Can one even be “too freaked out” on tumblr though 🤔

I do LOVE me some Connor what can I say 😫 I need him

But also my oneshots are only a snippet of my personality I do love to talk about base game, SFW headcanons, interpretations, etc!!! 💙🫶

RK1700 POVs

I tried to draw both RK900 and Connor's POVs when they're getting intimate. I really like both of their expressions.😋

The second half is very lewd so I can only post the partially-erased line art again. But I think this line art isn't really explicit so I didn't mark it as mature content.

Warnings: established relationship, power dynamics, praise kink, degradation, teasing, grinding, blow job, aftercare, let me know if i missed anything, kinda toxic??

Summary: You only meant to make a quick trip to the store. Somehow, three errands turn into an afternoon of distractions, and accidentally disappearing around an aisle leaves Connor more shaken than you'd expected. By the time you make it home, his patience has officially run out.

Dom!Connor x sub!gn!reader

By the time Connor pulled into the parking lot, you had checked the list three times. There were only two stores that you needed to go to today.

Connor already seemed as if he would have rather waited until it was not raining to run errands, but you gave him your best smile and he agreed.

“You know,” you said as you unbuckle your seatbelt, “we could just go home.”

He glances over at you, “You were the one who said we needed to run errands.”

“I know,” you flash him a smile, the one you know makes him melt. 

“You said it would only take an hour,” Connor stares at you for a second, “You’ve added three stops to the list.”

You smile innocently, “They’re important!”

“Of course they are.”

You laugh as you jump out of the car, door slamming shut behind you. Connor locks the car before catching up. He slips his hand in yours as you both make your way into the store. 

The store was supposed to be quick. You wanted to browse this new bookstore before stopping at the grocery store on the way home. At least, that was the plan. 

Twenty minutes later, you’re standing in the middle of the bookstore, holding three books you absolutely did not need. 

Connor looks at the stack of books, then at you, “No.”

You frown, “You haven’t even read the back!”

“I don’t need to. You have so many books you haven’t read yet.”

You sigh, putting the books back on the shelf, “Fine..”

You both quickly find the things you actually needed and head to the front of the store. The second store is considerably busier than the first. You immediately feel yourself getting distracted again. 

“No,” Connor leans in, placing a hand on your back so you can hear him over the music and other people shopping.

“I didn’t say anything,” you glance at him.

“You were about to.”

You laugh, stepping around him to look at a display, your attention already faltering again.

“We’re here for three things,” he reminds you.

“I know.”

“Three,” he holds up three fingers.

“You’re so bossy today.”

“I am preventing us from being here for another hour.”

You grin, reaching for his hand, “Fine, I’ll behave.”

Connor gives you a skeptical look, but lets you pull him along anyway. For the next few minutes, you actually do behave. You find what you came for, Connor crosses it off of the list, and the two of you continue down the aisle. 

Then you spot something. A display of seasonal treats, one standing out to you in particular. You slow down, but Connor is a few steps ahead, examining something on a nearby shelf. 

You walk a few steps closer to him, “I’ll be right back,” you mumble. 

He doesn’t hear you and you slip around the corner. You study the display, debating on buying something. You do love everything fall, you’re so happy everything pumpkin is finally out. 

Connor finishes looking at the item he had been examining, but when he turns around you’re not there. He assumes you’re nearby, but when he checks the next aisle and the next, you’re not there either. 

His LED shifts from blue to yellow. The crowd suddenly feels much larger than it did a moment ago. Connor reaches into his pocket, pulling his phone out. 

He calls you, but gets no response. His LED shifts from yellow to red. Now, he’s scared. You’re still looking at the display, about to leave when you turn and see Connor at the end of the aisle. 

“There you are,” his tone is low. 

You blink, “Yeah?”

He starts to walk towards you, “where were you?”

You look over at the display, motioning to it, “Right here?”

“I couldn’t find you,” his jaw tightens. 

He exhales sharply, running a hand over his face, “I called you.”

You reach into your pocket, unlocking your phone. Three missed calls.

“I didn’t hear it.”

Connor looks down at the three missed calls, then back at you. For a moment, he says nothing.

“Okay,” he finally says, his voice quieter than before.

You give him a small smile, “See? I was right here.”

Connor's jaw tightens, “I know.”

There’s something about the way he says it that makes your smile fade. 

He glances toward the front of the store, “We’re leaving.”

You blink, “Already?”

“Yes.”

“But we still need to-”

“We’ll get it another time,” His tone isn't harsh, but there’s no room for argument.

You glance back at the display, then at him, “Connor-”

“Please.”

The single word makes you stop. He’s usually not like this.

He exhales, rubbing a hand over his face, “I just want to go home.”

You nod slowly, finally understanding that this isn't about the shopping anymore, “Okay.”

Connor turns toward the front of the store, and you follow him. Neither of you says much as you make your way through the crowd.

The drive home is tense. The silence is almost worse than if he’d yelled. Usually, Connor fills the drive with some observation about something he saw, asks what you want for dinner, or puts on whatever music you both agreed on. Now, there's only the quiet hum of the heater and the occasional click of his turn signal.

You glance at him a few times, but he never looks away from the road. You know he's still upset. More than that, you know he's trying not to be. You stare out the window until he finally pulls into your apartment complex parking lot.

You slide out of the car, Connor hasn’t spoken a word since you left the store. You can tell by the way his brows are furrowed and his jaw tightened that he’s not happy. He unlocks the door and you step in, setting your purse on the counter.

“You're awfully quiet,” you smile faintly, “Are you still mad?”

Connor set his keys down, “I'm trying very hard to decide how much trouble you are actually in.”

Your smile falters, “...Oh.”

His LED flickers red, “Yes. Oh.”

His jaw tightens as he plods over to the sofa. Connor leans back, exhaling, “Come here.”

You swallow, slowly making your way across the room to him. You’re now standing right in front of him,  LED still a sharp red, his brown eyes narrowed, brows furrowed as he clenches his hands at his side. He’s definitely still upset.

“Get on your knees,” he commands. 

The command lands heavily in the quiet apartment, the only sound filling the room is the light tap of the rain on the windows. 

You lower yourself slowly, heart hammering, unable to meet his eyes. The carpet is soft beneath your knees, but everything else feels sharp. His silence, his stare, the tension radiating off him.

Connor leans forward, his fingers grip your chin, firm but not rough,  “Look at me.”

Sheepishly, your eyes meet his. his hand glides to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair with deliberate slowness.

He pushes your head down. Your cheek presses against the hard bulge straining beneath his pants, heat flooding through you.

His hand guides your face along his length, slow and controlled, like he's reminding you exactly who's in charge right now.

You bring your hands up, attempting to take off his belt, but he swats your hands away.

Connor leans back again, a dark chuckle escaping him, “If you want it…beg for it.”

“W-what?” 

He leans closer to you, pressing a kiss to your lips, “You heard me. Beg for it.”

“P-please Connor,” your breath catches.

He presses your face back down onto his lap, his grip tightening in your hair,  “Please what?”

You lift your face just enough to stick out your tongue, running it over the bulge in his pants. The fabric is warm, and you feel him shift beneath you. his free hand clenches at his side. 

“Please,” you whimper, holding his gaze, “please just use me however you want.”

His eyebrow lifts and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, “However I want?”

“Y-yes!”

He exhales slowly, like he's been holding his breath. His hands move to his belt, unbuckling it with ease. His cock springs free, rigid and flushed, your mouth watering at the sight.

 You lean in immediately, trailing your tongue up his length, slow and teasing. When you reach the tip and flick your tongue across it, he jerks in his seat.

Connor’s hand fists in your hair as he pushes you down on him without warning, “Now is not the time to be a tease.”

You take him deeper, swirling your tongue as you work him into the back of your throat. A moan escapes you, vibrating around him. You can't help it, he does feel so good after all.

when you try to pull back for air, his hand holds you firmly in place. The vibrations of your moan travel through him. You feel his thighs tense beneath your hands.

“Oh yeah? You like that?  He groans, his voice rougher now.

You nod as much as you can, humming, “mhm” in agreement. 

Connor's grip tightens in your hair.  He pulls your head back as he stands, and suddenly the angle shifts. His hips snap forward hard and fast. Your hands fly to his thighs to brace yourself, but he swats them away again.

“No,” he breathes, “Just take it for me.”

He steps forward, positioning his shoe right in front of you. You understand what he means immediately. You shift your hips, pressing down against the firm leather as he keeps your head exactly where he wants it. 

He thrusts into your mouth at a frantic pace, and you grind against his shoe in rhythm, desperate for friction. Your slick makes it easy to glide, but the pressure builds fast. Too fast.

“Fuck,” his voice is strained, “You’re so needy aren’t you?”

The coil in your stomach winds tighter with every roll of your hips, every thrust that fills your throat. You can tell he's close as his pace falters and his thrusts grow erratic, desperate even. 

You roll your hips faster, chasing the edge of your own orgasm. Connor’s grip in your hair tightens, holding you down on his cock completely. 

“Don’t,” his voice ragged, “Don’t move.”

He comes with a guttural groan, hot ropes spilling down your throat as you convulse beneath him.

The coil in your stomach snaps, and your vision whites out as pleasure crashes through you, your body shaking as you ride out the waves against his shoe.

By the time the tension finally breaks, neither of you has much left to say. For several moments, you simply stay where you are, catching your breath. 

The anger that had been radiating off him all afternoon seems to have disappeared, replaced by something gentler. He helps you up, pulling you against him as the two of you sink onto the sofa.

Connor places a kiss to the top of your head, arms tightening around you, “I was worried when I couldn’t find you.”

You nuzzle your head into his neck, “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make sure you hear me next time.”

“Just don't do that to me again.”

You nod against him, “I won't.”

Neither of you moves for a while. Outside, rain taps softly against the window, filling the silence that neither of you seems particularly interested in breaking.

Eeek this idea had been in the drafts for awhile! Hope u all enjoy <3 working on chapter 21 and requests and one shots as always