#dan cain x herbert west

[reaninateor]

dan. control yourself

[awkspirit]

Kitty Herbert and doggy Dan and some doodles

[emomoth21]

screaming, crying, throwing up because Dan would never just abandon Herbert and let him go to jail?

Herbert who dragged Dan to safety after he had gotten stabbed in Peru?

Herbert who made an entirely new being with Megs heart just to keep Dan around?

Herbert who is constantly putting his hands on Dan even when its absolutely not necessary?

Herbert who craddled Dan while he was in shock?

and don't get me started with Dan just being the clingy, needy, pathetic man he is for Herbert

Dan who went to check on Herbert after losing Meg during the massacre?

Dan who literally chose Herbert and the work OVER Meg, his fiance?

Dan who helped Herbert with injecting reagent when he absolutely could've said fuck no?

Dan who helped Herbert with his work immediately EVEN AFTER WHAT HERBERT DID TO RUFUS??

look I'm not saying they're perfect or even healthy, but they are absolutely obsessed with each other and I refuse to believe Dan wouldn't go digging through the rubble until his nails were bleeding to find his partner. He needs Herbert just as much as Herbert needs Dan, they are codependent and messy and that's part of what makes them so beautiful and you can't change my mind.

[coreofmyfruits]

Comatose

★ Herbert West × Dan Cain

Warnings: gay cuddling session, homos...

Summary: Hebert isn't too fond of cuddling but getting to hear Dan's heart beat pounding under his ear is captivating, a constant reminder that Dan is alive. This is enough to make Hebert cling to him like an ape.

Note(s): Herbert Dan cuddle session now!

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“Herbert?” The sound of the basement door cracking open snaps Herbert’s eyes from where they land In front of him. “Herbert, it's almost 1am- you have to at least get some sleep…” Only 1am? That's two hours earlier than last night when Dan had tried to get him to come upstairs and go to sleep. Herbert concludes that not responding to Dan's pleas is better than taking his focus more off his work. “Herbert-”

This time he actually snaps his head up from his work to see Dan standing right next to him. When did he get so close? Had he not heard him? His glasses slide down his nose he feels his partner push them back up for him. Now he feels inclined to respond, the look Dan is giving him makes him feel guilty. “Dan you know how little sleep means to me-” his partner's face sags into an even more pleading look, a kicked dog Dan looks like a kicked dog. Herbert signs, snaps his gloves off and sheds himself of his lab coat. Dan instantly perks up like he's won a race or got his favorite treat after doing a trick. “Don't make me second guess Dan.”

Dan's face only falters slightly but he still wears triumph unapologetically. “My room?” Herbert gives him a look. “Ok- your room it is then…” Herbert shifts on his feet and looks to the ground avoiding Dan's gaze. His partner doesn't say anything but turns around and they both head upstairs.

Herbert follows Dan into not his own room but to Dan's. He's thankful for Dan's perceptive nature because he can't let Dan know that he likes sharing a bed with him, that would be too embarrassing. Oh and his own bed is too small for two people.

He watches as his partner sheds his shirt so he's only in a tank top and his pajama bottoms. The bottoms being lined with dogs in funny hats- Herbert wants to comment on Dan's stupid choice in pants but he can't because he bought them for Dan and he's just as at fault.

Dan turns to Hebert seeing that he is still in his button up, tie and black slacks. He hasn't even taken off his shoes. He rolls his eyes making his way over to his boyfriend. “Herb-” Herbert gives him a glare and Dan just smiles.

Herbert doesn't stop Dan from lacing his fingers around his tie and instead relaxes into his touch and slight tugging. He loves when Dan does this, taking care of him. Soon Dan goes to start unbuttoning his shirt and Herbert takes Dan's wrist and has to pry him away from his collar. “Thanks Dan, you've done enough.” He starts to shed himself of his shirt; he doesn't miss Dan's hazed look of admiration as he rids himself of his clothes.

He's only left in his undershirt and boxers and by that point both of them decide it's time to close in for the night. Getting under the covers, Hebert goes to turn off his lamp next to him. Dan beats him to it reaching across from where Herbert lays; he clicks the lamp off bringing his arm back to himself. He stops midway and in a lazy haze and chuckles to himself. Herbert furrows his eyebrows at him. He goes to open his mouth in question but his partner reaches his hand up and plucks the frames from his face, Oh. “You left your glasses on.” His eyebrows immediately unfurrow and he gives Dan a nod in understanding.

He lays there as Dan turns off his own lamp. In a still corpse like position he closes his eyes in hopes he will catch some Z’s. He knows it's futile but he does it to comfort his half awake partner beside him. He's rigid and cold, the blankets do nothing to help, he doesn't move though.

The bed dips in weight next to him and he doesn't care enough to shift his attention anymore towards it. He's about to go back to being cold and rigid for even longer when an arm wraps around his head sliding down to his shoulder. “Dan?”

He doesn't respond, only moving Herbert to rest his head onto his chest, right over his heart. Dan's had this idea since he and Herbert first started sleeping in the same bed occasionally. He thought it would help Herbert sleep if he could listen to something other than his own thoughts. He thought his heartbeat would be a good contender.

Herbert lies there stiff but only for a couple of seconds he wants to ask questions bombard Dan with accusations but he finds himself unable to, because the rhythmic thudding in his right ear silences any plotting he had previously. Dan's heartbeat.

It captivates him as he relaxes into its sound. He counts its beats and he soon finds it to be the only thing he wants to hear for the rest of his life, for the rest of the life he and Dan share together. He wonders if Dan would like to hear his heartbeat. He throws that thought away immediately because his own heartbeat is too erratic and the fact that his blood stream is mixed with the reagent won't help in its beating.

The stiff position at which he was first brought into Dan's side melts away and he finds himself latching onto Dan like his own life depends on it. He finds himself modeling into Dan as if he sticks to him enough he'll be able to never let go and maybe then their heartbeats will sing together.

Dan lets his boyfriend cling to him in a new found bonding likeness and he finds himself wishing they could stay like this forever, he knows his heartbeat has picked up pace and he knows Herbert would have to have noticed by now. He hopes he has. Dan finds himself bringing his hand up, the same one he used to pull Herbert over, and place it onto Herbert’s bicep tracing up and down his thumb into the skin. He tries to match it to his own heartbeat because he thinks it'll help sooth Herbert and he finds it does because he looks down and is delighted to see that his boyfriends breathing has shallowed out and little mumbles started to pour out his lips. Dan finds triumph in Hebert sleeping soundly because of his efforts. He wants to burn this image into the back of his eyelids so he can look at it Every Time he closes his eyes to sleep. He'll have to pitch the idea to Herbert sometime.

Struggling to keep his eyes open any longer he lets them flutter closed on their own, slipping into a soft sleep himself. He doesn't worry about work in the morning because he knows he'll sleep like a dog tonight. Herbert’s weight over him secures him in place and his slight mumbling lulls him to sleep.

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I love when gay people have hobbies!

[veryferaldistributions]

(I have this headcanon that Dan loves “Weird Science,” but Herbert hates it because of its “inaccuracies.” Yet, somehow, Dan always gets his way on movie night. And eventually they bicker about it.)

Herbert: “You’ve made me watch ‘Weird Science’ fifteen times! I don’t even like it!”

Dan: “That’s insane! You love ‘Weird Science!’ You’ve seen it fifteen times!”

[ryosakira]

[science-isnt-morbid]

Trapped

Pairing: Dan Cain/Herbert West

Warnings: Lots of Kissing, Slight Dub-Con, Mild Frottage

Word Count: 2,177

Read on AO3

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Reaching to push up his glasses and rub at the bridge of his nose, Herbert sighed. He'd been working in the basement without stop for the better part of two days now, only occasionally interrupted by Dan coming down to insist he eat something.

Herbert glanced over at the still-uneaten sandwich sitting on a plate at the end of his desk. It really didn't seem like the right time for such a thing, but, he reasoned, he argued the same for most activities, so perhaps his priorities were a bit skewed.

He adjusted his glasses and stood up, stretching his back for a moment as he looked back over at all his notes spread out across the desk. Surely, with all the notes compiled, he was ready to start on that new experiment, then?

He walked around to the exam table laid out in front of the desk; it was empty, clear, and ready to start anew.

He turned, letting himself lean back against the table as he stared towards the supply closet and ran a quick check of their inventory supply. He likely needed to replenish their peroxide stash, but otherwise, he should be fine to start without too much delay.

He figured Dan would be happier not needing to take on a more daunting task this time around. Plus, it was less complaining for Herbert to have to listen to, as well.

Satisfied, he reached up to adjust his glasses again, only to find his hand hadn't budged.

He looked down, only to see his wrist clearly bound in the strap on the end of the table. Confused as to how that could have happened, he reached to undo it, only to realize he couldn't move his other hand, either. He shifted to his left to see his other wrist was now bound, too.

Well, he thought, that's peculiar.

"Having a little trouble there?"

Herbert snapped his head up, instantly meeting his roommate's gaze. Dan stood in front of him, leaning back against the supply cabinet he'd just been taking stock of, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression disinterested and bored.

Herbert blinked, feeling confused. When had Dan come downstairs? He was never quiet enough to slip past Herbert before, so how did he manage it this time?

Herbert rolled his eyes, annoyed with his own thoughts. It wasn't like something like that even mattered right now.

"Dan, remove these straps," he ordered. He looked away, trying not to feel ashamed at how stupid this must make him look. "Not sure how I managed to get stuck in them," he added in a mumble.

Dan didn't move. Or rather, Herbert didn't hear him move. But when he hadn't noticed any response and turned back to ask what was taking him so long, he was met with Dan standing directly in front of him.

The light from his nearby desk lamp illuminated Dan's face in an odd way from this angle, like he was emerging from the shadows, only so much of him visible. Or maybe it was because of the height difference. Herbert reflexively leaned away.

His roommate's closeness made him swallow around the dryness settling in his mouth. He felt uncomfortable, but he had no interest in thinking about why. Not while Dan was standing right there.

It was definitely just the height difference, right?

Regardless, it seemed overly dramatic for the moment, and Herbert wasn't sure why it seemed to be giving him an odd chill across the back of his neck.

Herbert glanced down, seeing Dan was now standing practically knee-to-knee with him. Well, that was another thing he really shouldn't think about for too long.

"Uhh, Dan...?" was all he had gotten out before Dan had reached out a hand, grasping his chin and forcing him to look up and meet his gaze again.

Herbert's mind seemed to come to a complete stop at the action.

Just what on earth was happening right now?

He tried to put together the order of events, but his mind just wouldn't focus. All it supplied to him was that Dan's hand felt very warm against his skin. He wasn't really sure what to do with that information.

Before any other thought could form, Dan imperceptibly smiled and leaned in. Herbert's eyes widened as their lips quickly met.

Soft and weirdly gentle, Dan had kissed him. Was still kissing him.

Why was he doing that?

Dan's lips were so soft. Were lips usually this soft? Herbert's eyes fluttered closed as he found he didn't care, letting himself sink into the feeling as Dan started to lean further into him, hand still firmly holding his chin in place.

He could feel Dan push against his chest with his other hand just slightly before letting go. Herbert hardly budged backward against the table, the edge of the uncomfortable metal now rubbing against the back of his thighs.

Dan tilted his head, quickly redirecting Herbert's waning attention back onto the ongoing kiss.

Their noses bumped together and Herbert shivered as Dan let out a quiet laugh against his lips.

Was this meant to be funny?

Herbert tried to pull back, suddenly weirdly aware of how impractical this was. Why was Dan doing this? Why wasn't Herbert telling him to stop?

But Dan held his chin firm and his other hand grabbed at his shirt, holding him solidly in place.

The big hands made their way up to cup his face, giving him no time to think or breathe. They started to slide back and grazed gently over his ears, and into his hair, and then down his neck.

Herbert gasped over Dan's mouth as his hands began to dip down and spread along his collarbone.

Herbert reflexively tried to move his hands again, but he was still trapped.

He swallowed, and tried to use the barest gap between them to suck in a quick breath, only for Dan to lick over his lips and then directly into his mouth. He squirmed at the new sensation.

It felt warm and disgusting, but he found something so tantalizing about it. He wasn't sure what.

The warmth was overwhelming and seemed to spread through his body the longer Dan kept at it, making small hums and noises into his mouth that went straight to Herbert's brain like a soothing massage.

He tried to push his tongue back at Dan's, unsure how to return the motion. Managing to lick back, he was surprised to find Dan relenting instantly, granting Herbert access to enter his mouth, wet and warm and disgusting in turn.

Before he could identify the taste now on his tongue, Dan grabbed at the back of his neck, pulling him forward and urging him deeper.

The roughness stirred something in him that he couldn't name. He flexed his hands impatiently at his sides.

Herbert desperately wanted to touch Dan. Just, anywhere, at all.

He whined - actually whined like a damn dog - into Dan's mouth, and jostled his legs just slightly, moving forward just enough to rub against him, to get his attention.

Dan didn't stop, though. He just tilted his head the other way again, deepening the kiss, humming into him again, sending pleasure to his brain while the sloppy and wet noises that echoed out reverberated in the dark room around them.

Herbert pulled at his restraints.

This was unfair. It felt like torture, being unable to do what he wanted to Dan in return.

Dan bit Herbert's lower lip, and Herbert gasped, his mind back to Dan and only Dan. He felt as Dan let his hand drift down Herbert's abdomen and into his lap, and it took a single touch for Herbert to jolt back, trying to move away again as far as he can.

Dan stood over him, not backing away, but not touching him anymore. Just waiting.

Herbert gulped, feeling out of breathe and far too exposed right now.

It wasn't like he didn't want this. He wouldn't lie to himself about that. His mind seemed foggy about the details but he was sure he wanted this.

But he also wanted to touch Dan, the same way Dan had been touching him. But he couldn't do any of that properly while he was still restrained.

Frustrated, he sighed with irritation.

"Dan, please," he tried, feeling ridiculous, "undo these restraints."

But Dan just laughed, in a slightly sickening way that made Herbert's blood run cold. He could suddenly feel the chill of the basement and his own sweat cooling on his skin as he looked up to meet Dan's gaze.

Dan looked smug. His hand returned to Herbert's collar, and he slowly - agonizingly - moved it up his neck, cradling and tilting his head in his hand, soft and gentle as earlier, just before he roughly grabbed Herbert's chin and tilted it up as he leaned down, only to move past his face to speak right into his ear.

"No."

He spoke it in a whisper, almost sensual, so that Herbert shook with the shiver running through him.

He grimaced, still feeling desperate. He just wanted to touch him, why didn't Dan understand that?

"But," he tried again, pulling at the restraints to make his point. "I want to-- I want to touch you. I can't touch you if I can't move my--"

Dan grabbed his chin roughly again and leaned back just enough to look him directly in the eye.

"Oh, Herbert..." Dan's voice sounded so calm and soft compared to his harsh touch. "Now why would you think you could ever reach me?"

Herbert blinked, confused again.

"What?"

What did that mean? Reach him? He could reach him just fine if Dan would just let him! He tried to yank his hands free again, but it still didn't work.

Dan laughed again, dropping his hand from Herbert's face, stepping back and watching Herbert struggle.

He didn't understand what happened. Why did Dan kiss him in the first place? What was the point? Why was he torturing him like this? Was this all some big joke to him?

"I can still do whatever you want, though."

Herbert paused, glancing back up at Dan. He still looked smug, like he was the one in full control here. Herbert...didn't like that. It felt wrong.

Herbert glared at him.

"What I want is for you to let me go! Get me out of these straps!"

Dan smiled.

"I can't do that, Herb," he tells him, his voice sounding so oddly sincere. "I'm not the one who put them on you."

Why did that matter? Herbert's mind was racing. None of this made any sense, and all he wanted was to touch Dan. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn't he just have what he wanted??

His gaze flicked down to Dan's hands, resting patiently, unmoving at Dan's sides. Just inches away from him. He wasn't touching him, but he wanted him to.

But Herbert couldn't reach him. He couldn't force Dan to do anything.

It dawned on him then, cold and harsh.

This wasn't something he was allowed to have.

Dan slotted his knee in-between Herbert's legs, knocking his attention right back to Dan.

He was smirking at him again.

The slightest movement, rubbing against him, and Dan's hands were on him again, moving up his neck. Herbert felt awful and delighted at the same time.

He wasn't allowed to have this.

"This is what you want," Dan told him, leaning back down to kiss him.

It was so soft again. He didn't deserve Dan's softness. He'd not done anything to earn this.

He tried to pull away, begging,

"What? No. Dan, I'm... I'm not--"

"Yes, you are," Dan replied coolly. "And that's fine. It's not like I'll ever find out."

Dan smirked then and leaned back to give Herbert a clear view as he reached down to Herbert's lap. At the feeling of his large hands right over Herbert's clothed dick, impossibly warm, overwhelmingly so, Herbert jolted awake, sputtering and gasping grossly.

He sat up, realizing he'd been slumped over his desk. He was noticably covered in sweat, and the basement around him felt weirdly warm. He slowly became more aware of his surroundings and looked around in the dark room.

His gaze dropped to his right to see his sleeve had gotten caught on the end of the metal container he'd been storing recent samples in. Trying to ignore the implications, he quickly tugged his sleeve free with a huff.

That was when he noticed he had...was still having...a bit of a physical reaction to that dream. Or was it a nightmare? Whatever it was, it had apparently left him hard, and he sighed, hating how ridiculous and unnecessary this all was.

He stood up, feeling gross in more ways than one, and adamantly refused to think about the meaning behind any of it.

What possible meaning could there be to dreams anyway? This hadn't meant anything. It couldn't have.

He sighed and stomped his way upstairs to...not think about it.

[themedievaldead]

I love you valentimes day i love you the colors pink and red i love you LOVE heart heart heart smile emoji hug emoji

[grrbrainsorwhatever]

Just call me the reanimator

[theoldkyokodied]

Hey, think fast (throws even more danbert doodles at your face)

Edit: DISCLAIMER: Before you decide to watch Re-Animator, make  sure to check for content warnings, there is a scene that a lot of  people choose to skip!

[sconfittoleone]

is it something?

[reaninateor]

ogno bogno

[emomoth21]

Does anyone else think about Dan and Herbert in Peru?

I know it was kind of a throwaway part of the movie but I wonder how much it affected them and what they witnessed there

I wonder if that’s part of why Dan is so distant and almost cold? He consistently has a 1000 yard stare throughout Bride of reanimator, makes me wonder how it fucked with him

Sure he’s got plenty of trauma aside from that but idk I think a lot about what could’ve happened to them out there other than yknow, Dan getting stabbed and Herbert dragging him away

[evilvalentin3]

🫀 based on that one scene in bride 🫀

[violet-ram]

ive never seen an episode of iasip (i plan to) but literally some screencaps are sooooo danbert

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image used under the cut

[s0ftpining]

idk what to say about this. they're in love with each other