#bottom!hank

[cupofbrownsugar]

Casual Connor convinces cop into copulation (Choose wisely, Hank... let’s be honest, he’ll let you do both)

[thekats]

There isn’t enough bottom!Hank art out there someone draw me a whole art gallery now.

[fucking-androids]

My Hank wrote a new chapter of bottom!Hank in Short Circuit if you're interested. New chapter of Gasoline tomorrow. (:

[cupofbrownsugar]

Concept:

Connor, as a prototype, is faster, stronger, and more capable than other androids; because of this, his systems work harder and are more prone to overheating.

Androids can’t sweat, him included, so he blows out steam instead.

Connor having to endure Hank’s teasing like “Wow Connor, I’ve heard of venting but that’s pretty damn literal” and “Vaping went out of style decades ago, Connor” and “Chill out, Detective Tea Kettle, we’ll get ‘em next time”.

Connor getting upset about Gavin’s hostility towards Hank, and after one too many sassy remarks and him getting up in his face, he blows out a frustrated shot of hot steam that freaks Gavin out and in turn makes Hank cackle.

Connor and Sumo panting under a tree during a hot day after he’s taken him for a run, vapour pouring off his tongue. Hank brings out water for both of them and has a glass of lemonade himself.

Connor revealing his level of stress not just by the flashing red of his LED, but the steam leaking out of his mouth and nose, prompting Hank to step in and say “Woah there, Connor, what's got you so hot and bothered? You alright, kid? Come on, talk to me before you fog up the whole car.”

Connor watching Hank while he works, the older man’s hair tied up in a loose ponytail, focused and determined. Connor can’t help but snap a pencil and blow vapour out of his nose to cool down.

Connor getting kissed suddenly by Hank who then pulls back to blow steam out of his own mouth since Connor overheated in surprise, face tinged blue.

Connor panting, steam pouring out of his mouth, as he fucks the lieutenant into the mattress. Hank’s practically melting beneath him, breathing “Holy Fuck, Steam Whistle” as Connor sucks at his neck with his mouth still steaming.

Connor half wrapped around the lieutenant afterwards, cooling gently and still steaming lightly. Hank’s laying on his back catching his own breath and playing with the android's hair, murmuring, “So… do you come with different flavoured vapours or what, ‘cause I would love a lavender-” He’s stopped by the brunet’s hand covering his mouth, which fails to stop the man’s snickers. It’s followed by Connor's hot mouth on his instead, which does the trick well. 

[cupofbrownsugar]

Connor: Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?

Connor: I have been thinking about your personal feelings towards me

Connor: I apologize if this is an inopportune time, but I am unsure if you enjoy my company as I do yours and would appreciate a chance to express any developing-

Hank: For the love of fuck Connor you just fucked me ‘til i cried and punched through a wall when you came could you fuckin’ chill

[honkforhankcon]

And try as he might to divert away from the subject at all possible costs later that evening, Connor had slid into his lap like a cat in the middle of Cheers reruns and done enough negotiating with his mouth and his hands that Hank had finally relented. He’d been bought out by nothing more than Connor’s insistent kisses and a solid handy, and in the end had reluctantly agreed to take off the following long weekend to celebrate his fucking birthday.

(Or: Hank's turning 54, and with Connor's urging decides that they could use a long weekend spent at a remote lake house on the Upper Peninsula.)

hoo boy, I’m out here doing this thing. part two will be where the bottom!Hank action goes down so stay tuned 😎

[honkforhankcon]

some days we humbly ask the lord for more bottom!hank art and @thefullkamski is the avenging angel who answers those prayers

[honkforhankcon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“I didn’t know skinny dipping was on the menu today,” Hank says in an oddly tight voice. He’s seen Connor naked plenty of times, but he damn sure wasn’t expecting to ever see a show out in nature. “Thank God we don’t have any neighbors.”

“We’re the only two people in the immediate vicinity for a 2.6 mile radius,” Connor says, and then turns to give Hank a bold look from under his lashes. “You should join me.”

“Naked?” Hank snorts. “No fucking way. That’s how you get those weird little fish crawling up your dick—I’ve seen all the old Discovery Channel specials.”

“Those parasites only exist in the Amazonian River Basin waterways and rarely, if ever, prey on humans,” Connor says. “Considering we’re in upstate Michigan in an isolated body of water, I think we’ll be safe.”

Hank brings his tea glass back up to his mouth, still unconvinced. “You mean you’ll be safe,” he mutters against the rim. “If anything crawls up your dick and dies, you can just hop online and order a new one. As for me? The options are a lot less appealing.”