(Discovered you through Lackingspace after I came back from my hiatus, and omg I love your works so much - straight up god tier. 🙏🏻💖)
Could I please request a fic or drabble of Dan Cain and a transmasc reader Eiffel towering a tied up, disgruntled Herbert West? Reader with a strap or not, whichever position, I’ll leave it up to you and your wonderfully devious creative mind. 🫡
Hello! So, love this request, love that you found me through Lackingspace, Harley is THE GOAT, and so glad you asked for this! At last, another Multi-May fic is here! This one was so fun to do, the amount of trans reader fics is shamefully low and the least I can do is try to help out on that front as much as I can! So let's get into it.
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Hard Reset.
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3K. Herbert West/Dan Cain/Trans Masc! Reader. He/Him Pronouns. Warnings: Established Relationship. Herbert Being Hebert. Some Softness And Domesticity. Threesome. Bickering. A-Frame. Eiffel Tower. Strap-On Sex. Face Fucking. Blow Job. Oral Sex. Anal Fingering. Anal Sex. Raw Sex. Denial. Dirty Talk. Mocking. Honestly Kinda Bratty Bottom Herbert. He Can't Shut Up. Taunting. Ropes. Restrained Herbert. Begging. Mentions Of Aftercare.
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You and Dan are staying out of the basement tonight. You have traded in cold concrete and the surgical slab for a warm dinner, the couch, and a movie on the TV. Usually Dan will be down there with Herbert for work, and you will be there too, to assist as needed or follow your own pursuits while nearby. Honestly if you didn’t make the effort to be wherever they are, the amount of time you’d get with the pair of them would be nowhere near enough. All good relationships take work and compromise after all, so you don a sweater to fight the chill and hang in the basement to get your fill of their company.
The reason for tonight’s change of scenery is Herbert’s building frustration, paired with Dan’s and your inability to relieve it. The situation has been worsening for days and there has been nothing the pair of you can do. He has hit a wall in his research and refuses to let it go. He isn’t taking care of himself properly, isn’t eating right, refusing to sleep. Further still, Herbert is insistent that he push through and no amount of badgering is going to get him to listen to reason. So you and Dan do the only thing you can, you pull back. Let him do what he feels like he needs to and save your remaining sanity in the process. If you continue to prod it will only increase the friction and cause more unnecessary fights. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, and it won’t be the last you are sure of it. Herbert always comes out the other side, at this point all you can do is give him time.
The now empty plates from dinner are on the table, and the movie is half over. You are curled into Dan’s side and feeling extremely relaxed until you hear hurried footfalls stomping up the basement stairs. A brief and curious look is shared until Herbert comes storming into the living room, as soon as he enters both of your eyes are fixed on him.
You greet him first, “Heya Herbie, any breakthroughs to report?”
He scoffs with a roll of his eyes before responding bitterly, “No, none! Same as yesterday, same as it’s been this entire blasted week.”
Leading you to ask, “So then what brings you back to the world of the living?”
Dan nudges your shoulder and sighs, “Be nice to him, don’t make his bad mood worse.”
You dutifully shut your mouth under Herbert’s harsh glare as he stares you down. His hands are resting on his hips as he leans forward and inquires in a rather biting tone, “May I speak without any other cute pithy remarks?”
Lips still sealed you make a sweeping gesture with your hand, encouraging him to speak his mind. He begins to expound as he starts to pace, “I was downstairs, trying to make progress and nothing was working. It’s been days with no headway and I can’t take it any longer. I decided to try and figure out how to get out of this terrible rut-”
You and Dan watch Herbert as he walks from right to left over and over, your heads following his trail as if watching a tennis match.
Herbert presses on, explaining himself further, “-and I thought back to the other times I made major breakthroughs. I tried to find some correlation and finally, what might just fix this hit me!”
You are very interested as you ask, “Well don’t keep us in suspense, what is it?”
Herbert is a very smart guy, you don’t love all of his ideas, but even you have to admit that at times he comes up with some truly stellar ones. Like the current situation you are in was all him. Herbert is on his side, wrists tied together behind his lower back, and Dan currently between his legs working well-lubed fingers into him. He is looking flush with his glasses slightly askew, a light sheen of sweat accumulating on his naked body, his breathing slightly laboured. You are watching with great interest while you are checking that the rest of the rope rig is good, not too tight but secure enough to not let him move more than you want. The ropes are framing his shoulders and arms, they wind down, making it so that his legs won’t be an issue either. Fingers hook under some of the ropes hugging his waist, and you tug twice, satisfied with your work you pull back.
You ask Dan, “How’s he doing?”
Herbert scoffs before saying in a clipped tone, “You can’t ask me? I’m right here.”
Your response is in an equally annoyed fashion, “I don’t care what you have to say right now, you’re being exceedingly difficult and unnecessarily rude. It was your idea to do this but you sure as shit didn’t make tying you up easy.”
“The ropes were not my idea, they were yours-” He starts, but you cut him off, “-Because we want you to stay in one fucking spot, my God.” You turn your eyes away from Herbert’s face, looking over his body to your fellow partner, prompting him to answer your previous question, “Dan?”
Daniel responds, “He’s opening up, slowly. I’m still on two fingers. As per usual, he’s too tense and can’t relax.” The end of the jab is punctuated with a sharp slap to Herbert’s ass with his hand that currently isn’t a few knuckles deep.
“I can help with that and shut him up at the same time.” You promise as you start to take off your pants quickly.
“Oh lucky me.” Herbert retorts.
He knows he needs rest, knows he needs to relax, but he can’t make his mind calm down enough to do anything but try and press forward on his work. So what is the conclusion he has come to? He realized that the times after you all engage sexually to the point that he is truly and thoroughly exhausted? His mind quiets enough and his body is so fatigued sleep claims him easily. He wakes up renewed, able to do what is needed, eat and clean himself and get back into his work with fresh eyes. In short? He needs to get fucked extremely well, so his brain can do a hard reset, you and Dan are all too happy to provide. Not only because you want him to stop being such a whiny asshole and chill out, but because the times you and Dan use Herbert like this are indescribably pleasurable. It is great for bonding and helping release some of your own frustration over how Herbert has been treating you both for the past several days.
With your pants and underwear removed you thread your fingers in short black hair and pull as you adjust his head to a better angle for what you want. You move closer and rest your knee on the mattress he is lying on, you are near enough to feel his hot breath on your already throbbing dick. You yank on his hair and command, “Open up.”
His lips do part from how roughly you pull, and you take your moment to slip yourself between his plush and wet lips. Your head tips back, and you sigh out, “Fuck yes.”
You don’t waste time, your own need had already been stirred by the incredible view, you slowly start to grind against and fuck his face. It feels so good, the way his lips feel wrapped around you, the heat alone is fantastic, forget about the slick even pressure. You can’t resist looking down at him and God you pulse from the view. Herbert’s flushed face, his eyes glaring daggers up at you while you occupy his mouth. He hates having to give in to his body’s physical needs, hates how much he needs this and gets off on it and honestly, you love to see how he struggles to reconcile it still. In fact, it is almost as delicious as the sight of him struggling against the ropes.
You move your hips, work against his mouth and taunt him, “You can suck better than that, I know you can.”
Purposefully poking at him, trying to stir up his competitive nature, make him work as hard as possible to please you is endlessly fun. He takes the bait. His brows furrow, eyes slipping closed as he redoubles his efforts, and sending another shockwave of pleasure through you. Soon the combination of suction and him winding his tongue around sensitive tissue, has your other knee threatening to buckle.
This is just an opener, something to whet your appetite and distract Herbert enough to get him prepped for the next part. In minutes, it has worked, he’s become so distracted while sucking your dick that his body relaxes enough for Dan to work a third finger into him. He thrusts, curls and scissors them in and out until at last he declares, “I’m getting more lube, you ready for the main event?”
You breathe out, near giddy, “Yes I am.”
Dan’s fingers slide out, and you relish the weak moan of loss from Herbert as you pull back, reaching for the strap harness you’d already placed nearby. Slipping into it is an easy and well practiced ritual, as you are tightening the straps on your hips you look over to see Herbert and fucking Hell. He looks so debauched already. The flush on his face has travelled down his neck and is staining his chest, his lips are swollen from you fucking into it over and over and the mess of you has marked his chin. His hair is wrecked from your fingers knotting into it and his glasses have slipped much further down his nose, you should honestly take a picture of him because you don’t think the memory burned into your brain will be good enough.
Herbert’s voice cuts through your musing bringing you back to the present moment, “Are you going to get back to the task at hand or are you just going to stare at me all evening?”
You think he is right, you really should shut him up again, he is much more attractive when he is gagging on you. With a weary exhalation as you finish prepping yourself, you say, “You know you really know how to ruin a moment. I was just thinking about how good you look, and then you just had to start talking and shatter the whole thing.”
Dan pipes up then, sounding more amused than perturbed, “On and on, it never stops. You both bicker way too much.”
You are closer enough to press the head of the dildo affixed to your hips to Herbert’s mouth. Your reply is steeped in genuinely apology, “Sorry Dan, I know I’ve got to stop playing into it.”
Hands on the back of his head you start to push forward and Dan is behind him lubing himself ready to take him from the other side. He responds, “I’m not much better you know, he’s just so good at pushing buttons. Trust me, I get it.”
“Still-” You have slid about halfway in by this point, you breathe out, “-my apology stands.”
“It’s appreciated.” He informs, his lube slick hand rests on Herbert’s hip and his other hand closes around the base of his shaft, and he starts to slide inside.
The body you are both fucking into tenses, a moan vibrates up the shaft of the dildo and your hips jerk forward. You thrust all the way in, bottoming out, and you moan at the feeling that causes. The dildo you have was modified with Herbert’s help ages ago, the base of it has a textured part that grinds against you so fucking with the strap on provided actual physical stimulation making for much more natural feeling. This lets the toy feel like an extension of your actual cock, it is addicting, sends a rush to your head. It makes your body move on instinct, snapping your hips forward, helpless to do much else but chase the feeling. He at least works with you, puts in his own effort to help, bobbing his head up and down your shaft.
Dan’s own groan as he slides all the way inside sounds so hot, and that one vocal exclamation of pleasure truly sets you both in motion. You work together, find a good rhythm as you use and abuse Herbert’s body for your combined pleasure. Dan fucks in as you pull out, and he pulls out as you thrust in, over and over.
You see the moment Herbert’s brain leaves the party. Dan has been fucking into him at a good steady pace and Herbert has been responding in kind, squirming and gasping around the toy you are still sliding in and out of his mouth, when he changes the angle just right.
He has been purposefully avoiding hitting his prostate, a little payback for Herbert’s terrible mood and more, but now it is time to overwhelm him. Dan is battering that sweet spot perfectly. Herbert’s eyes go completely unfocused, he is looking upwards but not at you, no it’s more like he is looking past you. He isn’t actually seeing you, the location of where his gaze lands is a coincidence, his whole being is concerned with the radiating pleasure that is racking his whole body. One of your favourite things is playing with Herbert’s prostate, it is deliciously sensitive, he is so responsive when it’s touched, and can get pretty loud. Probably one of the best things about it, is that try as he might, he can’t cum from it alone, and all three of you have tried many times to make that happen. Many times over, and nothing can push him over. He needs at least a few small strokes of his dick to cum and let him splatter his release positively everywhere, and since you’ve tied him up? He is at your mercy, he isn’t cumming at all unless you both want him to.
You feel the pleasure continuing to mount and build in yourself as you watch Herbert’s body tense further with every forward push of Dan’s hips. Soon the trembling starts, he has lost all sense of rhythm as he tries to continue blowing you, but his attempts are pathetic. So you take over completely. Fingers in his hair you fuck his mouth brutally, and Dan speaks up, “Don’t care if he can’t breathe?”
You laugh lightly before your breathless admission, “He’s fine, I can hear him sucking in air through his nose, you aren’t gonna let him cum?”
“Not till we’ve both gotten off, he’s gotta earn it for what he put us through this week.” Dan informs, and you grin, a shake of your head with a joyful moan, “God, I love how mean you are sometimes.”
True to his word, Herbert doesn’t get off until you both do.
Your pleasure is sealed first, the build up is perfect, a steady arc that rises and rises making your pace become sloppy as you get close. “Fuh-fuck, his mouth is too good, I’m gonna cum.”
The groan that tears out of your throat sounds wrecked, but you could not care less, the resulting orgasm is phenomenal. You’ve buried the full length of the strap down Herbert’s throat, his nose is pressed to coarse hair as you rock your hips forward and back, fucking the tightness of his neck and drawing out every ounce of your high. You are panting on the come down when you pull out of him, the dildo is dripping in saliva and as soon as you slide out Herbert is coughing and gasping for air. A garbled curse is thrown at you, perhaps the word ‘asshole’, you aren’t sure.
The back of your hand wipes over your forehead, and you sigh out, “Oops, sorry.” with a smile, not actually meaning your apology whatsoever. You would have done way worse to him for an orgasm of that quality, you don’t feel the least bit bad about using his body to get off. Dan asked, “Good one?”
You exhale heavily before you praise, “Oh my God, yes. He did amazing.”
Finally, Herbert stops hacking and regains his composure enough to speak his voice is very rough, “Fucking Hell Daniel please, it’s been long enough-” He groans, “-let me cum!”
“God, he did a number on your throat. You did a good job.” Dan admits, fucking in harder. “M’ almost there, soon as I’m done, you can.” With another rough thrust in, he punctuates the action with a simple word, “Patience.”
He doesn’t last much longer, less than two minutes later his head is hanging forward as he ruts into him one last time and cums deeply with a long and low groan.
Herbert is begging, completely undignified, “Please, please, please-” Dan gives in, he hasn’t even fully come down before his hand closes around Herbert’s painfully hard dick. His orgasm hits in five strokes, while Dan is still held to the base in his ass. The mess of cum spatters on his chest and the sheets, his body twisting as much as the ropes allow him as he rides it out. You muse once again that a picture of Herbert like this would be an amazing keepsake.
When all is said and done, the ropes are untied, Herbert is cleaned up and his glasses taken off. Herbert doesn’t say anything, blissfully quiet, and totally spent. You make him drink a glass of water and eat a plate of the leftovers from the dinner you and Dan made, and he falls asleep as soon as he is done eating. Dan and yourself join him in bed and crash pretty hard too.
When you both wake up, Herbert is no longer in bed, and you just know, he is already back down in the basement. You pull closer to Dan and wrap an arm around him, deciding to go back to sleep. You can catch up with whatever breakthrough he’s surely making, later.
