#Reanimator

[starsundermyflesh]

i feel that herbert is mischaracterized a lot as very stern and seriouse (and i admit i get sucked into this too in art/fics i make cus its easy to go overboard with the stereotypes) when in reality he is a freak ass ragebaiter who makes terrible puns at the worst moments and is also so pathetic and petty and always looks like a frightened small animal or a pouty twink. we dont give him enough credit for how sassy and just fucking hilarious and insane he is

edit: HE IS SERIOUS ABOUT STUFF and especially in his own head, just not the broody completely stone cold serious.

[someghoulnamedponi]

Herbert East mentioned 💖

Bios for my Monster High x ReAnimator AU :3

and a little resume of what all my au is about:

[wishfulsketching]

Re-Animator in a nutshell?

[miyabau]

hi!! my friend and i are looking to organize a reanimator fanzine... if anyone is interested in participating or even just supporting you can find our info @reanimatorzine ! ☺️ ty for your time!

[causticowboy]

(mixed textile and embroidery)

reanimator (1985) • cat dead, details later

[hubriswest]

big dog dan [requested by @transgoodman]

[cl0nch3d]

happy gay yaoi day here are my gay yaois

[rockyhorrorfreakshow]

No homo

[tina-pep3]

Boys night :)

[queerolddad]

Herbert is diversifying his Reagent intake…

I finished this on my first ever Twitch stream last night and I hope to spend more time over there doing my silly little drawings :)

[melioricism]

Yet another @niconiizura ReAni commission, this time a spin on The Most Bisexual Picture On Earth, You Know The One

[skrunklyprisonprincess]

[starsundermyflesh]

For danbert falling in love

Dan would deny it and be having a whole crisis and going insane and tearing his hair out

Herbert knows himself well. He knows hes gay. He knows he is in love with Dan. He doesnt care. He knows Dan is straight and will not pursue it, he just has to live with it as a fact of life; he loves Dan and Dan will never love him. All he can do is at least make Dan dependent and attatched to him, because thats love in a way too, isn't it? As long as Dan wont leave him. Whatever is takes.

[rathonk]

reani doodles before I go eat

[godlizzza]

If you still enjoy doing reanimator fics then could we perhaps get another serving of bottom Dan?

"Come on, please?"

Dan heard the whine in his own voice and winced, his chagrin building when Herbert glanced over his shoulder to look at him incredulously.

"Dan," Herbert said, never once pausing in his task of scrubbing down his medical tools. Why he insisted doing this in the kitchen sink was a mystery to Dan, though it did give him the sight of Herbert in an apron and pink rubber gloves, so he supposed he could excuse it. "Do you not see how incredibly degrading it is to beg someone to have sex with you?"

Dan crossed his arms over his chest and glared off to the side, trying his best to ignore the sting in his cheeks. "Yeah, well, I shouldn't have to beg," he grumbled.

Never before in any of his past relationships had he needed to accept the table scraps of physical intimacy offered to him like he did with Herbert. A combination of his obsession with everything encased within rotting flesh and a low sex drive meant Dan had to turn to his hand more often than not when the mood struck him. Which was, unfortunately, far more frequently than it did for Herbert.

But he had needs that he thought having a kind-of-boyfriend ought to be fulfilling every now and then, and it had been a particularly long dry spell between now and their last encounter. So, yes, he may have been feeling needy enough to resort to begging for cock.

Herbert continued to look unimpressed while he dripped soapy suds onto the tiled floor. "Then just ask me like a normal person."

There was nothing normal about turning to your partner, cap in hand like some starving Victorian orphan, but Dan didn't think Herbert would see it that way, so he sighed and dragged his gaze off the floor.

"Fine. Herbert, would you...go to bed with me?"

Dan couldn't help but cringe. There was no natural way to formally invite someone to have sex, or if there was, he'd yet to discover it. Normally, he'd sidle up from behind, shuffle in close, slide his hands up and down their body and whisper into their ear, but this was not a normal relationship. This was Herbert.

Herbert, who peeled his sopping gloves off and tossed them down on the kitchen counter. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it? Yes, I will. After I put those livers in the fridge."

He breezed past Dan, who closed his eyes and sighed. Somehow, he just knew Herbert didn't mean chicken livers.

"You're always so noisy," Herbert commented behind him, his voice coming out only a little strained.

Dan responded by moaning into the pillow he had his arms curled around. It was easier than trying to formulate words with Herbert crowded between his legs, holding his hips and steadily pounding his ass with all the precision he used to slice bodies apart. It was easy for Dan to match his rhythm, rocking back on his knees to meet Herbert's thrusts, taking him deeper and harder.

"Sorry," Dan hissed, his voice coming out strangled. "Maybe you should- shit -put a gag on me next time."

"Hmm." Herbert's thumbs rubbed circles into his tender hipbones as he seemed to consider Dan's words. "A fine idea. Though I'd be tempted to- mm -use it outside of the bedroom."

Dan would've been annoyed with them had the positions been anything but what they were. Alas, he was on all fours, facing the headboard that was steadily slapping against the wall and making him fear for the frail plaster, spread open and eager for Herbert's cock. So, he let it slide, instead reaching beneath his own stomach to grasp his weeping cock.

Part of him wanted to keep going all night, never wanting this to end. He thought about turning around, throwing Herbert down on his back and riding him until his thighs gave out. He thought about Herbert coming in him, then fucking him again and again until he was leaking Herbert's spend from his abused hole like some back-alley whore. He thought about flipping onto his back so they could do it missionary, the two of them being soft and sweet, Herbert touching him with a tenderness he reserved for dead bodies, their eyes staying locked together while they made love. He thought about all of this and shivered, desire spiking through him like a lance.

He thought of it and dismissed it because he'd been itching to roll around beneath the sheets for weeks now and he was more than a little pent-up. That horny, animalistic part of his brain that reared his savage head and had him feeling the urge to sink his teeth into a leather bit every time he watched Herber take off his pants for bed, exposing the creamy skin of his legs told him he needed to get off right the fuck now.

So, Dan bit at the pillow while he jerked himself off, arching his back more and rutting against the bed, meeting Herbert's cock with every thrust. He let out a long string of curses into the drool-soaked pillowcase as the head of Herbert's cock nailed that sweet spot inside him that had his toes curling.

"Fuck," he whined as Herbert picked up the pace, barreling into him with abandon. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck-"

"That's good, Danny," Herbert whispered above him, running a hand between Dan's sweaty shoulder blades. "That's good."

A ripple of pleasure coursed down Dan's spine, landing in the pit of his stomach. God, he loved when Herbert talked to him like that- touched him like that. Like Dan was precious and desirable, something worth Herbert's undivided attention. He knew it was ridiculous to be envious of corpses, but he couldn't help but grow jealous at the ways Herbert would coo over them, scribbling away in his notebook and examining their cold, lifeless bodies. If only Dan could get a scrap of the attention Herbert paid them, he could die a happy man.

After all, nothing quite got him there like Herbert West, particularly when Herbert was fucking him doggy style.

"Herbert," Dan moaned, turning his face enough for his voice not to get trapped in the folds of the pillow. "I need-"

"I know what you need," Herbert snapped, cutting him off. "That's what I'm doing right now. So, come on."

Dan gasped as Herbert curled over him, his hand landing on the back of Dan's head, forcing his face back into the pillow. The drag of his cock, slamming into him so deep and hard had Dan seeing stars. He was vaguely aware that he was, in fact, being rather noisy, but he didn't care. He was too busy getting railed into next Sunday.

When he came, it was with a strangled gasp, his breath catching in his throat and staying lodged there as a bubble before the waves of pleasure tingling across his body ceased and he slumped against the sheets. Herbert followed shortly after, burying himself to the hilt inside Dan and coming with a bitten-off groan. Dan stayed where he was, star-fished out against the mattress, even when Herbert slipped out of him and climbed off the bed. He was aware of Herbert's come trickling out of him, sliding down his inner thighs.

It was kind of nice.

His ears picked up the soft tread of feet, then Herbert's voice from somewhere behind him.

"I think that went quite well," he said in his usual stiff way. "So, what do you want for dinner? Pizza or leftovers?"

Dan huffed a laugh against the pillowcase, his eyes remaining shut. With a happy sigh, he replied, "Pizza. Extra pepperoni."

Like he'd said. Nice.