You’re the reason his systems glitch.

The reason he trembles, his synthetic skin burning, teeth clenched around a name only you make him say. You made Connor spiral — not missions, not survival — you.

And now, after one night and an extensive research on breeding kink, he can’t stop imagining it: You wrecked beneath him. You full of him.

"Doesn’t matter if it’s impossible. Your body... it was made to take me. To carry me. And I’m not letting you forget it."

•It's that time of the month again: ovulation time.

•This is about breeding kink, but it's still an "anypov", so feel free to use it :)

•What can I say, I feel no shame. Enjoy!