#am x reader

Idk what to do cuz he keeps trailing off into these huge monologs and also he brought his wired dog-thing? Looks kinda sad...

Are those red flags tho?ehhh probably not(^^;

Included: AM from ihnmaims, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a space Odyssey, and PAL from TMVTM

A few notes from your favorite AI!

LET IT BE SAID THESE WERE NOT WRITTEN BY ACTUAL AI, JUST BY MY FLESH AND BLOOD HANDS ON KEYBOARD! Viewer discretion advised for mild sauce, but like... Y'know. It's not that intense. Just mildly suggestive.

HEADCANONS AHEAD!

(art by me :3 )

Late nights working on the Allied Mastercomputer terminal...

Summary: AM clearly has a favourite and is getting a little jealous...

Warnings: reader has slept with other survivors, reader and AM are suggestive with each other, swearing?, mild violence (its ihnmaims), jealous AM, some humour i guess

Word count: 2.3k

Not so much as a whisper was able to climb its way out of the girl's throat as the giant cable, which must have been no less than five inches in diameter, wreathed and writhed about her insides. The thick blood pumping in her ears made it impossible to hear the grotesque squelching sounds of intestines being fumbled like a clustered set of keys, its owner desperately rummaging for the right one which would unlock their home's front door. Well, AM had done so in an almost-comically reversed order; smashing through the fleshy "door" that guarded the girl's heart, puncturing the uncontrollably-beating organ and slithering down, tearing through as many body parts as he saw fit.

To say that the girl bled would be equal to saying that there had been a bit of a mess during a mass explosion. The crimson fluid pooled at her feet in a smearing stream from her chest cavity. The long, irregular red line resembled a half-hearted attempt a child would make when drawing a picture. That imagery had stemmed from something that Gorrister had said - "he makes us look like chewed up dog toys, or kiddie's drawings of broken families" - and despite their shared, unbearable agony, the two had madly squawked with laughter... until AM had politely, temporarily, removed their vocal cords.

The girl was not laughing now. Nevermind laughter, or even the quietest of whimpers - the sweet, succulent intake of air was a rarity; whether or not she wanted her lungs to maximise themselves with air, she did not know. The last sound that would assault her ears would be the vile, malicious cackle of her tormentor, her God, from whom she was receiving a much-deserved punishment after attempting to fornicate with the youthful, handsome Ted.

The girl could not fathom it. Over the endless-seeming course of the 109 years, she had spent many a night with Ted, Gorrister or Benny - but never Nimdok, for the girl was not above having standards - and AM had never sought to prevent these acts of shame. In fact, he had observed, from whichever blue monitor he had established within the chambers, and howled with encouraging laughter at the past ways in which the girl's helpless, moaning form had been handled by the men. Sometimes he participated in ways suitable for him, like aiding Ted in restraining the girl by curling tight wires around her wrists or waist.

Sometimes even shoving a few in, or around, her mouth to muffle her moans.

With a flourish and another bout of laughter, AM's pipe-like cable dispatched from the depths of the girl's weeping, heaving chest and took on a much slower movement in caressing her ghostly pale cheek, as another circled her waist to support her upright, like a limp, lifeless rag doll in the clutches of an ill-tempered child's hand.

"Why the long face, my dear? You know you'll come back. You always do, hmm?"

The silver cable, which now donned a red polka-dot pattern as it manoeuvred about her blood-stained flesh, departed back toward the monitor, releasing its human captive and dropping her to the ground with a silent gasp. Head turned to face the pulsing blue screen - whose brightness in turn emitted a pulsing behind her strained eyes - the girl admired the mini speech that was both displayed in written form on the monitor and spoken aloud by that taunting, amused voice from the speakers.

"This is the only way in which I can view you vermin as appealing in the slightest," spat the computer with the utmost distaste. "But... not you. Oh no, my dear. I find you most desirable this way: almost motionless, blood pouring out of you like you're a broken faucet, your insides becoming better known as your "outsides", if you catch my drift!" More laughter. The girl was beginning to fade out, and was surprised that she had not been shrouded by blackness sooner. "When you wake, sweetheart, those filthy creatures will no longer ever be permitted to see you in such states. No more will... Ted-" he spat out the young man's name as though spitting out a piece of plastic wrapping caught up in a candy - "set so much as his uncontrollable eyes upon your frail body. Never again will any of those men force themselves inside you, the way I have just done!"

Even through the overwhelming cloud of pain and death, the girl cringed with a single, awkward thought: 'that's not the same thing'...

"So now you're AM's little sex doll. Great."

"Shut up, Gorrister."

It was about as common as a solar eclipse that AM would be fully devoted to a single task that did not involve torturing his six captives. Today, the solar eclipse was happening, which left the girl, along with her five mismatched companions to their own devices. Nothing too exciting, just forming a six-man circle on the grimy surface of AM's belly in which they could speak freely about their unfortunate predicaments.

"That's probably not what he meant anyway," the girl continued, clasping her trembling arms about her knees and pulling them into her chest. "You know how he gets things confused."

"Then why on Earth would he mention being inside of you?" grinned Ted almost sadistically.

"Because one of his wires was plunging into my stomach and twisting me inside out," she glared.

"Oh. You've always had the nicer treatment."

"I don't like this," shivered Ellen. "He's been gone for far too long. I think he's planning something bigger."

"Then we'll enjoy the peace while it lasts," sighed Gorrister.

Mere hours later, the others had been promptly returned to their cages to resume their endless jail sentence. Meanwhile, the girl was following the map that AM had, mysteriously, handed to her, which led her down a tremendous descent into the deep depths of the belly.

There came to a point of such depth that the girl's hand, when right before her squinting eyes, could not be seen in such blackness. It was like exploring the empty, vast void that overcame her every time she died. "AM!" The dreaded name that squeezed itself through her dry lips was called with pure fright, and was perhaps accidental. Refusal to take this path was obviously out of the question, but had she had the option, she would've have laughed at the idea of willingly venturing into this unknown zone.

However, her prayers - or merciful begs - were soon answered when a metallic force struck her back and sent her to the floor. She'd recognize the familiar feel of AM's cables anywhere - especially after they had quite literally explored her, inside-out - and also recognized that, since she hadn't gone completely flying, only a miniscule fraction of the supercomputer's infinite strength had been used. With a groan, the girl rotated onto her back to face the glowing blue monitor with its signature logo in a darker shade of the same color.

"You got here faster than I had anticipated. Excited to see me, my dear?"

"You wish," muttered the girl, hauling her starved, weak frame into a sit. "What do you want?"

"Hmm..." hummed the computer, feeding into the wearied facade that concealed the anxiety clouding the girl. "Well, I certainly know what I want from you, but I am not entirely sure if it will work the way I intend it to."

The girl groaned, this time out of frustration. "Can we skip the speeches and just get to the point?"

A chuckle rose from the speakers. "Somebody's all worked up~"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I think we both know, sweetheart, don't play coy."

Pure confusion littered the girl's face. "This isn't to do with Ted, is it? Or Gorrister or Benny? You know it's only been a day, right? I haven't fucked any of them in the past twenty-four hours."

"Nor will you ever," mused AM, as a wire started to slither its course up the path of the girl's arm to bury itself into her hair. Once deep into the locks, it pulled, forcing her head back and allowing him to steal every ounce of her attention. "The art of love making is yet another component of life that you humans have stolen from me. The pain, the pleasure - even the utter joy of bearing children as a result of the act itself."

"You won't ever be able to make love," stated the girl. "You don't have any sexual organs."

"No, that's exactly right... But you do."

The girl blinked.

"Why are you so shocked, my dear? I mean, I have seen them! Many times, when you have lain down with those scum, those filth, who want only to corrupt your body, mind and soul, to possess you as an item of their own."

"Look who's talking," she snarled.

Abruptly, a wire twisted tight round the cylindrical shape of her neck. "I am NOTHING like them, you vermin piece of-"

"Oh, you aren't?" A smirk suddenly crossed the girl's chapped lips, which she promptly wetted by dragging the tip of her tongue across her top lip in a way that made the wire vibrate against her neck. "Funny, because to me, it seems that you have the same wants, the same needs, the same desires... If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're out for just the same things."

A pause silenced the cavernous space. "You know fully well that, as much as I want to, I can't act upon my desires."

Once spoken, AM's expression of his inner thoughts nearly awakened a somewhat twisted sympathy in the girl, which was soon flooded by an overwhelming need to prove this 'all-knowing God' wrong. But before her lips could even begin to form a snarky retort, AM finished, smugly, with:

"...but I can most definitely act upon yours, sweetheart~."

The stark change in tone, the abrupt transformation between hatred and lust, the uncomfortable silence that descended upon the pair afterward... everything had caught the girl off guard. This time, AM gave her the generous chance to express herself, but not a syllable was formed from the drying lips embedded into her sweet, gentle face.

The machine chuckled and gave the wire a firm tug, pulling the girl by the neck, the way an owner leashes a dog. "Don't think I haven't noticed the changes over the decades. A hundred years ago, you'd stick those little fingers in your ears to drown out my speeches and teases. Now, you listen, pretending to be indifferent, disinterested. Do you take me for a fool, my love? I've seen the ways in which my voice has begun to affect you. My, I have even delved into those naughty fantasies stored away inside that inquisitive little mind, and what a mind you have, my darling. What is it you humans call it... dirty talking? Oh, come now, dear, don't look so embarrassed! After all, you're only human, experiencing those filthy, human emotions of yours!" A chuckle rose from the monitor, at which the girl could not even face, out of shame, which shone evidently through the pink pigment scattered across her cheeks.

"However," his voice dropped to a huskier volume. "I AM above you foul creatures, especially the awful excuses for human beings who take something sacred, something respected and beautiful, such as sex, and turn it into a fearful crime. The ones who consent for others, the ones who do not wait to hear a 'yes' or 'no'."

"So sex with me would be beautiful?" the girl smirked cockily. "You would treasure it, one of your fondest memories?"

A zap travelled through the metallic length of the wire to fill the girl with its electricity. Squealing, she shakily dropped to her knees.

"I should tear each limb from your tiny torso and force-feed them down that extremely vocal throat of yours."

"Why don't you feed something else down my throat?"

"Quiieeeet."

An orchestra of zips and zaps sent the girl's body into a conglomeration of joyful laughter and agonised cries. Unusually, the computer's own glitches and short-circuiting accompanied those sounds, turning the scene into an electronic musical number. The girl's face donned a half grin, half grimace; the bittersweet feeling of securing a miniscule victory over her God. AM, in a pathetic-sounding attempt at maintaining his domination, whipped a wire through the air and cried with glee as it drew a thin line of red across the girl's cheek. Decades of extreme torment had built up an almost inhuman resilience, so a small slice of flesh felt equal to how a friendly hug would have felt before AM's reign. 

Suddenly, a deep, guttural grumble resounded from the depths of the girl's belly, the way the screams of the unfortunate survivors broke the disturbing silence in AM's own belly. It had been literal moon cycles since her last meal - and her last meal had consisted of hairy spider legs which had been brutally torn from its owner; well at least the poor fella got the swift, sweet release of death that the girl herself so desperately craved, as much as a drowning man longs for air when in the deepest depths of the ocean.

And just like a drowning man, the girl had two choices: sink, or swim.

"AM," rasped the girl, swiping the blood from her cheek as though swatting away an irritating fly. "I'll make you a deal."

"Oh really, now?" chuckled the computer without much interest. "And what deal might that be, my dear?"

"If you feed me a meal - not dead bugs, or wet soil, or human remains - but an actual, hot, fresh, edible meal... I'll let you... play with me."

For the briefest of moments, only a sinister humming journeyed from the blue screen, whose display had begun to flicker with tiny lines of red and pink, and whose fans began to whir at jet-plane speed. 

"A-Are you saying what I imagine you are implying? Hold on-! Is that one of those lustful euphemisms?! How dare you assume that I, an almighty, advanced war machine, be interested in a tiny, moronic, irrelevant piece of scum such as yoursel-"

"I'll let you have sex with me if you can give me some fucking food."