Repeating/Responding To Their Voice-overs: SAHSR

✧ 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.

I shall reread this in my spare time

Tied To Fate

Yandere! Part 3! Joseph Joestar with Soulmate! Female! Darling

(OLD WRITING) (PART 1)

A/N: Reader is 40 years old in this. Joseph is his actual age in Stardust Crusaders, 69. Your Soulmate mark looks like vines and brambles and is located on your upper arm, same with Joseph. Joseph is single in this because...soulmate-

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere behavior, Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Age gap.

Joseph is a huge ladies man, he practically makes everyone's heart throb, even now. Yet, Joseph had to turn down so many offers, as every woman he tried to date wouldn't make the mark on his arm act up.

Joseph sat in front of the mirror in his large home, shirt off and tracing the mark on his arm. His aged body was toned and was bulky ever since he was young, the mark planted firmly on his upper arm.

The vine like mark reminded him of his stand, Hermit Purple. It sat wrapped around his upper arm by his shoulder. Joseph sighed, wondering the day he would find his soulmate. It was one of his many dreams to meet the one who would stay with him.

Sure, Joseph married SuziQ and had Holly, it's just it never worked out. He didn't have that spark in his mark, so she wasn't the one. Joseph loathed other couples on the street, wanting that kind of contact. He wanted those intimate moments with the one who was supposed to be his soulmate.

Joseph then found you. He bumped into you one faithful day in America, feeling his heart palpitate when he saw your smaller figure. (E/C) eyes stared up at him with curiosity, his large build dwarfing yours. Your (H/C) hair shined in the sun, giving you a heavenly glow. Then he felt it, that feeling.

His arm acted up, it started to itch. The feeling wasn't annoying, almost pleasurable when he looked at you. He noticed you reach your hand to your upper arm, a flushed look on your face as you realized what this meant. You looked so much younger than him.

"You're...You're supposed to be him, I think...." You mutter, noticing Joseph gave you a smile of kindness.

"How about we talk about it? It isn't as weird as you might think."

So you two sat and talked at a cafe, getting to know each other and form a connection. No wonder Joseph couldn't feel that buzz from his soulmate mark. You were so much younger than him.... 40 from what you told him.

The whole time the two of you talked and joked, Joseph couldn't help but fall in love all over again. You were right here, his soulmate, so close to him. Your smile and laugh edged his joking humor on as he chatted with you. He showed you his prosthetic hand and told you how he lost it, laughing slightly at you bewildered expression.

"Is that story really true, Joseph? You lost it while fighting the 'Ultimate Life Form' from long ago? The one I've read in books?"

"Of course it is! I'm Joseph Joestar, the real deal!"

You two made sure to exchange phone numbers, making note to call each other and visit more often. Before you two departed, Joseph engulfed you in a tight hug. You hugged back, feeling his muscled arms squeeze a bit tighter.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you..." Joseph mumbles, you smiling at him and nodding.

"I agree, I've been looking for who had the same mark. I just wasn't expecting him twice my age." You laugh and Joseph laughed too, kissing your cheek softly leaving you flushed.

"Hey, Older men have experience, right?" Joseph jokes.

•○●☆●○•

You felt as though he was taking things too fast. Showering you with gifts and constantly asking to be around you. You guys were soulmates, yes, but that still meant you could take things slow. He already wanted to get married while you wanted to go from friendship, to relationship, and then marriage.

"Hey, Dear, I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere to relax awhile, just you and me?"

"I didn't really appreciate it when you didn't answer my text and calls right away, Were you really that busy?"

"I was wondering what type of jewel you like? Are you allergic to any metals?"

It wasn't like you could brush him off or refuse to talk to him ever, either. Fate would always find a way to twist you right back into Joseph's grasp. It scared you, your soulmate was a psychopath, a stalker, way too devoted for you to breathe.

"You were going shopping without your man? That makes me quite upset, sweetheart."

"You never pick up anymore, So I decided to come see what's up."

"What do you mean 'Fate is cruel'? It blessed me with you, Dear~"

You lost it when you saw him do something horrifying. You caught him red handed suffocating a guy that had flirted with you one time. His gaze was cold, deadly, like a predator. His body language was stiff, strained and stressed, the man he was suffocating soon falling to the ground. You couldn't tell if he was passed out or dead.

With a scoff, Joseph turned around just in time to see you dart off down the street.

"(Y/N)?" Joseph calls but you just keep running. You needed a phone, your so called soulmate was a psychopath. Joseph was a violent psychopath who didn't hesitate to kill. Pulling out your cellphone, you start to dial 911 before you froze. Something crawled up your leg like a plant, going up your hand and onto your phone. Your phone short circuited, as you felt a chest against your back. Why couldn't you move? You desperately looked at your arm, a purple aura coursing in tendrils around it.

Was that your imagination?

"(Y/N), you weren't meant to see that, Baby. I'm sorry, Your soulmate should be perfect for you. I'll make it up to you!" Joseph coos, turning you around and kissing you softly. You wanted to flee, yet you still couldn't move. You felt paralyzed not only by fear but by an unseen force.

"Leave me alone, Joseph.... I just want you to leave me be...." You plea but Joseph makes a small frown, kissing your forehead.

"Darling, we're tied by fate. It's your destiny to be with me, just give it a chance. Give us a chance, dear."

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 :(

It's an honor

i spent 15 mins making this rather than writing

✧ Yandere Dr. Kenzo Tenma x Reader

I'm just bouncing between fandoms like a mf, aren't I? Kenzo's just such a lovely guy. I can't imagine him doing something rough, but rather softly refusing boundaries out of his own delusions. Basically Kenzo is overly attached to his patient and manages to convince himself you love him back despite you being under for the elapsed time spent between you both-

TW: Somnophilia, nonconsensual kissing, abuse of power, delusional thoughts

You wouldn’t mind a small kiss, would you? 

He wouldn’t violate you. Well, it wasn’t his intention to. He just wanted you to feel special in the same fuzzy way you made him. 

It was so hard to tell this time. Tenma was always good with picking up how you wanted his touch by the twitch of your fingers; he’d made it a priority to lie in bed with you at the shift of your hips to one side of the bed. You were a big cuddle bug from what he’d gathered. He wondered how much you’d want the feeling of his body against yours once you woke up…

A tinge of pink dusted his cheeks remembering how you’d almost got the both of you caught one night. 

After a long procedure, he only wanted to hold you to recuperate his energy for the next round of patients. During it, he’d gotten so caught up in plying your soft sides and dipping his lips between your neck and shoulder that he almost didn’t catch the sound of footsteps approaching your room. If he wasn’t so respected he likely wouldn’t go unscathed from the incident. 

He shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to be reliving the past when he was blessed with you in the present.

Your sleeping figure kneaded its brows into a look of tension. Again, your lips parted with the turn of your head into the feathered pillow beneath you. The one he bought not too long ago when he noticed you’d been tossing and turning at night.

Tenma swallowed thickly at the sight. That little suggestion that you wanted his love deeper. He wasn’t sure if he should go through with it.

Sure, he’s given you goodnight and good morning kisses on the cheek before. And he’s held you by the waist, and once on a very bad night kneaded your chest in his palms when he was drunk and horny. Of course, he apologized the next day— but besides that accident, never had he gone further.

No one else could care for you as he did. It wasn’t self importance, but a fact. He couldn’t trust his coworkers alone with such sleeping beauty. When you came in for your head injury family had only checked in once or twice before leaving you by your lonesome. It was such a sad sight looking at your nightstand void of any ‘get well soon’ balloons or surprise treats for when you awoke. Such a lonely sight that he promised the both of you he’d fix.

Yeah, who else could give you this kiss but him? Surely no significant other. Just Tenma. 

Only Tenma.

“I shouldn’t make you wait, darling.” He crooned with a warm smile. His dark eyes flicked to the locked door, then back to you. He lifted from his chair with a slight tremble to his legs before leaning to your bedside above you. 

The bed groaned under the weight of his full body placing either of his hands beside your head. 

You looked pretty like this. So so pretty. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears and nose at the eventual site of you awake and wanting in his bed. Tenma leaned in low enough to feel your breath on his lips. 

A shiver ran down his spine.

“Everything I do is for you, [name].” 

His lips met with yours, and it was heaven. No wonder you wanted this so badly. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away even when he puffed hot fans of air against you because he refused to break contact. And the soft pad of your tongue against his own fleshy muscle was enough to reduce him to whimpering into your mouth with great desperation.

He wanted you more, wanted to feel you deeper, wanted to kiss you into a mindless stupor. 

But even with the tent in his pants and the burning thoughts in his mind, he knew too much time had passed. A nurse would come knocking soon to interrupt your intimacy.

But that’s okay. 

He gave one last kiss to your cheek before sliding off and adjusting himself back to the doctor Eisler needed. He stepped to the door, looking back to wave at you with a smile. And like every other time, he continued out the door.

After all, he’ll come back to visit you. And there was so much more he knew you wanted to do with him on his return.

I like the idea of walking into a game/tv series years after its peak and it's a ghost town, but all the cast of characters are still there in desolation. Waiting for someone to stroll by and hopefully get interested again. So when they see you, they just cling to you in hopes you'll stay and try to offer all they can out of pure desperation before you lose interest.