I Have A Breeding Kink And I'm Proud Of It.

This is going to be the start of a new obsession

"Well, for one thing, he couldn't stop staring at my boobs." Part One: when I'm near you

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Summary: Takes place after the androids gain freedom. Connor continues working with Hank at the police station, trying to adjust to his new emotions when Hank’s old partner, a bright young detective who is close with Hank returns and Connor becomes enamored with her. Connor x reader, lots of fluff, smut in later chapters ;)

A/N: This is my first time posting a fic here so any feedback to better it is welcome! Thanks if you read through it, I hope it makes you smile or at least exhale out of your nose.

“Hank!” A light voice called out across the police station. The Lt. looked around for a moment, clutching his head that no doubt was thumping with a hangover. But, his eyes that were squinted in annoyance at the sound of his name being called opened wide, and a grin spread across his face in a way Connor had never seen before, he found it fascinating how fast the Lt’s mood had shifted.

Not as fascinating it seemed to Connor’s now buzzing circuitry as the young woman who just walked in.

“Y/N!” Hank replied cheerily. He practically leaped up from his desk chair to wrap you in a bear hug. Hank pulled away and held you by the shoulders to look you over.

“Look at you! I heard you made detective already!” He said proudly.

“I did! And as it turns, I convinced the Captain at my other station that I would be most useful detecting things back home.” You smiled. Connor sat awkwardly across from Hank’s desk, observing the interaction as if he were watching a scene on a Tv show, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the lead actress. His eyes traveled across your body, down your back, and over the curves there, he began to memorize your shape, you were a petite young woman, but you seemed to carry the confidence of a man twice your size with the way you carried yourself. Your eyes glanced up to meet Connors briefly before focusing back on Hank, the passing moment caused him to conduct an additional maintenance check on his thirium pump, it seemed to stutter when you looked at him. Connor noticed a slight blush crawl across your face, it made him smile, for reasons he was unsure of.

“So you’re back, back?” Hank asked leaning against his desk.

“Certainly am, and I pulled some strings and convinced Fowler to make me your partner again!” You told Hank. The Lt. released a relieved sigh and clapped his hands together.

“This is a godsend, no offense Connor but this is the best partner I’ve ever had. Y/N, Connor, Connor, Y/N.” Hank introduced you two as he plopped back down in his seat. Connor stood quickly, maybe too quickly, maybe not quickly enough? His mind seemed to stall; his processing time stunted.

“Ahem, Connor.” Hank coughed loudly and broke Connor out of his confusing thoughts and noticed with embarrassment that you had been holding your hand out to his ever since he stood up.

“Oh! My apologies, I was finishing… a report. Yes. A report. It is my pleasure to meet you Y/N. I look forward to working with you and Lt. Anderson on further investigations. I have done a quick search into your records and I am thoroughly impressed with your marks at the academy and at your hefty contribution to the rapid decrease in the crime rate at your last station.” Connor finished. For some reason his tie felt too tight, although he had no respiratory circulation to be cut off, it still felt like he was suffocating.  He managed to work up enough courage to look you in your eyes, but he feared he had made a mistake because now he didn’t wish to look at anything else. Connor cocked his head slightly, feeling overwhelmed by how your very presence was affecting him. His eyes now studied your hair, following the soft waves down your shoulders and to your chest where you wore a black tank top under your dark blue leather jacket. His eyes lingered there a moment too until a familiar slap to the back of his head brought him back.

“Connor! Let go of her hand goddammit!” Hank scolded him. Connor glanced down and saw he was still in fact shaking your hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Connor said immediately releasing your hand and looking to his feet, unsure of how to proceed. But just as he considered retreating into some other part of the station, he felt the weight of his social blunder slide off his shoulders, just by the sound of your laughter.

“No need to apologize, it’s a pleasure to meet you too Connor, Hank has told me quite a bit about you.” You say as you lean against Hank’s desk and crack your knuckles, making Connor frown.

“I haven’t harmed your hand in any way, have I?” He probed.

“Hm? Oh no, you’re fine, it was nice actually. I like men with firm hands.” You replied with a coy smile on your lips. Connor blinked nervously a few times, his LED flashing yellow before a reply could form.

“And your hands are extremely soft. I found the experience to be extremely pleasurable.” Connor said attempting to regain his composure.

“Pleasurable?” Hank asked with a sharp edge to his voice.

“Pleasant! An oral typo to be sure! I will join you both later. Pleasant to meet you Y/N.” Connor said and rushed off to another part of the station, leaving you and Hank alone.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------You and Hank watch with amused smirks as Connor retreated to the evidence room, to the holding cells, then to the break room, seemingly scrambling for any available task to be done.

“I may give him hell but Connor is a good kid Y/N. He’s a little…off but he’s still trying to figure himself off.”

“No, I like him.” You say quickly without thinking but Hank doesn’t seem to notice.

“Now that you’re back, I can stop doing all the work, finally catch a breather.” Hank yawned as he put his feet on his desk.

“Really? Connor seems like a good cop, very…observant.”

“How do you mean?” Hank asked with a raised brow.

“Well, for one thing, he couldn’t stop staring at my boobs.” You grin.

I love smaus

ღAccidentally sending them nudes

ʚContent: suggestive content, swearing, use of pretty, babygirl (ironically), mostly fem! reader but can be read as gn

ʚcharacters included: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Tanaka, Noya, Sugawara, Daichi, Asahi

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MY JAW DROPPED TO HELLLL

I’m nervous to ask this, but was Choso using the conditioner on his pubes??

You should be scared…because it wasn’t what he was doing with the conditioner but rather to the bottle containing conditioner……

Yes.

nanami “helps” ino fuck his girlfriend (drabble)

minors and ageless blogs dni (18+ only)

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“like this?” ino asks nanami while he thrusts into you in missionary, trying to hit your sweet spot. ino jerks and gasps again you when nanami grips his hips from behind and helps him roll his hips more, making his tip push right against that sensitive bundle inside you, making you gasp. “good boy, roll your hips and aim upwards, that’s where her gspot is.”

sex with ino was more than amazing, but sometimes he struggled finding that spot with his cock, he never left you unsatisfied though. you cry out when nanami reaches under your bodies and grabs your thigh in his massive hand, pushing it back. “put her leg over your shoulder, it makes it easier to penetrate her deeper.” just like he said, when ino put your leg over his shoulder and leaned over you, he slammed his cock inside you and stars erupted behind your eyes when he hit that spot dead on.

“did that feel good? did he hit your gspot sweetheart?” nanami asks, keeping his hands in his pockets like a gentleman even though you can see his cock twitch in his pants. it’s so big, tenting the fabric and making you wonder just how big it is under there. you nod as an answer, and he gives you a warm smile that melts you from the inside out.

“n-nanami, am i doing it right? is this good?” ino asks through a cry, his hips stuttering and shaking as he tries to hold back. “ask her if you’re doing good.” nanami replies, removing his hand from his pocket to brush his fingers down inos sides in a feather like motion. ino shivers.

“h-he wants you to praise him.” you whine. you know he can feel you squeezing around him, showing him how much you like it, how close he’s getting you. nanami hums, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and making you clench around your boyfriends cock as his mentor slides his hand down to his peachy ass.

“is she right?” he asks, gripping a handful of his ass. the sight makes you gasp, even more so when he pushes hard against his ass and forces him deep inside you. “yes, yes, please, tell me i’m fucking my girlfriend good, p-please.” kento grabs his ass again, and when his thumb accidentally—or maybe not so accidentally, rubs against the side of his hole, ino stiffens and bites his lip, hard, before his eyes roll back in his head and he collapses and you feel him shoot inside you. the first time he’s ever finished first.

“ino? what was that? did you just come?” nanami asks, ino whines in response, you hold him tightly against you and dig your nails into his back and squeeze around him when his warmth fills you. “that doesn’t deserve praise. you need to make sure you always bring your partner to orgasm before you.” he scolds, making ino whine again. you can’t help but smile and kiss his head.

“again.” nanami orders abruptly, making ino unbury his head from your neck to turn and stare at him. his face is stern, unwavering, “i do not care if you are sensitive, you came before your partner, so now you will keep fucking her and finish her off.” as if that wasn’t incentive enough—fucking his girlfriend again while his mentor watches, he adds, “maybe then i’ll give you the praise you want so badly.”

I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE

Imagine flirting with Tony & Steve

Gif submitted by @yourtropegirl

“Agent Y/L/N will be helping us gather some much needed intel, her expertise is along the lines of-”

“-waterboarding in the most friendly way possible,” you walked into the room and nodded at Fury.

“So we’re torturing people now. Fury?” 

You looked over to Captain America and smiled at him, “Steve Rogers as I live and breath. My father was a huge fan, me not so much. The costume is a little much, yeah?”

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Gojo: Y/N kissed me!

Geto, gasping: No!

Shoko, squealing: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!

Gojo: It was unbelievable.

Geto: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!

Shoko: Okay, okay, we wanna hear everything. Geto, get the wine and unplug the phone. Gojo, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Gojo: Oh it ended verrrry well.

Geto, rushing over with wine glasses: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Shoko: Alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like a soft brush against your lips, or was it like a, y'know, “I gotta have you now” kinda thing?

Gojo: Well, at first it was really intense, y'know, and then… oh god, and then we just sorta sunk into it…

Geto & Shoko, squealing: Awwwwww!!!

[Cut to Nanami and Y/N casually eating pizza around the table]

Y/N: And uh, and then I kissed him.

Nanami: Tongue?

Y/N: Yeah.

Nanami: Cool.

And he'll let the kids colour in his tats

Been thinking about modern! husband Sukuna who's a tattoo artist and his wife who's a kindergarten teacher <3

You're about to do an arts and crafts project with the kids, but when you notice you forgot your art supplies, your heart ached with the thought of seeing the little one's dissapointed faces. Luckily for you, your husband is on break and brought them to your class!

The little students are all shocked when they see a big, scary man enter their class and kiss their sweet teacher's cheek. they all surround him and start bombarding him with questions as to if he's a superhero because he looks so strong

Once Sukuna got through the dozens of questions by the little bastards, (his words, not mine!!), he gets dragged by them to join them on their art project. And how could he refuse when they gave him puppy eyes along with your sweet smile and voice asking him so nicely?

Yeah, just modern! Sukuna <3

DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY

ROBERT DOWNEY JR. IRON MAN 2 - dir. Jon Favreau

Y/N: Can I sit there?

Pietro: Y/n, that's my lap

Y/N: Doesn't answer the fucking question, buddy

Real. I was the love dove.

Would you agree?