#hank anderson x reader

[verascrow]

Just finished my first run of D:BH-

WHO’S TRYNA FUCK THE OLD MAN!

[mx-pastelwriting]

Saving My Fanfiction Work

First. Side note: This post was only intended to give resources to fanfiction writers and enjoyers. My talk on recent political events was a context/reasoning on why I made this post. Also I’ve had to add more information to this post over time due to people’s confusion in my comments. Explaining it was to make sure that this post didn’t come off as out of the blue for my followers and this community. Which is fanfiction.

Also, why I made this post was from people asking if they could download my fanfiction because of the recent political events in America hence why I named it “saving my fanfiction work” and added my context. So this was also a post to tell people that liked my fanfiction they could download it as long as it was for their personal collection. I merely just wanted to list resources to people who wanted to download fanfiction and don’t know where to start or don’t have the immediate resources. I’m not here to fear-monger. I am just giving resources and the reasoning on why I’m giving them along with urging people to look into those information/recent events as staying aware is important. I respect everybody who’s given their opinion and yes, some of my grammar in this post is not adequate as this post was merely made for giving/stating resources.

Lastly, I will no longer update this post with comments as I’ve said my peace, nor will I pay attention to the notifications as they are muted. As my page is for fanfiction not politics. Thank you for the people in this community who share this post for the resources see you around the tags! Stay safe friends!!✨ Remember I love you! And you are loved!💛

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Due to the recent events in the United States. To clarify the recent events being Trump becoming president of the United States, Project 2025 more than likely going to be integrated. If you are not familiar with Project 2025 I urge you to look it up.

Along with the KOSA bill that has many problems and it has passed the senate now needing the finally vote in the house, which both are majority red. Go here to learn more on why it needs to be stopped and how you can. This is another component that will harm our communities. Go to: stopkosa.com

With all of its harmful plans some of the plans are to take down/restrict internet sites that have LGBTQ+ communities that means communities like the fan-fiction communities/sites in the United States.

I am only giving resources to those inside and out of the US in case they banned sites that hold fan-fiction. Better safe than sorry.

Being that I live in the US the possibly of mine and many others Fanfiction has the possibly of being in danger. Therefore I'm giving you recourses. (I'm not leaving or stopping my writing, I'm here for the fight!)

For those wanting to save my fanfiction, I give you permission to download them off of AO3 and to be used for your personal collection. Meaning, your eyes only. To clarify I’m saying this as others have asked if they could download my fanfic so for those who would like to you can.

If you do not know how to download them many others on online have tutorials on how to download them and add them to our phone libraries.

Here are some links to tutorials:

Downloading Fanfic

Adding to Iphone & Android Library

Adding to Kindle Library - Video on How (On TikTok)

Adding Book Covers (At the bottom) - Good EPUB Cover Changer (I use this)

Types of Files and What they mean

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DO NOT share the downloaded file anywhere online.

DO NOT repost the downloaded file under your name.

Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

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Please stay safe out there friends! I love you so much! Know that there will always people that love you and in for the fight to make sure you are loved!

And here are some resources in case you don’t feel okay! Resources here

[yandereunsolved]

ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ Hank Anderson Moodboard ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

── .✦ ᨒ Which Lieutenant are you? 1-9 ᨒ

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

Where/how I feel like they would take you out on a first date!!!

Connor; he did alot of research on your favorite things and what humans usually liked to do, especially on a first date. He figured it would be nice to just talk with you and bring you out to a park for a walk, maybe sit down and hold hands or something. He's definitely very vanilla when it comes to dates, but he's still trying!!

Markus; definitely takes you to somewhere fun. Wether that be an arcade, a carnival or fair, he just wants the both of you to have fun together. He likes seeing you happy, plus he would like to try stuff like games and fun things with you <3

Kara; would probably prefer to stay somewhere safer like inside, but you could convince her to go out if you really tried. She just wants the both of you to be okay and safe. Would make some food for you and watch TV and cuddle sm 😭

Simon; sweet boy oml. Would do probably anything for you, would stay inside, take you out, buy you stuff, anything!! Being a domestic model for kids, he probably knows how to cook decently too. Asks for a hug and maybe a kiss after the date 🤭

Gavin; Prick, but he does semi care. Might take you out to get a burger or a coffee if he's feeling generous, but would actually care about what you want. Would share his food or drink with you, it's like a love language for him at this point. Basically demands you two hold hands or lock arms

Hank; he thinks he's too old for dating anymore, so he would let you pick and drag him around to a store or around town. Like gavin, would definitely appreciate it if you two stopper and got some lunch while out. Giving Sumo a bath is like a date for you two, he really needs help washing the big dog 😭

North; she might act like she doesn't care, she kinda does. She wants to do what she mostly wants to do, but also takes your thoughts into consideration. You two will probably cause some trouble around town or mess with some of the other androids in Jericho or town. She loves getting closer to someone while having fun <3

Ralph; LET HIM DO IT FOR YOU 😭 he will be so sad if you try to plan against his plans. If he's going out with you, you already have him trusting you alot. Will accidentally rant about plants the entire time since he feels like he can share it to you. Definitely wants to garden with you, and will try to cook (he really does try his best)

Elijah; he's rich, he's gonna treat you like royalty (probably). Honestly I think he knows how to cook, but be might make one of his other androids cook something for the two of you. Would probably build an android just for you as a sign of affection or some shi 😭 let's you run his credit card up

Daniel; he really, really cares about everything. If it's an at home date, he will clean the entire place and made it look amazing and set up a little area for a date. Probably wants to build a pillow fort. If you two go out, he will be a little anxious and holding his hand makes him feel alot better <3

Nines; honestly probably doesn't like dates too much, will complain the entire time but does go with you if you go out, wants to make sure you're not being stupid. Will want to have a long conversation about anything, and will more than likely want to be next to you no matter what during/after the date wherever yall went

Luther; huge sweetheart fr 😭 would love to stay home and cuddle or just take care of anything you need. He loves to make sure you're alright. He will probably go out to a small quiet area with you and just sit in silence and hold hands, maybe say he loves you

Jerry/s; obviously gonna take you to an amusement park, maybe their own amusement park since they miss having visitors 😔 they're always cheery and happy so they would love to do anything, play in the snow, play games, talk, anything!

[all-gummed-up-inside]

a pathetic Hank? <33

A/N: this has been in the drafts for so long, I’m sorry anon

I fucking live for the idea of pathetic pervert!Hank, he’s *supposed* to be a police lieutenant, someone you could count on and trust! so how come he’s in the DPD’s grungy bathroom jerking off like it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to? He tried not to! Honestly! But it’s just so hard not to stare when you wear tight shirts like that, or speak so seductively to him <3

Hank would probably lose it if Fowler ever decided to partner you and him up together for a case, this is *supposed* to be a simple homicide case, but his mind is already too far down the gutter just by being in the same car as you :( probably thinking about sneaking off somewhere to take care of his hard on before it gets too bothersome, rubbing his thighs together minutely to try and release some tension.

Hank somehow gets worse once you two start dating, because now he has access to things like your clothes or intimate photos of you <3 he’s like a dog in heat sometimes with how desperate he can get at times, always needing to get his dick wet.

Hank is a full on service top! Dom or sub, doesn’t matter, he just wants to watch as his cock sinks into you. He could honestly cum just from the sight alone if you really wanted him to <3

[shadowheartshapedbox]

finally got into dbh where my fellow hank anderson fuckers at

[casuallybeez]

Spar [Hank Anderson]

|| Hank Anderson x Trans Male Reader

↳ The first request for Hank, I hope it's acceptable.

Summary || Invited to spar, Hank finds that he likes the sergeant more than he expected.

CWs: Top scars, ground fighting

SERGEANT L/N WAS a strong-willed man. Often, his hard-headedness leads to issues in the workplace. He never backed down from a challenge, no matter how stupid. Most people knew this about him.

Most people knew Hank Anderson for his choice of words. Hank made it known that he did not want to be buddies with anyone. He was standoffish and crude to those who approached. Thus, many avoided him.

Y/N had heard the rumors, but he didn't think Hank was as bad as everyone said he was. His rational thoughts told him that no one was completely closed off. That meant even the lieutenant.

The well-intentioned man found his way to Hank's desk. Hank looked up with a scowl, "The fuck you want."

Y/N's smile brightened at the words, "You've got quite the mouth, huh, lieutenant?" Hank's unwavering scowl remained. It didn't off put Y/N in the slightest; Hank's distaste only made him more confident.

"Get the fuck out of here." Hank's tone was one of loathing. Y/N's toothy grin fixed upon his face. Hank's demeanor wasn't going to change Y/N's mind about becoming friendly with the lieutenant.

"No thanks, I'll stick around a little longer." Y/N's teasing voice rang in Hank's ears. He could tell there was no scaring off the sergeant. No matter how hard Hank tried, within the thirty minutes, Y/N stuck around. He could not shake him off.

It had been a year since that incident, and Y/N's plan had worked. He had wormed his way into being Hank's friend. Some saw it as a waste of time, while others thought it was admirable. The lieutenant's and sergeant's friendship would be closer than expected.

"Hey, Hank, care to spar today? Hope those old man joints won't affect your performance." Y/N wasn't much younger than the lieutenant. He just liked teasing him for being 53.

"You're 49, Y/N. You'll be 50 and an old man like me too, shithead." Hank rolled his eyes, standing up from his terminal. Y/N chuckled, the wrinkles near his mouth creasing, showing his age, "but sure. I'll spar."

The two walked and chatted together in the sparring area. Both were already in grey t-shirts, ready to spar. Y/N let out a sigh, stretching his arms behind his head.

"Ground fighting?" Hank suggested. Y/N quickly nodded, lunging toward Hank and tackling him to the ground. The goal was to put the other person in a position where they could handcuff them.

Hank groaned from the surprise attack but wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist, attempting to pull him around. Y/N had already thought that through. He kept Hank pinned to the ground, where Hank couldn't flip him. The only issue now was to get the handcuffs on his wrists.

Hank was smart. He slid his legs under Y/N, thrusting him off of Hank. Y/N flew back before returning to his grasp. Hank's tactics didn't deter Y/N in the slightest. It only fueled his wanting to win.

In the end, Y/N won. Hank wasn't shocked at all, as he knew the outcome. Y/N had a more muscular build than Hank; it was inevitable how it would turn out.

"Good match," sweat glistened off of Y/N's face. The same went for Hank, "Yeah, good job."

They decided to head to the showers. After all, they were both drenched in sweat. They didn't want to stink up the office. 

The showers were unnotable. There wasn't anything special about them. Y/N grabbed his usual clothing from his locker and set them on the bench.

Y/N pulled off his shirt, folding it neatly and putting it in his bag to bring home and wash. He did the same for the rest of his things. The showers were separated, so you didn't have to stare awkwardly at your co-workers.

The water started off freezing hold, causing Y/N to hiss and quickly back away. Y/N waited for the water to heat up before returning to his wash. The shower wasn't long, as Y/N didn't take his time. He just rinsed off the sweat and left.

He pulled up his briefs quickly before Hank came out. He stopped, very obviously staring at Y/N. Y/N rested against the lockers, a nervous look adorning his face.

"Sick scars, man." Hank laughed anxiously. His eyes looked elsewhere, embarrassed at how long he was staring.

"Thanks, the doctor made them himself." Y/N relaxed a bit. Rationally he knew Hank would be alright with it. However, there was always the fear that he would tell everyone in the office.

"Oh. OH." Hank clearly did not understand where the scars came from at first. His face flushed as he laughed at himself. Y/N started to cackle, too, at the ridiculousness of it all.

When Hank looked up, his face was still beet red. Y/N's snickering tailored off, and the locker room was quiet again. Hank's redness didn't fade as Y/N thought it would.

"Why so red, Hank?" Y/N teased. Y/N was trans, and it mortified Hank that he never knew. At least, that was the logical reason Y/N came up with in his head.

He didn't expect Hank to start pouring out the feelings he had been hiding for Y/N all this time. That was the least probable cause in Y/N's head. But at the same time, he was relieved.

"Hank, settle down. I like you too, okay?" Hank had crumpled to the ground. Y/N crouched down as he spoke and placed his hand on Hank's shoulder. Hank looked up, his eyes full of shock and fear. What happened next? Where would it lead?

"Are you being serious, or are you just fucking with me?" A defeated expression was laden on his face. Y/N lips curled up into a grin, "I promise I'm serious, fuckface."

Hank tackled Y/N into a hug, causing the air to press out of Y/N's lungs. A strained cough left Y/N. Hank quickly retracted his hug.

"Oh fuck! Sorry, sorry." Hank laughed, a genuine smile on his face. Y/N was still lying on the ground, trying to catch his breath, "It's fine, I'm fine, I promise."

|| Word Count: 1,055

[gatitties]

Hi, lovely! I've got a request for Hank Anderson from DBH! Would you write about a female reader who helps him get his life back together? As in, cleaning around the house and shopping for new clothes with him and convincing him to get a haircut. You know, to help him get out of that depression spiral the poor man has been living in for years. I'd appreciate some romantic/fluffy interactions between the two, if that's okay!

Oh, also, I think it'd be funny if reader teamed up with Connor to convince Hank to be more active

Thank you! <3

─Hank Anderson x fem!reader

─Summary: Your walk ends up being a reminder that there is still a lot to overcome, but that Hank will always have you by his side.

─Warnings: mention of suicide

"Connor?" you took your hands out of your pockets to greet him, letting the cold winter wind hit your warm skin, you watched as the cyborg stood in front of the door without moving "Isn't Hank home?"

"Ah, I'm glad to see you, I don't know, I've been calling for a while, Lieutenant Hank hasn't shown up at his scheduled time at his office."

"I see…"

You frowned at the information, you were very worried about Hank, now you were really just taking a walk around the neighborhood, it was your day off, but you couldn't help but approach Hank's house, knowing that these last few months he had been more down, even after all this time and with the arrival of Connor into his life ─although accepted a little reluctantly─ you thought that everything was going to go much better than before, in fact, he made progress, but perhaps, the current date made him overthink too much about situations from the past, about the immovable destiny.

You took out a spare key that he had left you, you had to use it many times, countless days in which a bad feeling closed the mouth of your stomach and infected your mind like a plague, you are never prepared enough to see a person you love pointing a gun at their temple, and as much as you try to erase that disgusting image, it is not easy to forget. You open the door with a soft click, letting Connor in who already seems to be taking in the state of the house, he immediately informs you that Hank seems to be in the bathroom, the dining room and kitchen are a mess, there are bottles thrown around and chinese food lying around.

"I can pick all this up, could you check on the lieutenant?"

"You don't have to tell me twice, I'll let you know if I need help upstairs."

You heard murmurs in the bathroom, moving quickly, you opened the door, hoping not to see something grotesque, luckily, you only found a dejected Hank, with traces of vomit on his clothes and beard, his eyes met yours, they were tired, darkened, without shine or life, your heart crumpled, immediately you slid to his side, patting his shoulder.

"I'm disgusting… I don't even have enough courage to-"

"Don't go on" you cut him off angrily, not directed at him, but at the vulnerable situation he was in, he was still somewhat drunk "come on, let's clean you up a little, okay?"

You softened your tone, helping him stand up, he grabbed your shoulder and waist, a persistent dizziness made him stagger a little, you fought against the weight of his own body against yours, turning on the faucet, you were there for at least half an hour to make him look like a totally normal and functional person. You forced him to change his clothes, brush his teeth, among other basic things to keep up, you waited patiently in his room until he finished being a walking disaster, when the drunkenness began to subside the guilt began to take over him, he had lost count of how many times you had had to come to help him even when he didn't tell you that he was feeling bad.

He came in like a scolded dog, like a child who knew he had done something wrong and was going to be scolded, like a guilty person entering the police station, his head down, his shoulders hunched, his body betraying his thoughts, his weight making the mattress sink beside you, unable to look at you, he decided he needed to sort out his mind a bit before saying anything and you were patient.

"I'm sorry… I- the truth is I don't know how to thank you for all this, it's just that lately the sessions haven't progressed and it's like I'm still stuck at the same point, repeating the story over and over again, I feel frustrated, I really didn't plan to do…" he left the sentence hanging for a moment, looking at you quickly to see your expression, your lips pursed in a grimace of concern, but you didn't seem upset "none of that, it's embarrassing because I thought I was over it, but I just- uh- I drank too much last night."

You sighed nasally, you weren't the one to lecture him about this, he already had a nice psychologist he went to for when this kind of thing happened, so you stuck to your role, comforting him and supporting him unconditionally.

"It's okay Hank, calm down, the truth is that it relieves me a lot and at the same time worries me, I'm going to cut your damn drinking habit."

He rolled his eyes, recovering his spirits minimally, he pushed you aside, getting up from the bed, you copied his actions, both of you going downstairs where Connor waited patiently, he had finished cleaning a while ago, but he thought it was better not to interrupt your talk, feeling like you were having an intimate moment.

"I'm glad to know that you're feeling better Lieutenant, but there's work to do."

"I know, I know… god, why did you let him in?"

He murmured the last part to you, you hit his arm moderately, looking at him as a warning sign, he just ignored you, grabbing his jacket along with a lighter and tobacco, he still had unfortunate comments with poor Connor, but it doesn't matter, you will jump to defend your android son tooth and nail.

The cold hit your face again when the door opened, indicating that the unexpected and short visit had come to an end, Hank signaled Connor to wait for him in the car, while you stayed a moment longer enjoying the company, he took your hands in his, wrapping them, his gaze shone slightly again when he looked at you, you didn't know if he was blushing because of what he was doing or because the cold began to penetrate your bones, but his cheeks ─just like yours─ began to warm up.

"I am very grateful to have you by my side, thank you for everything."

"Hank…" you looked away, feeling shy all of a sudden, your eyes wandering from your joined hands to his lips "that sounds stupidly cheesy."

You let out a small giggle, making his cheeks turn a deeper red, making him sputter out some denials about your statement, deciding that you were holding him back too long, seeing as he was in for a good scolding for being late to work, you cut the whole scene short with a quick kiss on the lips, leaving the man speechless, you left as quickly as you came, solving problems, but creating others, at least he would know how to deal with the kind of problems you caused him, one day you would make his poor heart burst.

"Do people feel better if you kiss them? I've been noticing that lately, I can give you a kiss too if you tell me you're not feeling well, Lieutenant."

"Shut up Connor, it doesn't work like that."

"Could you explain it to me, then?"

"Can't you look it up on the internet or something?" his cheeks returned to a more natural color, remembering the sensation you left on his lips "God, you better not look anything up, you might get more confused."

[htchnr]

anyone in 2025 still interested in Hank Anderson? 🫣🫠 working on rewriting an old DBH detective!reader series i had posted on my old blog...

(it's veryyy close friends to lovers with Hank following the game's storyline 🫣) EDIT; ITS POSTED HERE!

i've been replaying the game recently and i'm thinking of maybe posting it soon once i've got a few chapters fully finished.. (and if anyone's still interested..)

[mx-pastelwriting]

me: feeling like I'm using the words your and you too much, but I'm fucking writing in the second person.

[aspenmissing]

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𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝙶𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚎𝚍

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚞𝚜

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𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

Imagine pegging Hank 🙏

He's all upset and in denial, saying he won't like it and that it's a waste of good time on doing something he won't like. Being older now, he definitely hadn't been laid in a while (probably) and he definitely has never been pegged before. But that's okay, you're here to help him out!

He looks a little intimidated by the sight of the strap on, he doesn't know what to do. It feels so embarrassing having his legs spread and being on the bottom for once. He's definitely a bit hesitant when you finger him to stretch him out, but soon relaxes and gets really into it, to the point where he's moaning a bit and mumbling about not stopping. He definitely gets pissy when you pull your fingers out right when he was about to cum.

Shuts up as soon as he feels the tip press against him. Being all open and stretched out now, the strap on easily slides into him and makes him grunt and hold onto the bed sheet below him. His eyes are a bit wide as he attempts to prop himself up to watch it slide in, the sight making him feel even better. When it bottoms out, he has to take a small break to get used to it.

After a while of fucking him, he'll have a pillow under his his to help him and will be on his stomach, trying to move back into you and cussing like a sailor, his hair all messy and face redder than when he gets drunk. Now, he will sometimes ask for it, but usually you have to figure out his signs for wanting to be pegged again <3

[sufferthesea]

Flash Fiction Friday #30 (Detroit: Become Human)

Word: Session 

Pairings: Hank Anderson x Reader

Warnings: None

Lieutenant Hank Anderson had been through a lot. Being shot, being stabbed, getting divorced, losing his son. He considered himself fairly tough, and not all that emotional. Okay, he was emotional, but his emotions were usually anger and annoyance. But he didn’t cry, and he didn’t get warm and fuzzy. 

Hank figured he’d seen it all, done it all, survived it all. But this was something completely new to him. He was hesitant – resistant, even – to do it, but his back and hips and everything were screaming at him to get it over with. Not to mention that Fowler said that he couldn’t return to work until he’d gotten it done. So, Hank weighed his options, and one awkward session at your clinic was better than a week of unpaid leave. 

So now Hank is at your clinic, sitting almost angrily on the soft chiropractic couch while you jot down notes on his condition. 

“And this started when?” 

“Years ago. It doesn’t bother me that much. I’m just here because my boss made me.” 

“Right. I get a lot of blue-collar folks in here. Manual labor is hard on the body. Do you mind standing up and walking from that wall to this wall? I’d like to see your spine alignment.” 

Hank gets to his feet and winces, pain shooting through his back. You make a note. 

He walks back and forth, trying to disguise the pain he’s in, but something is very screwy at the moment. His last job, with Connor of course, ended with Hank taking a tumble off someone’s porch and into their hedges. All the cuts and scrapes were minor and have since scabbed over. He’s still got bruises all over, but his back and neck are what have been killing him. 

“Okay. Your hips are misaligned. That can happen from an accident, years of walking poorly, or even age. I suspect some ribs are also out of place. All of that will affect your neck and back. I’m going to have you lie face down on the bench here and we’ll get started.” 

Hank struggles to get himself onto the bench and settle into the cool pleather headrest. He squirms a little as you adjust his head and begin working along his neck. Your fingers are cool and soft, not at all how he expected them to be. 

“So, you’re a police officer?” you ask, trying to fill the silence. 

“Yeah,” he grunts, keenly aware of your fingers on his shoulders. “Lieutenant, actually.” 

“Oh, that’s quite impressive.” Your hands skate over his spine and across the span of his back toward his ribs. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be, I dunno, cracking things? Not doing a massage?” 

“Massage is half of our work. If we don’t relax the muscles, we won’t be able to readjust your skeleton properly, and you may even get hurt. I promise, we’ll get to the adjustments soon.” 

Hank opens his mouth to complain but instead he lets out a long groan mixed with a pained cry. 

“That’s a sore spot,” you say so he doesn’t have to. “I can already feel how misaligned everything is. You’ve also got a lot of knots in your muscles, and I can see bruises all over. It’s going to be pretty painful when I adjust you and do the full massage. Are you okay with that?” 

“Get it over with,” he groans into the headrest. 

You prep Hank, pulling out a bottle of massage oil, a pair of gloves, and all your tools. You line everything up on the counter and turn back to Hank. 

“I’m going to have you flip over onto your back. I’ll start with your neck and move down.” 

Hank follows your directions with a lot of groans and sighs. Once he’s lying correctly, you begin working the muscles in his neck, down to his shoulders. You feel the knots loosening and the bones shifting. You cup his chin in one hands, and the back of his head with the other. You gently turn and twist his head, feeling for the moment everything is lined up so that you can … 

CRACK!

Hank lets out a shout that sends the pigeons outside flying into the sky. You keep holding his head, rubbing a soothing circle along his neck. 

“You’re okay. It’s loud and kinda scary, isn’t it? But I promise, you’re okay.” 

Hank takes far too long for his liking to catch his breath. “That … What the hell?” 

“Have you ever been to the chiropractor before?”

“No.” 

“That explains it. You’ve got all these decades of stress and pain being stored in your body. I’m going to do the other side of your neck, okay?” 

Hank nods. 

You move his head to the other side, feel for the muscles and bones and – 

CRACK!

Hank shouts again, squeezing his eyes shut. “That was louder than the last one.” 

“Does it feel better?” 

He blinks up at the ceiling light and turns his head side to side. “It does.” 

“Good. I’m going to start working on the rest of your body now, okay?” 

“Sure. Fine.” 

You spend the next forty-five minutes poking, prodding, cracking, popping, and aligning. Hank makes a series of progressively grateful noises. When you finally finish the massage down the length of his body, ending with his feet, you look up to see that Hank is asleep. A few tears have slipped out, rolling down his face. He snores softly. 

You quietly clean up your work space, putting all the tools and oils away. Then you gently shake Hank’s shoulder to wake him. He jolts awake and looks up at you, a few more tears slipping down his face. His face flushes pink and he hurries to sit up. 

“Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” 

“It’s perfectly fine. That means I’m doing a good job. How do you feel?” 

“Great, Honestly. I–” He stops to wipe the tears off his cheeks and blushes deeper. 

“It’s normal to cry or have overwhelming feelings during a chiropractor visit, especially if you’ve been in pain for a long time. Can I have you walk back and forth again? Like you did earlier.” 

Hank follows the directions and doesn’t groan once. 

“Your hips and shoulders are definitely more aligned, and I notice you’re not wincing. How do you feel walking?” 

“I haven’t been able to walk like this in, I dunno, years. Way before that stupid accident.” He twists his torso from side to side, lifts his arms above his head, rolls his head back and forth. “I think you cured me.” 

You laugh. “Hardly. You’ll have to come back for another session or two. But I should’ve gotten you to a place where you can work.” 

Hank actually smiles at you. “I owe you, Doc. You are a doctor, right?” 

“I am. I’m glad that I was able to help you. We can schedule your next session at the front desk.” 

“Okay …” Hank plants his hands on his hips and twists again. “So, Doc … You’re, uh … human, right?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I mean, you’re not a robot, right?”

You laugh. “No, I’m not an android, Lieutenant. Were you expecting one?” 

“Well, you never know. Um, so … when are you free, Doc?” 

You smile and nod toward the door. “The secretary out there will get you set up for your next appointment. I don’t know my bookings off the top of my head.” 

“No, uh …” Hank clears his throat and seems to just notice he’s still shirtless. He blushes all the way down to his chest and yanks his shirt on. “I was wondering if you were free on, I dunno, a weekend or evening.” 

“I don’t work weekends or evenings. Are you worried about having to take time off of work? Since this is part of your workman’s comp claim, you won’t be penalized for coming here during work hours.” 

“Doc?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You sure you ain’t a robot?” 

You laugh in confusion. “Yes. Why?” 

“I dunno. I guess it was pretty obvious that I was trying to ask you out. Unless you knew that and you were trying to pretend you didn’t …” An embarrassed look floods his features. “Forget I said anything. It’s probably not the place, anyway.” 

You bite your tongue and say, “Lieutenant, I promise that I didn’t realize you were asking me out.” 

“And now you do and you want me to leave? I get it, Doc. Wrong place, wrong time.” 

“Well, it is a bit inappropriate for me to go on a date with a client, but if you were to, say, see me on the sidewalk after my shift ends – in about, let’s see, fifteen minutes? – and asked me out, then I can’t see anything wrong with that.” 

Hank stares at you and a small smile begins to spread over his face. “Alright. When and where?” 

“Well, Lieutenant, you know I don’t work weekends or evenings. And as for where … I don’t mind as long as it’s not a cop bar. I fear I’ll run into too many clients there.” 

“Okay, sure. I know a place. Should I pick you up?” 

You point to the door. “You can schedule your next appointment at the front desk. We’ll figure everything else out in …” You check your watch. “Twelve minutes.” 

“Right. Uh … Thanks, Doc. I’ll go schedule that …” 

“I look forward to seeing you again. In a professional capacity, of course.” 

“Of course. I’ll see ya … in about twelve minutes.” 

You smile, feeling yourself blush. “See you then, Lieutenant Anderson.” 

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Fic requests!

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Apex Legends

Revenant

Octane

Loba

Bloodhound

Fuse

DBH

Ralph

Connor rk800

Hank Anderson

Gavin reed

Markus

Five Nights At Freddys

Foxy

Monty Gator

Glamrock Freddy

Sun and/or moon

Game of thrones

Daenerys Targaryen

Jon Snow

Sandor Clegane (the hound)

Tyrion Lannister

Jaime Lannister

Greys Anatomy

Callie tores

Mark Sloan

Derek Shepherd

House of the dragon

Aemond Targaryen

Undertale

Sans

Misc Characters

Thomas Brown Hewitt

[shadowheartshapedbox]

by the grace of the gods, this fat dab, and spotify — i will get this fic written ‼️

[queen-of-ass-eating]

I actually wanna ride Hank Anderson’s cock while he’s tied up trying to hold back sobs not to look pathetic his hips jerking up as he lets out little groans and whimpers while i gently scratch his chest with my nails