This Is So Cute, Them Running In Circles, Screaming

This is so cute, them running in circles, screaming

Ok hear me out, with the teeny tiny AI reader story what is she meets another more sentient AI another spider has and they two are so curious about each other it looks like a pair of dolls having a tea party as they talk about their experiences of being, and being able to relate to each other in a way that nobody else could. She still has her crush with Miguel of course, he’s her number 1 always but she’s curious about meeting another like her, it’s another first for her. And ya girl is eager to know EVERYTHING she can.

Miguel is absolutely 100% not jealous Peter shut up. He’s just… keeping an eye on her. She has an important job to do and there can’t be any long time distractions, that’s why he picks her up by the back of her clothes like a kitten in the middle of conversation. No it wasn’t a cry for attention when he let Lego Spider-Man sit on his shoulder again just to see if that would get her to stop touching the other AI’s form. And it definitely wasn’t on purpose that the other AI’s Spider-Man had to go on a lot more missions to take them on either. Especially after mayday wanted to play house with them. Nope not him. Never.

cws for gn reader.

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“You’re glowering.”

“I’m working.”

“I can smell your anger. It’s tangy.” Miguel cuts his eyes at Peter, a persistent, dull throb at his temples as he slowly breathes out through his nose. “Y’know…” He starts in that tone, that tone that means that Peter thinks he’s got you all figured out. “Jealousy is bad for your cholesterol.”

“I’m not jealous about some android.” The accusation was absurd. Miguel didn’t care if you were getting chummy with someone’s poorly made, middle school project, that was your prerogative. What Miguel did care about was that you weren’t doing your job, but rather poking and prodding at the android in front of you, a million questions flying from your mouth.

He had let you have your fun at first — Jessica Drew had recruited yet another spider, and this one just happened to have an AI of their own that tagged along with them, and you had been on them ever since. Asking questions about their hardware, their functions, if their Spider-man was as grumpy as the one you worked for. But hours had passed, and the sun outside had set long ago, and you were still talking with them.

The both of you were sat on the edge of Miguel’s desk, legs swinging as you talked back and forth, one of you occasionally reaching over to poke at this, pull at that, and marvel at something.

“Really? Cause you look jealous.” Peter says as he struggles to keep Mayday contained, the toddler not content to sit on her father’s shoulders and observe the miniature figures that probably looked an awful lot like her dolls back at home in her eyes. “You’ve got the steam coming out of your ears and everything, my man.”

Deciding that ignoring Peter was the best way to shut him up, Miguel leaves him to wrestle with his kid as he walks over to the two of you, lips set in a thin line as he looks down.

“Miguel!” You smile as you turn to him, but it quickly drops when you realize he’s come over to put a stop to the conversation. “Five more minutes?”

“You asked me that an hour ago, no.” You grumble and huff, arms crossing over your chest as it’s your turn to glower. “You have work to do.”

“But—!” Two fingers pinch at the back of your shirt and lift you up, and your legs wildly kick as he begins to walk with you out of the room. “Miguel! You’re so rude, Miguel! I didn’t even get to say bye!”

“Adiós. There, I said it for you.”

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“Does this mean I’m unbanned from your shoulder now?” Lego Spider-man says as he perches himself on Miguel’s shoulder.

“Temporarily.” Miguel watches you out of the corner of his eye, waiting to see if you’d react after seeing “your” spot taken once again. You glance over, lips pursing and eyes narrowing, and Miguel puffs up, squares his shoulders and lifts his chin, but then that android is tapping at your cheek (they’re awfully touchy) and your attention is back on them.

It’s been like this for days now. You finish your work in record timing, and then seek out the android and spend the entire day talking with them. It’s harmless chatter, conversations never leaving the box of ‘friendly’, but it still grinds Miguel’s gears nonetheless. He could understand the initial fascination, somewhat. You had seen other androids before in this world, your kind wasn’t a rarity, and you were built pretty similarly to androids from other worlds, too. So what was your fascination with this particular one?

He couldn’t understand it, and he didn’t want to, that’s why he raised his wrist up to his mouth and spoke in low tones to his watch. A few minutes later and the android’s Spider-man was walking into the room, and Miguel pretended not to be bothered by your crestfallen face when your little friend is whisked away to assist on a mission.

You pout the rest of the day, letting out dejected sighs every now and then as you take it upon yourself to start on Miguel’s mountain of paperwork, not even caring of where Lego Spider-man is still sitting. Eventually he too has to go, leaving the two of you in the room, and Miguel runs his tongue along the back of his teeth as he takes a seat in his chair, one hand resting on the top of the pile as you went to grab another one.

You look up at him, sad expression weighing heavy on his heart for some odd reason, and he does his best to push that feeling away. “Let’s take a break—we can go for a walk outside.”

You usually jump at the opportunity to get outside, never really going out much, but you shake your head this time, lips downturning and eyebrows furrowing as you sigh. “I don’t feel like going out today.” He hides his face of disappointment well.

“Then we won’t.” He removes his hand from the pile, grabbing a report as he does, and holds his hand out instinct. You’d usually place his pen in it, then chide him for relying on you for the smallest things, but you’re still moping, not paying him any attention, and Miguel thinks that maybe Peter hadn’t been talking out of his ass when he called him jealous.

Miguel had nearly forgotten what it felt like, this all consuming emotion—the uncomfortable itch under his skin, the bitter feeling stewing in his gut, the ache in his chest.

Miguel grabs his own pen, sucks in a deep breath and slowly lets it out, but before he can start making marks on the paper, you’re shoes are walking over the words as you place yourself in his line of sight.

“Miguel?” Your hands clasp together in front of you, and he makes a low noise, a sign for you to continue. “Do you not like them? The other android?”

He blinks, “what makes you think that?”

“You’ve been angry recently…more so than usual.” Your eyes flit between his and the surface of the table. “If . . . if you don’t like them, then I’ll stop being friends with them. I don’t want to upset you, Miguel.”

He clicks the button on the pen, teeth sinking into his tongue as he curses himself for being so obvious with his unwarranted dislike of the android—because it was unwarranted, Miguel wasn’t delusional enough to think that he had valid reason for disliking them.

“Don’t do that on my account.” He settles for. “You’re free to be friends with whoever you want to be friends with.”

“But I don’t want to upset you!”

“I’m not upset.”

“You are!”

“I’m not.” He snaps, eyes narrowing and fangs flashing for a split second. You give him a bland look and gesture to his face.

“You are.” He clicks the button on the pen again, just to find that he’s mashed it all the way down inside, rendering it unusable. “I won’t talk to them again.”

“Yes, you will.”

“You can’t make me talk to them, Miguel. I refuse to! You—put me down!” He grips you by the back of your shirt, your hands reaching up to deliver incredibly soft blows to his fingers. “Where are you taking me?”

“Incinerator.”

“What!?”

~

“There.”

Miguel plops you down on the table in the middle of the dining room, nudging you with a finger in the direction of the other android who was excitedly bouncing in their spot. Tuh.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, obstinately turning your head away from them, and the other android’s excitement turns into confusion. They call your name, and you make a show of turning your back to them, their look of confusion turning to one of hurt. Yeah, been there, buddy.

Miguel calls your name next, and you blink up at him and extend your hands up, assuming he had wanted to pick you up. “Talk to them.”

“No.”

Miguel twists his lips, and then a hand is extending a Spider-man themed glass, soda cup towards him. He looks over to the other Spider-man, eyebrow arched as he takes the cup. He makes a motion, and Miguel snorts in amusement before shrugging.

“Why are you making that fa—” Your voice mutes when Miguel places the cup over you, and he watches as you point your finger up at him, angry shouts likely leaving you. The other android is pushed over to the cup, and Miguel lifts it to allow them to be pushed in, catching the end of your angry “—hate you, you big tyrant!” before the sound is cut off again.

“Yours is a little . . . feisty.”

“That’s a nice way of putting it.” Miguel crosses his arms over his chest, watching as you keep walking away from the other android as they try to speak to you, until eventually it turns into you two running around in circles, large smiles on your faces.

The sight of you happy replaces that dark, grimy feeling that had been building inside him with something lighter, warmer, sweeter.

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✧ Repeating/Responding to their voice-overs: SAHSR

° Sampo, Welt, Jing Yuan

so... you know how you have a few characters on your team for a while... and you start memorizing their dialog subconsciously? Maybe you repeat it out loud at the same time they do, and they hear it on the other side. I don't know why I was thinking of this, but it had me thinking 'why not dip my toes in a self-aware AU?' So here we are once again in a wildly different flavor of post than usual.

TW: Self-aware star rail AU, also I wrote this super late

The cast had settled into living with your lingering presence over time. They couldn't see you, only hear, which was off-putting at first. An assumed Aeon that contacted them and influenced their movements individually- yet never revealed themselves? Even more curious, you had a tendency to prattle on about current happenings and sometimes speak to them each in an indirect manner. Like... copying their words?

✧ Sampo

"The customer is king! And for me to betray the king, well, you gotta make it worth my while."

That was his line- and to hear it out of anyone else's mouth with scarily good cadence was enough to smack him from his friend-to-all persona.

It was a shock to the system hearing it from you. He knew you were an 'odd' Aeon, but playing copycat was childish! How you wound him! It took the second go around for him to hear the giggle in your voice as you parroted his lines back. You weren't mocking him, you were playing along!

Once he did recover, however, he felt a deep sense of pride in his rotten little heart. Less in a cute way and more of a 'the aeon likes me better than the rest of you' kind of way. Really, he will not shut up about how your favorability makes him the golden one among the rest of the team.

And yes, he even attempts to find ways to profit of it. Idly pretending to speak to himself about business deals and such, trying to bait your sweet voice into rambling some very valuable insider info... you had a tendency to call things before they happened, after all.

After repeating his lines, you swear you've been hearing very unique ones that aren't even listed in his character info when you're using Sampo to walk around. He'll comment on the stars and business- it must be some kind of special event. Sampo knows he mustn't break the unspoken rules and communicate too explicitly. But hey, its just you and him. A tree falls in the woods and no ones around to hear it situation. He can't keep you engaged with the same lines forever- so let's introduce some new ones.

✧ Welt

"Calm your body and mind."

Immediately followed by "'Calm your body and mind'- I'm trying, Welt!"

Welt was honestly shocked. You went as far to address him by his first rather than Mr. Yang. Yes, you had a tendency to be unfiltered. Especially toward those you didn't like, liked a bit too much, or when a long fought battle was lost by the skin of your teeth. He never heard someone as devastated as you than the time he was the last man standing, one move away from defeating the enemy- only to fall to some lasting burn or bleed effect.

He was glad the volume of your voice was the same as his inner monolog. Or else you would have given him a migraine with your muffled scream of agony.

This appeared to be a similar time. Welt was trusting in you. You'd conquered many a time before using him as your vehicle for strategy. But this enemy was in a league just one step ahead.

It was reflex to say so before attacking. He hadn't meant to direct his words at you. And you copying his voice in such an exaggerated manner was a clear marker that your patience was running very, very thin. It was juvenile of you, yes, but Welt wasn't one for pointing blame nor scolding when it would do no good. Any other time you actually quieted down to hear him speak. (His voice being more even than the others required you to strain your ears to listen.)

Once the battle had ended, he awaited your cheering and singing praises to him, a tiny spark in his chest and smile on his lips. Like clockwork after a rough fight.

When silence met his mind upon leaving battle, he spoke louder than usual. But with a comforting lilt to his otherwise standard line.

"Stay calm."

Maybe you won't notice he should only say that upon entering a fight. Maybe you will. All that matters to Welt is that you're okay, and not stressing over him.

✧ Jing Yuan

"Conflict- is pitiless!"

There's a smile on his face when he hears it. And he fortifies his hand around the grip of his blade; striking forward with a renewed might. Fighting the same beasts repeatedly got dry, you know. Especially when you were grinding for his materials. He was still working on piecing together what that meant after hearing you talk about it once before. Specifically you complaining about how few enemies were left after he made quick work of them. He always liked that, though.

A little praise never hurt. Despite his status as a general owing him many flowers, varying from genuine to flattery, only kind words from you had their desired effect.

You're adorable when copying him, really. Your voice is nowhere near as resonant as his own. But that's the charm.

It's the auditory equivalent of you wearing his clothes. He imagines they'd be much too large. Swallowing your figure up. But you'd make it work in your own way.

But maybe that's just him craving to see you so much. Can you blame him for letting his imagination roam?

Really, out of anyone, he enjoyed the sound of your voice bouncing round his pretty head most. Especially when you'd take after him. His lips curl to a satisfied grin. A mirror of the cat that ate the canary. He has the mind to crank up his voice more. To the point he's cutting off his allies. Dead air is replaced with his voice.

"Hear this thunder!"

"There's no time to lose."

"I command it."

Anything to make you parrot those words back to him. And it sounds like it's working.

Happy valentines! ♡

I might write some jojo headcanons for this year but I'm feeling lazy, so I'm not sure yet lol

desk pet leon 🥺 whos such a good toy for you! he’s so cute squished in the tiny ass space underneath ur desk, completely naked with just a collar on <33 kitten licking ur pussy hoping you’ll stop ignoring him and tell him what a good boy he is for making you feel good while you game! wants you to pay attention to him but knows you won’t until he makes you cum :( so he sucks your pussy so good, moans while he flicks his tongue on ur clit just the way you like, anything for you to notice him. n even though you’re trying sooo hard ignore him it’s too distracting !! u keep missing shots and have to pause the game just so u can grip his head and fuck his pretty face <33

n when u cream all over his tongue leon thinks you’ll finally acknowledge him, maybe even play with his cock that’s heavy and drooling all over his thigh, but when u put ur headset back on and resume ur game, leon knows he’s not getting up anytime soon :(

This is 💗 anon, your anon is turned off. Please let me stay anonymous. Anywho, I, uh, need Jing Yuan to just use me any way he wants. He needs to spit in my mouth? My tongue is out waiting for it. He tells me jump, I ask how high. He wants to ruin me in front of his officers who aren't allowed to look at me? I'll do it

That or I power bottom Sampo. Make that submissive little shit worship me

ON A PLATTER

YANDERE! JING YUAN x AMAB! SOLDIER! READER

plus a little Sampo addition (not smut tho) to the end.

hope everyone that pulled for him succeeded!!

©️ art and story belongs to me, character goes to hoyoverse. please do not redistribute, repost, or share my art without credit or permission.

warnings: noncon. spoilers for the jarilo iv storyline. anal seggs.

status: unedited

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I BEG OF YOU.

Many exalted the drowsy general’s prowess and leadership across the Xianzhou Alliance. Under his rule, the Luofu Flagship developed into a powerhouse that petrified those who heard its name. An infamous red line that warned against those that sought immortality. A blade that stuck right next your jugular in case you dare so moved in a direction they do not want you to.

This general was hundreds of years your junior but had already accomplished far more than you have. That fact was the second biggest slap to the face.

The actual, most damaging slap was his patronizing attitude towards you.

How were you supposed to rise above your station and prove your worth as a knight when he assigned you as his measly bodyguard? It wasn’t as if it was a quiet career really, the man faced dozens of attempts at his life on a daily. It was moreso the fact that he never let you do your job in the first place.

You spent decades just standing around while he swung his massive sword at intruders before you could even blink. Somehow, the lousy man moved faster when defending you rather than with his own duties. It was as if he was the body guard not you.

Not to mention the perverse stares. You weren’t dense. You could feel his bedroom eyes from miles away, taking off the heavy armor you wore to work and leaving you bare. You felt like a lamb, or a tender piece of steak on a platter — and he, the most insatiable man alive.

Hundreds of years training — wasted, spent on being a trophy for him.

If remaining close to the master that misused you for several decades was bad enough, having to interact with him was like hell on earth. He was a vice, a poison molded into the shape of a man. One that could kill you in a instant, but looked oh so tempting. Only the heavens knew how you were resisted his charms for so long.

“Yes, my general? How may I be of assistance?” Your voice and words held a cordial, cold tone to it. If your employer could not bring a semblance of professionalism into the table, then you would tenfold. If he always closed in the distance between you two, you in turn would step further away in your relationship or whatever one might call this thing between the two of you was.

Despite your frigid temperament, Jing Yuan does not flinch nor back down. His eyes trained on a star-chess piece as he twirled it around. “I think it is about time we quell any sort of . . . resentment you have towards me is all.”

You had to give it to him. Jing Yuan was one of the most attractive people you’ve ever bared witness to. At nights like these where his mane of a hair was let down, giving him a relaxed and playful look, it was hard not to stare. “Pardon, my general?”

“You have no need to give me false face, [Y/N]. I know of your doubts and qualms. You see me unfit to continue being General. That I am incompetent, lazy. That I do not let you do a job you feel you are overqualified to even be in.” He listed off before carefully placing the star-chess piece down. His eyes then abruptly flicked to you, creating eye-contact and in turn, chills.

You are rendered speechless. How had he known? You had been so terribly careful. Never spouting about what you thought. Never even writing down such things. You knew better than to show your treacherous feelings outside of the seat of divine foresight, much less within.

So how, how did this wretched man know?

The General smirked as your hands tightened around your spear. “Why so shy all of a sudden, little warrior? Do not worry. I have a feeling you’ll quite enjoy what I have in store for you.”

“Come here.” He patted his lap.

And you quickly realized what was happening here.

Your whole career was a waiting game really. Each day you could only pray that the General had enough self-control not to take you. It seemed that today was the day all restraints were taken off.

Now, you could only pray for things to be swiftly over, or heavens forbid for him to not enjoy it so that it won’t happen again in the future.

Jing Yuan had long planned for this moment. What order he’d take off each piece of armor, how he’d do it, and every step following that. He was more meticulous in the way he’d have his time with you than anything else in his life.

Never did he put this much effort into anything. Not his studies nor training. He had to give it to you. You were right. He didn’t fully devote himself into playing General. How could he when he was already fully devoting himself to you?

“Perhaps little warrior was a wrong title for me to give you. With how drenched these are, wouldn’t little whore be better, hm?” Your skin, no matter what imperfections it may have, looked immaculate to his eyes. It was something Jing Yuan daydreamed about for hours on end and you did not disappoint. He should have done this sooner, he thought. Too bad it had to take a certain trigger for all his control to diminish.

His wasted no time when grabbing your cock. It was semi soft, though you didn’t want him this way your hormones said otherwise. He doesn’t falter for one second even after knowing so, predicting that its state would change once he began stimulating it. “My General, please — ngh — cease this at one.”

You legs kept moving around, either in pleasure or in a last ditch attempt at resisting, you didn’t know. Your body was moving on sheer instinct. Flight or fight mixing with euphoria. Fear and relief clashing against one another. It had been months since you last touched yourself. As a being close to a thousand years of age, your libido had long fizzled out. Or so you thought.

“You really are in need of a wake up call.”

Jing Yuan remained silent for the couple of minutes it took you to finally ejaculate. As the thick white liquid left your member, so did the remaining will to resist.

“I am your ruler.”

Jing Yuan suddenly stood up, causing you to fall forward unto his desk. Your chrysanthemum presented itself for him.

“My word is law.”

His left hands slid from your lower back to your shoulder as his right aligned his cock. You dare not look back to witness his size.

You hear the sound of a bottle being opened and of squelching while Jing Yuan covered himself in lubricant. He almost spends an entire minute just touching himself to your naked back. A sight he thought would only remain a mirage, a phantasm he will never see come to light.

“My desire will be met.”

But alas, you are here. Though he could easily reach climax just masturbating to this magnificent view, a taste was what this entire endeavor’s reason for occurring.

“And long have I waited for this moment to have you in my hands, Senior.”

He enters. Not gentle in the slightest. And to both your surprise he cums right there, not even lasting a second within you. Regardless of the surprise and sudden intrusion, you do not miss the way he addressed you.

A flood of memories fills your mind. “Xiao Yuan . . ?”

You do not get to think too much about it however, as Jing Yuan quickly regained his erection and began fucking your hole. Groaning loudly at your tightness which came as a result of your surprise. He picks you up by your arms and pressed your back to his chest.

“You finally remembered me, have you? But alas, catching up will have to wait. We have an audience waiting for the real show to begin.” He tilted his head away and looked beyond your form.

The guards — those who thought were your friends — that were stationed there weren’t dismissed. They were watching the whole time you were being jerked off and reached climax. Their eyes were glued to how Jing Yuan’s cock would disappear into your little hole, ears peeled to the lewd sounds of squelching, slapping and mewling, you bet that behind those helmets they were drooling over your misery.

But you didn’t feel an inch of anger at them at all, only at the man that forced you into this wicked situation in the first place.

“You lunatic—“ You yelled, but you do not move away, thrash or form any attempts at escape.

“Lunatic? No no, just authoritarian. A leader needs to assert himself in the face of . . . those who daringly gaze at my belonging. All while they’re stripped bare for me to partake in. If anything those lowly soldiers are the perverts are they not?” He paused from his thrusts, and you are ashamed to know that you made a small whine of disappointment at his lack of movement. He chuckled at your response before his face turned cold.

Golden eyes dripped in apathy as he commanded to everyone else in the room. “Helmets off.”

“Yes, general!” They all nodded in unison. No hesitation whatsoever.

“Look straight into their eyes, little warrior.” But who were you to judge when all you do to his commands were to follow blindly as well? You faced your comrades, you’re almost thankful for your arousal clouding your brain and stopping it from feeling too much shame and disgust. They stare right back. Eyes burning with lust and excitement.

Once he is assured of your eye-contact, Jing Yuan began pounding your ass again, this time he was somehow much more harsh than he was at the beginning. “Ngh — !”

“See all of them? These people would kill to be in my place right now. They’d beg for just a drop of your essence. And here you are, taking my cock like the good little warrior you are. Milking me for all I’m worth. Aren’t you greedy for me? Hahaha!” It doesn’t take Jing Yuan long to get jealous. Just several seconds later he shoves you forward and back unto his desk, forcing you to face somewhere else and your attention back to only the way his cock rearranged your insides and hiding the way your hole took him. His hand running itself through your hair, tugging once or twice every minute.

He leaned forward, thus allowing his voice to reach your ears and your ears alone, and his member to reach even further inside you. “Want more of my cum, [Y/N]? Tell me. Order me.”

“Give me - ah - more of your cum, you - ah - bastard!” You screamed, grabbing ahold of one of his scrolls and unintentionally breaking via the strength of your grip.

Your wish is his command.

Jing Yuan doesn’t slow down or stop as his cum filled you up. He wanted to make sure every corner of your hole was covered with him, that every spurt of his seed would decorate your rectum and make it its home.

“Satisfied with your general now, soldier?” He asked, his hips now slowly stuttered to a stop.

You do not reply, only panting in exhaustion. He does not part with you for a moment when he gave his command.

“Qingzu. Send this recording to Tingyun, then execute the rest.”

Your shock and terror overshadowed the doom of all your friends.

“Yes, my General.”

You only realized the weight of it all when he turned you around for an embrace. His genital already ‘recovering’ and almost ready for another round.

“How would you like their eyes served to you, hm? In preserve jars . . .

Or on a platter?”

Inside the void of space. Of the stars, the planets. The cradle of creation and dreams. You hear the sly voice of a man you once knew.

“What a pervert you are, reading a smutty story of that General from Xianzhou.”

What was his name again? Sam . . . Samuel . . . ?

“Sooo ~ did you enjoy it? Did you have fun?”

Sampo. Sampo Koski.

“ . . . What ?”

Yes, Sampo, your fellow actor. How could you forget? The support to your lead. The guy who always had your back.

“Oh my, you seem a little disoriented.“

In the cold embrace of the void, Sampo’s hands almost felt hot when he placed it upon your cheeks.

“Not to worry, dear friend! I’ll fix you right back up again. Can’t have our main actor ill-prepared for their next show, do we?”

And the curtain opens, revealing a sea of white.

[ TRANSLATION ]

chrysanthemum - lit. it’s a pretty flower ya’ll. slang wise it means anus.

xiao - lit. little. it’s a chinese diminutive, basically added to the name to make it sound cute. like little yun or little [y/n].

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