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That's my wife!\\Herbert West headcanons.
• You and Herbert have been together for quite sometime. Having met (and eventually falling in love) while studying in Switzerland.
• Dr.Gruber would sit back- a knowing look on his face- and watch the two of you debate argue.
• He once chimed into one of your creative discussions: "You two are going to be married one day."
• WHAT?! WHAT??
• You nor Herbert quiet saw what Gruber saw between you. At least at first.
• To you, Herbert was a boorish,stubborn jackass. Who always assumed he was the smartest person in the room.
• And to Herbert you were- well very much the same. He thought you were foolhardy and naively idealistic. An inept airhead to say the least.
• Yet here you both were, working alongside a Doctor you both greatly respected. A doctor who...had an awful habit of making the two of you work together. On everything.
• Was he playing match maker? Definitely.
• You see, when the two of you put your big beautiful brains together. Amazing things happened. Countless experiments run, and reports written in a matter of hours. The two of you work perfectly together.
• And from this harmony, grew a deep well of mutual respect.
• That respect is what led Herbert into bringing you into the fold that is his reagent idea. He has faith in your ability, and trusts you enough to work along side him. Which, It goes without saying...is a big fucking deal with him.
• Month's of work goes into it, countless late nights working together, and so so much trial and error all to eventually bring the reagent into fruition.
• The first night it worked, also happens to be the first night the two of you acted on the feelings that were hanging in the air.
• As soon as the mouse you were experimenting on began to move around, Herbert- out of pure joy- lays a kiss right on ya.
• Once the two of you part, the realization of what just happened smacks you both in the face.
• He starts sputtering in an attempt to save his dignity, and your friendship. But you cut him off with a sweet kiss of your own. Because ah fuck, Dr. Gruber is right.
• You're too wrapped up in eachother that moment you don't even realize that mouse has run away! So now there's a reanimated mouse running around the halls of the university of Zurich.
• You named it pickle. Herbert hates that name.
• The two of you are together for a year at least before you eventually tell your professor. He teases you both to high hell.
• When Gruber died, which ya know gets you and Herbert thrown out of Switzerland. The two of you mutually agree to enroll in Miskatonic university.
• Upon meeting, Dan and Meg think you're both so fucking weird.
• "I guess there's someone out there for everyone." -Dan Cain, at least once a day for the rest of his life. Probably.
• The best part though? You and Herbert get to gang up on Dr.Hill!! The scummy plagiarist has no where to go, because the second he shuts one of you down the other one is ready and primed with a snarky comment.
• And then one day, something uncomfortable happens. Dr.Hill asks you to stay after class for a 'discussion about your behavior.' Your skin crawls.
• Hill practically shoos Herbert out of the class room. Herbie keeps your gaze, to subtly communicate. 'I'll be right outside.'
• Hill gets really creepy. I'll leave it at that.
• So when you come out into the hall, visibly shaken and tears in your eyes. Herbert sees red.
• Before you know it, Herbert has marched all 5'7" of himself into Hill's class room to tell him off.
• "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY WIFE?!?!"
• Once Herbert is satisfied with the verbal smackdown he lays on Hill, he strides out of the class room, grabs your hand and takes you on a date for a much needed -impromptu- night off.
• He refers to you as his wife from that day forward, even though it still takes a while for him to actually pop the question.
○Bonus○
"Ouch!" Herbert grunts while he wretched his hand away from the live rodent cage in your shared lab.
You're at his side in a split second.
"What happened?!"
"The little bastard bit me!" He grumbles, turning to look for the first aid kit. You blink at his back, an amused smile slowly playing at your lips
"It's Pickle's revenge!!"
He turns back to you, his expression the exact opposite of yours.
"Not funny."
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A/N: Holy shit. Where did this come from??? I'm just laying in bed, watching John Mulaney, day 4000 of quarantine. When the idea of Herbert going "THAT'S MY WIFE!!!" hit me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. It'll probably be another 2 months before I write again lmao.
De-Composure
Pairing: Herbert West X Reader, Rating: M, Word Count: 3327 Summary: Herbert gets home after the Miskatonic Massacre, and it’s clear that something’s gone horribly awry. Hashtag MiskMass, Hashtag Herbert West’s Best Friends Race. +~+~+~+~+~+ You were ripped from sleep by the front door slamming followed by loud WHUMP. The boys had been off doing their dark bidding around the hospital. You’d assumed so, anyway. The house had been empty and quiet when you’d returned home from your shift at Friendly’s, sick of the condescending M&M gaze of the “Cone Heads” you’d been constructing for the past 6 hours. Sometimes you’d bring home a cup of ice cream for Dan, but Herbert never wanted any. If you asked, he would look like he’d been caught doing something bad, and firmly issue a “No thank you.” You were used to him rejecting any sort of gift, and it didn’t bother you or anything, but maybe it did sting just a bit. You couldn’t tell him that though, for fear he’d come back with something about “tendencies for nurturing” and the idea of that was repulsive… Even if it might’ve been a little true.
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whats up with the s/o in herbert west/reader fics stopping him from like.. getting samples from the living or whatever the fuck kinda thing he’s currently doing
honestly i would just let him do it but also do my best to make sure he never gets caught
how the slashers sleep (with reader)
billy lenz:
stares. he stares at you a lot. he can't sleep...well, or often.
WILL trap you in a snare of limbs when he eventually does fall asleep. you may not escape until he is ready
clingy. clingy, clingy, clingy. clingy. you're his, deal with it
probably talks in his sleep?
wakes up a lot and wakes you up in the process; but it's normal and you just kiss his head and will him back to sleep.
brahms heelshire
his sleep schedule is mandatory, duh, so. you're going to sleep when he does or he'll throw a fit
he's an honestly very cuddly man when it comes to you. he loves you, he's glued to you, he's addicted to you
he LOVES waking up with you in the morning and going to the kitchen for breakfast (that you make)
he absolutely disrupts you making breakfast with kisses
jason voorhees
he's undead, he doesn't sleep, but he pretends for you!
he loves watching you sleep, he strokes your hair and sighs to himself about how beautiful you look
might doze-not-sleep with you next to him. you soothe him.
he makes breakfast before you get up. he's a master of making breakfast.
the collector/asa emory
tells you how much he cherishes you as his favorite pet (probably giving you physical gratification as well) before lying beside you
very into cuddling you. touching you in general.
WILL NOT sleep until he makes you feel special. no negotiation.
sleeps like a stone. you cannot wake this man yourself, but he does wake up for other things...such as alarms.
makes you an amazing breakfast in the morning.
this man essentially worships you as his little pet, and he is your beloved master.
chop top sawyer
will most likely want to make out
music. at least two albums before be can get tired, this dude is god damned Energy As Hell and music helps him get tired/relax
...might try and grope you a bit, so, uh.
falls off the bed a lot, usually head-first. does not wake up at all. hope you like seeing your boyfriend snoring upside down with his face on the floor bc that's your normal morning
pyramid head
will just look at you. he doesn't sleep. does he?
BUT he loves lying down with you in a soft mattress. it's nice on his back.
he WILL at least try to shove his weird, long tongue into your mouth bc that's...how he kisses you, so
he might doze off a bit for a while
purrs in his sleep when he feels you hold him
any noise in the night will alarm him and you will probably have to grab his arm or w/e to keep him inside. it is safest inside; but it is hard for him to relax bc he does not want any threat around you
herbert west
goes to bed at a certain time or a random time due to him being a workaholic freak
showers each night, puts on his night clothes
kisses you deep and tugs you tightly to him, muttering into your ear just how much he needs you, how much he wants you here
he knows he's...like how he is, and in the past he did not make it clear how much he NEEDS you with him
sleeps on his back but ends up tangled up with you in like 45 minutes.
he talks in his sleep. not loudly, he literally mutters his own notes.
💚 Poly Herbert and Dan, gremlin scientist and medical himbo combo 💚
💚 Finally hearing Herbert laugh 💚
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 😃
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💚 Young Herbert shy at a school dance 💚
💚 Herbert is trying his best to help with your dysphoria but he needs guidance 💚
💚 Herbert is helping you post-transition 💚
💚 You notice Herbert's snatched waist 💚 @k-simp 😉
Herbert has been turned into a child and he won't eat his peas 💚
Inspired by @weyounthevorta 's Adoption Day poll! Be on the look out for more 💕
"my child is fine"
dude, your child finds comfort in horror movie characters
Earned Treasure
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Herbert West x Demisexual! F! Plus Sized Reader
Choking, Praise, Uses of Sir/Doctor, Herbert is a switch in a dominant role
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You were aware that you were different from many other people. While it seemed as if people were able to so easily give themselves to a stranger for the night, you couldn't. You'd tried, but you didn't understand the appeal. You'd had romantic partners that you'd become sexually intimate with and had your world rocked, but those were so far and few in between that you mainly took care of yourself and your needs. Not that you minded, your only limit was your stamina and you could go five times at yourself before becoming too sensitive to continue. Brilliant results almost every time! But never when it was a one night stand.
It had been in the fall when you answered an ad for a roommate needed, preferably female with a knack for providing comfort. It was a weird ad, but needing a new place you followed up with it.
It was then at 666 Darkmore that you'd first met Herbert. The ad had been put out by Herbert due to the loss Dan had with his fiance. He felt that by having a female presence around it might help him recover from his grief sooner. An odd way to try and help, but seemingly sweet nonetheless. You asked him what kind of comfort you were supposed to provide, and he adjusted his glasses before replying that your presence would be able to act as a comfort over time, but any additional comfort would be up to your discretion. After asking about rooming schematics and rent cost, you both agreed that you would be their new roommate.
Dan met you when you moved in, and you could see why Herbert put out the ad. The man was stricken with grief so deep that he worked, ate, and stayed in his room for the most part. Sometimes he would be in the living room, staring at the tv or a wall lost in his thoughts. You introduced yourself and he greeted you in return, introducing himself as well. But there wasn't anything in it. This poor man. So, when you had time you tried to involve him in things and bring him out of his shell. He would speak briefly at your prompts, but it left a lot to be desired. It took maybe a month or two before he took the bait and played some card games with you. After your second roommate went to his room for the night, you went to find Herbert and share your progress. You found him in the basement with a bright green substance in a syringe and a dead body.
At your surprised shout of "what the fuck" he set down the syringe and moved to you, grabbing you so you couldn't run. With the secret out, he told you about his work and how he could being people back from the dead. He also told you that Dan knew about it and helped him with it before his fiance died in the fire of Miskatonic. Seeing as his former helper wasn't in the right state of mind for the job it had just been him bringing in bodies and going out and testing his theories. Letting you go, you stayed put, floored by the discovery Herbert had made.
"Wow. This could change everything about medicine." And with that you'd managed to bond with both of your roommates that night.
The longer you stayed and were an active part of the household, the more Dan had started coming around. You weren't Megan --not even close-- but you weren't trying to be Megan. You were unabashedly you, and Dan liked having you around. With Herbert in the basement so often, sometimes it got lonely for him. But you always put in the effort to at least wish him a good morning, good afternoon, good night, or a hello even if you weren't mentally up for cheering someone else up. Herbert was seeing how well Dan was doing and was thrilled to see that his grief stricken lab partner was gaining metaphorical and literal color again. Not that he showed it.
That was one thing that didn't surprise you about Herbert. As a person who had a hard time letting people in, you understood keeping people at a distance, and once upon a time you were considered a person to keep at a distance. But just as you talked with Dan and spent time with him, you did the same with Herbert. Frequently you would have a plate of food, your own work or portable hobby, and a beverage in your hands when you came down, setting them to the side so he could eat and work simultaneously, content to watch him as he worked and work on your own things beside him. Sometimes you'd ask questions and he'd give you straightforward answers, not always delving too deep into it so you wouldn't be completely lost.
As the months turned into a year you'd finally been comfortable enough for physical touch, willing to give hugs, lean on them, and sit close enough to slightly invade each other's space. You had made it clear to Dan that you were not interested in him and that your touches were purely platonic, and he was readily willing to accept that. Herbert was not the man to go to for any kind of physical touch, and it wasn't until you both hugged that Dan realized how much he missed physical closeness with someone even with it being purely platonic. Afterwards you'd went to check on Herbert, going downstairs and seeing him with his notebook as per usual, the coffee cup you'd given him earlier emptied and the plate accompanying it only containing crumbs. Good, he was eating.
Wandering over to him you wrapped your arms around him, your hands resting over his heart, and rested your head on his shoulder. He paused his work and tilted his head enough to acknowledge you.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"Displaying affection." you replied.
"Have you considered that maybe I don't want it?"
"Have you considered that I think you may need it regardless?"
Giving a sigh and rolling his eyes he went back to work, scribbling down plenty of numbers, words, and scientific symbols. Looking at what he was writing he seemed to be making a table of dosages and the circumstances around administering them, including the means of the doses and the reaction times as well as standard deviations and acknowledgement of outliers. Incrementally he relaxed into your touch, slowly enough that you didn't realize, to focused on observing him work. Herbert truly didn't mind having you hold him like this, but he wouldn't allow for you to know that. It would give you power over him. But the touch felt warm and comfortable, and it was the most he'd gotten in a long time. As much as he loved being married to his work, he realized that he was neglecting his needs for it as those needs got fulfilled by you. His need to eat, his need for other forms of mental stimulation, and his need for physical touch.
Unlike with Dan, you never told Herbert that your touches were platonic. You didn't need to, it was obvious to him that you didn't possess any ulterior motives. But admittedly as the year continued on he would find himself imagining that your touches could be romantic. In his mind nothing would change but the intent behind the touches, as seemed to be your way of doing things.
Then you'd gotten yourself a date. A few of them, actually. It wasn't often that you scored in the dating scene, so Dan had been happy for you, wanting you to enjoy yourself. Herbert acted like he was appalled that you had come to his lab in the middle of his work to tell him that, but in truth he was somewhat jealous. This man didn't know you like he did, didn't know about all of your quirks and what made you special like he did! Instead of voicing this Herbert simply stated that you shouldn't bring him around in worry of him finding out about the reagent. You nodded, wishing him a good evening before heading back upstairs. Obviously to talk about the date Dan was the guy to go to.
First couple of dates had went off without a hitch. He was kind, smart, and funny. He had a good job that paid well, and he even had a dog. But it didn't feel like you got to know him enough before you both went to bed after the third date. This was not to say that the man didn't know what he was doing, nor was he bad at sex, but he was giving you physical pleasure and not also giving you mental pleasure. The physical feelings were there but the mental feelings weren't helping the process to move forward, so while he got to cum in the condom he used you didn't get to cum. It was frustrating, and it was made worse when he asked you if you wanted him to try and give you oral to help you climax because his cock was spent for now. Shaking your head you sat up.
"No, it's fine. Thank you for the wonderful time, but I think I should go home." you told him, grabbing your clothes and starting to get dressed.
"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night? We can make breakfast in the morning and cuddle on the couch." he offered, and if you'd just been able to be normal it would've been an offer you couldn't refuse.
"I'm sure. I'm sorry, I should go." you replied before grabbing your small purse and making to leave the bedroom. He meanwhile was also getting dressed.
"Do you want me to drive you home?" he asked, trying to comfort you and make sure you end up home safe. Knowing it would be too far to walk and not wanting to call and wait for Dan or Herbert to pick you up, you nodded. With both of you dressed, he grabbed his keys and drove you home.
You both pulled onto the side in front of the house and he spoke up before you could leave.
"You don't seem okay, is there something going on? Anything I can help with?"
"Yeah. There's something going on, but I don't really understand what or why it happens. It's nothing you can help me with though, I know that much. I'm sorry. I think we should see other people, you deserve better." you said, getting out of the car.
"What? Wait! Hold on! I want to be with you! You're an awesome person and I like our dates. You always have something amazing to say when we talk. Please, give it another chance." he begged.
Shaking your head, you looked at him. "I can't. I can't. I'm sorry. It's not you, I promise that it's not you. And I know lots of other girls say the 'oh it's me' thing but I promise you that it's the truth. I have something going on and I need to figure it out. Until I do I don't want you to wait for me. So please, go home." you told him before heading inside with tears streaming down your cheeks.
In the rare time Herbert was out from the basement he had been talking with Dan in the living room. Hearing you come home they both looked at the door, seeing you head up the stairs and hearing you slam the bedroom door shut they then looked at each other.
"I wonder what happened. He seemed like a nice enough guy when he picked her up." Dan said.
Going upstairs Dan knocked on your door gently, Herbert standing behind him. "Hey, are you okay? What happened?" Dan asked.
Knowing that they wouldn't leave you be if you didn't answer, you got up from the bed and unlocked the door. "Come in..." you said with your voice cracking, heading back to the bed and sitting down.
The two men came in and Dan sat on the bed with you while Herbert stayed by the door.
"What happened?" Herbert asked, not bothering to ask you if you were okay. It was obvious that you weren't okay.
"I did my best, I really did. But I just couldn't do it. He was doing everything right and I just couldn't do it." you cried rubbing at your face to try and stop the flow of tears.
"Do what?" Dan asked.
"Cum! I couldn't fucking cum! Everything he was doing was right, and the physical sensations were there but I couldn't fucking do it! I didn't know him well enough yet, but he was so nice and I thought what we'd shared would've been enough but it wasn't! So I embarrassed myself, I embarrassed him, and I broke up with him. Fuck, why can't I just be fucking normal?" you cried, burying your head in your knees, your hands going into your hair.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. Lots of people need a connection with someone before they have sex. It's not unusual."
"Not like I do. I can't do one night stands, hell I couldn't even do a three date fuck. My last boyfriend it was eight months before I was able to have sex with him. Eight months. But in a world dominated by speed sex culture it doesn't allow for me to find someone like that. And unless I find someone else like me or someone willing to wait for me, I'm gonna be on my own forever." Looking up at them your eyes filled with horror. "I'll probably die alone." you said before starting to sob again.
"No no no, it's okay." Dan said, hugging you tightly to him. "You won't die alone, it's the sadness talking. So you need more time to enjoy yourself with someone, it's not a bad thing. And if he's worth it he'll be willing to wait for you. Right Herbert?" Dan asked, looking at the bespectacled man for assistance.
"If he doesn't value you enough to wait then he is not someone you would want in your bed." Herbert said with certainty as he walked over to the bed, sitting on the other side of you. He didn't hold you, he didn't even touch you, but his presence on your bed was enough to help you alongside Dan. The tears lessened, and you were able to look at them again.
"Thanks you guys. It means a lot." you said, wiping your tears away.
"Anything you need, we'll be here for you. Would you like to watch tv and have some hot chocolate?" Dan asked.
You nodded in reply and Dan got up to make the hot cocoa, leaving you in Herbert's capable hands until he came back.
"I feel awful about it. He was such a nice guy. He cared, and he somehow ended up with a shitshow like me." you commented.
"Could you tell me a bit more about your...affliction?" Herbert asked.
"Well, I was receiving physical pleasure from him, but my mind wasn't into it. I liked the sex, don't get me wrong, but it wasn't enough for me to get off. But it's always been like that for me. I want sex and I want intimacy, but if I don't have a deep bond with that person I can't cum. And the men don't understand. They think it's them, or that I'm on some medication keeping me from cumming or something but I'm not. It's like I'm hardwired with cum blockers."
Herbert took a moment to think about what you'd been saying. He'd heard a word to describe it before, but he wasn't fully aware of what it meant. "Demisexual."
"What?"
"I've heard it referred to as demisexuality. The need for a deep bond to sleep with someone. I don't know if it's the correct hypothesis, but it's the best I can provide for you currently."
"Demisexuality, huh? I fucking hate it."
"It does have its emotional and mental benefits. By sleeping with someone you know you won't have to worry about the person's intentions or what they may be hiding. Then it keeps you from having to overthink to make up for any unknown variables. Plus it in theory allows for you to have a relationship and know that by the time you do sleep with them that they won't be going anywhere."
"If I can ever get a guy to wait that long to begin with."
"Yes, unfortunately it's rare to find someone who doesn't participate in the 'speed sex culture' you mentioned earlier."
Dan came back into the room soon after. "The hot chocolate is ready. Come on let's head down." he said, leading the two of you down to the couch in the living room and sitting with you. The hot chocolate was good, the company from the two men was lovely, and before you knew it you had settled enough to actually relax for the night. You were dozing on the couch when Dan shook you slightly.
"You should get to bed, you've been through a lot tonight. We can worry about things in the morning." he told you.
Nodding, you wished the two men a good night with a big hug, Dan returning it in equal measure and Herbert taking it like a champ before you headed up the stairs and went to bed.
"Do you think she'll be alright Herbert?"
"I think so. Not right now, but eventually."
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Over the months since that night, you'd found that Dan took over your role. If you were down he would be the one to cheer you up when he could, and getting assistance from Herbert if he couldn't. For whatever reason, hearing validation and words from Herbert meant more to you. Maybe it was because he didn't let praise slip from his lips easily. But when it did come out it filled your soul to bursting.
Dan had gotten back into the dating game last month, and tonight he had a date with a girl he was seeing. You didn't mind it, he needed to continue living his life too. Though he always tried to make sure that they had sex at her place to not rub salt in your wounds. As he was heading out you wished him good luck and went back to your work. It was unfortunate that you had to bring work home with you again, but it was better than doing nothing and being bored.
After about another hour of working you finished your paperwork and set it in your messenger bag to take to the office tomorrow morning. Looking up at the time you saw that it was a bit past dinner time. On cue your stomach rumbled and you sighed. You didn't really want to make anything, but you didn't want to order out either. Getting up, you went to the basement to see what Herbert wanted to do for dinner.
"Hey Herbert, what do you...what're you doing?" you asked, seeing diagrams and books laid out that had no relevance to his work.
"Since I've reached a block with my work I've decided to try and study your needs and how they fit in a sexual and intimate context to understand it better. But there are a few things I'm missing."
"Like what?"
"A generalized average duration of time it takes a demisexual to bond enough to have sex."
"Seeing as there aren't a ton of demisexual people who are sex neutral or sex positive and open about it, I don't think you'll really be able to find an answer for that."
"I have a single score, but I need another for an average even if it's a weak one."
"A single score? Mine?"
"Mine."
Your eyes widened at him coming out to you. "Really?"
"Really. Studying up on the topic has made me realize a couple of things about myself. So tell me, what is your typical duration of time to bond with someone enough?" he asked.
"Um, maybe five or six months as an average of my experiences."
Writing that down he then made a loose average and circled it.
"So what's the study? Just seeing how different we are compared to other people?"
Before he could answer the front door slammed shut, two pairs of feet moving to go up the stairs. Seemed Dan brought his date home tonight.
"Lovely, a distraction from my project." Herbert snarked.
"I'm sure we can still talk over them. But seeing as the rest of the house is free, what do you want to do for dinner? Eat in, take out?"
"Take out would probably be best. It's quietest down here, and hopefully by the time the food arrives they'll be done or close to it."
"I'll go and grab a menu." you said, heading up the stairs and to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of menus from the kitchen drawer and the house phone, and as you headed back to the basement you heard Dan's girlfriend start to moan. Quickening your speed you shut the basement door behind you and headed back down to Herbert.
"So we have the Chinese place that delivers, and we also have the Italian place here that delivers. Any preference?"
Herbert opened his mouth, but before he could speak a loud pleasure filled cry permeated the conversation. Shutting his mouth he then tried to speak again. "Let's go with Chinese. Whatever we don't eat can be saved for later."
Passing him the menu, you dialed the number but didn't press the call button yet. You knew what you wanted already, but wanted to give him time to peruse his options. Another moan --from Dan this time-- made its way down to the two of you.
"Is it always like this?"
"Only when it's inconvenient."
He picked what he wanted from the menu, showing you so you could call. You pressed the call button and placed the order. The person on the line said it'd be about twenty five to a half hour. You thanked them and said you'd pay in cash before wishing them a good day and hanging up.
"So what now?"
"We try to continue our work until the food arrives."
Oddly enough, the more you got into the project Herbert had going on the easier it was to ignore the sounds of Dan's sex life. It were as if it were just the two of you and the world didn't exist.
Until the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." Herbert said, going to his coat and pulling out some cash before heading up to get the food.
As he was gone you thought to yourself for a moment. Were you starting to catch feelings for Herbert? You never had that 'us against the world' feeling with Dan, and the last time you felt it it was with your previous ex --the one who dumped you, not the one you dumped after three dates. You still kind of felt bad about that.
What would happen if you told Herbert?
The door opened and down came Herbert, a large paper bag in his arms. Setting the bag down on the table you both grabbed your respective foods and the chopsticks the restaurant provided before digging in.
By the time you both were halfway done with your meals Dan and his girlfriend had stopped, making it easier to eat and talk again.
"So what would you like to study with the information you've gathered?" you asked.
"I'm not quite sure. Maybe intensity levels of pleasure when it's with someone who's known rather than someone who isn't to start off then work from there."
"How are you going to place a measure on intensity?"
"A self report questionnaire with a one through five scale asking about different aspects of the sexual experience."
"Are you planning on being the participant in your study? Because I don't want to have sex with someone I don't know."
He gave an acknowledging hum as he thought of an answer. "The guy you briefly dated. How well did you know him?"
"Not super well. I knew his job, what he liked to do, that he had a dog, stuff like that."
"That'll be fine. No need to make yourself do something you don't want to do. The willingness and consent of a participant is important when it comes to this topic."
"And what're we going to do about the other part?"
"Hmm?"
"The 'sex with someone we know' part. If we both sleep with the same person it could skew the results. Plus, I don't think Dan nor any of our other friends would want to sleep with us for an experiment."
He sighed. "You're right. Unless..." he started, looking over at you.
"...we sleep with each other." you finished, looking back at him. "Would that screw with our results?"
"Not if we don't let it."
"Do you consent to sleep with me in the name of scientific study?"
"Yes. Do you?"
"Yes."
"I'll prepare the self report questionnaires and go through the test measures, and then whenever we're ready we can begin."
You both finished your food and you went upstairs with the leftovers for the night, leaving Herbert in the basement for a while longer.
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There was a good amount of time that passed between your consenting to the project and the actual act. Enough for you to not really think about it anymore.
That is, until you were told to join him in the basement after your stomach settled from dinner.
Seeing that this was an experiment you didn't bother to dress up or anything. Didn't want to create any confounds, after all.
You'd showered yesterday morning, so you weren't worried about smells being a factor. Nothing you could do to really prepare yourself, once your stomach settled from dinner you made your way to the basement.
You understood the desire to remove alternative explanations, but you wished you could have sex with him in his bed at least. Maybe next time, if there was one.
At the bottom of the stairs you turned to Herbert's table and saw that it was cleared of everything. No notes, no bottles, strikingly bare. In any other circumstance you would've been scared by such a clear space.
Towards the other side of the room there was Herbert putting a couple of rags aside and cleaning his hands. As if he knew you were there despite not seeing or hearing you come down, he spoke.
"I washed and sanitized the table. We wouldn't want any harm coming to either of our participants tonight, would we?" he rhetorically asked before drying his hands and turning to look at you.
"It feels weird knowing we're the scientists and the participants. It feels like we're breaking rules."
"In times of need and not many options, rules are allowed to bend and break. Besides, it's not as if our findings will be published anywhere. Despite being a scientist who likes my work to be acknowledged, I don't want to kiss and tell."
"Well, that's a relief." you replied. You couldn't imagine having your sexual experiences published for the world to see.
Not that you were ashamed to say you had sex, but it seemed more like a thing you wouldn't share because it was between you and your partner.
"You seem stiff. It won't do to have a stressed participant. Is there anything you need before we continue?"
"I'm uh, heh, I'm just nervous. Could you possibly...hold me?"
"Certainly." he replied, walking over to you and holding his arms out for you to bury yourself in. Hugging him firmly, he held you close and before long those nervous feeling started to ebb off.
"Better?"
"Much. I consent to continue, Herbert." you replied softly.
He pulled away from you a little, and you were about to ask how to proceed, but the feeling of his lips on yours silenced any thought you had in your mind. His lips were soft and perfect. Slightly salty due to dinner. He must've really put work into making sure the lab was safe enough for the both of you. Your eyes closed and you melted into the kiss, unable to see that Herbert had done the same. It was odd to know that you were going to sleep with someone you'd been friends with for so long --years at this point--, but it was an exciting experience all at once.
Participating just as much as he was, you licked at his bottom lip and he didn't respond to it. He would tell you later that it was because it had caused his own mind to go blank. You then nipped at it firmly, and snapping back into it he parted his lips, allowing your wandering tongue to join his. Your tongue gingerly touched his, but as he got more comfortable you ran it over his languidly, exploring his tongue and teeth. He gave a moan when your tongue had gone deeper into his mouth before giving your tongue a warning squeeze between his teeth.
Pulling your tongue away his moved to follow. As a reward you sucked on it a little before pulling away with a chuckle.
Eyes opening you saw that he had lust and admiration in equal measure in his own. You were sure you probably looked the same way, if not very similarly.
"I'd like to say the initialization process was a success. Would you like to continue?" you asked.
"Yes." he replied immediately before diving in and kissing you again. You gave a surprised moan at his urgency, moving a hand into his hair as he continued to kiss you like that. Firm, passionate, and needy, so needy. But you wouldn't have it any other way because you needed it too. You tugged on his hair a bit and he gave a moan against your lips, pulling you closer to him though you'd already been close.
Knowing that you could get lost in his kisses forever, you knew you needed to help move this along before you fell in too deep. Breaking the kiss you grabbed him by the tie and led him to the table, hopping up slightly to sit on it. Naturally, Herbert slotted himself between your parted legs, hands resting on your hips as he gazed down at you. You smiled at him before loosening his tie, tossing it away once it became loose enough. Then you unbuttoned a couple of the top buttons of his shirt and leaned back slightly to just look at him.
"You're beautiful." you told him. His cheeks dusted pink and he licked his lips trying to find how to respond. Eventually he settled with,
"You're quite lovely yourself."
"May I undress you?"
He looked over at the tie on the floor. "A bit late to ask for permission, isn't it?"
"Would you prefer I ask for forgiveness instead?"
Herbert leaned in close, his lips at your ear. "Only if you're willing to beg for it."
You gasped, clenching around nothing as goosebumps appeared on your skin.
"Something tells me you like the sound of that." he said before starting to press kisses down your neck, making you sigh in pleasure.
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Undress me, touch me. Herbert please."
And he did as you begged, carefully pulling off your shirt and unclipping your bra, letting the materials fall away to show your breasts. They weren't even, and unlike pinup models they weren't perky, but they were yours and he loved them immediately. Moving down he pressed kisses down your neck and chest, continuing to lay kisses on your flesh as he palmed at your breasts. You gave a slight gasp as he circled your nipples into hardness, never having gotten pleasure from that before.
With that said, you let out a whine when he started to lick and suck on them. You moved you hand back into his hair, holding onto him as he worshiped your breasts, his hands resting at your plush waist. As he pulled away from them you took the opportunity to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt, pushing it open to reveal his chest and torso to you. He wasn't athletically fit, but he was still toned and strong within his lithe figure. Running your hands over his chest and torso, you pressed kisses down his neck and moved to his chest, pressing kisses and sucking on the skin. He gave a sigh, petting your head as you left marks on his chest.
"You're such a good girl for me, thinking of things so I don't have to." he praised, causing you to moan against his skin.
"You like when I call you a good girl?"
You nodded.
"Keep doing so well and I'll call you whatever you like."
"Is there anything you want me to call you?" you asked.
He gave it some thought as you continued to kept kissing his chest, happy with the amount of marks you'd given him. "Call me Sir, or Doctor, whichever you want."
Giving a pleased chuckle you winked at him. "Yes Doctor."
The light in his eyes changed once he heard you speak that title, and he quickly took off your leggings and panties.
"Tell me, where does my favorite participant need me the most?"
"Inside me. Fill me, I need to feel full." you begged, placing a hand on his arm.
He gave a sly chuckle before nodding. "Then get to work."
With that you unbuckled his belt, then made quick work of his pants and underwear, leaving him as naked as you were. Reaching down, you started to stroke his cock. He was average size, maybe a little bit over, and he had an average girth to him. Since he seemed to know what he was doing, you were excited all over again. His grip on your waist tightened as you jerked him off, huffing under his breath and holding back his moans.
That wouldn't do.
"Come on Sir, let me hear you. Reinforce my good behavior." you said seductively. Approving your request, he started to freely make noise. At a particular squeeze and stroke he let out a shout of pleasure, his hips bucking into your hand.
"Enough. It's your turn." Herbert said, removing your hand to place his on your cunt, teasing the entrance to get some of your juices on his fingers before starting to rub at your clit.
"Unh, Herbert." you moaned, feeling yourself quickly race to climax due to his perfect speed and pacing. How was he so good at this?
Before you knew it you moaned loudly as he gave you your first climax of the night, your hips bucking into his hand as he rode out your high. When you whined with overstimulation he removed his hand, giving you a soft kiss which you returned wholeheartedly.
"Such a good girl for me. Didn't even make me command you to cum. It's like your body already knew what I wanted. But we're not done here." he said, leaning into your ear again.
"We've only just started."
You whimpered at his statement, anticipation making you want to continue but overstimulation making you want to rest for a moment. Luckily he was willing to be patient and thorough to get the results he wanted, rubbing your sides and thick thighs, running a hand over your hair and petting you lovingly. Keeping your body warmed up without using your sensitive clit as you rested.
You ran your hands over his body as well, over his chest and torso, up his back and down his shoulders. His skin was warm compared to the slight chill of the basement. Even if you both stopped here you would be happy. You got a nice orgasm and now you were also getting the mental and physical intimacy you craved. Herbert knew you and you knew him, having developed a deep bond from living together and spending time together, and it satiated the deep needs inside of you to be able to be with him like this.
As your body settled again you nudged your hips into his touch. He smirked before using your entrance to lube up his fingers before sticking two inside to judge if you needed more preparation or if you could take him. He knew he wasn't massive, but he could still accidentally hurt you and that was something that Herbert wanted to avoid. Pumping his fingers in and out of you, he studied your reactions, and as your body prepared to take and handle more of him he knew you were ready.
Cupping your cheek and looking into your eyes he spoke. "Are you ready to continue?"
"Yes. Are you?"
"Yes." he replied before grabbing a condom from a small table to the side, opening it and taking out the condom inside. You placed your hand over his, causing him to make eye contact with you.
"Let me. Please?"
Nodding he let you take the condom and slide it down his length, groaning as you stroked him a couple of times as you did.
You backed up on the table and laid back, allowing him to get on above you, slotting between your thighs and holding himself up, his arms slightly shaky. "Are you ready?" you asked him.
"Yes."
"Then why are your arms trembling?"
"I haven't given myself to anyone like this in a long time."
"Then what an earned treasure it is to be able to be like this with you." you told him before pressing a soft yet firm kiss to his lips, him returning your affection for a moment or two before pushing himself inside of you. You both broke from the kiss with sharp gasps at the feeling of being together.
Herbert may not have been the biggest you've had, but it felt so much better than most of the other tries you've had in your life. Within the top five and he hadn't even started moving yet. You pulled him down so he was completely laying on you, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both relished in the physical intimacy.
He rested his head on your chest, hearing your heart beat while also trying to slow his own. As long as he focused he wouldn't have to worry about ruining the experiment. Before long your muscles relaxed around him and he felt it appropriate to continue. Lifting himself up he started to thrust into you, beginning at an unhurried pace. You both had all of the time in the world, so why hurry?
Wrapping a leg around his waist, you moved your hips in time with his thrusts, which encouraged him to go faster once he got used to the feeling of you around him.
"Fuck, you feel so good." you breathily told him.
"As do you. Holding me so tightly, it's just the right side of suffocating." Herbert replied before letting out a groan as you clenched around him. You let out an accompanying moan.
He started thrusting harsher with more purpose as he made love to you, feeling you wrap your arms tighter around him.
Moving his weight to one arm he used the other to tweak at your clit, keeping up the pace and intensity.
You cried out as you felt your senses heighten, the pleasure too much and not enough. Unfortunately that started to get ruined when a cramp started in your right hip. You tried to shift a bit to get it to stop, but it only made it worse.
"What's the matter?" Herbert asked, slowing down but not stopping.
"My hip's cramping."
"Allow me." he said before moving the hand on your clit to support him and have his other hand tenderly squeeze your cramping hip. Somehow it actually helped, and after about a minute of him gripping your hip he let go again, the cramping gone.
"Being a doctor is really paying off, isn't it?" you teased.
"More than you know."
"Wouldn't find the clit otherwise?" you asked. He then used his finger and thumb to grab onto it, squeezing it and causing you to whimper.
"Watch who you mouth off to. You may not like the consequences." he warned. "So how about you keep being my good girl and we continue our work?"
You nodded, desperate to keep going, but holding onto the idea of teasing and snarking for later.
"Perfect." he replied before speeding up again and going back to rubbing your clit, giving a pleased sigh as you both brought each other back to where you were before. His work led to fantastic results as you reached your peak and fell off of it, crying out for him as you came.
"Herbert! Fuck, fuck, fu-uck!" your voice cracked as you rode out your second orgasm of the night with him. Slowing down, he then pulled out with a hiss. Looking down you saw that the condom hadn't been filled at all.
"But Herbert you didn't..."
"I'm not done yet. I felt it best to give you a small break."
"But Herbert you should-"
"Are you really going to question the scientist, participant?"
"Only in regards to the other participant's health."
He sighed before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "There's no need to worry. We still have the rest of time and beyond for me to climax. But it'll mean nothing if you aren't in the right space for it. With that, do you want any water?"
"...sure." you replied begrudgingly. Nodding, he got up and went to the fridge, opening it up and grabbing a bottle of water from inside before heading back and passing it to you.
You took it and opened it up, taking a sip before then taking a long drink of the cold water. As much as you hated it, he was right. Meanwhile Herbert was slowly stroking himself to keep himself hard as you took care of your needs. About half of the bottle was gone before you capped it again, offering it to him. He set it aside and moved back over you, kissing you and moving a hand to your cheek. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around him again, keeping him close.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
He entered you once more, this time starting with an intense pace and not letting anything get away from him achieving his results. Still somewhat recovering from the last orgasm you had, you felt everything he did with heightened senses, and it was working in his favor. He'd been able to stave himself for this long, but there were consequences of that, and he wanted to give you a third orgasm before he let go. Starting intensely, it allowed for that to have a higher probability of happening.
As he brought you higher than you'd been in a long time, you thought of one thing that would make it better.
"Herbert, choke me. Please." you begged in between moans.
"Fine, administering blood restriction. Count backwards from ten." he said before properly pressing his thumb and fingers over your throat where they needed to go, firmly but not too tight. He didn't stop his harsh thrusting.
Thriving off of the sensations together you started counting down mentally before switching to verbally once hitting "five"... "four"... "three"... "two"... "o-one" you whined before he released your neck to allow for you to recover, you sucking in a greedy gulp of air despite it not being your trachea that was squeezed.
"Again." you demanded as soon as you could speak again.
Picking his battles, he did as you said. He could always punish you for giving him demands later, though if he were to admit it to himself he actually didn't mind it much. Maybe it was because it came from you, or maybe it was because he liked following some directions. It would definitely be something to think about when he had a moment.
"Count again." he replied, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing where he needed to.
"Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four... three...two...one."
The sound of you counting turned him on more than he thought it would, and it sounded better the second time around. Next time he could see how it would sound to have you count up while he edged you, see if you could make it to one hundred before cumming.
He released your throat again and you whined impatiently. It felt fantastic, but you needed more. You needed to cum, and you needed him to cum too.
Nearing his own end he wrapped his hand around your throat once more. "There will be no counting this time. Let me know when to let up." Herbert said to you before choking you once more.
As you felt his hand firmly squeeze you held your breath, feeling your pleasure increase rapidly due to his hold and his rapid thrusts. You let out stifled moans and whines as you neared the end, and as you had your final climax of the night your hips bucked up into his, drawing his end out of him.
That was the way your and his world ended. Not with wails or moans, but with whimpers.
Immediately after, you tapped his hand and he released your throat. You then grabbed onto him and held him close, not wanting to miss a single moment of physical touch from him. He melted into your touch, resting his head on your chest and catching his breath. You lovingly pet his sweaty hair as you both came down from your respective highs.
As you settled down you realized that this world, the one you and he had created, was gone now. The bond was there and you felt the pleasure, but it was an experiment. You were a participant and so was he. Herbert actually was dual wielding the roles of the scientist and the participant. He didn't do it because he cared and wanted to be with you, though you found yourself wanting to be with him. You...you loved him.
Gaining a second wind, Herbert separated himself from you and took off the condom, tying off the end before setting it aside to dispose of later. He carefully rubbed at your legs and arms, trying to feel for any irritated muscles or anything that might hurt you.
"You did brilliantly. Thank you for helping me with my research." he said to you.
Tears welled up in your eyes and you started to cry, causing Herbert great alarm. "Talk to me. Did I miss a tense muscle? Do you need some water, or ice?" he asked.
"You don't care..."
"If I didn't care I wouldn't be asking."
"Not that."
"Then what is it?" he asked slightly impatiently.
"This was only an experiment. There were no feelings involved."
"Initially yes, but it appears to me that you wouldn't make for a good scientist."
The tears stopped, lost to your confusion. "Huh?"
"You make a hypothesis, but then deny all of the data that counters it."
You took a moment to think about what that meant. "So...you do have feelings for me?"
"At the start of the experiment I was only doing as scientists tend to, but through the experimental process I had realized just how far the bond we share went and because of that I'd realized how much I care about you."
"Really? You mean it?"
"I wouldn't joke about something like this."
You shook your head. "No, I guess you wouldn't. But since we both have feelings for each other, how should we go about this? Because it's not going to always be like this. This space we made for ourselves with this experiment is lovely, but life isn't always going to be like this, you know?"
"I would hope not. As much as I enjoyed having sex with you, there's more that I want to do with my life than that."
"And I wouldn't want you to stop doing that, even if it's gotten us into trouble quite a few times."
"You have an affinity for barging in at the wrong times." he commented.
"Yes, because coming down the stairs to see you being choked by a reanimated corpse is a 'wrong time'. Surprised that you don't have a kink for it by now with how much it's happened."
"You don't know that."
"Oh? You enjoy getting choked out by your experiments, do you? Gets you hot and bothered under the tie?" you joked.
"Yes, because I love nothing more than to have the real threat of death during intimacy." he said monotonously.
Looking away you laughed. Some people either didn't like or didn't understand his humor, but you did and you thought it was funny. Looking back at him he had a satisfied smile in seeing that he made you laugh. It was cute to see him smile. It was also nice for him to see you laugh, especially since you'd been in tears earlier.
"As an actual answer, I have trepidations with being choked seeing as I haven't had a good experience with it, however choking is something I did not mind performing for you. In fact, I rather enjoyed it."
Sitting up, you pat the now free spot on the table to let him sit. Shaking his head, he grabbed some clean cloths from under the table and handed you one. He used the other one to clean himself off before tossing it away.
After cleaning up you felt better, and he passed you back your clothes. You both got dressed and he took the time to resanitize the table again.
"So what happens now, Herbert?"
"The most beneficial conclusion would be to become a couple seeing as we're able to satisfy each other and have a deep enough of a bond to allow for the modification of our relationship. At any rate it's better than starting over with someone else."
"But what if we come across some issues?"
"That's bound to happen regardless, but I'm sure that we would be able to work something out. Trust and communication are important aspects of any kind of partnership, including ours."
"That's fair. So, you want to be my boyfriend?"
"Does that seem shocking to you?"
"A bit. I mean, I'm not exactly the typical man's type."
"If you haven't noticed by now, I'm not known for being the 'typical man'."
You chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose that's true."
Herbert moved over to you, holding your waist as he held eye contact with you. You always thought he had beautiful eyes.
"I care very deeply about you, and that is not conditional to your size or anything you consider undesirable due to the scrutiny of society."
You gave a giggle of disbelief before hugging him tightly. "Thank you..."
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Of course. Now, shall we get started on the questionnaire?"
You sighed. "If we must."
Herbert went over to a smaller table, picked up a pen and looked over at you.
"All of these are on a one to ten scale. Intimacy level?"
"Ten out of ten."
"Enjoyment of the activity?"
"Eight out of ten."
"Enjoyment of performing with the bonded partner?"
"Seven out of ten."
"Potential discomfort levels?"
"Two out of ten."
"Bond before sleeping together?"
"Eight out of ten."
"Bond after?"
"Ten out of ten."
Herbert then glanced at the paper before glancing at you again.
"Overall satisfaction?"
"Nine out of ten."
"Nine out of ten? Why?"
You gestured to the setting around you both. "Maybe next time we don't do it in the basement I'll give it a ten out of ten."
He gave a half shrug before also filling out his paper and then set the pen down.
"Seeing as I have such a willing participant with me, we can see if setting changes anything, or any other kind of exploration you may be thinking of. But not tonight, I have data to configure."
Getting up, you walked over to him and pecked his lips. "Do you want me to bring you some coffee?"
"Yes, you know how I like it."
"I'll be back soon. Don't work too hard, and I expect to have you in bed by at most two in the morning. I get lonely and I want you to get some good rest."
"Make it three and I'll be there." he said begrudgingly.
"Deal." you replied, giving him one more kiss. "I love you." you said to him before heading upstairs to make him some coffee.
Looking up at the ceiling above him, hearing you step to the kitchen he sighed.
"I love you too." he said quietly before grabbing the papers he filled out and heading to the table to configure the data, making sure to have a good stopping point by three.