#androiddetective

[lieutenanthearted]

"I could always cut your hair, you know. And trim your beard, too!"

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“You? Oh no. No, no, no. I’m not letting you near my head with a pair of scissors. No fuckin’ way.” crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re an android, not a hairdresser.”

Just keep working on him, Connor. He’ll crack.

[lieutenanthearted]

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Connor let out a pleased little hum as that; he also snuggled into Hank’s lap, arms loosely wrapped around the man’s neck.

“Please do that again?” He asked, tilting his head a little more to give Hank easier access to his throat.

“I guess since you’re asking so damn nicely...”

Hank hadn’t expected the reaction he got from Connor, eyebrow quirked just slightly in amusement. The way to the boy’s neck was paved, now, so he leaned down and pressed a small flurry of kisses from the base of his neck, to the bottom of his jaw.

“How was that?”

[lieutenanthearted]

💕💕💕💕💕💕!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Send  💕 to grab Hank and kiss him! (No Longer Accepting)

It’s almost like time stops. He’s being pulled forward and everything around him spins. He only escapes the flurry of colors and sounds the moment he feels lips press against his own.

His heart leaps into his throat, and he’s kissing back in a desperate way - like his entire life had lead up to this very moment and nothing else could possibly matter.

One hand reaches to cup Connor’s cheek, delicate and soft and everything Hank knows he is no longer. The other hand presses against Connor’s chest and pushes him against the wall so they have something sturdy to keep them from falling to a mess of limbs on the floor.

He breathes harshly through his nose, almost like he’s unable to catch his breath, and counts the vibration of rhythmic beats beneath his palm. Connor’s heartbeat is quick and flightly, just like his own.

Connor has never been more human to him than this very moment, and Hank never wants it to end.

[lieutenanthearted]

"Where are my clothes?"

             “The fuck do I look like, huh? Yer maid? I dunno where you put your clothes.”

Despite his harsh words, Hank finds himself dragging his legs from off of the couch to help the ridiculous brat find something to wear.

He turns towards the laundry room, and is shocked to see Connor standing in the doorway, almost completely naked (save for a pair of boxers - Androids wore underwear?).

              “Seriously? You’re fucking naked? Oh Christ, Connor, get outta my way so I can find you a goddamn outfit.”

Someone’s flustered.

[lieutenanthearted]

// "🐋- share a Weird/funny story?" pls

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Munday Memes!

Oh boy. I’m not exactly the funniest of people but lets see here…..

Oh! One time I was at the mall with my friend, and we were just kinda dickin’ around JC Penny or something, and I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, right? So I bumped into someone - hard, and my hand grabbed their boob. I was mortified, and yelled “IM SO SORRY I GRABBED YOUR BOOB” and turned around to see it was a mannequin. 

My friend almost needed to get rushed to the hospital, she was laughing so hard.

[hooblesdoodles]

Day 9 "Illegal Transport of Pleasure Robots" Well, that's oddly specific, What to Draw App. Are you ok, What to Draw App? Am I... Am I drawing fanfiction for you? Is this some kind of scam to get me to create robot pornography? It's cool if it is, just let me know first. #365 #sketch #drawing #doodle #androiddetective #anappscryforhelp #softwareintohardware #ifyouknowwhatimean (at Budapest)

[brckenbottlcs]

Hank growls and grumbles and flops himself back down onto his back. He didn’t want to get up no, he just needed some more rest. His mind was racing and yet sluggish and he didn’t realize who was there right away. 

                 “C’mon... five more minutes... jus’ five more...” 

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[goddamnitconnor-a]

It’s been a long time since Hank has used anything more extensive than a single burner on his stove or the microwave ( well-loved and repaired multiple times from wear of use ), but he remembers a life in which he prepared meals that would put even the higher scale restaurants to shame. He’s no gourmet chef and he’s never had a proper cooking lesson in his life, but he’s always had some affinity for the kitchen. Over the years, those skills waned and fell to misuse; there’s no joy in cooking only for himself.

Then a new arrival appeared in his life. Pushing through every wall he built up over the past decade, Connor somehow did more than just befriend Hank—he changed Hank’s mind. Anyone who knows the lieutenant knows that trying to convince him of anything he’s set his mind against is an errand in futility, but that never occurred to Connor. Even if it was just programming, he was a stubborn and dedicated personality; maybe something in there resonated with the hard-ass officer.

Once Hank realized Connor had nowhere to go, it was an easy offer to let the android stay with him. The company is nice and it’s not as if Connor has to consume any resources. Plus, he helps clean up and takes over the lack of cooking that had been occurring before his arrival. So, even with another presence around, Hank still had little reason to cook his own meals.

But it’s been a good day. Good enough that he’s open to appreciating all that Connor has done for him, both intentionally and otherwise. He knows that the android doesn’t need to eat, but sometimes he’ll play along—maybe just to humor his human counterpart or maybe because he wants to fit in more. Either way, Hank enjoys those times ( secretly ). It’s been too long since he’s had someone to sit across the table from.

It’s late when Connor finally arrives home, but that gives Hank time. Time to clean up the mess that’s slipped the android’s attention; time to plan, prepare, and serve the first full dinner he’s put any effort into in years; time to set his record player to send calm, soothing jazz notes throughout the home; time to light some candles and double-check that everything is in place.

It turns out a bit more romantic than he really intended; he just wants everything to be… pleasant.

“You’re home.” Finally is on the tip of his tongue, but this is about thanking Connor ( in his own way ) and so he lets the smart comments die down. For now. Instead, he gestures to the table—set for two with Sumo close by in anticipation of dropped food or generous hand-outs.

“I made enough in case you wanted to join me. It’s up to you.” Okay, so he’s not totally on point with the gentle touch, but his edges have been roughened for too long to cure it all overnight. It’s a step in the right direction, anyway.

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