there’s been talk they’ve been getting you into it.” She murmured, almost like the walls were paper thin.

Tilting your head, your eyes slowly trailed up to look at her. “Huh? What do you mean?” She clicked her tongue and scolded, “Now, not so fast, dear. I’m old but I’m not senile quite yet.” You tried to smirk, but then shrugged, “Heard through the grapevine that you and Dr. Cain are becoming pretty good friends.”

The similar silence that could’ve been broken with a pin drop in your mind, something identical from what you had felt from those two nurses made your heart skip a beat, “Oh! Marge, no.” Your throat tightened, but you still sighed, “It’s only ever been rooming with him, nothing else. We’ve had to get close just because of the shared space.”

“Uh huh.” She looked down at the desk, but quickly looked back up and made you stand a little straighter, “Not with West, either?”

You pursed your lips at that and mumbled, “No, ma’am.”

“Okay. Well, I hate to send you back across the county,” She suddenly pulled a folder out from behind her computer, opening it to peruse as she explained, “I have to get these files over to my colleague in another office. Could you be a saint and make sure it gets there?”

“Of course, it’s the least I can do. Thank you for these, Marge.” You held up the few papers you decided to take, clipped together and smiling despite your heart thundering against your chest. You glanced down at the other set she was taking from the folder and felt the ease slip along with the presence of her questions still heavy in your mind.

“Wait, Marge-” She turned to you again, coral colored frames of her glasses falling down her nose as she gave you a daunting glance, but still you asked, “Where did you say this office was?”

You stood with pursed lips as the sliding doors to Miskatonic opened, pulling you in like a vice you had no choice but to walk inside. Even traversing across town was no match, and something always put you back. You knew where the pathologist for this hospital was like the back of your hand, leading you with purpose. You held the paper needing to be sent to him, trying to read it while you walked.

It was concerning tissue analysis of some dead bodies that the other hospital had come into contact with, scanning the various tables on the paper with your teeth subconsciously grinding against each other, more of a calming tic than any stress you felt. Ever since you had truths startle you into deep-seated dread, most news in your hands didn’t pack the same punch. It was no Megan Halsey is actually dead or There’s zombified people in the basement.

As you slowed outside the Pathology office, you picked through the papers while reaching for the door and giving it a gentle knock, feeling people brush past you and hugging the wall within moments without realizing. A note in handwritten ink was circled underneath the computer print.

VARIOUS ORGANIC TISSUE NOT EXPERIENCING DECAY, SHOWING ATTEMPTS AT BREAK DOWN BUT NO PHYSICAL RESULTS. – DR. HILL’S WORK? THANKS GRAVES, -M.F.

Your head couldn’t help but turn at the underlined words.

Dr. Hill?

“Can I help you, [sir/ma’am]?” You snapped your head up at the man standing in the now open door, his salt and pepper facial hair hiding the slight grimace at your interest in the docs, and tired gaze understanding what you were doing by a mere glance but deciding to remain polite.

“Oh! Hello,” You greeted, extending your hand to him, “Record courier, [Y/N][L/N]. Marge from the unit across the county wanted to send you some readings.”

“I can see that. It looks like she sent me a reader while she was at it.” He huffed, but when you gave him an apologetic nod and quickly turned the pages away from yourself, he sighed, “It’s alright, just promise me you’ll keep it to yourself.” He finally shook your hand, letting you give the packet to him, “Wilbur Graves, pleasure to finally meet you, [Mr./Ms.][L/N].” He then stood to the side of the doorframe and hummed, “You can come in if you’d like, I’ve heard a bit about you.”

You squinted in a smile, one that you had to force a bit as you asked, “Really? From who?”

“Who do you think?” A voice from inside drew you in, eyes widening as you stepped from the fluorescent hallway and the miscellaneous chatter to the dark of the office. A younger nurse was dropping off some various physical samples, giving you a cheeky glance.

“Ernest, no need.” Graves tried to stop him, but he then shrugged, “What, like [he/she doesn’t / they don’t] know.” Your smile dropped again, the familiar sentence taking you back to earlier in the week with the nurses. What, you don’t know?

Apparently, you didn’t know anything, and it was starting to make you a little green with an envy that you weren’t in on this running gag everyone seemed to know of.

Green. The luminescent shade catching your skin as you crept forward startled you, making your eyes lock onto a nearby shelf in the pathology office. Just as you had with the one you had seen in the fridge back at the house, it was quickly connecting the red thread. Two places you couldn’t seem to escape and had far more things in common with each other than you could stomach.

“Dr. Carl Hill’s last invention. We…aren’t quite sure what he had intended to do with it.” Graves explained briefly, eyeing how you were frowning at the vial. You turned to look at him, biting back the urge to crumple your eyebrows and feeling as though the almost neon light still dancing over your chest and face was scalding you. He went on, “We found it in the morgue after that awful massacre. You know, the one that happened in ’85.”

Slowly, you made yourself nod and breathe out the word, “Sure.” Looking once more back at it, you then couldn’t help but ask, “Dr. Carl Hill died the night of the massacre, I’m assuming?” Graves raised his eyebrows at you, and when you held the stare with your own curious expression he replied quietly, “Yes. Along with the Dean’s daughter, Megan Halsey. I’m sure you’re familiar with her, right?” Your heart shot up into your throat, nodding calmly despite the information pulling another familiarity into the mix. Everything had so much more convolution than you were anticipating, mixing into a mess that now stared at the back of your head with a toxic color.

He chuckled, “That is actually why I’ve invited you in, [Mr./Ms.][L/N]. Perhaps your boyfriend, Dr. Cain, could-” Your gaze snapped over to him, meeting his eyes and trying not to let anger slip into your voice as you corrected, “I’m not dating Daniel Cain.”

Graves prodded, “Oh. You’re not?” Seeing him inhale, you then added in the same breath, “Or Herbert West.”

“You’re not?” Ernest spoke up again, making you give him an exasperated frown, but you shook your head once more. Even to yourself, fawning at the mere tease of the thought.

“Well, even if you don’t date, you do live with them. Is that true?” Graves asked, and you merely nodded with the same movement of your jaw from before; this time, with more purpose that made your temples move from the ferocity. He slowly asked, “Do you…know what part they played in the massacre?”

“…Did they play a part?” You breathed, eyes widening along with the inability to hide the way your entire voice fell through space at the mere realization.

The brash ring of the phone from the other room startled you out of the tunnel vision. Graves frowned hard but immediately excused himself. You tried to ignore it, looking at the memo you were handing off sitting on the desk in front of you. Ernest was still in the room, giving you that same smug expression. You decided to change the subject, running from the conversation that dissipated for the time.

“So, is someone saying I’m sleeping with those two? That’s the third time this week I’ve heard someone give me crap.” You asked, and he shrugged, “Dunno. Just heard Cain talking about you the other day. Made it sound like you two had something going on.”

“What did Dan- shit, what did Dr. Cain say?” You and him both laughed, and you took the moment to idly walk closer to the shelf on the wall, letting your hand meander behind your back while holding eye contact to keep him distracted. Ernest shrugged, looking towards the door and making it easy to take the bottle with a clammy hand, starting to fumble with it.

“He just said you two were growing close, how great you’ve been keeping things in order back at their digs. Wouldn’t stop talking about your eyes, either.” You were only half-listening, the latter of your attention thumping around your head as you tried to stop the glass from tapping against the metal shelf. He then looked at you, and you only pulled a flustered expression as he commented, “They’re just some shade of [y/e/c], so guess I’m not the intended audience for that one.”

You rolled those special eyes of yours, and then sighed, “Well, I can tell you right now that we aren’t anything outside of roommates.” Ernest scoffed, “Yeah, okay. If not you, then he’s definitely got it for West. You see how they look at each other, right?”

“Oh, sure.” You answered half-joking, but then stopped yourself and sighed, “I mean…I’ve said it before, but if they’re dating that’s none of our business – mine or yours.” Part of you meant that as you finally took your turn to leave with the glass in your bag, covered with your jacket to keep its toxic color concealed, “Tell Graves I had to get back to the clerks’ office, okay?”

“Sure, I’ll say hi to your boyfriends, too.” He called, and you knew that he could imagine the look on your face as he laughed from behind the door swinging shut.

You shoved the vial lower and lower into the bag, a godsend that you had brought in with you since you had a heavier stack of documents to lug around today. Kept around your shoulder, you checked the zippers, the latches, and when you were sure it was shut your eyes pointed towards the doors again. Hate to walk through them, love to barrel out-

“[Y/N].” A voice that sounded as though it had breathed right next to your ear almost sent you tripping into a row of chairs in the lobby, gasping as you turned and recognized his tone before seeing him fully. “Jesus, Herbert-“

“Pathology.” He merely spoke the word, and you almost rolled your eyes. It wasn’t a big deal he had noticed, but you knew it looked suspect to even him. Especially him. You recalled the way he looked at you when he saw how Dyer had spoken to you, that insecurity of the wrong slip of your tongue making him prone to just nitpick your every move. You weren’t Dan, after all, and he didn’t know what part you were intending to play through whatever the hell was going on. Still, you smoothed the front of your clothes down, feeling the weight of your bag against your thigh.

“Yes. I have something to tell you when I get home today.” Your eyes scanned the space around you, and his brow released as you lowered your voice, “I…really can’t show it right now.”

His eyes then truly focused in, not listening because he had to but now because he wanted to. “Is that so? What is it?”

“I can’t.” Your hand gripped your bag and you murmured, “Trust me.”

Another pause, looking you up and down to see how rigid you were becoming. “Well, can you at least tell me what’s with the incredulous look on your face?”

“I-“ Your expression flushed, the prodding once again cracking your eggshell-thin demeanor, “I found something in Pathology and I’m about to walk out with it. It’s something I’ve seen at home, and I think it belongs…to you.” Speaking slowly was the only way you could express uncertainty in your own words, but you cleared your throat and went on, “That stuff you keep in the fridge, I think you know what I’m talking about. I…I want answers.”

He blinked, short-lived anxiety through the hard brow suddenly lifting, and you two had a mutual moment of knowing what you meant. He almost sounded smug, and rocked on his heels slightly as he huffed, “Answers? [Y/N], why didn’t you just say so?”

“Hey, there’s trouble and more trouble.” You gave one last look to the door when you heard Dan’s voice, and as he came to greet you, you tried to take a playful tone. “Alright, you two have to have a job to do right now. I’m getting anxious just watching two doctors talk with their perfectly healthy roommate rather than helping patients.”

“What, can’t have a second to breathe?” Dan joked, and you smiled back a little in a lighthearted forfeit. You crossed your arms and then asked, “Hey, wait. Who’s trouble and who’s more trouble in this equation?”

Dan froze, then pointed at you and named, “Trouble.” His finger swiveled to point at Herbert, and maybe had two seconds of another pause before the other man scoffed, “Oh, right. I wasn’t the one just using [his/her/their] card to get into Pathology – as a meagre paper pusher, mind you.”

“Graves let me in. I had a reason to be there.” You corrected, trying not to look at Dan with your old shade of [y/e/c] eyes, hiding the smile threatening to smack everyone in the small three-sided crowd silly. Herbert only gave an expression of half belief while Dan simply cocked his head at you, both a little lost but none the wiser to tell you.

You weren’t sure if they had gotten home before you or not, but either way something was keeping you glued to the counter. For once, you didn’t want to quell your interest in everyday life around this morgue turned three-person home.

Perched on a stool, you stared at the vial across from you. Still luminescent, still hard to tell what the hell it was supposed to do. Was it thick like a syrup? Frothy like a beer? What would happen if I shook it? You wrinkled your nose at the idea, trying to see the consistency from where you were sitting.

A loud bang from the basement answered your original question. Dan’s voice scatched through the wall.

“I can’t mess this up.”

Herbert immediately retorted, “Mess it up? You’re practically drooling outside the bedroom door every other night! the only thing being messed up is our work before [Y/N] came here.”

The sound of your name made you turn your head, hand encircling the bottle as you finally hopped off the stool, slowly approaching the sound of the argument coming from downstairs.

“Herbert, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, please. You’re not hiding anything, Dan.”

A loud slam made you press your palm into the door, clutching the vial to your chest as you hesitated. He didn’t hit him, You immediately assured yourself, aware it was in vain but utterly horrified at the idea alone, trying to muster the will to push through. It only immobilized you again, clasped by the terror of wanting to remain in a position where you couldn’t know.

He wouldn’t.

Another slam, this time with more shifting afterwards, someone’s shoes squeaking on the floor. It didn’t sound like the wall this time, but rather furniture being pushed against the ground with movement. Your jaw dropped, and the vial now rested against your chest as you almost fell limp. Leaned against the wall, you heard a low sigh, an exasperated huff. Someone even uttered, “Damn you,” but it was hard to tell which one of them had said it. It was like the fight had been solved in mere seconds, and soon you were recognizing what it was.

A careful creak, and finally a third slam.

Then another.

And another.

“Damn you.” This time, it was very clear who was speaking, the reveling edge of Herbert’s tone something you had heard in a very different context before. You then realized that you had to leave it alone, rushing back down the hall and feeling a pang deep in your own core.

At least you knew something for sure after today.

[joe-spookyy]

dan cain x fem reader headcanons!!!!

- herbert gets jealous

- you die

[decaying-church]

Slasher with a s/o that likes to nap

Slashers x male reader

(a/n: Taking a mini break from smut and by that I mean I'll probably be writing it again in like 3 days.)

Warning: Billy Lenz being horny.

Characters (in order of appearance): Stu Macher, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Vincent Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Michael Myers, Herbert West.

Stu Macher is also a napper. Maybe not to the extent that you are but honestly he's getting pretty close. He likes to hang out in your room while you nap, looking through all of your trinkets and shit, he’ll wake you up if he finds something particularly interesting or confusing, or if he gets bored enough.

You have a very strict schedule, pre-dewalling, you didn't have much time for naps. But when you did, Brahms would sit and watch you through little holes in the wall, maybe even dozing off for a bit with you. After he's come out, he’ll cuddle up with you, whether he's actually sleeping or not is a mystery but you don't mind the company. In a way, to him, it feels like a good deviation from the schedule he's stuck to for his entire life.

No, Billy will never let you sleep. Horny bastard. He will lay behind you and for a split second you think he's decided to have a peaceful afternoon nap but then he starts rutting against you and you realize that no, he's just horny again. (I mean if you don't mind just let him go to town and then convince him in his satisfied haze to take a nap but that's up to you).

Vincent is also a nap taker. Look at him and tell me he doesn't take a good nap. Plus his sleep schedule is so far outta wack he’d really appreciate it if you sometime would ask him to join you for a nap. If he comes home and you're already asleep he's definitely joining you. If he wakes up before you or isn't tired he'll sit with you, draw or make tiny wax figures, all in your general vicinity so he can still be with you without waking you up.

Billy is a bitch, truly and honestly. He will not let you rest, he will sneak into your room and intentionally slam the door or window he came through, or stomp around your room or “accidentally” drop something heavy on the floor until you wake up. He a dick, we know this. But if he decides he wants to nap with you he has to havd absolute silence.

Michael Myers should definitely take more naps, but as he is not it's not going to happen. He will watch you nap though, usually from the doorway or the corner of your room. If he's feeling particularly clingy that day he’ll sit next to you, maybe he'll talk to you a bit, his voice quieter than normal, telling you about his day, or anything interesting he'd found about his victims, really just letting himself ramble while you slept.

Don't fall asleep in his lab he will take blood samples from you. He’ll call Dan to come and get you but the moment Dan tries to pick/wake you up he tells him to leave. You have woken up to random body parts, both human and animal, just sitting in a tray next to you (you're in his space but he doesn't want you to leave but he still needs his space). He might, might nap with you on occasion, but neither of you must ever speak of it afterwards.

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[i-arch-my-backula]

Okay, but hear me out. The slashers s/o has never seen snow before because where they used to live was like a straight desert.

I just think it'll be so cute because they'll be wanting to any and every snow activity (sledding, snow ball fights, snowman's, ice skating, trying to make an igloos like they seen on TV, etc) but will have to go inside every 20 minutes because they aren't used to the cold.

Ok this is so adorable and I love this idea so much that I had to write it so fucking fast. I live in the midwest so we get our fair share of snow so I've always grown up around it. But this idea is so cute I love it so much. I also have a work on snowball fights with slashers that I linked on this.

Slashers with an s/o who has never seen snow before

Includes: Michael Myers, Corey Cunningham, Poly Herbert West and Dan Cain, and Hannigrahm

Warnings: Michael is kinda mean

Michael Myers

Michael isn't going to help you with anything. I'm sorry, but he will watch. Also will probably throw snowballs at you when you're not expecting it.

If he sees you hesitating to go down a hill in a sled he's going to push you down it and laugh to himself while you slide down the hill screaming.

If you make a snow man he's not going to be mean and destroy it. he's probably just gonna mess with it a bit. Like make it frown or cover it in blood.

Will put snow on any exposed skin he can find on you I'm not joking. You'll be making a snow angle one minute and the next Michael is pelting your face with snow. Might put snow if your gloves too because he's mean.

Will refuse to ice skate with you but will happily watch, not matter if you're good or bad at it he's just happy you're having fun in his little Michael way.

If you ask him to cuddle with you inside to help warm you up then he'll just sit on the couch as you cuddle up against him. Might just wrap an arm around you at the most.

Corey Cunningham

He's going to be laughing at you a little when he sees you getting so hyped over it snowing.

When you insist on playing out in the snow with him he's going to explain all of the things you need to put on to play in the snow, but he'll end up just going out and playing with you anyway.

I feel like he had some kind of sled from when he was a kid so he'll happily go sledding with you. Will probably not wanna join on the sled with you so you can fully enjoy going fast on the sled.

He's going to suck at making a snow man but will try to help you make one the best that he can.

He sucks at ice skating too so you'll have to help him stand up while he does it. He'll fall down a lot and probably bring you with him.

He's going to find it so funny you can only stay outside for 20 minute periods. He'll laugh to himself as he helps heat you up inside.

Herbert West and Dan Cain

Dan is so happy to join you out in the snow and make whatever you wanna make. While Herbert is wrapped up in ten layers and watching from the porch.

Dan will help you make a snow man and Herbert will probably come over and just order you around while not really adding anything until it's time for the details or smoothing over the snow.

Herbert won't really join in on the snowball fight unless you or Dan hit's him with one, then it's fucking on.

I feel like they would rather push you in your sled down the hill than join you on it. They just want to see you happy Y/n.

Dan will convince Herbert to go ice skating with the two of you and he will be surprisingly good at it. Dan's going to fall on his ass a lot but that's ok because he'll laugh about it every time.

Dan will be the one cuddling you while you try to warm up and Herbert will be making you tea and giving you blankets.

Hannibal Lecter and Will Grahm

Will and Hannibal will be so happy to indulge you in the fun of playing in snow. Like Herbert. Hannibal is mostly watching. He'll be sure to get you the finest winter coat, gloves, hat etc while Will is going to be throwing snow balls at you.

Will is going to help you make the body of a snow man while Hannibal is making the face and arms. Will is going to insist on making a snow dog too and you can't say no to him.

Hannibal will buy you the most amazing sled and take you to a great sledding location. Will is going to join you in sledding and Hannibal is going to wait at the bottom for you two.

Will sucks at ice skating but Hannibal doesn't. He's gonna pull so many fancy European moves while Will falls on his fucking ass for the 12th time that day.

Both will happily cuddle you warm again after all of that fun.

[xsevenwondersx]

You're alive.....it worked

Herbert west x Reanimated!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[living-dead-author]

Herbert West and Dan Cain NSFW masterlist

Kinktober 2024: Medical play

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

For science! 💉🫀

Part 2

Pairing: Vilrgin!Herbert West x reader

Warnings: reader is gn but they have a vag, smut, loss of virginity

An: I've been in love with re-animator lately so here's my first Herbert West fic enjoy!

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Herbert West was a man of science. Herbert West was also a very curious man. And his curiosity led him to you, his best friend, on top of him topless. 

Lets rewind a little, leaving with Dan Cain had brought out questions that Herbert had buried deep down, he had thought about a few times, what was so great about being physically intimate with another person?

That question had brought him to you. At first you were taken aback, yes of course Herbert was a very attractive man but he was your best friend. As you thought about it more you realized that you love Herbert more then a friend. But to him this was all an experiment, and even if this wasn't your ideal situation to be with him but you'd be an idiot to pass up on the offer to be his first.

And now here you both were, you topless and Herberts tie somware on the floor as you kissed along his neck and jawline. Herbert stuttered in to the recorder "I-i am now informing my p-partner that they can b-begin to remove my shirt." your cue to start undoing the buttons on his shirt, when your hands went lower you heard Herbert gasp. "You okay Herbert?" You look up and see his face reder than a tomato, and he was sweating like a hooker in church. And you had barley touched him. 

Herbert nodded "Y-yes..." He took a deep breath before speaking in to the recorder again. "...my p-partner can now begin removing the rest of their clothing and I will remove the rest of mine." You got off of him and begin removing your pants and underwear throwing them every which way. When you were done you saw Herbert fully undressed as well the only thing remaining was his glasses.

You smiled and came closer and put your arms around his shoulders and leaned in and kissed him gently in the lips, you slowly backed him up until his knees hit the bed frame. You pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him sitting on his thighs. You kissed up his chest to his neck then finally reaching his lips. You felt his hard length hit your inner thigh. You practically moaned in to his mouth.  You moved your hand from his shoulders down his chest to his length. As you grabed his length and began pumping slowly, Herbert moaned and it was like music to your ears. You hear his breathing pick up and he stuttered out "ugh I wanna be in side you p-please"

 you moved up and lined his length up with your hole and you slowly sank down feeling him stretch you out. Herbert wasn't just thick inm the pelvic region he was also quite big. "Holy fuck your big!" You moaned as you closed your eyes once he was fully inside you. You say there for a few moments getting used to his size and girth. When you opened your eyes you looked in to Herberts eye and saw total lust and love. That encouraged you to begin to lift your hips until only the head of his cock was still inside you, then you sank back down on his cock he moaned louder. His hands shot to your hips his fingers digging in to your hips. You lifted your hips again and sank back down and repeated this as you found a rhythm. Once you found that rhythm you went faster. You noted the recorder was now long gone. You and Herbert were both moaning messes at this point, the latter how ever being more of a mess. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, you grabbed one of Herberts hands and brought it down to your clit Herbert in his lust filled haze had understood your ask of him, he began rubbing fast tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. The coil in your stomach tighted more, "fuck I'm gonna cum!" Herberts thumb moved faster on your clit, and your hips moved faster up and down faster until the coil snapped and you came with a loud moan "HERBERT!" You collapsed on Herbert as he kept pounding in to you from below. Herbert wasn't to far behind you as he came with the moan of your name. He collapsed in the bed breathing heavily.

The only soud to be heard from earlier of you for a solid few minutes was very heavy breathing both of you laying there with Herberts softening cock still burned deep inside you. "Can you stay here for the night?" Herbert whispered so softly as if he didn't want you to hear. You lefted your head form his chest and mumbled a equally quiet "Yes" before you kissed his lips softly before removing him from you with a slight hiss from both of you. You lied down next to Herbert in his bed. Herbert got up and grabbed his comforter of the floor and covered you with it before climbing in to bed with you again, you lied your head on his bear chest and slowly began to drift into sleep. Right before sleep took over you felt Herbert kiss the top of your head and you heard him whispering something that almost sounded like "I love you"

Wow there is going to be a lot to talk about in the morning but for now you just enjoyed this softer side to Dr. Herbert West, but two questions still remained... One What had I forgotten? and two Was this all really just for science? 

[one-annon]

hi I'm annon!!

I started tumblr as a artist but I guess I'm moving onto my writing too - I ask you to please be patient because I'm new to writing x readers n such but I will try my best!!

it's been quite a while since I wrote but I can do like 1k to 2k? longer than that might be a little hard for me (｀□´) my current hyperfixation; saw series!

next movie on my list; silence of the lambs!

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sawyer family (including the game characters!) - texas chainsaw massacre

hewitt family - texas chainsaw masscre remake

jason voorhees - friday the 13th series

michael myers (og and rz) - halloween series

laurie strode/angel myers (og and rz) - halloween series

billy lenz - black christmas 1974 (i will do 2006 version but mostly the 1974 version)

brahms heelshire - the boy

carrie white (and friends) - carrie (og and remakes)

scream team (billy, stu, randy, etc) - scream series (ive only seen 1 and 2 but im making my way through)

harry warden - my bloody valentine (og and remake)

sinclair brothers - house of wax

firefly family - house of 1000 corpses trilogy

dbd characters - dead by daylight

saw characters - any movie! this includes the scott tibbs documentary and saw .5!

herbert west and dan cain - reanimator

patrick bateman - american psycho

anyone else you can think of! I'll try my best to learn the character :) these are just everyone I can think of at the moment! I'll do killers and survivors but I know people are more obsessive over the killers lmao

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anything really..I don't have too many boundaries. I can do anything from hcs, scenarios (i.e. how would ____ react to ____?), smut, fluff, angst...the whole works

and even if you're willing to rant to me about your ocs I could whip up a oc x canon story! :)

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really not a lot to add here? maybe like...toilet related stuff for nsfw..

just the usuals - no incest (MAYBE for the sawyers since they are canonically inbred but its very situational), p3dophilia, b3astiality, etc etc

MASTERLIST!

GENERAL TAGS; #MANN GEGEN MANN! ➸ OOC/ANNON (also used for my rp blogs!) ↪ mann gegen mann - rammstein

#AND I KNOW WHY YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY MOTH MAN ➸ annons moths ↪ moth man - dirty bynum

#SEARCHIN! SEEK AND DESTROY! ➸ annons art ↪ seek & destroy - metallica

FANDOM TAGS;

#game over! ➸ saw writes ↪ jigsaw, apprentices

#its a scream baby! ➸ scream writes ↪ stu macher

#you fudgepackers'll be the death of me yet! ➸ TCM writes ↪ drayton sawyer

#hey paul! ➸ american psycho writes ↪ patrick bateman

#hes dead?/not anymore... ➸ reanimator writes ↪ dan cain/herbert west

WRITING TAGS;

#HEY HEY HEY HEY! HEY STOOPID! ➸ annon writes ↪ hey stoopid! - alice cooper

#I WASNT EVEN A BILL I WAS JUST AN IDEA ➸ annons hcs ↪ im just a bill - school house rock (cover by deluxx folk implosion) #keeping our eyes close to whats going on on the screen ➸ angst writes ↪ slumber - sløtface

#ive got to have faith faith faith ➸ hurt with comfort writes ↪ faith - george michael (and cover by limp bizkit)

#quit actin like a bitch and makin up excuses ➸ hurt with no comfort ↪ i wish i was a riot grrrl - destructo disk

#call me on the line call me anytime ➸ fluff writes ↪ call me - blondie

#rein raus rein raus ➸ smut writes ↪ rein raus - rammstein

#so much for the golden future i cant even start ➸ annons drabbles ↪ breaking the law - judas priest

yeah! thats kinda it! I'll try to reply and write out requests as fast as I can

credit to; @strangergraphics for the awesome dividers!

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@ᴡʀ4ᴛʜ-ᴏꜰ-ᴛʜᴇ-ɢᴏᴅꜱ @ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ-ᴛᴡɪɴꜱ @zippyzep @jigsaws-disciples