#herbert x reader x dan

[koshkahhh]

HERBERT WEST👁🫀

Costume Props PT2!!‼️

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

[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 🫣

[bisexual-horror-fan]

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

[joe-spookyy]

dan cain x fem reader headcanons!!!!

- herbert gets jealous

- you die

[decaying-church]

Slasher Nsfw Headcanons

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

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

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

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

Characters: Herbert West, Vincent Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

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

He loves it when you praise him.

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

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

An utterly submissive bottom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Herbert West

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Herbert did not care what Dan heard or saw.

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

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

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

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

Herbert really, really likes oral.

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

He is not immune to pet names.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kinktober 2023

[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.)

[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 (｀□´)

i dont have much else to say about myself! uh, ive been writing for a while now. i also do rps! if youd like to do any rps when the listed characters/movies, feel free to let me know! im also happily spoken for by @wrathofthegodsfrontman <3

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

edgar, miles, and madeline - electric dreams

hal 9000, frank poole, and dave bowman - 2001: a space odyssey

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! :)

also, depending on the media, im open to non horror writes!

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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

#my face is long forgotten my face is not my own ➸ ask games (again, also in my rp blogs!) ↪ am i evil? - diamond head

FANDOM TAGS;

#game over! ➸ saw writes ↪ jigsaw, apprentices

#i speak for the dead ➸ jigsaw legacy au ↪ logan nelson

#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

#love is give not take so im giving you madeline and taking myself away ➸ electric dreams writes ↪ edgar

#im afraid i cant do that dave ➸ space odyssey writes ↪ hal 9000

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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[droogiesanddiscourse]

“I’ll Fake God"

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

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

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

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

Memento Mori. Remember that you will die.

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

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

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

It's not a dream.

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

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

One that Herbert immediately recognized as betrayal.

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

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

Metallic iron and antiseptic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Euthanasia. What a beautiful word.

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

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

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

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

Smashed onto the floor into a million fucking pieces.

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

He wouldn't admit Herbert was right.

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

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

“You're a monster, Herbert."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your clinical death was called at quarter to twelve.

You rose again at midnight.

[living-dead-author]

Herbert West and Dan Cain NSFW masterlist

Kinktober 2024: Medical play

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Herbert West x gender neutral reader

Herbert was busy working in his laboratory when you came in. He was so focused that he didn't even hear the door loudly close behind you. He had what looked like an arm in front of him, and he was attaching it to a body.

"Well, hello there, Mr. Scientist..." You said in a flirtatous tone. Herbert almost jumped when he heard you.

"Jesus, Y/N, can you not knock?" Herbert sighed, putting down the arm.

"Oops, my bad, Mr. West, Didn't mean to interrupt your work." You giggled. Herbert gave you a quick small smile and then turned around, rummaging through the various items on his desk. When the finally found what he was looking for, he turned around slowly and held it up in the air.

"The new serum." He called it. It was a syringe with green liquid, though it looked darker than the ones from before.

"Well, why don't you show me what this serum does?" You asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"But... Dan's not here yet." Herbert complained.

"So? Maybe that makes it... Better." You grinned.

"Yes... Perhaps you're right. You are, after all, way more supportive. And I could go without his useless whining today." Herbert agreed, nodding.

Herbert pointed out the feet of the body. "The feet of a ballerina." He pointed to the legs. "The legs of a stripper." The stomach... "The stomach of an anorexic..."

The arms and hands of a lawyer"

"The head of Dan's patiention"

"And the heart of Dan's dead girlfriend."

"And what made you want to make her?" You asked.

Herbert blushed. "Well... It started out as just an experiment, but... well, I guess I suster get lonely..." He confessed.

"You're kidding. You? Herbert West? Lonely?"

"Listen, Y/N, I do not appreciate the soke. I am human which means I have emotions just like do and although I do not believe in love I still like the feeling of caring for someone and being cared for."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Herbert. I didn't mean it..." You apologized profusely.

"It's alright, Y/N. Please just don't ever belittle my feelings." Herbert sighed, turning back to his experiment.

"If I'm being honest, Herbert, I feel the same way." You told him.

He ignored you.

This poor man was so oblivious, he must've never experienced love during his whole life. You felt bad for him.

"Oh my goodness, take a goddamn hint, Herbert!" You blurted out.

Herbert looked at you with a surprised and confused expression.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"I'm talking about the fact that you never notice the hints I practically throw at you." You explained.

"What hints?"

You rolled your eyes and cupped his face with your hands. "These hints."

Herbert blushed and stared up at you, your eyes locking. You adored him.

"Y/N, are you trying to tell me that you are attracted to me?" Herbert asked. You grinned and nodded your head, getting in front of him and sitting on his lap.

"You know, for someone so smart.. You can be really stupid sometimes." You giggled.

"Well.. I think I could make time for you in my schedule. I must say, I have always found you very attractive, Y/N."

"I know." You winked. "Im not as oblivious as you are." You smirked, moving in and kissing his lips.