Please oh dear writer, Hank x GN Reader x 2Bdamned? Snuggling time for each of them then all together, please. 🙏🏼
Nevada's best
Oh man I missed writing for madcom so much I'm about to Markiplier leap onto you. Both hc's and written scenarios because I had no idea how else to do them separately? Forgive me.
Hank
Hank is a big and awkward feller when it comes to the concept of cuddling. He doesn't fear violence but when it comes to you they are somewhat scared to crush you so you usually snuggle in a position which allows them to gently press your face into his chest or the other way around, and its one of the only times they will take their goggles off and slip their mask down in order to feel your skin against theirs, its something incredibly precious to him.
He enjoys your scent A LOT so if you allow them to nuzzle into your neck there's no way you're ever getting that space back until you have to get up. Kisses and little nibbles ensue. Oh and hey speaking of necks he absolutely adores hiding your face in the crook of his, he doesn't care what you do so you have free reign from there but he loves the difference in muscle and height between you two.
They're down to snuggle at the most random of times, at two in the morning on the couch or at 5 in the afternoon in a proper bed, or well whatever classifies as a proper bed in Nevada these days, and prefers positions where you lay on your sides.
Back to the topic of skin to skin, if you're not as big and rough of a fighter as he is he adores taking your hand in his once you're asleep and seeing the size difference between them, along with the contrast of your skin textures, his is much more stiff and rough considering his work consists of using his hands a lot, so they like looking at the difference and it reminds them the reason they don't throw themselves into danger as much anymore.
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After a particularly rough day Hank kneeled between your legs, their head resting against your thigh as your fingers carefully ran over his scalp over the bandana, careful to not put pressure on any fresh stitches or injuries. You two were content in the comfortable silence between you, it was their way of winding down after a mission, alone time with you and just sitting still for once. His body screamed for him to move all the time, always in danger, he tried to hide his legs bouncing, kneeling on them to still them as he nuzzled your thigh, taking in your scent. He pushed his goggles up and over his bandana, placing them on the makeshift nightstand you had next to your sofa-bed that was almost always extended, resting his cheek against the side of your leg and looking up at you, taking you in without the red from his goggles that he wore almost all the time, you began humming a slow tune, closing your eyes when you felt warm metal against your thigh. "Hank." You spoke up, still keeping your voice quiet as you looked down to see him with their jaw open, prepared to bite down, a gentle tap on his forehead reminded him to be patient, his jaw closing around thin air rather than your skin this time. Grumbling as he stood up, strong hands placing themselves under your arms and laying you back on the bed. They threw off their coat, impatient as he practically jumped into bed, pulling you into him as he shoved his face into your neck, letting a sound akin to a cat who is annoyed but enjoying the attention, not wanting to admit it. Grunts are weird.
2BDamned / Doc
Doc is a difficult cookie, constantly busy reviving his team and having his house raided by the AAHW even though Hank no longer cohabits with him (or well, didn't co habit with him until you appeared and they needed a safe space for you). Anyways back to the point, he doesn't have a lot of free time on his hands so he's very tired most of the time, but it means he's extra soft and cuddly when you finally convince him to rest for once, but be aware you have limited time to drag out the sweetness in the situation as he will fall asleep from the slightest comfortable position.
Snuggling happens on the bed, not the couch, you both need space to be comfortable or otherwise he'll just turn even more grumpy and begin complaining. He prefers to lay on top of you rather than under you when finally in bed, allowing you to unclip his mask and run your fingers over scalp and through his hair, he practically melts under your touch, mumbling sleepy nonsense as he places kisses over your clothed torso or gently pulling down your hands to kiss your palm.
When he wakes up or comes to snuggle you out of his own will (OLD MAN INTITIATING AFFECTION ALERT SOUND THE HORNS) he loves to begin with burying his face in your stomach, kissing the skin there before working it up to your lips and then embracing you.
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You'd almost forgotten his face from behind his mask. You found these moments precious between you when he finally took his mask off, or well when he was heading to bed at a time when he was still conscious enough to remember he had it on still. You laid in bed, pillows under your head and stitched-up covers pulled up to your waist, the material brushing against the back of his neck as he laid atop of you partially, face hidden in your stomach. Your fingers ran through his hair, subtly checking if he was still awake, and awake he was, proven by him tilting his head to look up at you almost as if to confirm to himself that it was indeed you here with him. He let out a sigh a bit heavier than the last few before putting more weight onto you, relaxing into your touch. "Where's your brush hun?" You asked, knowing 2BDamned was internally groaning at the nickname as he pointed to a cardboard box next to the bed, thankfully you managed to feel it out without having to get up for both of your sakes. You ran the bristles of the brush through his hair, accidentally pulling a little too hard earning a scrunch of his nose against your skin, you mumbled an apology and took a more careful approach. After some time you congratulated yourself for taming his wild hair from his lack of care for it even though he insisted on keeping it, you ran your fingers through it a few times and were about to speak up when you heard a snore from the man resting on your stomach and decided against making noise, setting down the brush and resting your head back, slipping into slumber knowing your workaholic partner was finally resting too.
Both combined
Its odd, since its likely you're shorter than them and there is a height gap between them, but your beloveds make it work! The most used position for snuggling with them both at the same time is Hank laying on the bed with you laying your head on his chest and your body between his legs, belly up as doc rests his head on it, his legs curled as to not have them dangling off the bed that's already massive because of Nevada's slender man over there tut tut.
Out of the three of you, Doc falls asleep the fastest, leaving you and Hank awake for a bit before you fall asleep, with Hank falling asleep somewhere between then and you waking up, I'm convinced that they do not have a good sleep schedule.
Upon waking up they both love exchanging kisses, smothering you and themselves. 2BD is the first to get up to make you two a cup of coffee (Hank isn't allowed any) while Hank takes time to adjust your clothing and help you change into gear if you're lucky enough to have spare clothes to use as PJ's.
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"Hank, stop moving." 2BDamned complained as he slipped into bed where you and Hank were already shimmying under the covers as the overly energetic merc was still full of energy somehow even after a whole chain of back to back combat on his last mission which lasted over a few days. Hank did whatever the grunt equivalent of rolling your eyes without any visible eyes is before finally laying still, letting the so called doctor of the group reapply gauze and bandages to his injuries so that none of you woke up to one of his wounds bleeding all over you or one opening back up. Even if you weren't injured, 2BDamned still carefully checked over you every time, his hands carefully turning and moving your body to make sure there were no hidden injuries or aches and only once he was 100% sure you were clean he'd let himself rest. He waited patiently as Hank settled you atop of them, laying your back against their chest as Doc climbed into bed, laying his masked face on your stomach before remembering to peel it off, laying it on the night stand next to the pile consisting of Hank's mask, bandana and goggles. He paused, thinking about something but his thoughts quickly vanished as your warm hand cupped the side of his face, your thumb gently caressing the tired skin under his lower eyelid. He never had anyone hold him like this before, especially after the wounds on his cheeks appeared. He closed his eyes for a moment, lowering his head and only opening his eyes back up when he was comfortably resting. The sight of one of Hank's arms loosely draped over your form while they busied themselves pressing as-soft-as-a-metal-jaw-gets kisses into your shoulder and neck and you looking down at him with a smile was enough to reassure him that this was okay, that this was something he could allow himself to enjoy for once instead of constantly stressing about survival of his crew even when all of them where home safe. All three of you slept soundly that night, leaving worried of survival and the next plan against the A.A.H.W to be tomorrows issue.
Warnings: smut, pwp, big age gap (Hank is 53 reader is 28), Hank thinks he’s a creep, breeding kink, hank calls reader a brat twice, a little masturbation (m), a little oral (f), mdni, lmk if I missed anything
Notes: this was meant to be like 300 words… and I got a bit carried away… enjoy! Not proofread
Christmas Advent || 2024
Hank Anderson is going to hell.
He knows he is.
What with his subpar working habits, his grouchy attitude towards everyone, and his lust towards you — a woman twenty-five years his junior.
So yeah, he’s going to hell. But mainly for that last bit.
And does he care?
On any other day, he would. But not today. Not when you’re in his house in the tiniest dress, cooking him a Christmas meal because “no one should be alone on Christmas.”
Your words, not his. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about Christmas, but since you do? He suddenly cares immensely.
As he watches you work diligently in the kitchen, sweater dress riding up every time you try and reach for something high, he can’t help but picture you in other positions.
What would you look like on your knees, ass in the air, taking his cock?
What would your moans sound like? Pretty, like you, he assumes.
What would you look like full of his cum? Belly swollen with his kid? Hank almost comes in his pants at the thought.
“-ank. Hank!”
Hank jolts, clearing his throat before looking up at you.
“Ya, sweetheart? Whatdiya need?”
He hates how his voice cracks at the end, like he’s some goddamn horny teenager who can’t keep it in his pants. You don’t seem to notice his internal dilemma, and he’s thankful for that.
“I asked if you had any sugar.”
“Yeah, you’re here, ain’t ya?” He says, before he can shut his mouth. He mentally kicks himself in the ass, groaning aloud.
“Er, top shelf. Left cabinet.”
Hank’s eyes look anywhere but at you, only hearing the heeled clicks as you move away and get busy again.
Five minutes later, the oven is dinging, and you’re bending over to reach inside with oven mitts.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Hank whispers, getting a good eyeful of your pink laced clad ass when you bend. He can see the outline of your pussylips strain against the tight fabric, and it’s all he can do not to take you right there.
Hank can feel his cock swell in his jeans, and he shifts awkwardly.
“Gonna go take a piss, wouldja mind settin’ the table?” He rushes out, not waiting for your response before he’s flying down the hall, making a left into his bedroom instead of the right towards the bathroom.
He shuts the door quietly, not wanting you to become suspicious.
Leaning against the doorframe, Hank unzips his jeans and shoves them down to the middle of his thighs, groaning when the cool bedroom air hits his engorged cock. His cock is warm to the touch as he wraps a fist around, a muffled groan slipping out when he squeezes just how he likes.
Rubbing the precum around his mushroomed head, circles the ridge of the head before jerking his hand up and down in smooth motions.
He startled when there’s a soft knock on the door.
“Would you like some help?”
Jesus Christ.
Hank thinks he’s had a heart attack and ascended to Heaven when he hears your voice, asking that.
Hank knows he shouldn’t let you in. He shouldn’t. Doing so would solidify the fact that he’s a creep, and if anyone at the Department caught wind that Hank fucking Anderson had sex with you, the resident sweetheart, he would never hear the end of it.
But he opens the door anyway, lips pressed in a tight line.
Your eyes are immediately drawn to his heavy cock, and your eyes widen in what Hank surmises is surprise.
“I — Um,” you stammer, eyes flicking between his throbbing dick and his face.
“Gonna gawk all day, or are you gonna come help?”
Hank shuffles to the side, pulling his pants up a little more so he can move better. You come into the room, shutting the door behind you.
“How’d you even know I was in here? Doing this?” Hank questions, heart racing on figure 8 tracks in his chest.
You laugh, eyes crinkling in the corners. Hank loves your laugh. It’s the highlight of his miserable existence, and he thanks Connor every day in his head for always making you laugh.
Hank has half a mind to apologize for the name, but then he sees the way your thighs press together.
“You dirty fuckin’ girl. You got everyone at the precinct fooled that you’re a little angel, but really you just wanna be put in your place, huh?”
Hank hasn’t said this many words together in months, and of course it’s to spout dirty talk. You seem to love it though, and he watches, mesmerized, as your eyes seem to glaze over.
“Yes, please.”
So polite.
“Get on the bed.”
You rush on heeled feet to the bed, sitting on the messy comforter. Hank never makes his bed — it isn’t like he’s been getting laid… until now, of course. Hank trudges to the vinyl record player on his dresser. He places the stylus onto the record, and music drifts softly through the room. Heavy footsteps follow you, and Hank watches as a shiver racks through your body.
“I want you on your knees, ass up and begging for me, brat.”
He watched as you start to take off your pumps, and Hank just won’t have that.
“Leave ‘em on.”
You nod, and shift further onto the bed before you’re on your knees. Hank groans at the way your dress rides fully up, pink panties tight around the globes of your ass. He can see a wet patch in the middle, and before he can help himself, he’s leaning on the bed and licking up the crotch of your underwear.
Hank heard you moan for the first time, and it’s better than anything he could have dreamed of. And he’s dreamt of you a lot. He’s determined to make you moan, and moan, and moan. He’d die happy if it’s the last thing he does.
“Is that why you came here? To seduce me like this? Wearin’ that tiny little dress.”
“N-No, Hank, of course not!”
Hank tuts, using the pad of his thumb to press your soaked panties into you. You shiver, and then your ass is pressed further into him. Hank quakes, standing back up so he can get undressed as fast as his old knees allow him to. When he’s naked, he sees you turning your head so you can admire his form.
Hank isn’t in his prime anymore, but the way you lick your lips and eyes go half mast, it makes his hairy chest puff with pride. Hank’s large hands grasp your hips, pulling your dress up past your stomach until it stops at the underside of your breasts. Pulling your panties down your thighs, he uses a hand to press your spine down, arching your back until you’re flush with the bed, ass in the air.
“Hank… please,” you whine, ass shaking in the air to entice him. And entice him it does, his hand coming to grasp his cock. Hank lines the head up with your opening, rubbing it up and down along your cunt to gather your wetness.
Pressing his hips forward, his cockhead breaches past your folds, and you whine.
“‘S too much, Hank. You’re so big,” you cry, but Hank feels the way your pussy practically sucks him further in like a vacuum, until he’s fully sheathed inside your wetness.
“You’ll take it. Gonna fuck you so good you’ll be begging to cum.”
And with that, Hank begins to rut into you like his life depends on it. Quick thrusts that make your breasts bounce and eyes roll back in your head. His cock hits deep inside you, kissing your cervix and hitting places you never thought possible.
“Hank! Fuck, right there,” you babble, words slurred with pleasure. Your voice is husky, and fuck if it doesn’t turn Hank on even more.
Hank picks up the pace, thrusting in and out and dragging his cock deliciously inside you. He can already feel his orgasm loom, and thoughts of breeding you and pumping you full of his seed stretch across his mind. Would you like that, he wonders?
Hank doesn’t even let the embarrassment that he hasn’t lasted long take control, he’s just consumed with thoughts of coming inside you.
“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Wanna breed you — shit —, fuck a baby into you. W-would you let me?” Hank’s sweating, cheeks flushed and cock throbbing inside you. He’s so close, and he doesn’t even realize what he’s said until suddenly you’re screaming and com all over his cock.
“Yes! Please, please, breed me,” you beg, and Hank’s release isn’t far behind yours.
“Fuuuuck. Shit, take it all, that’s it,” Hank grunts, fucking you through both of your orgasms. His hot spend paints the inside of you, and you’re a moaning mess at the feeling.
When his cock softens, he pulls out, only to lower himself so his mouth can lap at your core. Your hips press into him when he sticks his tongue inside your sensitive walls, pushing the leaking fluid back inside.
Slurps fill the room, mixing with the music, and it gets Hank worked up all over again.
“Wanna fuck you until you’re pregnant with my kid,” he mumbles into your pussy, and he almost has a heart attack when you’re begging for it.
This has been, without a doubt, the best Christmas meal Hank could have ever had.
Where you cannot help but bloom whenever Hank is around. Literally.
Reader is supposed to be an adult here!
🌺 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! 🌺
The day Hank meets you, he immediately knows his heart is yours. Utterly, undeniably yours.
The lights around you, the crowd, the million voices, the questions, the people calling his name or yours: all of this disappears, and only you stay.
Your grace and gentleness, your quiet presence, your beauty, and most of all, the scent of your skin and hair, where a thousand flowers are blooming: everything sets his senses afire and drives him wild in a way not even his remarkable ability of speech can explain and show, because it finds its own nest in the deepest part of his soul.
It's natural to feel like this; and from now on, he doesn't know how to feel different whenever you are around.
And, well, is his imagination playing with his own mind, or are you starting to appear more and more in the same places he visits?
Temptative, shy first approaches to say hi and try to have a proper conversation with you. The blush that fills his cheeks and the blue fur doesn't manage to hide is one of the most adorable things you've ever seen, but for his sake you keep it a secret. For now.
As much as you don't tell him you are present to every conference and talk he gives just to listen to him speaking and... to see him, basically.
He still has a clue of it as soon as your eyes meet and an entire flowery meadow starts appearing on your head every single time, or by how you are not leaving when he approaches you.
Once you leave behind shyness and awkward smiles or throat clearings, getting to know each other is more than easy: you start with a word, an invitation to take a walk together, and everything comes after.
Slow, quiet steps together. Minutes that become hours, hours turning into half days, on and on. Beautiful things give addictions.
It doesn't even take too much time before calling yourselves a couple, or at least show the world you are more than acquaintances or friends casually meeting somewhere in New York City.
You are usually the first to start the physical touch; and sometimes, your flowers precede you, slipping from your fingers to fall on the back of his hands, in a silent ask for his consent. Something you always have, but still, this is a ritual between you and him.
The other ritual is, for Hank, using the flowers you leave around as bookmarkers, or putting them on his office desk among the pens, keeping them in the pockets of the lab coat, and so on.
Once you put a full bloomed rose on his head without him noticing, and he carries it around the whole school; the comments he receives are priceless, but not as much as the good laughs you share later.
Petals and buds all around the bed and on his fur as well, whenever you hold him in a hug or for a kiss, or when he sinks the nose on your hair to breathe your scent. He can survive, don't worry.
Secretly laughing and not so secretly cheering for you whenever someone tries to disrespect you and ends up with their faces slapped by your flowers so hard they are left speechless.
And of course, in this case, you are the one giving the best bouquets around and choosing the buds that recall the color of his fur, so they can properly match.
Sometimes, there is even a little thorn or two lurking in the shadows and ready to prick; but it's all part of the marvel you are, so they are accepted as well.
I feel that sometimes the player could act like the sheriff, feeling a little scared about some things in Nevada and trying to hide. I don't judge them for being afraid of some things in Nevada, even though the player is brave and a little more daring. They and their daughter can understand why the sheriff is sometimes afraid or hesitates when fighting.
Summary: You've known Hank for a bit. And after a particularly rough night, he takes his bartending duties above and beyond.
Warnings: Um.. you may end up with a toothache? In my mind Hank is sticky sweet. Shouldn't be anything in here that would majorly spoil the movie. Nothing that hasn't been in articles. But if you have read the book you may notice a few nods.
Tags: Fluff with smut, oral F rec, P in V, mentions of a bad encounter but there are no details, I do not think there is a single thing in this fic that is abrasive
Word Count: 4500
Sitting at the bar watching the people around you joke and laugh trying your best to find your smile again. You couldn't help but watch Hank. He had such an easy time with people. Flirting his way down the bar, collecting tips from old and young women alike. Slapping shoulders and bumping fists with men who'd been coming to visit him for years.
Hank didn't go out of his way to take women home but you knew quite a few women around the bar who'd been there. Though, you had never made a move on Hank. Mostly because you'd never thought about making a move on Hank. You had met him through Yvonne. His on again off again whatever they were calling it now. And despite the fact that she had made it clear that they were not going to end up in any history books, something about the way she looked at him made you think twice.
But she'd been seeing someone for a few months now. And you had just been on your fourth awful date in a month. So suddenly, something that Yvonne said all the time about her ex was starting to sink in.
"Hank is GOOD in a pinch."
You were sure that at that time she had been talking about the fact that he was handy when he needed to be. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that he took self defense classes and could stand up for himself most of the time. But right now the only way it crossed through your mind as you watched him smile at you walking to the two older women sitting at the end of the bar, was that he may be good for your situation too.
You'd gotten out of a rather unfortunate relationship almost a year ago. And you'd finally gotten back out into dating some months back. But not a single one of those dates had gone well enough that you'd even considered letting the guy take you home.
Yet you were a grown woman with needs. And Hank, Hank was sweet. Sweet as punch. Even if he was a bit spread around.
You were mulling this over. Peeling at the corner of the beer bottle you held in your hand, when there was a gentle knock on the bar just in front of you. And you looked up to see, Hank's bright blue eyes staring back at you with a smile on his face just like normal.
"Hey there baby."
Hank called everyone baby.
"Get you another one of those?"
He pointed at the beer in your hand. You looked at it for a moment and then remembered that not only had you just left an awful date. But someone had grabbed your purse out of your hand when you were walking out of the subway. And you'd spent the only cash tucked in your bra on this beer.
"Would if I could Hank."
You set the bottle down on the bar top. Giving him a shy sort of smile. You let out a long sigh, and it was obvious that you were going through it.
"Alright then. Don't feel like you gotta rush out."
Hank didn't walk away though. He lingered fairly close, smiling at you. Keeping his eyes on you from the peripheral, just in case you decided that you felt chatty. He was a very good bartender.
After a couple of minutes, Yvonne came spilling into the door with her current boyfriend hanging on to her hips.
"Hi, hello, hi."
She smiled and waved at everyone in the bar. Her electric personality getting the regular smiles. And then she looked at you and pouted out her bottom lip like an overdramatic clown. Opening her arms as she wrapped you in a sweet hug.
"Poor thing."
She squeezed around your neck. You are only here at the bar because it was an easy meeting place for the two of you. You'd come and called her immediately after you'd stumbled off of the subway.
"Here."
She took out a handful of crumpled up bills and shoved them in your hand.
"You can pay me back when you get your bag back. Okay sweetheart."
She tapped two fingers in the center of your chest and you just nodded and smiled. Then she looked at Hank and pointed at you.
"Take care of her. She's had an awful night."
You just looked at Yvonne and narrowed your eyes slightly. But it was impossible to stay annoyed as she smiled at you. So you just gave her a hug and told her you loved her before she left with her boyfriend to continue their evening.
When you turned back to Hank, you held up a five dollar bill.
"I guess I'll take that beer."
He furrowed his brows for a moment. But then he reached under the bar pulling up a brown bottle of stout. Holding it up to the edge of the bar and using his palm to pop the lid.
"Don't worry about paying for it "
He slid it gently across the bar to you. And before you could make a complaint was disappearing to finish someone else's order.
You let out a sigh but picked up the beer and started drinking it. Letting the ruckus of the evening and the rambunctious play of the usual regulars in the background lift your mood for a while.
As the evening went on, you noticed that there was never not beer in front of you. Not in a way that seemed predatory. But you would finish a drink, and after a couple of minutes of not leaving, there would be a new open beer in its spot no word said.
You made eye contact with Hank as he was leaning across the bar joking with the owner and a regular called Amtrak. He gave you a soft smile and you felt something in your chest flutter in a way it hadn't in a while.
As the night wore down the regulars who weren't going to be leaving started piling into the large circular booth in the corner with the owner. Hank started putting up chairs and wiping down.
"Can I lend a hand?"
You walked up behind him and gently set your hand on one of his large shoulders. He turned around. Shifting his baseball cap up on his forehead so he could see you better.
"Not needed. It was my pleasure to pay for the beers."
You smiled softly. Looking around the bar and then turning back to him again.
"Maybe I just wanna talk about some baseball?"
You had never asked Hank a question about baseball in the entirety of the six months you'd known him. And when he turned initially looking confused, and you just stood there, chewing the inside of your lip blushing slightly. You saw him connect the dots.
He stood up tucking the rag he'd been wiping a table off with into the front pocket of his cargo pants before leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Baseball huh?"
You leaned next to him on the table. Looking up at him with a smile. Glad that it was just as easy to flirt with Hank as it was to chat with him.
"Yeah, well, I heard the Mets are doing pretty good this year. Good batting average and whatnot."
He grinned wide. His thick lips curled around white teeth as he looked down at you, eyebrows raising softly.
"I didn't know that you were interested in baseball. With me."
He looked at his dirty tennis shoes for a moment. Then back up at you, just out of the corner of his eye. And as his long slightly greasy hair fell in front of his forehead, you realized that you had not spent enough time looking at the handsome bartender.
"Well. You'd already signed on to another local team, so..."
And he just nodded. Long broad strokes of his head through the air lrtting you know he understood exactly what you meant.
"And the other team? They're alright, with trading?"
It was impossibly adorable how he was leaning All the way into the euphemism. Even to make sure that this wasn't going to ruin your friendship.
"Oh, she's been encouraging the trade for a while."
You patted his arm gently. And you could see the slight look of shock on his face.
"Sorry. That may have sounded worse than I wanted it to."
But he just shook his head. Walking across to pick up the beer he had been sipping from all night off of the bar top.
"Nah. Me and Yvonne, we have history. But she's my best friend. We want each other to be happy."
As much as you were glad that that was over, you were finished talking about Yvonne. So you walked over and gently took the beer from his hand. Lifting it to your lips and taking a swig before handing it back.
"So, why a professional bartender?"
There was no judgment in your tone as you climbed up on a stool. Watching him finish his duties for the night.
"Well, things didn't go the way I planned. I just sort of fell into New York, then I just sort of fell into the job. Turns out I like both well enough."
He smiled and shook your head as he spoke.
" You are the very definition of going with the flow, aren't you?"
He stood. Tossed the rag into the sink at the back of the bar and then leaned in and looked down at you. One elbow resting next to your arm.
"I can be serious. About the right things."
It caught you off guard suddenly when he shifted from the friendly bartender to the man who wanted to take you home tonight. He reached forward. Not going for the edge of the stool, but instead placing his hand right between your thighs. Gripping the edge of the wooden seat and pulling you closer.
"You starting to feel a little better?"
You swallowed as you felt the hand that had been holding the stool seat move to your thigh. His callous thumb brushing over the exposed skin between the bits of your fishnets.
"I am. Turns out the service here is pretty great."
He grinned again. Lifting his other hand and placing it gently under your chin. Using his thumb to keep your face angled towards his.
"Glad to hear Baby."
He was leaning down so close that you could taste his breath. Taste the stale beer and the shots of mixed alcohol. You leaned up just a bit. Letting your lips barely touch against his. And he smiled as he stood there.
"Wanna come home with me Darling?"
You nodded your head softly. Your eyes locked on his, mesmerized by how much he had changed in such a short time.
"Okay then."
He leaned forward then and pressed a long and deep kiss to your lips. He only barely parted his, letting his tongue slip out and brush over your bottom lip for just a moment before pulling back with a smile.
"I'll be right back."
You sat on your stool. Still feeling slightly buzzed. Trying to wrap your mind around the way that your evening had shifted from an awful date. To what seemed like it was going to be a pretty damn good night.
He went over and said goodbye to everyone in the booth. Shaking hands and accepting kisses on his cheek. Then he turned and the seriousness was back as he walked towards you. Holding out his hand to help you off the stool.
Hank only lived around the block so the walk didn't take very long. But the way that the both of you were completely silent except for your heavy breathing made the tension growing between the two of you evident.
You got to the front door and he took out his keys. Unlocking it and holding the door open as you stepped past him. He knew how big he was, and he knew how to use it. Keeping himself right in the doorway so that you had to brush against the width of him to get through.
"Come on up baby."
He laced his big hand with yours. His fingers making yours almost disappear. And then you walked up the few flights of stairs because the elevator was broken. Of course the elevator was broken. It was New York and you were in a hurry.
You made it to his apartment and he pushed the door open. Staying close behind you as he shut it. You looked around the surprisingly neat, small apartment and then back at him.
"Welcome in."
He said softly. He was nervous, sweet Hank again now that you were out of the bar and you could only smile.
"Thanks for having me."
He looked up at you through his chin length hair. And you felt your breath catch for a moment as his eyes glistened in a moonbeam through the darkness.
"I'm certain it's gonna be my pleasure."
Then he was stepping towards you. Gently grabbing you by the waist and pulling you forward.
"You sure baby?"
He was holding you by either side of the neck. His big thumbs brushing over your pulse points.
"Yeah."
Your voice shook a little bit. And you were surprised to find that you were trembling too. This was far from your first one night stand but boy did you feel affected.
"Yeah?"
He laughed softly before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he was lifting you up. Setting you on the edge of his kitchen counter.
His hands made his way around your body to hold on to your rear, pulling you close. Cupping your thighs to make sure you were linked around his hips. You could feel that he was already just as ready as you were. But you enjoyed the fact that he wasn't rushing.
Instead he kissed you long and slow. Running his fingers through your hair. Pulling out your braided pigtails. He unhooked each of your necklaces and bracelets. Setting them on the counter. Then he bent down an unzipped side of your boots.
"Hank..."
But he just looked up at you and you knew that he was not at all put out.
"Let me take care of you for a little while y/n."
Reaching one hand down, you ran the tips of your fingers through his thick blonde hair. Pushing it out of his forehead so you could see him.
"You know you're kind of pretty Hank."
He gave you a toothy grin and you knew it must have not been the first time he'd heard that. He shrugged. Leaning in and placing a soft kiss just above your knee. Before he stood back up and brushed the tip of his nose along your jaw.
"Ain't nothing in this city that holds a candle to you."
You laughed softly. Leaning back and taking either side of his face in your hands.
"You are a smooth talker all the way aren't you Sailor?"
But Hank shook his head. Running his fingers through your hair again. As he looked down at you.
"Maybe I mean it."
You were almost going to laugh, then you noticed how serious he looked. A comment like that didn't belong in a one night stand though. And things between you would be too messy for anything else.
So you just lifted one of your hands and tugged at the front of his t-shirt, softly pulling his lips down towards yours.
"Sweet Hank."
And then you were kissing again, but he was a little more urgent this time. His hands moving up the sides of your thighs. Pulling at the top of your fishnets, catching your underwear and tugging them down to.
"Can I taste you?"
The way his voice had gone so deep against your ear gave you goosebumps all over. You caught his eyes with yours and it took you a moment but you finally responded.
"Yes. Please."
He grinned again when you said please. Leaning in and kissing you one more time.
"Of course."
And then he was kneeling down in front of you. Tossing his ratty t-shirt across the floor. Before leaning in and using his thumbs to spread you open.
You could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Then he looked up at you for a long moment before slowly leaning in. He let his tongue fall out of his mouth lazily and then licked a thick wet stripe up your center.
"Oh fuck..."
Both of your hands gripped onto the edge of his kitchen counter. And he made a noise of approval before he continued. Licking at you low and slow like you were his favorite flavor of ice cream. Your hand went to the back of his head tangling in his thick hair.
And he wrapped one of his arms around the back of your thigh pulling you closer to the edge and holding you there. Taking his thumb and his pointer finger on his other hand and using it to hold your lower lips open. The stubble on his cheeks was a pleasant contrast to the soft feeling of his warm wet mouth. And before long you were moving your hips, trying to catch just the right parts of his mouth as he ate you.
You didn't have to ask for much. He seemed to be paying very close attention to every move you made. So before you could even think twice about the fact that you wished he would put something inside of you, you felt a thick finger starting to press in slow.
"Hhhhuuuuuuu."
You made a sound that you hadn't heard yourself make in years. Surprised by how good it felt already. And you only felt him smile as he continued working. His finger curling inside so that he could brush up against everything you needed.
"Jesus Hank."
You leaned back on the counter resting on your elbows. Your hands opened and closed at your side. Fingers playing wide, then coming closed quickly as you bucked up towards his face.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum."
He didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly and started moving with more purpose. His lips closing around your bud to suck with force. As he added another finger, but kept everything at that perfect curve.
"Yes. Yes. Please."
And then your back was pressing flat to the cold tile as your ankles linked in the air behind his head, trapping him in place for a moment. Your back arched and your arms went out curling up as if you were stuck in a strange suspended rigor mortis. And then you were settled, taking deep breaths as he stood up leaning over you.
"Okay Baby?"
You opened your eyes slowly. Feeling a bit like a snail when you could only pull eyelid up one at a time. But he was just leaning there with some sweat on his brow. Looking down at you seeming mildly concerned.
"Oh i'm fucking great."
There was a deep rumbling chuckle, and you felt yourself being lifted. You sat yourself up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders eagerly. Smiling down at him.
"You're full of surprises Thompson."
He was looking up at you as Hank walked the two of you across the apartment.
"I'm glad you think so."
And then he was bending over gently placing you on his bed.
"Sorry about the mess."
There were a couple beer bottles on the bedside table and wrappers from fast food cheeseburgers on the floor. But you just shrugged.
"There is a reason I did not suggest my place."
He looked endeared by your comment. Bringing one of his big hands up again and wiping the hair off your face.
"I'm glad you stayed at the bar tonight."
Smiling gently with him in agreement. You reached one of your hands up and squeezed his upper arm. Taking a moment to look at his chest as he hovered over you.
"I'm glad too."
But that was as much as you could say. Because saying anything else might reveal that he had wanted this longer than you had thought about it. And that could make it difficult when it was time to leave in the morning, and you were never going to do this again.
But the silence didn't linger, because he was pressing his lips to yours again. Pushing your black dress up your body. Discarding it next to the bed. As you were reaching down. Helping him pull off his belt and his baggy cargo pants.
He settled himself between your legs and your eyes went a little wide. Surprised by the size of him.
"So you just keep that bat on you at all times huh?"
He looked up at you with a twinkle in his eye and winked.
"Don't worry."
He leaned down letting his lips hover above yours again. As he started to push forward. Filling every bit of you inch, by inch.
"I'm very good at baseball."
But the sarcasm was slightly lost from the sentence. As his eyes rolled back in his head and he slouched on top of you slightly.
"Mmmmmmmm."
He placed his forehead against your shoulder and took a few deep breaths.
"Sorry baby. Been a minute."
You just lifted up one of your hands and brushed it against his cheek. You were alright to stay here all night if that's all that happened.
"No problem champ."
He got on his elbows. Caging you in slightly as his hips pressed even further against yours. Naturally pushing himself deeper. You made a slight whimpering noise and shifted underneath him.
"You good?"
God he really just was toothachingly cute.
"I'm alright handsome. You go ahead and give me all you got."
He sat back up a little bit. Looked down at you for a moment. And then he cracked a perfect smile.
"Whatever you want, baby."
Finally his hips started moving, and there was no more time for clear thinking. For the next several minutes the only thought in your mind was the way it felt when he pulled back and then moved forward again.
Every ridge and vein in his hard shaft brushing against your walls with each thrust. Your hands wrapped around his back. Cupping his shoulders and pulling him close. He used one hand to hold on to the headboard at the top of the bed. And with the other, he held your hips down on the mattress.
And he fucked you like he'd missed you for weeks. Enveloping you in him completely as he moved on top of you. Never pulling back too far, always keeping you surrounded by him. Moving between kissing you deeply. And hovering, just above you watching down carefully as he made you sing.
Eventually you worked up your courage and were moving below him. One of each of your hands on his surprisingly narrow waist as you ground your hips up into his motions.
"Fuck Baby."
The way he sounded as he fucked into you was wonderfully debaucherous. His big blue eyes heavy lidded and perfect for the bedroom. His plump bottom lip hanging down slightly as he watched you with a small smile curving on one edge of his mouth.
"Feeling good baby?"
You let out a small laugh. Soft and slightly shy as you made eye contact with him and bobbed your head up and down.
"Feeling excellent."
He got that slightly more serious look again and came back down his face only a hair's breadth away from yours.
"Excellent even? Well that's real good baby. Cuz you see..."
As he spoke. He started moving with more intention. Cupping one hand over the top of your head to gently hold you in place. The other reached around his back to hold your ankles together where they were positioned at the back of his hips. His thrusts turn into long, deep movements that drive you nuts.
"You got me feeling pretty fuckin excellent up here too. I don't think I'm going to last too much longer."
He placed kisses on your shoulder and your neck.
"So I'm gonna need you to come for me, okay?"
He was all at once the sexiest and sweetest person you'd ever let take you to bed.
"Okay Hank."
And he was smiling against your neck, as he started moving a little faster. Keeping the strokes just as deep. Within moments you had no idea what the words coming out of your mouth were. But you knew you hoped he didn't bring them up again later.
Your fingers were holding onto the sides of his hips so tight you thought you'd give him bruises. Your face buried in the crook of his neck. Trying to do your best to muffle the near screams coming from you while you came. Hard and long as he just kept moving with purpose.
"Oh damn... y/n."
And then he was shaking and his hips were moving erratically. You heard yourself make a rather pathetic whimpering sound as he pulled out quickly tugging at himself a few times between your legs until he spilled on the mattress.
He collapsed on top of you. Taking several deep breaths. While you laced your fingers through his hair. Letting your legs brush lazily down the length of the back of his thighs. Your heels stopping at the dip in his knees. He wrapped his arms around you from underneath. Lifting you slightly off the mattress and keeping you close.
You closed your eyes. Enjoying the relaxing feeling of his ac unit blowing from the window.
"Orgasms and air conditioning? Your full service huh Hank."
He didn't sit up. Only spoke into your chest.
"You don't have air conditioning in the summer in The Big Apple?"
You just sighed softly. Running your fingers through the side of his hair. Playing with the ridge of his ear.
"I have one. But it hasn't been running right all summer."
He made a sound as he cleared his chest. Burrowing his cheek against your breasts a little more. Sounding half awake as he spoke one last time before drifting off.
"Remind me in the morning. I'll walk you home and take a look at it."
Before you could say okay, he made one last comment. And you had to bite down on your bottom lip as you laid your head back on the pillow and tried not to laugh.
"I'm surprisingly good in a pinch."
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Hey there! If you read this all the way through thanks so much. I know it's a very different mood from some of my other works. But I fell head over feet for Hank when I read the book and needed to give him some love. This is 85% likely to be a one shot. But other versions of y/n may have a night with Hank here or there over the next few months.
hey, mind doing the main 4 dissenters with a fem! Arena combat protag Dissenter s/o who after she went on a mission to rescue her siblings (a male magiturge who is her triplet brother, her other triplet who is a another but normal male grunt, and her younger sisters which one is a fugitive patient and other is a normal female grunt) and successfully managed to save them ;
she also managed to save some 9 cute lil baby gruntlings who had become fluffy grunts due to a harmless failure on the cloning process : and there’s 5 normal gray ones (3 boys and 2 girls (and 1 boy is an attempt to clone 2b, the other boy is an attempt to clone Sanford, and one of the gray girls and the 3rd gray boy are a attempt to clone Deimos, and the last gray who is female is a attempt to clone s/o) ; a melanistic boy (another failed attempt to clone Sanford), and a albino female and her 2 siblings a boy and a girl who were meant to be gray but are fully hairless and these last 3 are an attempt to clone Hank …
how they would react on seeing their s/o adopting these lil fluffy babies?
Whoops, sorry it took so long bruv. Some of it is a little rushed because otherwise I'd never put it out but I hope you like it anyway
Main 4 x arena protag reader with family
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Hank
• You know him. If you need a hand on the sibling rescue, or a petty revenge against your ex-agency, or any operation, call them, you'll have all ennemies mowed down within the hour.
• He might do the petty revenge part without you even asking, actually.
• Wow those are a LOT of kids. He honestly doesn't really know what to do. They were never a social guy, let alone a family man! Nonetheless, they'll try their best to give your family all of the attention, affection, and occasional roughhousing they need.
• Doesn't have much of a reaction about the cloning failures, but he most definitely has a reaction when it comes to petting them. Even the most wanted man in Nevada loves cute soft tiny things, and anytime he's not delivering death en masse, or getting patched up, or getting yelled at by allies and ennemies alike, he's with you and your family, relaxing for the first time in forever and letting the little fluffies bite and scratch at his fingers.
• Speaking of biting and scratching, he will 100% train both the fluffies and your siblings for fighting, which isn't that bad of an idea... though his methods are a bit unorthodox. You just have to tell him that maybe throwing the grunts at people so they can eat them only works for the tiny ones.
• Even if his muscle control has been hindered by all the physical damage he's taken, he can be shockingly gentle for a man who could effortlessly crush a skull. You had already spent enough time with him to know that, but your siblings and coworkers had to get used to letting him pick up the fluff balls, afraid he would crush them just by holding them a little too hard.
• He's quite nonchalant about the DNA thing too, as this isn't the first time the AAHW has tried cloning him. Though he tilts his head up a little when he learns one of them was derived from you.
• Once, you found him crouching and staring at his not-so-fluffy clones before pointing at them.
"Haha. Bald. Shouldn't have taken genes from the bald guy, stupid."
"Hank!"
• Once he learns about the time loop you're in, and the additional burden on your shoulders it represents, you get to see a much softer side of him. They know what it's like to be dragged along a deadly ride you can't get off, but the mandatus, or whatever it's called, almost disturbs him. It even messes with their view of 2BDamned a little, even with the decades they've known eachother for.
• They didn't think the idea of people close to him going through existensial horrors would be this unpleasant, but alas there he is. He first noticed that he didn't like it when he was hanging out with your fugitive sister and magiturge brother, witnessing all the weirdness and horrors they have to think about on the daily.
• He had a very hard time coming to terms with his affection for you and your family.
Sanford
• Thankfully for you, Sanford works well as a family man, and while it's very overwhelming at first, he quickly gets used to taking care of the fluffies. You can expect quality dinners and lots of bear hugs.
• He also works even better as a brawn & brains mass murderer, so expect the operation to go smoothly.
• He has a habit of worrying for you and your siblings, especially the younger and more vulnerable ones. He's very protective once one gets close to him.
• He bought skin protection products for the bald little ones, and generally cares to make sure the fur of the rest is well kept, clean and mat-free. It's though work but hey, at least he learns how to take care of everyone's hair as a result.
• However one hair style he didn't have to learn to handle was the one on his clones. He first felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of these things he takes care of being exactly like him, he can even spot aspects of his own personnality in them sometimes, though maybe that's because he spends so much time with them... But as you two work toghether to give them a better life than they had in the labs, he starts to see them in a much better light, almost as if they were you two's kids, a thought that makes him blush just a little.
• He's had some... discussions, about the Mandatus and all that crap with you and your siblings, especially your magiturge brother since they would know the most. Whether you tell him directly or not is up to you, but even if you didn't he would probably be able to figure out some of what's going on.
• It's disturbing to say the least. To know that someone you love has to vanish into the void to live eternally in the worst way possible. He knows it's for the good of Nevada (which actually makes it feel even more cruel and unfair that this is the only way) but it'd be hard not to feel bad about it, especially when he now has to take care of all the family you had to leave behind. Once he learns about all this, he'll try to spend as much time toghether as possible, because if for him it'll only feel like one loop, might as well make it worth it.
Deimos
• When he learned you needed help on a rescue mission he was ON. He's dissented before, so have you, these dorks don't mean anything. At least until you told him about your family, and how this was to rescue them. The idea of someone in Nevada having a real family had never passed by his mind until now, but he notheless is even more ready to go do this with you. Learning about how they got taken away from you pisses him off.
• Though, he was already shocked to learn about how many siblings you had, so imagine his surprise when all of you came back with an abundance of fluff in your arms(?).
• Maker help this man he does NOT know how to take care of himself, let alone a family. You'll find him poking and prodding the fluffies, ever so slightly grossed out every now and then, waiting for you to give him advice on what to do with them. He likes to observe you when you're taking care of them, fascinated and impressed at how much better than him you are at it, he'll definitely oogle about that to you later.
• Eventually though, he will warm up to everyone. You'll start to see him regularly have fun with your buds, playing games with them, or taking them out to do something slightly less responsible. Yeah, hope you're more mature with the lads than he is, otherwise it's gonna be a hellish birthday party of a family.
• It feels real weird for him to hold a piece of...his flesh? Would it be correct to call it that? It's what parents call their children after all, and that often implies some sort of genetic relation. Point is, it's funky. He had been subjected to experiments from the AAHW himself, but it had never crossed his mind that they could still have some of his DNA stored somewhere. Makes him wonder what else they could have about him...
• Definitely the most likely to tease you about expanding the family. Reciprocate though, and you'll see him lose his cool for a fraction of a second before he doubles down.
2BDamned
• When you came to him about a special operation, separate from S.Q matters, you already had his attention. Mention an endangered family and you've got his intrigue. While he may not help you directly, you definitely would not have been able to save them without his planning, hacking skills, and shared knowledge of how the agency operates, so you can all thank him for that. Though he isn't the type to ask for or care about gratitude.
• Incredibly interested in the clones. It's not every day you get your hands on specially failed AAHW projects. Well, it is everyday for him, but not with this kind of failed project. When you brought back the experiment files, he locked himself in his room for at least a few hours to analyze everything avout them and where they could have gotten the DNA. This is important information if S.Q wants to keep itself as secretive as possible.
• It left you by yourself with your newly adopted... things for a moment, that of which he hadn't really realized would now be part of his daily life until he came back out and you rightfully scolded him for it. At least you had/have the other S.Q members to help you out, plus 2B now.
• He got way more overwhelmed than he'd like to admit with the gruntlings. He was trying so hard to come up with a structured planning on how to take care of them while keeping his work-life balance slightly less skewed towards work, but it becomes hard to focus when he's got all these creatures scratching and biting around for his attention. But he'll become a great fluff dad soon enough, especially when you're by his side.
• When he looks at you playing with or taking care of your family, he can't help but wonder: How many time loops have there been where you do the exact same thing? How many times did he have to take you away from them? He tries not to think about it too hard; it's for the sake of Nevada he tells himself, but somewhere inside of him, he wonders about all the timelines where you've done the same exact thing and left for the Nowhere, and a part of him already misses you, and not just on behalf of your family.
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
