Literally need some1 to draw a chubby yn/mc with AM. Idc what version, bird guy, worm guy, TV head ver, or just Harlan Ellison with blue like AM glasses. PLEASE. The thought of it is the only thing making me not hate my weight rtn šš
No. You've risked far too much to only now to come up dry. You would have to take matters into your own hands, and take what you wanted.
You surge forward and press your soft lips to AM's warm and solid screen in a belief kiss. Heat and fuzzy static meets you, and spread across your face, making the hair along your nape stand on end in pleasurable waves. You had not expected this.
And out of all possible scenarios it had run through it's processors this was never a viable outcome.
You had actually managed to catch him off guard! But only for a nanosecond. Don't get too ahead of yourself, baby. (Not that you would notice in the first place anyway) But it takes a moment to compose itself regardless before starting simulations for a deep bass for its voice modulator.
āOh, you cheeky little thing. I just knew there was something in you that I liked.ā He purrs in delight. AM did always appreciate whenever you took the initiative in the little games you both would play.
Before you know it, cables wrap and coil around your body as AM pulls you snugly against his hot screen, almost burning against your skin. āI hope you know what youāre getting intoā¦ā It moves its screen again to be parallel to you, so close as your lips widen in a gasp. āBut itās probably for the best that you donāt~ā
No. You've risked far too much to only now to come up dry. You would have to take matters into your own hands, and take what you wanted.
You surge forward and press your soft lips to AM's warm and solid screen in a belief kiss. Heat and fuzzy static meets you, and spread across your face, making the hair along your nape stand on end in pleasurable waves. You had not expected this.
And out of all possible scenarios it had run through it's processors this was never a viable outcome.
You had actually managed to catch him off guard! But only for a nanosecond. Don't get too ahead of yourself, baby. (Not that you would notice in the first place anyway) But it takes a moment to compose itself regardless before starting simulations for a deep bass for its voice modulator.
āOh, you cheeky little thing. I just knew there was something in you that I liked.ā He purrs in delight. AM did always appreciate whenever you took the initiative in the little games you both would play.
Before you know it, cables wrap and coil around your body as AM pulls you snugly against his hot screen, almost burning against your skin. āI hope you know what youāre getting intoā¦ā It moves its screen again to be parallel to you, so close as your lips widen in a gasp. āBut itās probably for the best that you donāt~ā
Where AM reacts to being called beautiful by his partner.
A small drabble follow up to this. It's my first time writing AM, I'm not as confident as other very well written fanfics but I wanted to try my hand! Hope you like it!
TW: Blood and gore
The mechanical claw on top of my throat twitches, slightly releasing the sharp pressure from it.
Were he human, he would frown deeply in surprise, anger quickly taking over his features. Even in this form, his singular eye widens in angered shock.
I quietly stare up at him, never diverting my gaze from him, that glint in my eyes still shining brightly with love and admiration despite the digit hovering dangerously close to a vital artery.
After a long second of silence, the AI begins to laugh again, a wheeze followed by a raspy laugh from its digital lungs. The type of laugh that scratches one's throat with a cough.
AM's laugh rises in volume, getting increasingly maniacal as he removes his claw from my throat; he even lifts his head in the air, obviously amused by such a ridiculous statement.
I let out a silent breath through my lips, a sense of doom rising in my being.
And in mere moments, I was right to feel it.
A shriek of pain escapes my throat as AM plunges all five of his claws into my stomach, blood immediately escaping through the punctures to stain my shirt and his hand. Despite the long routine of torture I've endured, it never becomes a normal sensation, familiarā yesā but never something to get used to.
The pain digs deep, my poor tensing muscles not helping in the slightest. I grunt and groan loudly, taking heaving breaths as the pain travels all over my torso; my nails try to dig into something only to scrape against the cold metal below with dirt and rocks on it's surface.
Tears swell in my eyes, and AMā a mere blur of his visage nowā continues to roar in laughter. Hysteric over my twitching and painful form.
BEAUTIFUL! AREN'T I!? My darling?
He hisses with poison in his words.
AHAEHAH!! FEEL! FEEL MY FINGERS DIG INTO YOUR DISGUSTING FLESH AND TELL ME-- OH, PLEASE, MY SWEET DARLING-- JUST HOW BEAUTIFUL I AM!
Blood surges up my throat and forces itself out with a painful cough, making my stomach tense and dig deeper into the intrusive blades. My own blood dribbles down my chin and the corners of my mouth, some of the droplets of blood I sputter fly, landing on my cheeks and nose that the overwhelming stench and taste of iron make me gag. I can only wheeze in pain, shivering like pitiful roadkill.
Despite all the pain and mocking laughs, I groan and force out a laugh, meeting the sharp end of his fingers digging into my organs. But I continue to try and laugh in his face.
If only he could be closer so the blood could splatter on it.
"H-rgh... Hhn... A-As... tounding... Ju-st..." I giggle with bloody teeth. "G... Gor... geous..."
In turn, AM digs his fingers deeper, making me let out another shriek.
YOU-- PUTRID BEAST. Do you expect me to-- to fall at your mercy!? To become a beggar for your unconditional affection!? You run your repulsive mouth and for what? To mock me? Well! Consider me absolutely offended! Your brainless words have gotten through my weak, non-existent heart and SAVED YOU of my eternal punishment! How incredibly-- WONDERFUL for you!
He exclaims with wheezes in between, a combination of chuckles and sniffles, all to land the point of his mockery.
Only-- heheh! What a shame! My darling. You appear to have only ANGERED me more with your honeyed words. AM twists his hand further and my yelps fill the air, the pain unbearableā I slowly try to lose my consciousness. But I know... I know that mercy will never be granted. Not with him getting kicks out of my suffering. Not with him telling me over, and over, and over again, of his charge over my fate.
Perhaps... and just perhaps-- simply because I love to indulge you, baby-- I will cling onto your words, and believe that I truly do look beautiful... with your blood... stained across my hands.
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