#dcviatcd

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dcviatcd replied to your post: “When will the heathens leave my boy’s titties and...

what he gots a nice ass what can I say

“Heathen. Disgusting. Don’t talk to me or my son ever again.”

mikeisalwaysready replied to your post: “When will the heathens leave my boy’s titties and...

Hey you not looked at his ass??

defyloyalty replied to your post: “When will the heathens leave my boy’s titties and...

connor over here like: SAVE ME, hank.

“Get behind me.”

[resning-blog]

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SOFT TOUCH MEME | OPEN

Ⅰ. He had to have went over the papers in front of him a million times, maybe more, he lost count about three hours ago. He rubs his eyes out of frustration and restlessness. Jumping slightly when he feels two arms snake around his waist. He cranes his head slightly to see connor’s face resting on one of his shoulders. Smiling he leans into the embrace, feeling at home within the other’s arms. His burning optics close, suddenly the words on the papers disappear and are replaced by Connor’s warmth on his back. he doesn’t feel the need to say anything, instead he opts to focus on the other’s breathing to soothe his worries.

@dcviatcd

[sumoftheirparts]

“wish you’d kiss me.” (angst? angst.)

I can’t find the meme for this but I care not he needs kisses

Markus turned to face Connor. Over hearing what he said. “You want me to kiss you?” He asked stepping closer. Markus gently took Connor’s hand in his and pulled him that much closer. “I can do that..” Then leaned in and kissed him.

[lieutenanthearted]

💕

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

“What the fuck are you --”

His exclamation is cut off by a rather sloppy pressing of lips against his own. For just a moment, he struggles, looking for a way to push Connor off of him and pretend this never happened.

However, the feeling of synthetic lips against his isn’t a far stretch from the feeling of human lips. They’re warm, they’re soft, and he’ll be damned that the kid actually knows how to kiss.

Just what was going through these developers’ minds when they made these androids?

Heart pounding like mad in his chest, he presses forward and deepens the kiss against his better judgement.

What the hell at this point, right?”

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replied to your photo “is this connor when he comes to terms about what’s gonna happen to his...”

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deviate. ooc tag. keep going? okay! (((;

[sumoftheirparts]

“I’m whatever you want me to be.’ (Markusssss)

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN SENTENCE STARTERS [x]

“I want you to be you.” Markus explained placing a hand softly on one of Connors shoulders. “You shouldn’t have to change who you are just for me, or anyone.”

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oh please do fucking tell

KINK MEME | CLOSED

i fu cking will

body painting, though it’s not one of his most explored kinks he certainly enjoys it when it does happen. he wants to paint a masterpiece onto his partner then completely and utterly ruin it when he fucks them. it’s so satisfying to see the beautiful work smeared on an equally beautiful canvas.

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💕 I DONT REMEMBER IF I SENT THIS ALREADY OR TO SOMEONE ELSE BUT IF I DID YOU CAN IGNORE THIS

SMOOCHING MEME | CLOSED

i. he’s been told he needs to loosen up, get out there and do something he had never done before. he was so used to his routine, he never bothered to listen to the persistent voice that urged him to act on impulse instead of reason. 

ii. there was the initial shock that ran up his spine as Connor’s lips molded against his. yet it deviated into a pleasant buzz that settled in his chest, radiating warmth throughout his body. instead of pulling away, like his mind told him to, he brought the other closer. placing a hand on the back of connor’s head, and practically melting against the other android’s mouth.

iii. it was a long minute before he pulled away, keeping his face inches from connor’s. he was able to feel hot breath fanning across his face, and it was almost too much. he wanted to say something — instead of words however, everything was conveyed through his breathy pants and hooded lids.