#bottom hank

[lbananagreenl]

西部au的角色立绘，rk家三兄弟加油

[sryfoekillingtheyeast]

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Spa Day Chapter 3: Care is LIVE

*runs around screaming* I finished chapter 3!! It's finally up!!

Care - in which Connor is a loving, gentle dom with a wicked streak.

[zeessinfulbees]

Distractions.

Summary: Sex won't solve his problems, but it at least helps him get through another day...as long as it's Connor to help him out. Hank needs a little TLC.

Additional Tags: Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Trans Character, Trans Hank Anderson, Bottom Hank, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Depression, Body Worship, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Fingering

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[shonojo]

Did some work on pages 24 and 26 of Sex in a Tincan pt.2. Only two pages left to start. Anyone interested in me doing an inking stream this weekend to finish things up?

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[iamgonesoseeya]

Hank having cravings and Connor having to frantically get the random stuff hank wants to eat. Hank is embarrassed to admit to these cravings but is grateful that Connor isn’t judging him and helping?

"There's nothing weird about it at all, Hank. You're body requires sustenance, it's perfectly healthy to have new tastes in your condition."

Hank sits on the couch like a grumpy child, arms folded resting on his belly, eyes hidden under his eyebrows. "You don't even eat, Connor. How would you know what's weird and what's normal?"

"That's not the point. I am saying your dietary requirements are completely expected given your state, and that what you want to eat is no more or less peculiar than it was before given the developments." Connor takes the house keys and moves to the front door. "I'll get whatever you want, no questions asked. Would you like anything more?"

Quiet, then Hank sits up. "Jelly doughnuts and a jar of gerkins?" He asks with a coy tone, expecting judgement, but Connor nods and sets off to fetch the arrangement of supplies Hank wants. He's grateful for the help, really, because he can't give into his own body's wants without feeling awful afterwards. He was suddenly craving all the strangest things, or things he never touched before were suddenly his absolute favourites. It made him more emotional, the greed and gluttony that came with it all.

But Connor always helped. He would come home with the request, plus some, and he'd always reassured him there wasn't anything wrong with his taste. When Connor calls him to add more items, when he berates Connor to make sure it's all the right brand- no matter what, Connor will help Hank.

So when Connor returns, he goes straight to the kitchen and prepares Hank's meaty burger, filled with jelly beans, cheese, gerkins, and way too much mayonnaise, and hands it to him. Hank waits a second, eyeing up Connor, and like he knew, Connor hands him the doughnuts go do alongside his meal. Hank smiles warmly, and grabs a doughnut out the bag, taking a generous bite and moaning. No shame as sugar and jam ends up in his beard, he shoves the treat into his mouth and chews slowly with such exaggeration, it could almost be questioned if it was erotic. Connor sat beside him, happy with his work, and watched the show Hank had on in the background.

"Shit, this is ace, Con." Hank mumbles through a bite, moving on from his doughnuts to his burger. As he took a bite, the burger began to leak juices from the meat, dripping down to his plate, but Hank didn't care about the mess. He moans almost like a porn star, and the sound grabs Connor's attention automatically. His eyes widen as he watches Hank devour the food, eyes shut, one hand rubbing his belly, and he feels his internal software spark with strange arousal.

He watches as Hank swallows his mouthful of food, showing little difficulty despite the size of the bite. Connor takes a good moment to collect himself; his cheeks flush and warm, while Hank breathes heavily through his nose in the face of all that he’s eaten. After close to a solid minute he lifts his head and looks at Connor, noticing he's staring at him.

"What?" Hank splutters, swallowing. Connor blinks rapidly then smiles.

"Sorry lieutenant, I just enjoy watching you when you're happy, and you seem to be enjoying your food."

Hank raises his brow and laughs. "You're a fucking creep, Connor." But he's grateful for Connor's company and the fact he doesn't judge him. He's allowed to feel like a slob and a mess, and Connor still appreciates his company.

Connor looks down at his bump and back to his face, shrugging. "Enjoy your meal."

[val-sapphire09]

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A new fandom! 

[bughnrahk]

Connor has eight dicks he keeps in his bedside dresser, and Hank's given each of them a ridiculous music-themed code name like "war machine" and "angel of the morning."

And now I'm gonna write 8 chapters of Hank's ass getting intimately acquainted with each of them.