#Hank Anderson DBH

[not-neverland06]

Connor: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Hank: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Connor: Death is a social construct.

[trashpanda6000]

Connor: “Would you slap your kid in the face for a million dollars?”

Hank: “I would roundhouse kick you in the face for free.”

Connor, tearing up: “I’m your kid?”

[lanelane04]

Third Piece of the Puzzle

I just wanna see a happy family with the reader, Hank and Connor so I impulsively wrote this up at like 1am and I have no idea where this is going. But let me know what you think! This will be a series but it depends on how well my commitment issues will take it.

TW: this does deal with depression and grieving, alcoholism (from Hank) and suicidal intentions. Most of the story takes place from the game itself but just as a warning, please read with caution if those are a trigger.

Very minimal use of (y/n)!

Word count: 2.1k

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Hank Anderson.

He used to be admirable, a role model to look up to. He was someone people would use as a good example of how to be a cop. He was intimidating at first, but after getting to know him? He was the person with the biggest heart out of anyone you knew. He had trained other members of the police force, watching them become good people of law enforcement and get assigned to new partners. He had the title of the youngest lieutenant in Detroit history for a reason. He earned that promotion.

But, after the unfortunate incident with his son, everything changed for the worse.

Who could blame him though? Getting into a horrific car accident on a cold winter day, waiting around for news while your son is having emergency surgery and only being told by the android, who performed the surgery, comes in with nothing but dreadful news.

He couldn't focus on anything else that damn android was saying. In his head, it was so clearly the androids' fault. It was the one who did the surgery, it was the one who couldn't save his son, it's all the robot's fault.

He became everything but a role model for beginner police officers. He started snapping easily, he started relying on alcohol to cope with his grief, his depression, and the spiralling, loud and intruding thoughts that rang in his head. He started rocking up to work after midday, he even skipped work a couple of times. He used to be this, he wasn't that, he never did this, you'll never hear the end of it and neither will he. He couldn't see a way out of the spiral but the alcohol makes things easier temporarily.

He's lucky enough that Captain Fowler won't fire him, even after countless threats for doing so. He's lucky enough to still have a job regardless.

This is where you come into the picture.

You were a detective, you were in the homicide division and very occasionally, you would get assigned a case dealing with deviant androids.

You were his partner. He helped you write reports and show you how they should be written properly. He trained you, he watched you move up the rank and become a detective. He even treated you out to dinner as a little congratulatory party. You were someone he was proud of.

He would get assigned cases with you often; him protecting you and vice versa. Putting oneself in risky situations which lead to arguments after the case.

"Did you even think about how you could've gotten yourself killed by doing that?!"

"They were about to shoot you and you think I'm going to stand back and watch that happen?!"

None of you would let the day end without making up though. Whatever argument happens between the two of you needs to be resolved before any of you go back home.

The two of you would grab lunch together on your breaks, you would hang out outside of work and just have a couple of drinks and talk about anything and everything. He also made sure that his intentions were nothing but friendly since he did not want you to take things the wrong way. Bitching about work, very certain people even, an incident that happened in one of your personal lives. He would occasionally invite you over to his place to play with his son and his lovable dog, Sumo. Sometimes he would even just invite you over to watch the game, only to be shushed by Cole whenever the two of you were being too loud.

He considered you one of his closest friends, family even.

He felt a little embarrassed to consider someone who was relatively younger than him as one of his closest friends, which earned a laugh out of you when he told you one night.

"Seriously, Hank? You're worrying over that?"

"Hey, I never said I was worried about it. I just find it a bit embarrassing being friends with a kid."

"Oh, come on! You're not that old, you're only... Double my age."

"You make me feel old."

But did he care about what others might think?

Never and that hasn't changed.

He started to decline your offers of going out for lunch runs. He wouldn't come up to your desk every morning and annoy you before starting his work. When the two of you went out drinking, it wasn't the same.

He would drink until he could barely walk while you would try and talk him out of the drinks. You would have to drive him home, force him to drink water, give mandatory pets to Sumo, and force him into bed.

Every time, right before you leave his bedroom, he would always call out to you and you would always reply.

"I'm sorry, please don't leave me."

"I'm always here for you, Hank."

Not matter how kind-hearted and understanding you can be of his situation, you need to look after yourself too. Doing this every single week for months on end? It's not healthy. He's becoming slightly dependent on you. It gets tiring looking after someone who's struggling, but if they're not doing anything to help themselves without relying on you, should you really be putting in all that time and effort in?

You can, but there's always a limit.

As much as you love Hank and his old man ways, you can't keep doing this. You're important too. You need to put yourself first.

So you started distancing yourself from him. It hurts doing so, but god was it painful for him to see you avoid him. Even the awkward small talk was unbearable. What happened to keeping things open between the two of you? You knew he would understand if you told him but would he take it well? Absolutely not. You were all he had after Cole's passing.

He knows it's his fault you haven't been doing well and he knows you're avoiding him for the sake of your well-being, he knows. Not only did he lose his son, but he had also managed to lose someone who was family to him, all because of him. It's another spiral he has fallen into.

Androids have become more and more popular. They're everywhere; running their owners' errands, working at any job and place you'll see, helping their owner with a task or simply keeping them company. They're only doing what they're told to do and what they're programmed for.

Captain Fowler had assigned him to be Hank's partner, even after knowing the hatred for androids the old man has. Connor had been assigned to cases involving deviant androids. As much as Fowler wanted him to start straight away, Hank didn't seem to come into work that day.

There was a lack of people in the station tonight, maybe the people on the night shift haven't started yet. The sound of faded pages flipping, chairs rolling and sluggish footsteps filled the room. He walked over to an officer and began his line of questioning.

"Excuse me, I hope I'm not disturbing you." You looked up at him, fatigue clear as ever on your face. You looked him up and down, taking in his presence before speaking. Why did they make an android look so handsome?

"Not at all, can I help you with something?"

"I was hoping you would know where Lieutenant Anderson is at this time." He saw your tired smile drop immediately. He thought of all the reasons as to why you suddenly seemed saddened by the name. What happened? Were you close? Did he do something to you?

"What's your business with him, if you don't mind me asking."

"Captain Fowler has assigned me to work with him as his partner. We will be working on cases involving deviant androids." His voice was monotone, with little to no emotion, no fluctuations in his tone, nothing like that. He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, patiently waiting for your response.

"Hank isn't going to like the news of that. I can't believe he's on deviant androids as well..." You mumbled to yourself. "He should be at Jimmy's Bar, I can show you the way there if you'd like?" He nodded to your request, stepping back as he watched you turn off your terminal and grab your jacket. He could easily find the bar himself and he should've declined your offer, it would've been quicker to find him, alone. "What's your name? I don't think I ever got it."

"My name is Connor, I've been sent by CyberLife to assist DPD." You introduced yourself, telling him about which division you're in. You brought up the fact that you have been assigned several cases involving deviants, more as a sign for him to know that he can go to you if he's stuck.

Not like he'll ever need the help.

The walk to the bar wasn't awkward, if anything, you were enjoying the interaction with the android. Connor was interesting, he's unique. It felt good within you, finally having a conversation that wasn't work-related or Detective Reed annoying the living shit out of you. You have other officers that interacted with you, but none filled the gap of a true connection. You missed it.

You missed Hank.

"May I ask you a personal question, detective?"

"Of course, you can, Connor. You're free to ask me anything. But please, just call me (Y/N)." You waited at the zebra crossing, waiting for the pedestrian lights to turn green because you know damn well Connor will be on your ass for jaywalking.

"What's your relationship with Lieutenant Anderson?" He looked down at you, observing your reaction. "You seemed upset by me mentioning him earlier. Has something happened between the two of you?" Do you tell him? Have you told anyone about what happened? Have you been bottling this all up this entire time? Was it right for you to just start emotionally spilling everything to him, at this very moment?

Wow, Hank was really your only friend at the station, how sad.

"We... We used to be close." You started hesitantly. How were you supposed to go on about this? Why is it taking so long for the light to go green? "I used to be his partner before I got my promotion. We still worked on cases together though, just not as much." The blaring noise of the pedestrian light going green interrupted. The two walked to the other side and continued their walk.

"I won't go into too much detail but... Something bad happened that turned Hank into the person he is today. I tried to help him but it was starting to have a bad impact on me when trying to look after him." You saw the neon sign of Jimmy's Bar come into view, making you stop in your tracks.

The feeling of anxiety rushed through you. You came here all the time. Was it because you knew that Hank was inside? When was the last time you talked to him? Or even made eye contact with him? You've spent so long avoiding him, even with occasional awkward small talk. When was the last time you sat down with him and had a chat about anything and everything? How long has it been?

"So I stopped talking to him, for my own sake. You can ask him about it but maybe after getting to know him a bit." The android stood in front of you and nodded. His circle LED showed an orange hue before going back to a calm blue. He had been listening intently to every word you spoke, making sure to not miss a single thing.

"I will head in and see if the lieutenant is inside. Thank you for showing me the way, have a good night." He gave you a nod before making his way towards the entrance of the bar.

"Wait, Connor." He felt the warmth of your hand grip around his wrist. He stared down at you, tilting his head in confusion. You looked like you were having an internal argument with yourself. The way you opened your mouth but nothing came out, the way you avoided making eye contact with him, the tight, trembling grip you had on his hand.

"Is something the matter?"

"Hank is a good person, Connor. He didn't use to be the person you're about to meet. Please trust me on that." Once again, his LED flickered an orange amber before returning to blue.

"I will keep that noted." When you finally looked up at him, relief shown on your face. You let go of his wrist but for some reason, he didn't want you to. He stared down at you, confused about the software instability notification popping up on his window. "I should get going now."

"Oh, of course! Sorry, Connor." And with that, you turned around and started making your way back to the station. Should he keep an eye on you until you got out of sight? It's late, anything could happen at this time of night. He's already stalled enough time on his current mission, he should be going now. He can't waste any more time.

Software Instability^

[incorrectquoteslobby]

Connor, to Hank: Hold on real quick, I just need to slide this debit card between your second belly roll, lemme just go ahead and-

Nine: *beeping noise*

Connor: Transaction complete :)

Hank: SHUT YOUR UGLY ASS THE FUCK UP-

[ash-writies]

Hii!! omg can i ask a nines x reader where she like gets hurt one time because shes always trying to be better than nines like they have this weird competition who can do those most impressive work and she confesses her love to him after a massive argument??

A/n: I’ve always been more of a Nines fan <3 I’ve stolen a lot of my headcanons from @pseudonymmcwriter , they’re amazing and I love their version of Nines! Go over and send them love if you haven’t already!!

Summary: Nines seems to be trying his best to work you up when you get assigned another case. You arrive at the scene to find it barren, that changes when you do a sweep of the house

Warnings: violence

2k Words

You looked up from your paper work in time to see Nines’ LED return to blue, indicating that he finished yet another document. You frowned and retuned to typing, if you had a computer in your head paperwork definitely wouldn’t take so long. Even though you completed it fast for a human, he still always left you in the dust. 

Nines glanced at you desk with a frown. He leaned over and tilted your monitor something like 5 degrees to the left. You scoffed and continued with your work, the way he always tried to correct you, even in unnecessary ways, left you fuming.

Once you wrapped up your paperwork another case was immediately dropped onto your desk. You didn’t even bother opening it and went to the break room. Hank was leaning against the counter waiting for the coffee to brew, “fresh pot?”

He turned and smiled at you, “yeah. How’s it going with the new partner?”

“It’s going,” you groaned, sinking into a chair, “he’s just really frustrating, he always acts like he’s better than me.”

“It was frustrating working with Connor at first,” he grumbled, pouring himself a cup, “but for different reasons I guess. I think it’ll get better with time.”

You sighed, “I hope you’re right, he’s driving me insane.” Once Hank was finished pouring himself a cup you stood to make your own. 

Just as you reached for the creamer and sugar, Nines rounded the corner, “have you reviewed the new case?”

“You mean the case that was set on my desk less than 30 seconds ago?”

“Three minutes and 43 seconds ago, yes.”

“No, I havent,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well you’ll have to review it on the way.”

You finished making your coffee, “I think we can wait a few minutes before heading out.”

He shot you a look of impatience, “as long as you make it quick.” You scoffed and walked past him to your desk. Even though you didn’t want to listen you reviewed the case as fast as possible and left with him to the scene, leaving a half empty cup of coffee in your wake.

There was no one there when you arrived, not even the victim, “are you sure we’re at the right house?”

Nines’ LED was amber, “of course.”

“You check down here, I’ll go upstairs,” you said not giving him a chance as you ascended the stairs. The house was probably built 70 years prior with owners that didn’t care about it. Some of the floorboards were bowed and rotted, the windows were smudged with smoke and dirt, and the walls that were once white were covered in hues of grey and yellow. You kept on hand on your holster as you reached the top of the stairs, the quietness of this place keeping you on edge. You opened one of the few doors and called, “Detroit Police! Anyone there?” 

Behind the first door you opened there was a desk, filing cabinet, and a bookshelf. You hummed and took another step into the room. It was very human, an android wouldn’t have a use for anything in there. The next room you stepped into was a bathroom. It was cozy and full of miscellaneous things like towels, makeup, and toilet paper. As you approached the final room you called down to Nines, “I don’t think anyone’s here.” 

You were about to make a joke about how the perfect RK900 made a mistake when you opened the door and an android ran at you. He slammed you against the wall and you barely moved to avoid a punch he threw at you. You didn’t give him room to make another attempt as you swept his foot out from underneath him. He grabbed your arm as he fell to the ground and you screamed as pain shot through your shoulder. You opened your mouth to call for Nines when you felt a hand wrap around your mouth. “Please,” the android muttered. You only raised your eyebrows as your partner rushed up the stairs.

“Step back!” his tone was void of anything, still it shot through your bones.

The android however, seemed unfazed, “I will if you let me go.” Nines’ eyes flickered towards yours in that moment of weakness. The android’s hand slid to your neck, “Let. Me Go.” You watched as Nines reluctantly pushed his gun onto the floor and lifted his hands into the air. The android hesitated before releasing you, but the moment he did he lunged at Nines, kicking the gun out of his reach. You watched the androids scramble on the floor and the android’s hand disappear beneath Nines’ shirt. You froze realising the android meant to kill Nines. You instinctively lunged at the android, wrapping him in a headlock and pulling him off of Nines. You twisted him so that you were pinning him to the ground. Nines crawled from behind you and subdued the android. Panting, you released him.

“Are you okay?” you asked, hand searching his stomach for scratches or torn plastic.

“I am fine,” Nines said, almost impatiently, “you have an anterior dislocated shoulder and need to seek immediate medical help.”

“I will once we get to the station,” you simply stated. You stood and lowered your good arm, offering to help him up. He took it but clearly didn’t need your help. He fixed his shirt and pulled the android onto his shoulder.

Once you arrived to the station he’d told you to stay in the car. It was too late as you were already up and the door was swinging shut, “why so you can take credit for my score? No thanks.” He knew you were being difficult on purpose he grumbled and alerted someone to retrieve the android.

“You told me you were going to seek medical help,” he began, fuming, “you can’t do that here so get in the car.” A part of you wanted to snap at him, you had just saved his life and he was still bossing you around. The other part of you was still hurting because of your arm.

“I’ll get there myself, just focus on the android,” you grumbled, only partially giving in to his request. When he opened his mouth to argue you quieted him with a glare. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As you can image the trip to the doctor was short and painful. You had to get your arm reset and they gave you some painkillers that should last you a couple days. We won’t even talk about the sling you had to have your arm in. You were exhausted after the day you had, sinking into your bed and groaning. You had every intention of falling asleep when you heard a lound knock on your door. You mumbled curses under your breath all the way to the door. You stood on your toes and looked through the peephole and were met with the image of Nines.

You opened the door, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to ask if you’ll be okay to work tomorrow,” he stated, LED yellow as he stared at your shoulder.

“Yeah, doctor says I can take it off after a few days but to avoid using it for a couple weeks.” 

“Good,” he said staring at you, it was silent for a few minutes after that. You were used to his silences but this one was irritating you more than usual.

“Well if that’s all-” you began.

“Why didn’t you shoot that android?” his tone gave nothing about his thoughts away.

“I didn’t want to-” you were about to leave it at that but you couldn’t, “to ruin the case.” When he cast you a disbelieving look you continued, “is it so hard to believe that I didn’t want to mess something up?”

“No, it’s not hard to believe, but with how often you do it, it’s not at the forefront of your mind,” as soon as he finished he looked like he regretted his words.

You felt as if he just slapped you in the face. You scoffed, face heating up and tears pricking you eyes, “wow- sorry you don’t have the perfect partner- ya’know what, I don’t have to take this from someone like you!” You attempted to slam the door in his face.

“An android?” he stopped the door with one of his hands. His face was the unfazed picture it always had been, but his tone was sharp.

“An apathetic prick who only cares about his stupid cases,” you spat.

“Do you expect me to care about anything else during work hours?” he forced the door open more and his tone had evened out.

“Yes, like your partner, your cowokers, or maybe- just maybe, the people we need to bring in and question.”

He frowned and behind him you saw one of your neighbors poking their head out from their doorway. You pulled him inside as he spoke, “well I don’t believe I should change any of that, I do just fine with my work the way I am. You could stand to stop caring as much.”

“Stop caring as much?” you repeated, shocked that he could say something like that, “if I cared less maybe you’d still be on the floor in that house!”

“You shouldn’t have helped.”

“Were you even listening? He was about to rip your heart out and you wanted me to stay out of it?” When he just looked at you and made no indication of saying anything you threw your arm into the air and began to storm into your room.

He called your name, “wait-”

“No! I can’t believe you tried to scold me for caring about you. You know how dense that makes you look?”

He took a step back, “why do you care about me?”

You looked at him, although he was trying to hide it there was something vulnerable about him. Sighing you decided to answer his question, “because I like you. Because even though you spend every hour of work proving to everyone that you’re better than me, I still fell for you.”

You watched his LED flicker red and he made no move to speak. You expected it though. You looked at your feet, suddenly embarrassed. “You believe I’m trying to belittle you during work?” he asked. You nodded, keeping your eyes down. He hesitated and reached forward, fingers brushing your hand, “I apologize, I did not realize my actions could come across that way.”

You pressed your lips together, wondering if he intentionally ignored your confession, “wow, the RK900 just apologized, can you send me the audio of that? I need to immortalize this moment…” Your eyes met Nines’ seeing a sudden seriousness.

He sighed your name, “I was attempting to make work easier for you… So you’d spend less time doing paperwork and being on the crime scene.”

You watched him with wide eyes, was this his way of- there’s only one way to be sure. You took a couple steps toward him and took his hand in yours, “spell it out for me.”

Before he could help it, he shot you an annoyed look, “I am reciprocating your feelings.”

“Which feelings?” you smirked. When he didn’t say anything (again) you began to step forward.

“I. like you too,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“For someone who has every word in their head,” you sighed as you wrapped your arm around his neck, “it sure took you a long time to say that.”

He rolled his eyes and leaned down to nestle his face into the crook of your shoulder. He pulled you closer as you did the same. “You should probably get some rest,” he muttered, not moving.

“Yeah…”

“I shouldn’t have let you get hurt today… I regret it.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” you whispered, slipping your fingers into his hair. You smiled as his body began to relax in yours. No matter how tired you felt, you could stay like this forever.

[heathenkweer]

things that are absolutely canon even if they don't happen on-page in the hardest part of living

[andromedaspark]

Yall forget Hanks a millennial.

[twoheartswrites]

Hi I just saw that you write smut, could you write a hank x android smut (like a sequel to the hank x android reader fic you made) and hank kinda shows the reader what to do since the reader doesn’t really know how since he’s a android (but the reader does know about people having sex)Please and thank you 😊

First Time

Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI / Minors DNI

Deviant! AMAB Male Reader x Hank

Sequel to that other Deviant Male Reader story :)

NSFW/LONG (jesus christ it's fucking long) Fic - Warnings: Established Relationship, Android Virginity gone?, AMAB Reader (Terms like: dick, cock, hole), (The request did not clarify who's top/bottom so I made Hank bottom and Reader top). Soft sex. Minor hair pulling (kink)? Praise Kink, Blowjob (Hank receiving)

Detroit Become Human

Note: First time writing smut here, so it's gonna be my rusty smut writing.

3 months had passed since Hank and I's first kiss and our first date, and I'd been staying over at Hank's house more often since he thought that it'd be better for me to stay in a slightly more open room.

I've accustomed myself to Sumo, and the feeling of the shared bed Hank and I have now, and the silly movies that Hank enjoys.

Though, it seems that Hank tends to forget that I'm an android. He sometimes cooks food and offers it to me, or says "We've hung out this entire day and you haven't used the bathroom this whole day, have you talked to your doctor abut it?"

It's funny when he remembers, and it's nice to see him ask questions about me-- but I've realized that there's something else at the tip of his tongue. Like he's waiting for something, like he wants to say something.

It's been happening for maybe a week or so.

As I lay on his couch, scrolling through the tv channels, I notice him from the corner of my eye, leaning on the kitchen counter. He's hesitating again, nervous.

And I hear him take a deep breath.

"Do you know what sex is?"

Hank's avoiding eye contact at this point, and it's getting me worried

"I mean, I've read about it in the books that I have, so I know what it is. If you're asking me if I've had sex? No." I answered simply. His heart's beating faster and he's visibly nervous and blushing. It's cute.I place my eyes on him and only him,

"Right, so- fuck. I know this isn't supposed to be this nerve wracking to ask, but it's just.. it's been a long time and-" He pauses, as if looking for his words, but he's struggling.

I get up from the couch, walking over to him and place my hands on his waist to kiss him. The furthest we've ever gone is heated make out sessions, and the times that I play innocent and blind to me grinding up against him occasionally. "I want to take us to the next step too, if you're okay with that" I ask for him. He nods, furrowing his brows as he composes himself. He's breathing heavier and his hand firmly holding mine while we head to our room.

-------NSFW--------

"I'll be honest, I really don't know what I'm doing--" I admit, slipping my shirt off hesitantly. "That's okay, I can help" Hank reassures, "Just follow my lead, you shouldn't need to feel tense. For now, we can just take our clothes off" He sits on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt while I'm already down to my boxers. I take this opportunity to place my hands on Hank's belt, my fingers fidgeting with the buckle. He practically folds in front of me with eyes wides. "Can I help you with this?" I ask

"Yes" He huffs eagerly, watching me unbuckle his belt with ease, and unbutton his pants (with less ease). I let him pull his pants down, and there's this excitement that fills the room. Hank hasn't done this sort of thing in a while, as he'd confessed on our first date, while I'm inexperienced, but have a broad idea for what I'm in for.

He groans a bit to himself, palming himself over his boxers before scooting himself back into the bed, and with his other hand, pulling me towards him.

I laugh softly, running my hand through his hair before giving him light kisses to his mouth, cheek, forehead... and eventually to his neck, and that's where he starts to crumble. His breath hitches, and soft groans escape him as I leave hickeys and trails of kisses around his collarbone. Something I've never and will never get tired of.

His hand finds it's way to the back of my neck this time, grouping my hair into his hand and giving it a light tug to move me lower. To his chest.

I hum along, my hands roaming his body. He's perfect, from the way he lets out soft breaths of relief from the way I kiss and bite him, my hands groping his sides, and slowly moving up to his chest.

"Gently, I want you play with my nipples, okay?"

I look up at him and see his pleading eyes,

"Yes, love"

I place one hand over his nipple, and start playing with him, trying to discover his reactions and sweet sounds, curious for him. With the other, I start trailing my hand down to his lower stomach. He subtly thrusts his hips up for friction, only making him sigh in defeat as he realized I'm stopping there to tease him

"Did I tell you, you could just place your hand there?" He asks, knowing the answer. I purse my lips and shrug "I don't know what you're talking about"

"[Name], just-" He starts, "god, fuck you" he huffs. I chuckle, watching him writhe a little under me.

"What do you need?" I ask,

"Just touch me, put your hand on my dick" he orders. Though this is where I freeze. So far, all my knowledge from books and my relationship with Hank has gotten to this point. Teasing, flirting, the hickies- but me actually pleasuring someone with my hands?

He notices my hesitance before placing his hands on the sides of my face, "I'll tell you what to do, don't worry"

My eyes soften to his voice, and slowly I move my hand down to his clothed dick. He takes a deep breath, before whispering out "Good boy, just... keep moving your hand over it and be a little rougher"

I did as he said, applying slight pressure and repeating up and down movements over his dick, watching his breathing get heavier and his voice get whinier by the second. Though my curiosity starts getting the better of me. How would he react if I pulled his boxers down? Touched him without the barrier? Got a taste of him?

With my free hand I played with the hem of his boxers, wondering how I'd ask for permission. Hank, fortunately, caught on. He gave me another (slightly more pressured) tug to my hair, "It's okay, you can do it"

He smiled at me, watching me study him closely while I pull down his boxers, seeing his hard on. My emotions go all over the place as Hank comforts me, rubbing the crook of my neck and shoulders and his eyes softly looking at just me

"What should I do?" I ask, "Like-"

"What do you want to do?"

"But-" I'm interrupted by Hank once more

"You can do whatever you want to me, darling. I trust you" He says.

Reluctantly, I lower my head and place my hands on his thighs to move his legs apart and give me space. Hank hums in approval, laying his head back while his hand gently leads me.

Unfortunately, the lack of taste buds don't give me a more 'human experience' but I'll take what I can get. I run my tongue over the tip of his cock, my hands at the base before I start putting more and more in my mouth. His hips and legs shake a little, and he's breathing quicker- heavier- almost letting out whines and I already feel myself heating up at the thought.

Carefully I start bobbing my head, closing my eyes as I enjoy the moment and hearing him in pleasure.

"Goo-d boy, fuck. You're doing perfect, just don't- don't hurt yourself" He adds. I hum, noticing a shiver come from him as the sounds I make cause the vibrations to his dick, and I find this moment to tease him. I let out groans, trying to take a little bit more in, massaging his thighs while I treat him, feeling him get more desperate

"Keep going, please" he begs, "I- I'm gonna cum"

Knowing that I'm the one who'll get him to cum with just my mouth makes my stomach churn, like a sense of possession. I keep at my pace, hearing him get closer to his end, not even noticing that he's trying to thrust into my mouth. Android positives? No gag reflex.

He's panting, before rushing his hand to my hair again and giving me a tug as he cums in my mouth. I pause before taking his cock out of my mouth, and swallowing it.

"You can spit it out now" He huffs, sitting up on his elbows

"Spit what out?" I ask,

"Did..." He stared down at me in a little bit of shock before hiding his face in his hands and laughing, " I don't know what I'm gonna do with you.."

lightheartedly, we laughed at the situation (though I was a little lost, his laugh lights up my day).

He kisses me, wrapping his arms behind my neck, hooking me closer to him

"Are you still up to fuck me?" He asks, both of us now fully comfortable in the atmosphere. I nod, peppering his face once more with kisses as he praises me and giggles

"Then I'll lay down, there's lube in my drawer" he mentions for me. I reach other, scrounging for it until I find the bottle, practically full. "I use this to.." I wait for him to fill in the gaps

"Lubricant, like to decrease the pain" he clarifies.

"how long have you had this?" I asked

"Just a couple weeks.." he says, looking away. I don't question further as my attention moves to the bottle, "But- uh. I already used some to.. prep myself before" He mutters.

We both blush at the confession, and I silently squirt some on my finegrs. "Well I still want to be careful with your body" I state, "I would never want you to feel hurt"

He positions himself, spreading his legs and his hands spread his ass so I could get the full view, him looking away to the side in embarrassment. The image itself turned me on, and my tightening boxers made the situation a little worse. I clear my throat, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, love. You're very very handsome" I say, watching his squeeze his eyes and his lips part as I slip on finger inside of him.

From 1 finger curling, it was easy to slip in 2, and almost surprisingly, 3. He moans, his hands gripping at the sheets

"How're you doing?" I ask, "do you need something?"

"Just- just go quicker, please. I need you" he pleads.

I swallow, hard. "Right, of course"

I take my fingers out, notice him whine at the lack of contact. I pull my boxers down, finally, and positions myself closer to him, adding lube to my own dick. His eyes widen at my full image, and moaned softly at my appearance, "Please, god, just fuck me right here"

"Yes darling" I nod, placing the tip of my cock at his hole, pushing myself in as Hank arches his back, moaning and trying to pull me closer as he wraps his legs around my waist

"Fuck yea, that's right" He groans, "give me a second"

I look down at him as he adjusts to my size for about 2-3 minutes, grinding occasionally to see if he's set.

"Yeah, shit. I'm good, you can move now" He says, a happy smile on his face. I start moving my hips, in and out, seeing him tremble and smile to himself again, pulling me in to kiss him while I fuck him.

"You're such a good boy, [Name]. You're fucking me so well" He praises, "Shit why didn't we do this sooner?"

He grunts, "Faster, please"

I follow his order, holding back the fact that I wanted to cum as he squeezes me. I moan into his shoulder, my hand gripping at the bed for balance while I ravage him

"Shit, pretty boy! You're so good!" He moans loudly, for a second worrying me about the neighbors, but Hank's much more distracting.

"God I love you, Hank" I mutter, "I love you so much"

"I love you too" He replies, his hands back on the sides of my face. He gasps lightly as I find new angles to fuck him at until he finally starts saying he's ready

"Ready for what, hm?" I let out, a smirk clear on my face

"I wanna cum, darling. I'm going to cum, cum with me" he pants, "Be a good boy and cum inside me"

I nod, wincing out as I feel him tighten a little around me. I speed up my thrusts, watching Hank become an utter mess below me. "I'm cumming" I moan

"Good boy, on the count of 3, got it?" He huffs, and I just can't deny him.

"1"

I whimper, feeling the edge make me sensitive

"2"

Hank's voice pitches slightly, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back

"3"

I rode out my orgasm inside of him, still thrusting as he came over his belly and some on me. We were panting, the smell of sex clear as day and us both sweaty.

I broke the silence, taking one deep breath "That was fucking amazing, baby" I smile, "I'll get us some water and a towel before we cuddle, but do you want to take a shower together?"

He sighs, a lazy smile on his face as he stretches, "Yeah, that'll be nice before I wash these blankets"

[paprikot]

it's okay, son

[frenchublog]

🦀x🤖 Part1

[frankedz]

In which Connor crashed Hank's car 🚗🧨

[pixelglassblock]

🤖Swap au part 2 where Connor is the deviant on the run with a human boy

And Hank fits Luther ’s role

See part 1 here:

[trashpanda6000]

Hank: Connor did you eat my powdered donuts?

Connor, mouth full of donunts: No

Hank: Then what’s that white stuff on your jeans?

Connor, panicking: Uh- Cocaine?

[autiacorart]

it always hurts at the end.

[incorrectquoteslobby]

(Original post by @protestantcrona and @notpoppunk)

Hank: I’m Christian and respect the order of creation as God intended it but I’m not gonna lie if I could take a massive vat of agar and grow an alive shopping mall made out of red blood and meat and feed it living human bodies to make it expand larger with more shops and amenities, Without hesitation, Without question I would do exactly that

Connor: I just feel at home here

[dawndauce]

and nothing bad ever happened to them