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Hi. Can I request a big daddy elvis (late 70s) in which he and female reader are having an argument and he says something really mean so she heads into the bedroom and cries. He goes into the bedroom to apologize and then make out. Smut, detailed if you can and also some aftercare. Thanks

Tysm for the request! Enjoy it lovee! ♡

Kiss'n make it better

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Word count: 6.4k (quick) Summary: Bde grows stuffy as he witnesses you playing a card game with the guys, but not only that, you are in your delicate bed attire while you do it. Pairing: (1976)bd!elvis x afab!reader Warnings: 18+!, smut, p in v, elvis finally fully takes the reader, cherry cream pie (if you know what I mean...), kissing whilst bodily fluids are present on the mouth, tasting of bodily fluids, playing around with spit?oral fixation?, mention of elvis’ medications/pill use & dr. nick (im sorry), elvis’ standards for his women, toxicity, once again elvis being volatile, use of the word daddy, & of course fluff + baby talk!!

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AN: Hello there! I was off and on while writing this since I was eager to let it out soon bc I felt I’d left the anon hanging for too long so, certain areas may seem rushed/lack context but I did my best with the details! I hope it’s not a bother, but overall I enjoyed writing this little piece. Anywho, my dear anon I hope you are pleased with this! And to the rest of you loves, enjoy! ♡ (keep the requests coming!!😚)

- pls excuse any errors, your girl got tired half way through cleaning it up 🥹💋

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Elvis was, as of now, getting his day-by-day measurements of meds from Dr. Nick within the master bathroom in his room. In the meantime, you held up in his bed, twiddling your thumbs as you waited, you both had just woken up. He would always make sure to do it in a different room, given that you had eventually told him that you didn't enjoy seeing everything they put in him. When you witnessed firsthand how much his body had to ingest, you expressed your concern, but he waved you off, saying everything was always under control.

At some point, you stopped showing concern upfront to him because it had resulted in the first argument between the two of you, however, you'd unconsciously always be pinching away at your arm's flesh as you worried about him. You were still relatively new to his lifestyle, but you were gradually adapting.

Things were taking quite a while, so you began wandering around his room. You'd only been together for a few months now, so you were still trying to settle in. Elvis asked you to move in right away, and you soon found out he didn't like being left alone. As you moved around the room, you were still in your night slip. It was a look that he found especially appealing. You tip-toed barefoot to the door, peeking outside, and then back over to the closed bathroom door in the bedroom.

You heard them mumbling inside and decided, Why not go downstairs?

Making your entrance to the living room and taking in more glances of the house you hadn't paid much attention to before, your eyes shot up towards the voices in the kitchen. As you peered into the kitchen, you saw two of his guys sitting there chatting with some cards in their hands. They took notice of your presence and glanced over at you, their eyes lingering on your attire. Going quite unnoticed by you.

One clears his throat.

"Hey there, y/n, ya need anythin'?"

You shrug, not really knowing what you need or want, but feeling a bit restless.

"No, just bored waiting on El," you reply absentmindedly.

One of the guys chuckles and nudges the other, whispering something to him. You catch a snippet of their conversation and wonder if they're talking about you.

"What's so funny?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

The guys exchange glances before one of them speaks up, struggling to find the right words.

"Oh, nothin', just...you know...we were just talkin' 'bout how...um...how fashionable you look today."

You give them a skeptical look, not fully convinced by their compliment.

"Really? They're just my pajamas, the first thing I found in the closet last night," you admit with a sheepish shrug as you look down at your delicate garments.

They both burst into laughter, causing you to giggle along. The guys exchange knowing glances, struggling to contain their amusement at your naivety. Being new in Elvis' life and feeling a bit clueless around the guys sometimes—I mean, you'd never been surrounded by so many men before, so it was uncommon for you to catch their brash ways.

One of the guys begins talking, "Since you're bored, why don't ya join us? We're playin’ a card game."

You happily agree and take a seat at the table. They explain the rules to you as one of them shuffles the deck of cards. The game soon progresses, and the guys bring out their competitive sides, teasing each other and making playful taunts. Even though they might’ve been acting a little abruptly, it was clear that they were enjoying themselves. Amidst the banter, one of the guys turns to you with a mischievous grin.

"Hey, watch out, I wouldn't want ya to get too confused with all these cards. It might be a bit too much for a girl to handle," he says snarkily.

You titter and shake your head, clearly letting the comment go over and past your head.

"I can handle."

You say it humbly.

***

Elvis, grumbling his way downstairs to look where you'd wandered off, stops at the bottom of the stairway as he hears his precious girl's laughter from the kitchen. He stalks quietly towards the doorframe of the kitchen, there he sees you sitting pretty with his men. He scans your body until he gets to your bare, wriggling sooties that are dangled just above the ground in the chair. Elvis clenches his fists, feeling his irritation rise at the sight of you playing with the guys.

As he watches, he can't help but notice the unkempt yet alluring exterior you possess. Your tousled hair and streaked makeup from the night before only seem to enhance your beauty, giving you a tempting appeal that could captivate those around you. He had set certain expectations for you, and seeing you in this compromising situation with the guys confirms that you were not fulfilling them. He storms in, his footsteps echoing through the room as he confronts the scene before him.

"Darlin', you know bedder than to be gallivantin' 'round in your night attire with these fellas." He narrows his eyes, his southern accent thickening as he speaks.

Your head quickly turned to that familiar gruff voice, his appearance matching the roughness in his tone. There he stood, portly and only in a silk robe, a region of dark hair trailing down his navel from the open slit and his luscious sideburns framing his face. His noir hair, slightly disheveled from a restless night, completed the picture of a man who demanded attentiveness. As you caught his gaze, you could see a mix of disappointment and fret in his eyes. You instinctively straightened up, feeling a twinge of shame creeping into your conscience for some reason as you looked down at your attire and then back at him.

"Well, I thought it'd be okay. I mean, I do live here now. Shouldn't I be comfortable, El?" You voiced cunningly, not purposefully trying to provoke him but unable to resist the urge to justify yourself.

But there was an inimitable standard he held you to, one that required impeccability and grace.

"Goddammit!" He started.

"No man's woman should be 'round men in such whorey showin' garments. 'Specially not mah women!"

You blinked in surprise, taken aback by his strong reaction. The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew tense, and you could feel the weight of his disapproval pressing down on you.

His pride was unexpected for you.

As you searched for words to respond, his intense gaze never wavered, making you feel insecure and exposed.

"W-Well, the guys think otherwise!" You spoke aloud as your throat tightened. Well, at least you thought they didn't find your attire whorey—a word Elvis had introduced to you when he saw an outfit you picked out while shopping with him.

Elvis glared over at them, and they both quickly stood up from their positions, some cards falling off the table as they did so.

"That right?"

"N-No Ep, 'course not." They stood there longer than they should have.

"The hell y'all still doin' standin' here, for?! Go on an' do sumn then." Elvis spoke sternly as he pointed, his robe falling more open with his motion.

The guys hastily scampered away, not wanting to further incur Elvis' anger. You look at Elvis, noticing his neglected appearance and glazed eyes. Nervous, you place your cards down, your eyebrows puckering in disarray.

"What was that, Elvis?" you ask softly, but your voice is filled with slight perplexity.

"They didn't do anything." You squeaked.

"Didn't do anyhtin'." He scoffed under his breath. He shook his head and met your gaze again.

"Matter uh fact, the hell were you thinkin' wonderin' off?" His words were a bit slurred.

"Know all yur attention should be on me, 'n only me." Elvis' words hung in the air, heavy with a mix of fury and vulnerability.

You could sense an ache behind his harsh tone, and it struck a chord within you.

"Elvis." You delicately said his name, the concern evident in your voice.

But before you could continue, he raised his voice again, his drooping eyes glaring.

"Kept mah eyes off ya for just uh moment, den I find you playin' bimbo wit' 'em fellas."

Your heart sank as Elvis' words echoed in the room.

This wasn't your Elvis.

Your bottom lip quivered as you stood up from your seat, covering your face with one hand as you moved to leave the room.

"The hell are ya goin'." He says this as he tries to stop you, but you pull away forcefully and hastily walk upstairs.

Elvis hears your faint sniffle from the hallway, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut. He paced around, mumbling words to himself as he held his forehead, trying to make sense of what just happened.

It was clear that his head wasn't in the right place.

***

As Elvis continued to pace, he barely grasps the impact of his words and considers the hurt he may have caused.

"Baby," he muffles to himself as he looks around.

He rubs his eyes and begins to walk towards the staircase.

"Baby." He muffled again, as if he were whispering a plea into the empty space.

He reaches the top step and hesitates, unsure of whether to knock on the closed bedroom door or barge right in.

"B-Baby, a-a-ah wannas come in," he says gently in his gruff voice.

"W-Wanna come in." Elvis stands in front of the door, his voice quivering with desperation.

His babyish tone reveals the depth of his regret. Your ears perk up on the other side of the door, straining to catch every word. You can sense the turmoil in his voice, the vulnerability, and the longing.

It's a side of him you were weak for, and it tugs at your heartstrings.

Slowly, you rise from the bed, your footsteps barely audible as you make your way to the door. With a shaken hand, you turn the knob and open the door, revealing Elvis standing there, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. He takes in your appearance—your tear stained cheeks, red, fuzzy nose, and the slight puffiness of your eyes. His face softens with concern, and without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace. Your face buried into his exposed, hairy, warm torso through the opening of his robe.

Feverishly, he brings his large palms up to either side of your face and pulls your face upwards. Taking in your babyfaced features. Your damp lashes flutter as you meet his gaze.

"A-Ah made my little 'un cry." he mumbles as he grazes the pad of his thumb under your eye.

"Y-Ya know ah ain't meant what I said back dere," he continues, his voice filled with veracity.

"M-My temper… mah words came out wrong. A-Ah, wudnit wha I meant—", he trails off just before he wavers off, trying to focus his eyesight all of a sudden.

As his eyelids droop, a gentle sigh escapes his lips. You can see the drowsiness etched across his weathered face, the lines deepening in the dim light of the room.

It always tortured you when you saw him like this.

You noticed it was one of the many effects the pills had on him, before starting him up, they'd slow him down first.

Even with his abrupt weariness, you recognize that sincerity in his voice and the sorryness in his slumped eyes. You reached out and took his wrist, wrapping your fingers around it, offering a silent reassurance that you understood what he was trying to get out.

You cared deeply for him, so forgiving him always came in a hurry for you.

***

As you both stood there, the grogginess began to fade, and his eyes soon became more and more focused. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. He gave your cheek a gentle squeeze. His gaze lingered on your face as he continued to graze his thumb gently on your cheek.

"Let me m-make it up t-ta mah sweet girl, hmm." He says it so softly with that drawl of his.

As you listen to his soft voice, filled with tenderness and warmth, it becomes evident that he was speaking to you with the same affection one would reserve for a baby. One of his traits you had gotten used to and valued thoroughly. Your cheeks fill with warmth. He holds you by the waist, turning you over, and fully enters the bedroom with you. Shutting the door, he then leads you to the bed, helping you sit down on the edge. Elvis sits down beside you, and you feel the bed sink from his weight.

He turns your face over to him, and he places a hand on your cheek. He begins caressing your face ever so lightly, as if you were made of spun glass.

"Kiss'n make it better." He mumbles pouty-lippedly as his thumb runs over your lips.

You stare into his hollow eyes, nodding, as he begins to push his thumb into your small mouth. Politely opening your mouth for him, the taste of his skin lingers on your tongue as his thumb explores the contours of your mouth. You both hold each other's gaze, and you lightly suckle on it, watching his eyes light up at your action. He gently brings his thumb out, a string of saliva dribbling down your lip. Elvis smudges your saliva all around your soft pout, making your lips appear glossy, then brings his thumb up to his lips to suck off your slobber. As you both continue your intimate encounter, the air around you seems to grow heavier. His fingers then work their way down your torso, tracing your dainty body. With a famished mutter, he slides his hand beneath your slip, teasingly grazing over your soft, small chest, giving one of your nipples a tug. You can't help but whimper at his action.

And want grows between you, feeling a surge of heat run from your face down to your toes.

"C'mere, let ol’ daddy kiss ya," he leans in, capturing your lips in a fervent, persistent kiss.

The taste of him fills your palate as he slips his tongue inside your pretty mouth. You find yourself feeling fuzzy in the rush of the moment, willingly giving into his actions. His large hands begin gripping your small waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. His supple kisses had always been tender and gentle, but this one was different. It left you almost breathless. His touch was heavy, and you found yourself slipping in the heat of the moment. Your slip rises upwards at his action, revealing the pair of tiny matching ruffled shorts.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, his pillowy lips glistening. His eyes lock onto yours—a look of want. Elvis' hefty hand goes down to your upper thigh, and he grazes the fabric of your shorts.

"Take 'em off, 'ittle." He rasps quietly, the bass of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Your breath hitches with a half-laugh. "Kay." You gently get off the bed and look over at him as he keenly stares at you with his still-glazed-over eyes.

A look you may never get used to.

You began pulling down at the hem of your waistband until the fabric hit the ground, being completely bare underneath.

While the length of your slip fell just enough to cover your most delicate parts, he whispered, "Lemme see her."

His voice is playful as he motions for you to come closer.

You take a step toward him. He reaches out and gently tugs at your hip, his thumb rubbing your hipbone, sending a muzzy feeling to your belly. With his other hand, he reaches over to the hem of the fabric, pulling it up—he throbs between his legs.

From his view, he could see all of you. Your narrow hips and thighs and the smallest patch of curls that covered your pussy. The little crease in the middle—so sweet, you were puffy, and sticky just from his kisses. You looked over at his garb—his robe now fully undone from all his movement, also nothing underneath. You took in as the section of his body hair went from his pudgy chest to his soft belly, which hung just barely over his waistline, and then turned into thick curls at his mound. His corpulent and hard, leaky cock presently standing tall just for you against his paunch. You gazed at the ridge of his pretty, purplish, rosy tip weep as it peeked from his foreskin.

Suddenly, you jolted as you felt his thumb at your swollen clit, a splotchy pink filling your cheeks. His touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers perfectly caressing your sensitive nub. You couldn't help but whimper, the lovely sound escaping your pursed lips as your hips instinctively bucked against his digit.

"Ain't nothin' more purdy than seein' you all pink 'n warmed up. Could spend all day thumbin' away at that ‘dorable clit uh yours." He babbled as he applied more pressure and quickened the pace of his movements.

Making you even more rosy.

You could feel the heat building between your legs, the ache for release becoming almost unbearable. Every swipe of his thumb seemed to bring you closer to the edge, pushing you towards the brink of ecstasy. Your back began to arch as you leaned into his touch, but just as you were almost there, he pulled his thumb away. You let out a frustrated whimper, desperately wanting him to continue, then you went to cup yourself until he swiftly stopped you.

"Dun cha get greedy on me now," he whispered, his voice coated with directness and a hint of humor.

You couldn't help but pout, your need for satisfaction overwhelmed your senses. You ached. He had never stopped on the brink of your release like this before. His hand left your trembling body, resulting in you feeling empty and yearning for more. You watched as he brought his thumb to his lips, tasting the remnants of your sweet desire, a sly smile playing on his lips. The rosiness in your cheeks seems to grow darker with his action.

"Ah can't have ya fallin' apart jus yet," he murmured, his voice low.

You looked at him doe-eyed as you clamped your legs, standing there.

"Little 'un." Elvis whispered as he reached out for a hand.

"Idenit time for ya to blossom," he continued as he pulled you closer, his warm breath hitting your cheek. "'ittle flower of yours needs ta bloom." Elvis gave you a nod as he spoke and guided you.

"Bloom," you repeated as you held his strong gaze, and he began helping you lay on the bed.

"Mhm, correct baby." He cooed as he helped you lie down.

When you finally understood what he had said, your heart seemed to race. Staring up at the mirror above you on the ceiling, you took in as you laid delicately on his silk bedding. You began recalling the past nights and days of glancing up at yourself while Elvis rutted against your tummy when he cuddled you until he came, or when he'd only do little more than barely let the tip of his cock pierce your tiny hole—but never more than that.

Now, he indicated that he wanted to take things further. You were both a little afraid and excited by it. Even so, you were genuinely more willing than ever. It made you rub your legs together thinking about it. You would constantly pester him for more, but he would tell you that it wasn't the right moment and that he knew when it would be. Thinking of his words from earlier, you thought maybe this would be his way of making it better after he'd lashed out. Maybe, he wanted to make it up to you by fully fulfilling your needs. You beamed at the thought.

Lost in your little mind, you were interrupted as you felt the bed sink next to you.

There he lay, still in his loose, silky garb, fully open, his hairy manliness laying solid against his belly while his balls were perfectly nestled below his shaft. You looked over at him as he began lying on his side to face you. His jawline was soft and his cheeks full, adding to the suppleness of his overall appearance. His overgrown sideburns adding to his rugged allure. The word ‘mesmerizing’ repeating in your head.

"Rest on yur side f'me, baby." You began turning over for him, but before you could, he stopped you—he saw the mild unease in your eyes.

His hand cradled the side of your cheek as your eyes stared into his. However, he couldn't help but smile, thinking your muddled face looked adorable.

"Hers dudden needs to be afraid." He whispered softly and patted your head now.

With each light pat on your head, his warmth enveloped you, making you feel comforted in his presence. You smiled back at him softly, it sort of surprised you when he caught it.

"H-Her knows." You whispered back in the same way he spoke to you.

It was really rubbing off on you, for sure.

He leaned in, placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, and then motioned for you to rest on your side. Such a baby, you thought as you gave his chubby face one last glance. As you shifted onto your side, he scooted in closer, so he was spooning you, his round stomach pressing into you. You felt the hardness of his length up against your lower back, feeling the warmth radiating off as it throbbed against the thin fabric of your slip. You couldn't deny the growing ache between your legs, yearning for his touch and for him to take control.

Elvis began lifting the hem of your garment, exposing your bare, pretty, round backside to him. His hand rested on the curve of your hip, his touch both firm and gentle. A shiver ran down your spine as his palm traced delicate patterns on your skin, sending those funny feelings through your body. You felt him move your leg a bit, so your pussy lips were peeking out between your thighs from his view. You felt him pulsing along your rear now, slick already forming at your petals. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself to him completely. You heard him snicker behind you, bringing a blush to your cheeks. Elvis grabbed his thick shaft in one hand and brought it between your thighs, your slick and his precum mixing into one as he rubbed the ridge of his cock along your lips.

Eagerly, you try to slide down, so his tip pushes up towards your entrance.

"Careful, too big for yuh to take so fast," he warns as you bare down on his leaky tip.

You move back unconsciously, and the head of cock grazes at your swollen clit causing you to shudder.

Trying again, you huff, "Won't fit."

Elvis is quite amused by this, and he tittered as he leaned into your neck for a quick peck.

You feel his warm breath against your skin as he whispers, "Baby, needa take time t'stretch ya out properly."

He trails his fingers along your inner thighs, teasingly rubbing circles on your sensitive heat. Your body reacts, flushing with chills and impatience. You can feel yourself clenching at nothing. Elvis raises the leg you weren’t resting on with his other arm, and you blush at how vulnerable you seem in the pose. He moves the hand he was massaging you with toward your mouth. You understood what he meant, of course. Carefully, you used your hand to hold the back of his large one as you carefully spit into it. You watch as Elvis gruffly giggles at your compliance as you gaze up at the mirror, his eyes peeking over you as he watches his hand lower back down.

Bringing his hand back down to your throbbing core, now slick with both your juices and saliva. His fingers glide along your folds, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. As his thumb brushes against your clit, a shudder runs through your body, aching for more. You arch your back, silently begging for his touch to become more demanding, more intense. His finger begins to pry at your snug cunt, slipping inside with ease from all your wetness. You feel him begin to inch a second finger inside of you, stretching you further and filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, his fingers deeper than you were used to. He would only nag at your hole in the past. You whimper as he starts to move his fingers in and out—a slow and deliberate rhythm. Your hips instinctively press down on his hand, seeking more friction and more of his lengthy fingers. You can't help but squeal, the sound escaping your lips as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting a sweet spot that makes your whole body shiver. You try closing your legs, but he still holds one up. He feels your leg shift and hears your cute squeal. Elvis lets go, letting your leg rest down, with a snicker as he looks over at you with a mischievous grin. Soothing his palm up and down against your thigh, he leaned to kiss your upper arm.

"Ya kay, 'ittle?" he whispered in his southern drawl.

You nod, unable to form words, as the sensations overwhelm you.

Slowly, he removes his fingers from inside you, leaving you aching for more. But before you have a chance to say anything, Elvis is already positioning himself between your legs from behind. He catches a glimpse of your sweet little gaping hole that was dripping with want. He begins rubbing the ridge of his cock along your pussy, you feel his chest vibrate behind you from a low groan. His tip begins to ease in as he coos in your ear slowly. Without delay, he plunges inside you halfway, his lip curling at your tightness. You wail as he bucks his hips further, and you try to get away due to the harsh feeling of the big stretch. He carefully moves the arm he was resting on to go under your waist to hold you from your firm stomach as he hitches up the rest of your babydoll. Pulling you towards him, his gut pressing into you more.

Taking a glance at your clenched fists and shut eyes, he grumbles, "S'okay baby, breathe."

You gulp down and gasp, "'S't-too much."

"Needa bit more little 'un." He croons and brings his empty hand to swipe at your clit from the front in order to break you in with more ease.

With a final buck of his hips, he fills your sweet cunt completely, taking him all in. You cry out at the forceful pinch, your hand gripping at his hand that held you from your tummy. Elvis grunts loudly when you clench at his cock.

"M-Mah god, baby, let loose f'me. You'll break me off wit' all tha squeezin'." He blurts out, his voice strained with pleasure and urgency.

Your body trembles against his, and he continues to swipe at your tender nub, wanting to bring any type of pleasure to you right now. Elvis glanced up at your face, a tear dribbling down from the corner of yours. He leaned in, kissing it away. Gently opening your glossy eyes, you look up towards the mirror, taking in the way you were both at last bound. His robe was still hanging loosely on his body, and his hair was tousled as he pressed his face into your nape. As you gripped him with your hand, you felt him grab hold of it and start pulling it down to your heat. Placing it between your thighs, where you and him connected, you traced his weighty balls over with your small hand. Indicating he was practically balls deep inside your dear little hole.

"Yuh feel him inside ya." He whispered airily into your nape, the bass of his voice rumbling against your back.

You blushed at his words, feeling a mixture of shyness and alertness. You nodded, unable to find the words to respond, as you focused on the sensation of him filling you completely. His hand remained on yours, guiding your movements as you continued to explore the intimate connection between your bodies. Your digits now covered by both yours and his fluids. Elvis let his hand loose and moved it over to your waist, both of his arms now holding you in a spoon position. As the initial sting began to fade and pleasure took its place, you began moving, slowly your movements against him became more confident. Each motion became braver as desire continued to build between you both. Your whimpers got louder, and you felt the hairs on your nape stand as you heard a little huff come from Elvis behind you. His grip on your waist tightens slightly, his breath warm against your skin as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Pulling himself out slightly and then bucking into you again, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan as you experienced the overwhelming sensation for the first time. A dance of pain and pleasure intertwined within you. You were sure a trickle of blood had stained the satin sheets beneath you both as you felt the warm wetness building between you two. You were too busy taking in the feeling of his hardness inside you, he noticed as he peeked up at the mirror and saw you lying there with your small mouth gaping and your hand buried between your thighs where he had left it.

"Touch yuh'self sweetheart." He grunted into your ear as he strained himself from moving his hips too harshly, his grip on your waist still firmly in his arms.

You complied, your fingers danced over your sensitive folds, slick with arousal, and maybe more, until they found your swollen clit. As you began to rub circles around it, your moans grew louder and more dire, echoing through the room. The mirror gave you a clear view of your own flushed face, your eyes filled with desire and vulnerability. The way he watched you, his dark eyes smoldering with lust, only fueled the fire burning within you. Every movement caused the robe to sway gently, revealing hints of his luscious curves beneath. As your fingers continued their rhythmic dance upon your clit, you couldn't help but imagine his hands—those strong and skilled hands—taking over. The thought of his touch, his fingers tracing the same patterns you were now creating, made your toes wriggle. Your breath hitched as you quivered as the warm, fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen became more and more unbearable. His thrusts became more vigorous, matching the intensity building within you. The room was filled with the symphony of your moans mingling with his low grunts. As he maintained his relentless pace, you surrendered yourself completely to what your body was feeling. The tension in your body coiled tighter and tighter until, finally, with one strong thrust, you unraveled into a state of euphoria on his cock. Your body trembled with sheer bliss as he continued to move inside you, he watched as your pretty face contorted and your blush deepened.

"O-Oh god." You whined loudly, tightening around him, and the throbbing of his girthy cock became even more pronounced.

His grip on your hips tightened as he thrust into you with renewed vigor, looking for his own release. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making you moan prettily but uncontrollably. He glared over at you, bringing one hand up to grasp your jaw, his thumb once again finding its way into your mouth.

"N-Not so loud baby. Ain't want no 'un else hearin' ya gone like this, only me." He spoke between each heavy breath, sounding imposing.

You nodded, unable to say any words.

His thumb pressed against your tongue, silencing your moans as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. The room was filled with the sound of skin pushing against skin, blending with your muffled cries of pleasure. You felt your ears grow hotter as his grunts turned into gruff whines, it made you wonder how such a man could make such pretty sounds. He pressed into you harder, the suppleness of his hair-filled belly now squished into your lower back. Elvis' grip on you toughens under you, his fingers digging into the skin of your tummy as he pulls you closer, seeking an even deeper connection. His other hand now filled with your drool. Watching as his lip was now curled, you couldn't tear your gaze away from his beautiful expression slipping into that o-face of his through the mirror. With one final thrust, he let out a garish whine, emptying himself inside of your now-tamed pussy, filling you completely with his essence. You couldn't help but muffle a sob and bite down on his thumb as you felt his scorching seed paint your walls.

He was still so far buried inside you as he let out heavy sighs. Elvis slowly began to withdraw his upper body from you, looking down at the slight space between his belly and your back, shifting his hips slowly to pull out, the base of his cock streaked with your pure blood. He paused as he felt your tongue pushing at his thumb and looked over, your eyes were watery.

He withdrew his large hand, you turned your head over to him, the position putting a little discomfort on your neck as he was still spooning you. You were in awe of his blushed face and matted, lush hair sticking to his forehead from all his sweat. Bringing the hand you still held between your thighs over to hold the side of his face, your eyes widened as you focused on the redness of your blood on your digits, which had now smudged a bit on his cheek. Elvis took in your expression and glanced over at your small hand against his cheek, he snickered. Grabbing ahold of it, he brought it over to his mouth, giving it a soft kiss and even a subtle lick. Your purity now smudged along his soft lips.

"A fine 'ittle flower 'as bloomed," he mumbled as he leaned his face into you.

Your heart raced as his lips pushed against yours gently. The taste of his kiss, a mixture of your blood and his own essence, sent warmth down your spine. He steadily pulled away, enjoying the fact that your lips were stained right along with his.

It left you brain-scattered and your hind eyes in a fuzzy state.

You were brought back when you felt him pulling his practically flaccid cock out of you. You winced as a dull ache shot through your body. Quickly sensing soreness, but a satisfied, weak smile tugged at the corners of your lips, knowing he'd finally gone completely with you. You stiffened as the warmth of his spew slowly oozed out of your snug, bruised hole.

Elvis' view was a delight, he thought, watching as the scarlet milky mess glazed your puffed-up pussy lips, running down your inner thigh. Slumbering on your back now, your babydoll still pushed up but remained covering your small chest.

But before you could turn to fully face him, you panicked as he stood up from the bed abruptly.

"E-Elvis," you sputtered out, even reaching your hand out for him.

He ignored your plea as he hurriedly walked towards the bathroom. His footsteps echoed in the silence, and you suddenly felt anxious. Moments later, he emerged with a damp towel in his hand. As he approached you, he saw the look on your face as you laid on your back.

"Hey, what's wit' da worried eyes baby," he asked gently while gently leaning over at you.

You still felt the pang of fret in your chest as Elvis leaned over you, his concern evident in his eyes.

"I-I just got scared. Thought you w-were leaving," you admitted, your voice shaky.

Elvis' expression softened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair off your face.

"Aww, don' worry, sweetheart. Am here now, ain't goin' anywhere," he reassured you, his voice smooth and reassuring in his drawl.

His touch was comforting, and you felt yourself relax under his calm presence.

As his hand lingered on your cheek, he spoke again. "Ah's needs ta clean my little girl now, kay."

You nodded as Elvis stood in front of you while you lay splayed on the bed. He softly lifted your legs and began to gently wipe away the sticky residue, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His sunken eyes met yours briefly, a glimmer of tenderness, before he focused back on cleaning you up. You flinched as he swiped at your tender bud, and he couldn't help but grin. Finishing up, he tossed the used rag aside. Elvis had always been thorough in his caretaking when it came to you. As he gently began tugging your delicate top down to cover you, he paused and scrunched it up, revealing your small, supple chest and your soft pink meek nipples.

Leaning down to give both of your petite mounds delicate kisses, "Almost forgot 'bout 'em sweet lil' things," he muffled as he kissed your warm skin.

You found yourself giggling as you ran a hand through his tousled-up hair. One of the things he had made you become—a giggler.

He stood back up and fixed your babydoll fully now as he smiled at you.

"All done, my little 'un," he whispered softly, his voice filled with pride and adoration.

Collapsing beside you, his hand tenderly stroked your hair, whispering, "We'll get tha rest uh us cleaned up later."

He then continued as you moved over to fully face him, his robe now imperfectly tied. "Needa hold ya darlin’, ah know how emotional you puny things can be after experiencin' this kinda thing."

You snuggled closer to him with a giggle, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in his embrace. The tubbiness of him being all the more cozy. As you both basked in each other, you felt the palm of his hand smooth down at your lower abdomen.

"Yuh sore?" His voice held that babyish tone.

"Bits," you mumbled as your cheek rested against him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

His hand continued to caress your belly, his touch gentle. “Love her lots,” he suddenly blurted and leaned in to give your forehead a kiss.

You gazed up at him, leaning in to kiss the fullness between his neck and chin. “Loves daddy lots too,” you whispered as you followed up with another kiss before you snuggled into him again.

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Serial designation n x gn human reader where the reader is usually cold to others but is rather soft towards him. head canons?

Ok let’s see!

N x Cold hearted Human Reader (Gender Neutral)

Buckle in, this is pretty long!

(Episode 1) The cold barren wastes of the moon shine upon you

You hated this, living on a dead planet without any one else. Everyone died when whatever happened, you’d search, but those drones where everywhere. You’d didn’t trust any of them, so you stayed away from all shining lights.

Wasn’t long before the lights went out, murder drones soon came to the planet, wiping out many drones and forcing the others into bunkers underground. You kept your distance from the “murder” drones, assuming they don’t discriminate with their victims.

It’s been months after the murder drones landed on the planet, you managed to fix yourself a shelter after your old one was under the watch of local murder drones.

You carefully plotted the nearby patrols, keeping their every move into account. You figured that defending yourself wouldn’t work unless you had something to fight back with, so you tirelessly worked on your newest project; a magnetically amplified photon converter.

You inspected your work carefully, fixing any glitches you found. It just needed one more thing, except it’s somewhere deep into murder drone territory.

You gathered your survival kit, a few homebrew snacks, and set off to find the missing part.

You remembered the massacre that took place near your hideout, two murder drones slaughtered some refugee drones from another bunker. They still haven’t gotten into the one near their patrols, so you kept your guard up, they would be nearby.

While on your journey, you remembered the massacre; one drone taking extreme pleasure tearing the refugees apart, the other was strangely timid around her, preferring to stay back and curse his awkward advances.

He wore a grey jacket with a cap, and that’s all you knew about him. You wanted to know more about these drones, so maybe finding him would be a plus, after you killed him of course.

Looking into the distance after eating a snack, you noticed a mountain of corpses, so you figured that you would have the best luck of finding the part there. You continued forwards, keeping an eye on the sky.

Arriving at the base of the corpse mountain, you checked your surroundings before scavenging. You noticed a purple figure headed your direction, so you hid behind a rotting car.

The small worker drone walked past, muttering something to herself.

You chastised the small drone in your mind, she clearly wouldn’t survive a minute sooner out here.

Scavenging out of her sight, you tried to look for the part within the pile of corpses.

No dice, you checked up on the small drone who was digging into a copse pile.

You thought about revealing yourself, a nagging feeling accompanying that thought.

You got ready to show yourself as she found a small green battery; you would have to convince her to give it to you.

There was a loud rustling above; the small drone ran to cover, as you hid behind the a wall splashed with oil.

The small drone put the battery into her weapon, slipping out curses and trying to get some distance from the murder drone.

She catches sight of you while trying to aim her weapon at the murder drone, this was all that the murder drone needed to throw her off balance.

That poor drone is going to perish, you definitely can’t live with that. Against your instincts you decide to help her fight back against the drone.

The murder drone threw the kid at a wall, knocking the synthetic air out of her lungs.

You stabbed the drone on his wings, the wrench unfortunately didn’t last long against JC Jenson steel. The murder drone threw you with no restraint, you definitely felt something break.

The murder drone approached you, it’s interface shifting through files on what to do against a human. You reached for a nearby rebar stick, the drone placed its heavy leg on your chest.

You felt your chest lose all air, you tried your absolute best to move its leg even an inch.

Losing air, everything started to go black. You accepted your death at the hands of the murder drone.

A bright light awoke you from your fate as the murder drone fell over, missing its head.

The small drone ran over, you quickly fetched the rebar to defend yourself from any more attacks. The small drone put her weapon down and put her hands up to calm you.

“Woah dude, I wouldn’t recommend it, I can do karate. So let that stick go?” She smiled sheepishly, you slowly let your guard down.

“T- hmm” You managed to choke out as your breath hitched, you supported your back against some debris.

The small drone thanked you for the help, your knee felt extreme pain as you hissed in pain. The small drone helped you up, supporting you by her shoulder. Your legs had to rest, so you couldn’t walk properly; which made you dependent on her kindness.

“Who are- what are you- You’re human” The worker drone spoke, confusion laced in her words, her interface not moving.

“Yeah, I’m human” You replied, not knowing what to do. She suddenly stopped as a sloshing noise came from behind, you both turned around as the murder drone got back up. The small drone looked terrified as the murder drone restarted its systems, looking at her recharging gun.

She let you go and charged the murder drone with a piece a rebar.

SMACK

The murder drone stood there unfazed, rebooting it’s systems, before finally looking up the small purple drone.

“Did ya try to hit me with that piece of rebar?” It pointed towards her weapon.

“Uhhh, no!” She hid the weapon behind her, smiling meekly as the murder drone struggled to calculate a response.

“Hmm, oka- WHOA Who’s that!?” The murder drone pointed at you, his tail held high with curiosity. He slowly approached you, his interface shifting through the files, looking for a appropriate response.

“I thought there wasn’t any humans left, are you from the company?” The murder drone asked, his curious smile potentially hiding his true intent. You decided to tell the truth, you were probably screwed anyway.

“No, I’m just a sur-“ the pain was starting to get to you, it was getting harder to concentrate.

“They’re hurt! We should take them to… their place?!” The purple drone stood in front of you, holding up a finger as if it was a keen idea. The last thing you wanted is to let them into your home, but your injuries were too great that your body couldn’t handle the pain; so you nodded.

“Oh, they do some hurt… I guess they do need out help, wait… what is your names?” The murder drone asked you both; his scanners must be broken. No murder drone would ever talk to a worker drone unless it’s laced with homicidal intent, you could use this to your advantage.

“Not the time dude, and I’m Uzi” The purple drone helped you back up with ease, the other drone spread his wings as he walked towards you both.

“East, it’s east” Hopefully they can take you back home, at least then you could die in your bed instead of the ash.

“Your name is east?” N asked innocently.

“EAST, MY HOME IS EAST!” You managed to squeeze out before you felt yourself black out.

Skip to here if you want to get to the shipping🗿

Being taken care of by two drones is not how you expected to spend your evening, but they have no plans to murder you so that’s good.

You struggled to open your eyes, your breath hitched, you hissed with the pain; that murder drone really took you out of commission.

“Oh, you’re awake!” You heard the now familiar voice of the murder drone who stopped your lungs into pulp. He got up from his chair and walked over with a warm soup, you weren’t sure what it was made out of.

“Umm, Uzi helped me with this soup, It’s not really my forte” He smiled coyly, placing the soup near your bedside.

You slowly reached for the soup, but your hands were still tired, causing you to spill a small amount and the spoon.

“Damm” You reached to grab the spoon, muscles aching and the pain exhausting. The murder drone stopped you by reaching for it first.

“Let me get that for you, it’s really the least I can do for you” He gently held your hand and passed you the spoon, you didn’t smile back, you really didn’t know how to respond to his kindness.

“Thanks” Was all that you could muster out. He hummed in response before getting off your bedside, you slowly ate your soup, unsure of what it really contained.

Dried tomato soup, tastes terrible but you won’t complain to the drones who can bend your bones like sticks.

You tried to stay awake and get up but you kept falling back into sleep, so you decided to finally rest.

It was repeating process; wake up, try to move, eat some soup, fall asleep.

A week passed and your body finally felt healthy enough to move around, even for a bit. Thanks to N, he held you while you tried to walk again on your weak legs. He didn’t think much about, always excited to help you while Uzi mocked you both.

You’d give her a knuckle sandwich if you could, but she was beginning to grow on you. She’s outright mean, but you can tell underneath her rough exterior that she really wants to open up; so you obliged her silence. N was kinder than Uzi, often going out of his way to oblige your requests for help, maybe it was out of guilt.

N is gentle, very gentle, you weren’t expecting that murder drones have such sleek steel. It was soft and strong, and his eyes always patient with you, his tail wrapping itself around you.

“Aww, it’s like a cheesy couple in some stupid 90’s horror flick” Uzi laughed out, gaining ire from you and exasperation from N.

“Uzi, cut it out! Y/n’s needs my help, they could fall down if I don’t support them!” N continued to hold you while you leaned on him, Uzi spoke out a “bite me” while she left your bedroom.

“Uzi’s really ripping on us huh?”

“Why do you think so?” You said as N helped you onto your bed, your legs feeling better and your body outright healed.

“Maybe it’s because she’s just jealous of our friendship” N joked, you gave him a slight giggle in response. N wished you a good nights rest as you went to lay on your bed, you felt safe around those two. Especially N, you were often scared of his weapons and his sharp wings, his immense strength, his…

You felt the sun shine through a crack in your home, you’d need to patch it up, could be let in too much ash. You helped your self up, placing your feet on the floor, it felt natural. Shocked, you lift your leg, then your other. You could walk again! You spent some time just walking around, appreciating the interior of your base. You remember your plants, they were your livelihood and your passion, so you go to check up on them.

They were in top tier condition, watered and well taken care of, there a note next to the watering can.

“Hey! N and Uzi here, we thought you would like these plants alive and taken care of! Mostly because you can’t feed yourself without them!” You smiled while grabbing the note, you would thank them, but they’re not here. They definitely got caught out while looking for oil, you don’t blame them.

The light started to dim more and more, you then realized that you woke up as the sun began to set; a consequence of living with nocturnal drones. You sat down and contemplated going out to find them, your legs just healed, no need to put them at risk again.

A few hours passed by, and a knock on your door distracted you from your reading. You got up and headed to check, looking through the peephole and seeing your two companions there.

You opened the door to greet your friends, but you were surprised to see another murder drone, locked down to prevent her escape.

“Y/n, we don’t really have anywhere we can put our friend here… can she stay here with us?” N asked shyly, a awkward blush showing on his face.

“I’m not your friend weirdo” The new murder drone spoke out, getting smacked on the head by Uzi in the process.

“I know V, but can you please behave? This person really trusts us and I think you two could get along!”

“Fineee… but if they try to do any weird adjustments to me I will open them up” V showcased her claws, sharp and still oil stained.

“She won’t, trust me! Isn’t that right Y/n?!” N asked, running his puppy-dog eyes program, it worked.

“Alright, but I’m laying down some house rules; no murdering in my house, be kind to one another, help around the house if you want to stay” V looked at you puzzled, running her interface to find any programs to use.

“V, you’ll behave? Right?” N almost begged, Uzi looked ashamed to be near her friend, you thought it was rather adorable. V eventually relented, making a compromise with N, at least to keep herself feed.

You found a spot where V can be chained down, at least until she calms down.

“Well, what’s the deal with you huh? You some kinda desperate survivor?” V asked, blowing bubbles from an attachment from her arm.

“Hmm” That was all that you were gonna give a potentially psychotic murder drone.

“Ooo you’re a quiet gal aren’t you? A little shy fella?” V pressed again, trying to gauge a reaction from someone she was unsure of.

After a tense moment, you replied with a simple “no”

You headed back to bed, sure of your safety; N explained to you how murder drones quite literally cannot harm humans. V can talk all she wants, you’re safe, safe thanks to N.

The next night, you were surprised to see how chill V really is, she’s obviously doing this so she can break out but you don’t care much about it. You almost wanted to let her free, but she just hurt Uzi if you let her go.

Uzi had left with N to go investigate something along the name of Absolute solver. Leaving you with V, who you were sure is going to try convincing you to free her.

“Be careful Y/n, she won’t hurt you but V is still… something if she’s left unchecked” N pleaded before he left, you placed your hand on his cheek, or where you thought it was.

“Don’t worry N, she’ll behave” N placed his hand on yours, starting to smile his adorable smile. Uzi pulled him away, telling him to focus as he said goodbye; you waved back in return.

“Ooo, lover boy is off to solve some great mystery huh?” V spoke out, still chained to her spot. You walked over to her, passing the books that you read to her when she woke up. She liked the romantic books the most, you teased her at midnight about it.

“He’s not my lover, I just trust him” You said to defend your exterior shell, although you couldn’t deny your growing feelings from him; maybe it’s the chronic loneliness, maybe it’s because he’s so dang kind, or maybe because he cares about everyone and everything.

“Oh come on, who else would put their hand on someone’s cheek? Someone who is in loveeeee” V mocked, laughing like some school girl.

“We’re just friends!”

“Are you gonna put your hand on my cheek soon, since we’re suuuch good friends?” V continued, she really liked getting on your nerves.

“I just might, my dear friend” You got close to her, hopefully this confuses her and she backs off.

“Uhhh, I didn’t mean it like th- Wait! Are you gonna kiss him???” V spat out, initially backing up but running a divergence program, accompanied by a led smug face.

“He’s not my boyfriend”

“Oh come on, look. If you can unlock this thing, I can show you how you two are totally right for each other!” V twinkled her fingers, clearly intending to escape.

“No”

“Damm you robo-Jesus, you’ve abandoned me” V is clever, but you are definitely more clever than her.

“You said me and him are compatible, how?”

“So you do like him”

“I don’t, you wanted to prove a point so go ahead” You challenged her, at least to keep her at bay.

“Uh, fine…” V finally relented, she’s thankfully backing up.

“Despite your cold exterior, you let him touch you all he wants, a simple complement turns into holding each other’s hands. He’s finally thawing you out, eventually you’ll kiss his hand. Then boom! He’s in love, and lovely little lonely you would reciprocate those feelings”

V smirked, her smug interface bearing into your eyes. You didn’t want to admit that she was right, it’s been so lonely, and N is a wonderful person friend boyfriend thing.

“I- I’m going to bed” Now you just wanted to go to sleep, it’s almost day anyway and the night is starting to go away.

“Night!” V muttered something under in lower volume, she was probably agonizing over her failed escape attempt.

Knock Knock Knock

They’re back, Uzi and N are probably just checking up on V. You’ll let them know that she’s behaving well, feed her, then finally go to bed.

“N, Uzi ho-“

“Y/n, can we… talk?” N was alone, Uzi must’ve went back to her bunker. N looked rather sad, like he was told off by a parent for doing something bad.

“Um sure, let’s go to my room” You closed the door as N came in, the soft howling of the ash storms silenced.

N entered your room, before you could follow, you heard a whisper.

“Aww look at the lovers”

You scowled at V, who scoffed in return. She’s an asshole, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Entering your room, N was sitting in your chair, a rather sorry expression on his interface. You sat on your bed and placed your hand in his, something that you were starting to get comfortable with.

“What happened?”

As if he was about to start crying, N dumped it all on you. How the absolute solver program brought back his former friend, to how Uzi looked at him with absolute terror in her eyes. He couldn’t sob, but you were sure he was doing the drone equivalent of it.

“N..” He looked at you, digital tears flowing from his interface. You wrapped your arms around him, with him following in tandem.

“Don’t worry, Uzi will come around, she knows you aren’t dangerous”

“It’s just, I don’t want to lose my first ever friend, a- apart from you of course” You giggled as N let you go, letting out a tired yawn.

“I’m going to go feed V, night Y/n”

“Goodnight N”

(Episode 2) The maroon prom

Poor N, he really didn’t mean to hurt Uzi, you were sure of it. Maybe you’ll find her and hopefully explain everything to her, she’s just a kid, a slightly psychotic kid. Now that you think about it, she’s just like a kid.

Your eyes opened, the soft humming of the ash storm alerting you that it was night, time to wake up.

You entered your living room where V and N were talking about something, but before you could listen in you were horrified to see three corpses wearing formal attire.

“Oh you’re up! It’s prom night tonight! V wanted us to got us some suits! So we all could look dapper” N had a huge smile on his face, his face lit up with the prospect of hanging out with his friends to his first ever night out.

“Yeah like, we come in all fabulous and the purple freak lets us in, mostly because she doesn’t have any friends. And then boom! We pop her little head off along with everyone else” V grimly suggested, earring a conflicted stare from N.

“Aren’t we her friends?” You asked while inspecting the corpses, deciding to take the one with a red suit on.

“I’m not freeing you for prom murder v!” N groaned, while you grabbed the corpse and dragged it to your room.

“Don’t come in I’ll be changing!” N gave you a thumbs up while V winked at you, giving you a devilish smile.

You entered your while V and N started to argue about something, you would help, but it seems like they’re beginning to quiet down. So you focused on putting on your suit, you had to hurry though, your front door got opened.

Finally putting on your bow tie, you were ready to go, hopefully V is willing to hold back her murderer urges. If not, then she’ll have to miss out, that would suck.

You opened your door, looking for a dressed up drone ready to take you to your first ever prom.

N wasn’t moving, he was headless, he was dead. You slowly approached the body, oil splurging from his neck.

“N?” Your voice was soft, you haven’t noticed that it was beginning to quiver. You shuck his body, unsure of what to do, you couldn’t lose him, you won’t lose him.

You hugged his corpse, squeezing as hard you could, slowly closing your eyes. Hearing a program from N running, you hoped it would bring him back, you prayed that it would bring him back.

“Uh, Y/n? Y/n! It’s ok I’m perfectly fin- oh, are you crying!?”

You didn’t even notice that you were crying, N wrapped his arms around you. You kept sobbing on his shoulder, unsure of how to feel. This was sad, but you never really knew what sad was. So you kept crying.

“Y/n, it’s ok! I’m here, I’m here” You had to stop crying, V took off, she’s going to kill everyone at the prom. They can’t come back, N can, but the kid can’t. You needed to focus.

You blinked out your tears, brushing your eyes, before looking at your front door. N got up from the ground, suddenly remembering what V has done, he started to panic.

“Oh, Oh! V’s gonna, we’ve gotta, we need to go!” He looked at the remaining suit, before stepping towards the front door, but looking back at the corpse once again.

“I do wanna look dapper…” You were already up, ready to confront V.

Grabbing the suit off the corpse which crumbled into dust, you threw it to N. You pushed past him, ready to pursue V.

“Get dressed, there’s gonna be a murder at prom tonight”

You knew V was already headed to the bunker, so you and N flew quickly. N noticed that you were rather quiet, so he started to talk.

“Thank you for worrying about me, seriously Y/n. You’re a good friend. The other drones weren’t really kind to me… except Uzi of course”

“I thought you were a goner, I… was scared that you were gone” You closed your eyes and hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“It’s alright, I’ll always come back”

N smiled as he started to slow down, lowering himself closer to the ground, as you noticed Uzi running in front. You both landed and as you let go of N, he ran over to Uzi to calm her down.

“Uzi!”

They both interrupted each other as N despaired over Uzi not wanting him there, N began to walk away as he assumed Uzi was still afraid of him. You grabbed his hand as Uzi spoke up, clearly in distress.

“No! I could use the help… of you being there.. with me” Uzi sported a embarrassed blush, this must be very out of character for her emo ai. You looked at her with a soft smile, good to see she misses her friends.

“Dapper buddies!” N said while he squished you in between him and Uzi, you pushed him off after a while, reminding him about his killer co-worker.

Uzi led you two through the hallways, rushing quickly by some adult worker drones keeping security. You three climbed through the vent after N suggested that it would be “super cool!” Exiting the vent, N carried you and Uzi down to the dance floor full of other worker drones.

C R A S H

Landing hard, you grabbed your knifes ready for action, while Uzi shouted towards V. “Unhand them you Fiend!” Whispers amongst the other worker drones start to make you nervous, but you can’t be distracted now. The worker drone nearest to her spoke up quickly “On second thought you are way hotter than Doll, Run Idiot!”

“Ok I’m confused, what’s going on?” N said exactly what the group was thinking, Uzi pointed towards the red worker drone.

Everyone panicked as you realized that V was pinned by some metal pipes, the red worker drone crushed another worker drone into a oil paste. She used her powers to cause chaos and keep everyone locked inside the prom room.

The red drone spoke in a foreign language that you didn’t understand, as she started to walk slowly towards V she continued her onslaught on her fellow drones. V managed to free her hand and transform it into a smg, firing rounds at the red drone; who in turn deflected the bullets into the ground. The red drone launched a cleaver at V, lobbing her arm off. With no more bullets distracting her, the red drone ripped out the ceiling fan, intending to to finish V once in for all.

“Holy s-“

“Holy crap what is she doing”

“This isn’t what I expected at all!”

N’s bewilderment gave way to concern rather quickly.

“I guess we should-?” Uzi responded to that with a long groan.

With a swift motion, N flew forwards while Uzi ran over to his side. You charged the little drone as fast as you could, only to be thrown towards the others. You hissed from the pain in your arms, getting back up in a instant.

“Woah dude, that must’ve hurt”

You disregarded the pink skirted high schooler and listened the attacker, unfortunately she spoke Russian, at least the others could understand.

“Bite me! Whoever started this wants us to fight, I’m not dealing with anything well, but… I’m done dealing with everything alone”

N smiled as you joined your friends once again, ready to fight alongside them.

“We move forward together, or not at all!”

The red drone said something, before pinning N and launching another industrial fan towards you three. N shoved you both out of the way, giving you both a thumbs up, not that you saw it. You looked up to the red drone preparing a knife to throw, you grabbed a chair and jumped over Uzi to block the attack, you heard a strong rip in the chair. The knife was embedded into it, barely scraping your chest; Uzi grabbed it out the chair, laughing while doing so.

The red drone lifted her arms to grab onto Uzi, but was shocked to see nothing would work, so she threw another knife towards her. Uzi blocked it effortlessly, the red drone looked scared, but still kept her resolve. Uzi told you she could handle the red drone, imploring you to find N and make sure he isn’t dead.

“Thank you Lizzie!”

“Yeah he’s alive don’t worry”

Uzi deflected another flurry of knife throws, the lights started to flash, she must’ve hit the control panel. Doing a massive backflip, Uzi was able to get on the stage where you were, you held a wrench you found on the ground. After throwing the microphone stand towards her, you joined her as she got down on the dance floor. You tackled Uzi as the microphone stand flew by you both, she seamed thankful but you weren’t sure.

“Stop Saving Me!”

That’s her way of saying thank you, you were sure of it. You looked up to see a knife flying towards you, you held up your wrench as if you were about to hit a base ball. A stinging pain overwhelmed your hand as you let go of your wrench, the knife is embedded in your hand, the handle pointing towards the red drone.

Another knife started to fly towards you, thinking quickly you shoved Uzi out the way to keep her safe. You closed your eyes, ready for a knife to impale you. A sharp clink alerted you to open your eyes, you were happy to see N blocking the red drone’s attack.

“Y/n! We need to get you out of here!” He held out his hand, as if he was offering you a romantic dance. Part of you wanted to say no, so you smiled as you grabbed his hand. He looked over his shoulder and looked panicked, suddenly you were spun around as a large table flies by.

You were temporarily shocked but quick to adapt, with N spinning you towards him; you wrapped your arms around him, giving the red drone a cheeky smile. N shot a slim rocket towards her, intending to blind her visibility so Uzi could attack. Uzi didn’t fair well, as a table sent her to the stage, so you and N were on your own.

“Nice moves N~” You gave N a sly smile, his interface turned bright with a blush. He giggled a bit, before trying to flirt back.

“Aww than- WHAO OK YOUR TURN!” Launching you into the air, N was shoved back by another table. You were flying in midair, very much panicking, the red drone smiled as she summoned more tables. You weren’t looking forward to becoming a pancake, so you reached your legs out and were surprised when you managed to jump off the table onto the next.

Reminding yourself, you kept up your composure as you leaped towards the red drone. She summoned more knifes to throw, you reached out with your knife-embedded hand to stick it in her face. The knifes were fast, slicing your arms but embedding themselves in any way, you were focused on your target.

The red drone’s eyes widened in fear as you plunged your hand onto her face, the knife sticking in with a wet slick. You both collapsed onto the floor, the red drone deactivated, you caught your breath. With a groan, then a yelp you pulled out the knife.

“Well thanks for stealing my thunder newbie” V as always knew how to compliment your abilities, with a snide comment.

“Y/N! WE NEEDED HER ALIVE” Uzi shouted as she finally caught up, groaning as she looked the corpse.

“Nice going ding dong” Another snide comment, very helpful.

“As if you weren’t going to do the same” You retorted, getting lightly punched by V as a result.

Rolling your eyes, N stepped up to defend you but was cut off by Uzi bringing everyone back to heel. She picked up a small device from the floor, a sort of wristwatch. You followed Uzi towards the red drone’s room, where apparently she figured she’d find some clues.

“Uh oh”

“Hehe nice”

You entered the room, surprised to see corpses strewn about; disassembled with oil darkening the room, even as light shined upon it. You followed behind N, making sure to check on your bandaged hand. V took a arm and decided to have a little taste, much to everyone’s jargon.

“Uh self respect?”

You decided to keep an eye on everyone, you weren’t good at this investigation thing. N avoided stepping on the little bugs, V was busy trying to see if a door is a threat, Uzi was still at the kitchen looking at something. Before you could walk over to Uzi, N uncovered something.

“I think we found her folks”

V decided that the situation could be improved with one of her snide comments.

“Literally, they didn’t even taste that good”

“Dude you suck”

“V that’s really mean, like literally mean!”

Uzi checked on one of the corpses, finding a badge with the name Yeva. You looked up if by any miracle that the two murder drones would know anything about a Yeva. She was there.

“OH SHI-“

The knife flew past towards Uzi. She held up her hands stopping the knife midair, Uzi was controlling it. With a clink the knife fell. You cowered behind N as the red drone spoke, you couldn’t understand but you doubt the others did too.

“What- wh- oh don’t you dare!”

The red drone was gone, as she was never there.

“UHH I HATE IT HERE!!!”

You held N’s hand, still shocked.

Epilogue

“What the hell was that” V said, looking at Uzi. Uzi yelled back, clearly a little distressed over what just happened. N was about to step in but you held him back, noticing that another drone entered the room.

“Uzi?” The adult worker drone spoke, scared to be in the murder drone with two murder drones and some random human.

“I- uh, I’m coming dad…” Uzi shamefully followed her dad out the room. V scoffed as she left, looking back at you two.

“I’ll see you two back the house” V said, making sure to use her best flirty voice, another snide comment.

She left, leaving you and N behind as you both exit the room. You collapse on a bench in the hallway, exhausted from the fight. N sat down next to you, keeping his distance, respectful as always. You leaned onto him, trying your best to not fall asleep.

“Are you alright?” N carefully wrapped his arm around you. He decided against leaning onto you, staying as a stable foundation for you.

“Yeah, you’re here. I’m going to be alright” You leaned more, making sure to keep all of your weight onto him.

“Oh, I never got the chance to flirt back!” N spoke, eyes wide with excitement. You got up and waited patiently as N had to hype himself up, poor thing, it took him a while but he finally got the nerve.

“What’s your type? And why is it me?” He asked with a cheeky smile, breaking into laughter after a couple seconds. You joined in as he helped you up, he kept his arm around you. You both started to walk to the exit, heading back home.

“Well, you’re kind and considerate. Always willing to help others even when it’s really stupid to do so, encouraging me and Uzi to be the best that we could be. Fearless, even in the face of foldable prom tables!”

“Hey! They hurt ya know”

“I thought you JCdenton drones were durable”

“We are! It just hurts when we get hit by something”

“Alright alright, I’ll lay off”

“Hey uh Y/n, thanks for sticking around”

“Hmm, don’t mention it”

You gave N a quick kiss on his cheek, he of course started to blush and soon had to be carried to the exit. He was surprisingly light, although next time he will have to carry you, it’s only fair.

Fin🗿

Hey everyone, I’ve finally escaped from the locked warehouse these nice mafia men took me to. But seriously I’m back, and I’m glad to be back. I’ll try to be more consistent, pinky promise👍

Also I have a nephew now, so I had to help take care of him! That’s why I haven’t been writing as much. Still though, thanks for your request, you keep this fandom alive!

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