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ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ

sɪʀᴇɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ

★ Word count: 2k+

★ WARNINGS: Smut (mdni!!), blowjob, public sex

★ Note: need to get this out of my drafts so I can move on, and start other writing projects. Happy New Years everyone!

★ read the first part before reading this

Despite nearly losing his life a few months ago, Osamu continued his trips to the sea as he still had a business to run, but he consciously looked for you. He didn't understand why he was determined to search for the one who attempted to take his life, but he followed his heart nonetheless.

He searched for you in every inch of the ocean. Through waves and storms, he waited for the day he would catch even a glimpse of your silhouette again.

He spent days on end scanning the horizon, hope flowing through him one day when he saw a tail that was similar to yours. However, his hope turned into disappointment when a dolphin leapt from below and danced in the air, taunting him before diving back into the water.

Though he didn't give up, he continued to listen to your familiar symphony. Then, one day, when hearing echoes from deep in the waters, he looked over the edge, expecting you, only to find a whale swimming underneath his boat, teasing him with a song he should’ve known was incomparable to yours. The same occurrences continued, and you were nowhere to be found, leaving him to return to his restaurant with a boat full of ingredients and a heart that remained empty.

“Have a good day," Osamu sent off yet another satisfied customer. It was a busy day at Onigiri Miya; behind the sent-away customers were many more in line, waiting for their meal. He had a long day ahead of him. As the customer left the restaurant, one of Osamu’s employees rushed in with a panicked look on his face.

"What's going on?" Osamu's concern heightened.

"There's a creature—no, a monster by the shore," his employee exclaimed, urgency edging his voice. "The others are trying to drive it away, but it won’t leave!"

The words creature and monster weren’t the words to describe you, but upon first glance, to those who didn’t understand your beauty do come to mind. The customer and his employee didn’t get the excitement on his face, but he knew it was you.

"Stay here," Osamu instructed his employee, a determined glint in his eyes. Leaving the evening rush of hungry customers to his employee, Osamu went outside, making his way to the shore, following the yells and screams of his employees.

His eyes widened at the sight of you; he had searched everywhere for you, and there you were simultaneously on the shore, your otherworldly form exposed for everyone to see while you sneered at two of Osamu’s employees, who used sharp sticks in an attempt to ward you away. His heart skipped a beat, a wave of protectiveness washing over him.

“Hey, stop!” Osamu raised his voice, grabbing the sticks from the hands of his employees.

"B-but boss, it's a monster!" One of them protested, their voice trembling. Offended by their choice of words, you gave them a fierce snarl as a warning, and they silenced their objections, stumbling back away from you.

"Let me handle this." Osamu's voice was softer now, a gentle reassurance as he looked at you with a mixture of concern and relief. "You two, get back inside."

“You hear that? You’re dead meat!” One employee taunted, feeling more confident with Osamu there.

"Yeah, maybe the boss will make you into a good Onigiri snack!” The two employees snickered at you behind Osamus' back, but their laughter quickly died as you bared your teeth, revealing your razor teeth, sending them retreating, tripping over their feet, and back inside the restaurant.

Osamu's words tumbled out when his employees were out of sight: "Why are you here?"

You regarded him with a familiar smile. "Did you miss me, sailor man?" Your voice was sultry and enticing, as he remembered.

Osamu's heart raced as he found himself slowly falling into your trap of allure, though he knew how to avoid it. "No," he lied, his voice soft but determined. "Go back into the water before someone sees."

Your laughter danced on the sea breeze, sending shivers down his spine.

"Why? Won’t you protect me, sailor man?"

"Stop calling me that. And get back; there are people everywhere." He repeated.

Though you weren't worried about anyone else, there was a reason you came to the shore. You wanted to continue the conversation, so you slithered closer to him. "What's your name?" you inquired.

Osamu's heart raced as you came closer till you were at his feet, his resistance failing against the heat of your presence. Grabbing a hold of his ankles, you knocked Osamu down onto the sand, and you lay on top of him, your face centimeters away from his.

"What are you-?"

"Tell me your name." You stated again your tone more serious. His defenses crumbled against your command, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Osamu Miya," he breathed, his voice carrying the weight of defeat to resist you.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across your lips. "Osamu, what a pretty name," you whispered, your words caressing against his ear. Your sharp nails are gently dragging down his neck.

"Do you want to know my name?" You questioned.

Osamu's heart raced as you slithered down his body, with the point of your nails trailing down, feeling as if the world around him dissolved into your haze of allure.

"I want to know why you're here," Osamu replied, trying his best to keep his composure.

"You humiliated me, Osamu," you revealed. "You evaded my lethal song, leaving me weak. I’m dying, Osamu."

“I was trying to save myself from you, who tried to kill me!” He retorted.

"Are you still mad about that?" you huffed. “I’m sorry, ok? But I need you to help me.”

All he heard in that sentence was, ‘I need you.’ You needed him. He owed nothing to you, yet he felt in his heart that he had to, and he didn’t want to lose you again. "What do you want me to do?"

"All you have to do is say my name," you revealed.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Y/n.” It was, as expected, a name that matched your beauty and was perfect for you. But he despised it, knowing it had made him fall deeply in love with you.

"And then what?" he questioned.

Instead of answering, you made your way to his pants.

"W-what are you doing?" Osamu asked, startled, his heart pounding in his chest.

"You'll help me, won't you, Osamu?" You asked, your eyes locking onto him with an intense and desperate gaze.

"Yes," he agreed.

"Then all you need to do is say my name and look into my eyes.”

Dipping down to his crotch, Osamu's breath hitches as you unzip his pants and reveal his hard length bulging through his boxers. He was overwhelmingly big in length and width, and as much confidence you exuded, you'd never been as close to or ever come into contact with a man as you are now with Osamu, let alone given a blowjob to anyone before.

"What, you can’t take it?" Past the view of his swollen cock, you saw the smug look plastered on Osamu's face. It’s clear this wasn't his first time; he's done this before, probably with people more experienced than you. But that only fueled your determination to captivate him, to have him under your spell, which he's escaped before, though this time you'll have him succumb to his knees. It was the only way to save your life.

And so you took your time wrapping your hand around his shaft, slowly pumping him, and running your protracted tongue along the veins of his base to his swollen tip, catching the pre-cum that dribbled.

"Oh fuck," He can't help himself; the sight of you is making his body shake with need. It made his mind go blank. He wanted nothing more than to praise you and beg you for more, but he didn't know the troubles that would fall on him if he chanted your name.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking him into your mouth and letting him fill your throat. In pleasure, he threw his head back, digging his hands into the sand for leverage as a stream of strained moans tumbled from his lips. He cursed, and you glanced up at him, expecting to meet his eyes, but instead were met with Adam's apple that bobbed.

"Osamu, look at me." Your velvety yet sultry voice is what compelled him to obey; he lowered his head and locked eyes with you. Your eyes brimmed with lust and desire, making him feel as though he’d plunged into the depths of an enchanting abyss full of secrets and allure. Unable to look away, Osamu knew he was entrapped in the effect of a siren's gaze.

With his attention on you, you dipped back down to his cock, dragging your tongue against his length before hollowing your cheeks to take him into your mouth once again. He guides his hand to your head, his fingers delicately entwining in your hair, trying to maintain his composure as he slowly unravels under your touch.

He moans again, and you feel him throbbing as you slurp him deep, drowning out the sounds of the waves and the distant calls of Osamu’s name.

It wasn't until the voices were close that Osamu heard his name being called. It was his employees checking to see if Osamu was still alive. Which he was. Alive and balls deep inside your mouth. The two of you were behind a large rock out of view, but the voices of his employees got even closer, and he didn't want to be seen or interrupted.

"Shit, I need to get up," he whispered.

But you didn't care; you've yet to reach your goal, so disregarding Osamu, you continue bobbing your head fast, and he bites his lip, the pain only making him harder.

" they'll find-" He was cut off by the feeling of his balls in your hand, his body tensing up. Osamu could hear his employees getting closer, and you continued sucking his cock, ignoring him as he tried to warn you again. 

"You're going to get us caught," Osamu growled, and he felt you smirk around his cock. His grip on your hair tightened. His employees were calling for him again, though he kept as quiet as possible, holding in his grunts and moans. Osamu could only listen helplessly as his employees got closer to where the two of you were.

Osamu's body tenses again, the feeling of him about to explode, and his grip on your hair tightens. His employee now only stood inches on the opposite side of the rock. Osamu held his breath as his employee went to look on the side of the rock where you two were, his fingers grazing on the rock, looking around for his boss. He looked to the left, then turned his head towards where he would find you and Osamu.

When another employee called after him. The first employee's attention was diverted before he could see you and Osamu, and he retreated back toward the restaurant.

When the employee's footsteps disappear, Osamu grabs a handful of your hair, throwing your head back and releasing your mouth, as the saliva that had formed between him and you spills out from your mouth as his dick slips out with a pop. 

"You've been so naughty today," Osamu's voice is deep and full of desire. Without waiting for a response, Osamu thrust his cock deep down your throat, a gagging noise escaping from your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

"First, you come to my restaurant for everyone to see, after I searched for you everywhere." He continued at his ruthless pace, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat while a mixture of tears, drool, and pre-cum coated his cock.

"And then you decide to tease me and play with my mind and my feelings." He continued, "Your tight grip on his waist grew weak, and he didn't bother with gentleness, his hips moving recklessly.

"Did you think I would fall for your game again Y/n?" He rasped. A mortal man has uttered your name... the only way for you to gain your siren abilities back, to save your life. though it couldn't be just any man, but one, who was in love with you.

His hips sputtered as he chanted your name in praise, and with every chant, the hue in your eyes intensified, strength surged through your veins as they pulsed, and, most importantly, your song found its way into your vocal cords.

You let him take over and do as he pleases, enjoying his loss of control and how you're the only one who can make him like this. He was now under your allure with no way to escape; you had full control over his mind, heart, and life in your hands.

As his hips started to move faster, you felt him throb and knew he was close. He didn't want it to stop, but his body felt like it wasn't under his control anymore, and he couldn't stand anymore. His cock was pulsating as he came into your mouth again, and his hot cum coated the inside of your mouth.

When his cock slipped from your lips, his legs gave out, and he let his head rest on the face of the rock. As he lay on the sand, catching his breath, he looked at you, a slight smile plastered on your face and cum dripping down the side of your mouth.

"What did you do?" he muttered.

"I didn't do anything," you replied, still smiling.

In the distance, a shout of Osamu's name rang out from the restaurant, diverting his attention away from you.

"This was fun, though you should get back to work, Osamu," you suggested, already retreating into the water.

"Where are you going? You can't leave yet."

"Don’t get sentimental on me now," you teased. “You know what they’ll do to me if they see me."

"I’ll protect you." He suggested also entering the water and wrapping his arms around your body. His lips met yours in an instant, and a passionate kiss was shared between the two of you as the waves crashed around you.

Your plan had exceeded your expectations; he was captivated and in love with you. His devotion toward you endeared you; you’d come back for revenge, and fear it has backfired.

Another call to Osamu's name echoed, and in the distance, he spotted his employees making their way toward the two of you, now out in the open for everyone to see.

"Stay with me," he urged. You were taken aback. A wave of déjà vu swept over you; you’d also tried to coerce him once, as he is doing to you now. It was a new sensation; you, siren, had never fallen for a man before. You wonder if he was the one doing a spell on you.

"Come with me," he repeated, searching your eyes for a response.

Though it was too late, as Osamu's employees reached the shore just a few feet away, they called out, "Boss! What are you doing in the water?"

Osamu looked at his employees in a panic, fearing you might have been seen. When he turned his gaze back to you, you had already submerged in the water, bidding him a heartfelt goodbye with your eyes.

There is no spell; your newfound emotions are inexplicably real.

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skz as supernatural creatures (completely my opinion)

(purposeful small caps)

cw: some mentions of sexual content (lee know) MDNI!

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ᴄʜᴀɴ - ᴀᴍᴀʀᴏᴋ

amaroks are wolf-like creatures (ikr) and they symbolize power and solitude. soooo basically chan.

ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ - ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ

minho would make a great vampire for the sole reason that he has that intimidating kind of personality and i can imagine him biting your neck while fucking you from behind.

“mm, your pulse is going so fast. you like it when i fuck you like this?”

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ - ᴄᴇɴᴛᴀᴜʀ

centaur fits changbin’s demeanor perfectly. their message is accepting yourself; mind, body and soul. the reason i think this fits changbin is because of his determination to keep healthy (mind and body alike).

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ - sɪʀᴇɴ

i can imagine hyunjin luring in his next unsuspecting victim with his beautiful voice and looks. he’d use them to his advantage to get what he wanted and i’d let him.

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ - ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ

han would make an amazing dragon, i think. they symbolize intelligence and brilliance-things han possesses.

ғᴇʟɪx - ᴀɴɢᴇʟ

another obvious one. like come on, it’s felix.

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ - ʟᴇᴘʀᴇᴄʜᴀᴜɴ

okay look, this one seems obvious to me but………

leprechauns are more commonly connected with luck but they also tend to symbolize misfortune and deception

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ - ᴍɪɴᴏᴛᴀᴜʀ

minotaurs symbolize self-reflection and vitality which i think matches innie well because he is self aware and inwards focused.

A.N- like i said, these are solely based on MY opinion !!

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I find out of long experience that I admire all nations and hate all governments -John Steinbeck-

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Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs (ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs)

Tᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ (ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ)

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs (ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs)

Yᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴜsᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs

Yᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs

Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ ... ᴇᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛʀɪᴘᴇs...

Nᴏ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ

Wᴇ ɢᴏɴ‘ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

[Cʜᴏʀᴜs]

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Nᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ I’ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʀʏɴᴀ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀ

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bʏ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ [?] ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 25

Sɪʀᴇɴs ʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ sʜɪᴛ

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ

Cɪᴛʏ’s ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ‘ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

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Dᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴅɪsʜᴏɴᴏᴜʀ

I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɴᴏ ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ

Wʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴛᴀʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs ʜᴀʀᴅ

Jᴜsᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ

Gᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟʟᴇʏᴡᴀʏ

Jᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ ғɪsᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪsᴛ

Nᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡɪɴ ʜɪs

Wᴇ ɢᴏɴ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

[Bʀɪᴅɢᴇ]

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs

Tᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs

Yᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ

Gᴇᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ

[Cʜᴏʀᴜs]

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Nᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛᴇsᴛ ʀɪᴅᴇ

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Bʏ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ [?] ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 25

Sɪʀᴇɴs ʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ sʜɪᴛ

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ

Cɪᴛʏ’s ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ‘ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Tʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ

[Cʜᴏʀᴜs]

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Nᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛᴇsᴛ ʀɪᴅᴇ

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Sɪʀᴇɴs ʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ sʜɪᴛ

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ

Cɪᴛʏ’s ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ‘ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

[Oᴜᴛʀᴏ]

Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. Wᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ Gᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ Gᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴛ ɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙ���ɪɴɢ. Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I’ᴍ sᴀʏɪɴ‘? Lɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ- ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ ɢᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, Gᴏᴅ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏɴ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ‘ ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴜs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ! Nɪɢɢᴀ, ᴡᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ‘ ᴄʀᴀsʜ! @invincible-selfxmade-punk @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @bigbonzo ThanX a bunch @katameme

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[athiomactewemamingbren]

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ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ

sɪʀᴇɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ

Warnings: death, and murder ( seems brutal but it really isn’t)

After High School, Osamu pursued his dream of opening his restaurant, and at the age of 23, he proudly became the owner of Onigiri Miya. His restaurant resides in a coastal town where the salty breeze kisses the air. Spending his time doing what he enjoyed, Osamu served his friends, family, and tourists with his amazing dishes using the best ingredients supplied by the ocean, which stands only meters away from Onigiri Miya.

Fetching his own produce, Osamu ventures out into the vast ocean; in his boat, carefully navigating the different water territories that lurk with dangers and mystical wonders far greater than his existence. Despite being a treacherous place for a lone sailor, it remains his only and best supply source. And over the years, he has overcome countless obstacles that the unpredictable sea has to offer.

That's how he knew to plug his ears when he heard a faint yet echoing humming sound in the distance. Scanning the horizon, he spotted the rare sight – a woman perched on top of a rock, combing through her locks with her fingers, and her tail flicking up and down, all the while producing a lovely and enchanting song. He knew immediately that you were a Siren and couldn’t believe his eyes, becoming entranced by your effortless beauty.

However, he quickly snapped back into reality upon meeting your gaze, continuing his work to avoid any trouble. You'd stopped singing. By now, with your incredible ability to write a man’s fate with a song, he should’ve jumped into the water, drowning in defeat, unable to resist your bewitching song. But he had not, and nonetheless, you were confused, though intrigued.

Diving into the water, you swam up to the side of Osamu's Boat. “Hello,�� you greeted him, with your velvet voice that bled through his earplugs.

“Hey,” he replied, regretting his words instantly, unable to resist the inviting sense of your voice.

Observing the earplugs in his ears, you teased, “Earplugs, how naughty of you, sailor man.”

“What I can’t hear won’t hurt me,” he replied once again, unable to control the impulses of his own mouth when talking with you.

“Hurt you?” You were offended by his statement. “Why would I hurt you?”

Osamu didn’t respond, instead choosing to focus on his work, fishing up the traps of crab.

“You know? I know where to get the juiciest crabs.” You persisted. “All you have to do is get in the water.” You said, waving your arms in the water inviting him in.

He showed no reaction to your invitation, continuing his work. “Come in the water, little sailor man.”

Osamu stopped, and his foot from itching any further towards the edge of the boat, fighting the urge that itched for him to jump in the water in order to return back to his restaurant alive. He refused to die because of the lust that filled his heart.

“No,” he bellowed to his pesky foot and you.

“What did you say?” You questioned in disbelief.

And Osamu responded just as he did before. “I said No.”

“No?” Your voice filled with rage. “What do you mean, no?” Your voice echoed through the open sky, making big ripples in the water surrounding you and Osamu.

Your anger intensified, and he saw your face shift from something beautiful into a monster. Without understanding what was happening, all he could infer was your anger transmuting with the ocean. From ripples of water, you raised a huge wave enough to flood the entire town with just your hands sticking out of the water.

He went to the wheel to go back to the shore, but it was too late when the wave crashed down on his boat, flinging him into the ferocious waters.

The wave passed, though your anger didn’t, and still, the ocean roared violently, making big waves after another. Osamu struggled to keep his head above water and was pulled under by the neck by you, leaving him gasping for air and fighting to survive.

“You're Mine, Sailor Man.” He’d lost his earplugs in the water, even if they weren’t much help, but in the deep with the water covering his ears, he could hear your voice loud and clear.

He was defenseless in the water, his lungs couldn’t hold for long, and the weight of you dragging him down wasn’t much help to him either. Osamu was losing oxygen but refused to give up. He had a business to run and wasn't going to let years of hard work go to waste for a stubborn siren.

With his last ounce of strength, he fought against your hold till you finally loosened your grip on his neck, and Osamu managed to turn the tables, surprising you with his boldness. Seizing the moment, before you could react, he brought you to eye level, not hesitating to latch his lips onto yours.

Hungrily, he smashed his tongue into your mouth, stealing the air from your lungs into his. His tongue searched for yours under the water that entered and left the small air pocket in between your mouths, all the while trying to hold his breath. Despite his goal of stealing air from you to survive, he enjoyed the kiss and felt you surrender to his kiss, knowing he had succeeded in reversing the roles. And serenading you with the feel of his lips, turning you, a siren, hungry for more.

Before you could fall any deeper into the kiss, you pushed him off of you. Osamu nibbled on your lip before pulling away, leaving blood on your lip and a satisfied grin on his face. Holding onto the little air he stole from you to ascend to the surface and back onto his boat.

You swam to the surface, keeping a safe distance from Osamu. Despite everything that had happened, you couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that, for the first time in centuries with your honor of taking the last breath of thousands of men, a man had taken your breath away.

"Your death is mine, sailor man." You said with your voice still carrying its alluring charm despite the ragged sound, still catching onto your breath.

Osamu chuckled, “Looking forward to it, angel." Osamu replied with a wink.

Your lips twitched into a half-smile; he had left an impression on you that no other man had lived long enough to create.

This is my first time doing fantasy so don’t say nothinggg. Also I’m thinking of making this into a series 🤭 idky

[lilithianqueen]

     ♫ “I hope you go down half as proud, I wanna hear you plead~...” ♫

[devivi12]

TodoBaku AMV <3 *** “If I told you this was only gonna hurt If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love Would you let me lead you even when you're blind? In the darkness, in the middle of the night In the silence, when there's no one by your side Would you call in the name of love? In the name of love [...] If I told you we could bathe in all the lights Would you rise up, come and meet me in the sky? Would you trust me when you're jumping from the heights? Would you fall in the name of love? When there's madness, when there's poison in your head When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed I will hold you in the depths of your despair And it's all in the name of love”

[sparkadreama]

@rewrittendcstiny​ ♥’ed (for Emrys)

“What are you thinking?”

[strongzeroed]

our makeup team is absolutely unmatched. 🐐

[sloanellwood]

(ELEMENTARY TEACHER) sloan ellwood (36 / she/her / female ): we hear SLOAN ELLWOOD is scrupulous, maternal, and understanding, but can also be melancholy, addictive, and secluded. ( emily blunt) 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

*BACKGROUND;

°✮ - Born in Rose Hill, Sutton, England. A small roundabout town, very quaint part of the countryside. ( population, minimal... which meant everybody knew everyone ... and all of their business. ) it made the woman grow custom to being very laid back, and friendly in nature. she was a fearless child. most radical adventures were taken with her best friend, her older sibling, harper. the ellwood sisters braided each others hair on their favorite tree in their back yard. ( the tree had been broken down from a lightening storm. the two ate picnics there everyday... usually with bread harper stole from artie .. the local baker.. ) but the children would chatter over tommy. a neighbourhood boy who would often chase the girls and tug at their braids. tommy also grew up with the girls hanging around the country club while their fathers played golf together.  ( their mothers drinking wine and gossiping together. ) the three of them grew to be a mischievous version of musketeers. Sloan swore to her sister, with rolled eyes, that ‘thomas’ was only tugging and chasing at them, because he wanted his own batch of their cooties. 

°✮ - When the girls grew older, Harper began to tie the bottom of her Academy buttoned shirt into a way that made it apparent she was beginning to blossom, while Sloan made it a responsibility to study her brain away. after school the girls helped work at their mothers small trinket and candy shop in the square. Sloan began to take a mothering role over her sister, even though she was the younger one. harper would get into all sorts of trouble, sloan always covering for her and picking up the pieces. 

°✮ - the two both attended college. harper barely making it, having struggled in and out of drug use. ( something sloan hadn’t tampered with. ) her sister became a successful cardiologist, and she a teacher. as college neared to an end, it was announced that thomas and harper were dating, and not shortly- to be married. it was slightly, and quietly alarming to sloan. she always thought thomas had been in love with her - though jealousy wasn’t within her over the matter. she could have cared less. she never grew particular to men, and thomas had been the first she confided in with being attracted to women. 

°✮ - a few of years later; sloan was teaching. there was a contentment traveling consistently with her life. she had even a serious relationship, moved in and all.. until the tragic news of her sister came through. drugs. pills. narcotics. anti-depressants. harper was struggling beneath everyone’s noses.. and with every memory and bit of sisterhood the two sisters had together.. sloan was left with nothing but a note. suicide. 

°✮ - it was entirely hard to process. digest. sloan hit a wall completely with it all. she began to slip into a struggle with alcoholism. there wasn’t a focal point that it was an issue until the woman lost her job because of it. what a complete, utter fool she had made of herself. rehabilitation was just as tough.. it brought her to face her problems head on, rather than to sweep them beneath the rug.. or drown them in liquor. 

°✮ - taking a hefty amount of time to recover... and after her father had passed over time.. sloan needed to get out. england had become a land of suffocation. too many painful reminders of dark areas she so badly wanted to shed light on, but couldn’t. her mother pushed her to not worry about her. to take care of herself. that was always the importance. - and so she did. where did lost people go ? los angeles seemed like one of those experimental places that people made picturesque. why not. 

°✮ - after moving to california, it wasn’t much after until sloan landed herself a teaching job. relationships hadn’t stuck much, and frankly, she wondered if she wanted something bigger in life. thomas, had agreed to the insane idea of being a sperm donor. twice. now with having two daughters, ( ages 4, and 6,) thomas lives in england. a part time dad. quite the conversation to explain it to her children..but sloan hadn’t trusted any man other than tom... and some weird part of her felt her sister would want that connection. 

°✮ - retrograde nights happen sparsely. other teachers from sloans place of work often try to pull her out of the house, and away from children. it was always necessary to invest in relationships that just weren’t with teaching children all day... then going home to continue dealing with children. her hands were allowed to not be full all the time. THOUGH, sloan never allows herself anything more, or anything other than TWO glasses of wine. - and it isn’t often. her control is in a solid grasp, however, it is all sometimes.. triggering. she’s polite though, doesn’t mind if others drink liquor, or excessively. if she’d uncomfortable, she will just lightly excuse herself. 

* PERSONALITY;

°✮ - ( - )  melancholy, addictive, secluded. 

°✮ -  ( + ) maternal, scrupulous, understanding. 

* STUFF ‘N THINGS;

°✮ - loves to bake with her children. - is very into them helping in the kitchen, ( under supervision, ) every night cooking means the radio on, and the three of them dancing around the kitchen island. most likely to 80′s pop, sinatra/fitzgerald. 

°✮ -  they have a cockerspaniel his name is artie.. yes, after the baker back home who harper used to steal bread from. 

°✮ -  sloan wears glasses when grading papers. seeing up close can be a semi-struggle. 

°✮ -  she doesn’t allow her children to eat a ton of fast food - but HELL is she guilty of saying mommy needs a night out... and going to in and out for a burger... alone. her personal joy. 

°✮ - loves some solid karaoke. 

°✮ - rolls her eyes at moms who believe their children have flowers up their asses just by what their family name is. PTA meetings are a blast.....

°✮ - enjoys hiking, thinks celery juice is the fucking devil... but plugs her nose to get it down. she keeps a healthy work out regime. 

°✮ -  has a bird, small, tattoo on her wrist with two even smaller birds. her, and her daughters. 

* CONNECTIONS;

°✮ -  staff from school, parents who have children in her class, karaoke partners, babysitters, awkward flirtations from retrograde, friends from around the city, ex-lovers, friendships entirely, involved with an activity her daughters are involved in, neighbours,.... possibly sloan every once in a while attends AA... and grief meetings.. open to anything, really. 

[x-heesy]

Iɴᴛʀᴏ]

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs (ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs)

Tᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ (ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ)

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs (ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs)

Yᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴜsᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs

Yᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs

Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ ... ᴇᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛʀɪᴘᴇs...

Nᴏ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ

Wᴇ ɢᴏɴ‘ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Cʜᴏʀᴜs]

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Nᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ I’ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʀʏɴᴀ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀ

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bʏ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ [?] ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 25

Sɪʀᴇɴs ʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ sʜɪᴛ

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ

Cɪᴛʏ’s ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ‘ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

[Vᴇʀsᴇ]

Dᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴅɪsʜᴏɴᴏᴜʀ

I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɴᴏ ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ

Wʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴛᴀʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs ʜᴀʀᴅ

Jᴜsᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ

Gᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟʟᴇʏᴡᴀʏ

Jᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ ғɪsᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪsᴛ

Nᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡɪɴ ʜɪs

Wᴇ ɢᴏɴ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

[Bʀɪᴅɢᴇ]

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs

Tᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs

Yᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ

Gᴇᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ

Cʜᴏʀᴜs]

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Nᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛᴇsᴛ ʀɪᴅᴇ

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Bʏ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ [?] ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 25

Sɪʀᴇɴs ʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ sʜɪᴛ

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ

Cɪᴛʏ’s ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ‘ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Tʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ

[Cʜᴏʀᴜs]

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Nᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛᴇsᴛ ʀɪᴅᴇ

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Sɪʀᴇɴs ʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ sʜɪᴛ

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ

Cɪᴛʏ’s ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ‘ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Oᴜᴛʀᴏ]

Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. Wᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ Gᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ Gᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴛ ɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ. Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I’ᴍ sᴀʏɪɴ‘? Lɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ- ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ ɢᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, Gᴏᴅ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏɴ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ‘ ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴜs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ! Nɪɢɢᴀ, ᴡᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ‘ ᴄʀᴀsʜ!

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