#he aboutta sin

[king-bush]

Hellfire

Idk

Reference: Hellfire from Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame

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[s-lexvic]

Oh look, someone switched the ketchup with chilli sauce. Now she's dying

Also a lil bonus 🥰:

Captain ?: I would never hit a lady, but-

[dreamscript]

the seven deadly sins: gula

gula is the sin of an insatiable appetite, a never-ending hunger; it is the sin of gluttony.

He is so peculiar and otherwordly you don’t see the danger and death that follow him until it’s a little too late.

   ➟  seokjin x reader

   ➟ supernatural au

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The city is so bright. He doesn't think he's ever seen the likes of this in awhile, especially after spending so long in the dark. Souls, in an array of bright white-blue hues, flicker and twitch with every wince, smile, and emotional spike. Buildings lights, traffic lights, car lights, even the faces of some watches, all burn and glow with varied intensity. It's actually nearly so blinding that he's beginning to see the usefulness of sunglasses beyond simply disguising the face.

Seokjin shoves his hands deeper into his trench coat pockets, then takes them out again to carefully adjust the scarf wound around his neck. Puffs of white breath escape from his lips as he wonders how the human world can be so fickle; in this strange land it changes from light to dark and hot to cold in mere hours, sometimes remaining the same but most of the times changing without a clear, discernable pattern. A part of him speculates that perhaps this may also be reflecting the nature of mankind, who live such short lives and spend their days doing such odd things.

“Seokjin,” you murmur, face hidden under a layer of scarves. “How long had you been in there?”

He gives you a sideways glance before breaking into a wide smile. “A long time, is all I know. It doesn’t matter now, I’m beginning to forget it all from finally being outside!”

Orange lamplights from overhead flicker on, adding to the evening glow as the sun disappears behind the city skyline. He's vaguely conscious of the fact that he does not cast a shadow, but remains assured that in a city as crowded as this, such a fact will remain largely unnoticed. The few that may take note of it--though he may not think the best of their race, he does have to give some credit to the observational skills of some humans--are likely to simply write it off as a trick of the light. People are inclined to rationalize what cannot be rationalized. And he likes it that way.

“Where are you going? Are you just going to--leave, now? Or find the friends you were talking about?” He walks incredibly fast, so you find yourself hurrying to catch up with him.

“Hmm…” He taps his chin in mock thinking. “Dunno. Why does it matter? I’ll just go wherever there’s good food. My friends’ll probably know I’m already here, but I don’t care about them. Since you know me, you’ll probably get to know them, sooner or later.”

“Are you saying you’ll introduce me?”

Seokjin makes an irritated expression. “No, they’ll introduce themselves, maybe. I don’t know. Again, I don’t really care about them.” He pauses and he listens to the thrum of your heartbeat. It’s oddly calming. But your soul... he shudders. “Anyways, do you mind leaving? You did me a huge favor, so in response I’m not going to eat… ah… go eat with you.”

“Huh?” you reply, confused. “That’s kinda rude, you know. And also it makes no sense. What do you mean you don’t care about your friends? And I never said anything about eating? Don’t I at least deserve an explanation?”

He pushes onwards so you grab onto his sleeve, fingers brushing his skin. Seokjin startles and turns around, licks his lips. He studies you once more, carefully, running his tongue along the insides of his cheeks. You stare at him with a determined look in your eyes, so he leans in ever closer. God, the thrum of your heartbeat and your body heat was almost delectable. He feels saliva rush into his mouth but he isn’t hungering for your soul... Quickly, he turns around and shakes you off.

“Hey!” you protest, reaching out for him again, but he’s already slipping between your fingers. “Tell me what you mean!”

He turns around and gives you a wry smile, and for the first time you notice that his teeth are actually sharp and pointy, like a shark’s.

“No,” he says. “But you’ll probably figure it out anyways, just not now. You’re special. I don’t think anyone’s been able to break a seal like that for a long time.” 

And with that, he disappears, leaving you confused and flabbergasted, swallowed up by the evening crowd. Not even a goodbye. He doesn’t think that he can manage one, anyway, with the way that his hands are tremoring and his body is aching.

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Trudging onwards and pushing through the throng of bodies, Seokjin soon makes it past the main crowd, now walking along a deserted sidewalk. It had been excruciating, fighting against his bonds. It felt as if his very being were drawn to you in the same way your curiosity had drawn you to his resting place. Your touch had burned like hot fire but made him all the more hungrier...

In any case, being away from you brings him a new peace and he can finally feel himself settling into his new body. He sucks in a deep breath of cool, crisp, untainted air--and then, suddenly, is roughly pulled into a darkened alleyway.

Even through the thick cover of the shadows, he can see the dangerous glint of a pistol in the hooded figure's hand, and through the gruff whispered demands, can hear the bloodthirsty intent.

"Money?" Seokjin says, giving a light chuckle. His hands are raised in a classic surrender. "I don't have any money on me." He does not mention that he knows someone who does--and has lots of it. Not that the Avaritia prick would share any of it, but still.

"Really now?" The hooded figure says, pressing the pistol even harder against his chest. "Then we aboutta have a real fuckin' problem here, yah hear me?"

"I agree," Seokjin says, slightly amused. "I haven't been in this city long enough to know where I could possibly hide a body. Perhaps you would be nice enough to tell me?"

"The fuck you mean?"

"Oh, nothing," he says, looking off to the side. There are no passerby, no other living beings save for the birds in their trees. "I'm just really hungry, y'know?"

Seokjin turns back to the hooded figure and smiles. Wide, wide enough to expose his teeth, and then, with a quick movement, grips their arm firmly with his hand.

They do not even have a chance to make a horrified expression.

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After spending so long observing his food, Seokjin finds that now that he's started, he is unable to stop. He knows that you’re out there, still looking for him, still looking for an explanation, but he could care less. There was something odd about your soul, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on... He dodges between shadows and follows his insatiable hunger. The city is still full of light and he cannot quite discipline himself when surrounded by such abundance.

He leans against a stranger's third-floor balcony, feeling the night breeze tousle his hair. Inside the apartment, there's a small girl who sits on a tall wooden stool by herself, looking wistfully at the laptop in front of her. Next to her is a half-empty carton of strawberries, each fruit nearly half the size of her fist and redder than the blood that runs through her veins... Not that he's really interested in her flesh; that would be more of a Luxuria thing, with the way the guy practically worships the human physical makeup. Seokjin's more about what lies beyond the superficial.

He steps forward, reaches out a hand, and then slips in easily--almost too easily--through the windowed door, loving the lack of anti-demonic barriers, enjoying how the acid he excretes simply eats away the glass, melting it away in a process that is just as quiet as it is effective. The girl does not stir, her eyes glued to the screen, not a single indication that she is aware of his presence.

Slowly, deliberately, he reaches out, placing his hands on her shoulders, taking time to rest finger by finger atop her blue cotton shirt. She freezes but does not scream; every muscle in her body has been paralyzed upon contact. He smiles again, wide, his teeth now slowly elongating and deviating from the standard flat, squarish shape of mankind; they transform into long, sharp, piercing canines.

"Hey," he says, voice now transforming to a much deeper baritone, lips just barely containing the deluge of saliva in his mouth. Her back remains turned to him and he wonders just how she would act if she were not paralyzed. Her soul quivers and shakes violently, so deliciously, its lovely deep blue hue pulsating with fear and hysteria. He takes a moment to breathe in the delightful aroma of her soul before continuing with his sentence.

"Give me your soul--”

“SEOKJIN!”

He whirls around fast enough to see you screaming and panting through the entrance he’d just created.

a/n: if you think i have no idea what im actually doing and this seems like a mess, then you’re absolutely right fuck sos

[naughty-joestars-blog]

Hmhmh I keep forgetting this is a sin blog (was aboutta ask for angst) but what do you say to some PB Dio, Doppio, and Narancia nsfw hc with a s/o who's into the roughest, craziest shit like choking, bondage, gun play, dominance, etc?? (If you can throw in Hazamada too, I'd really appreciate that♡ Had to turn on anon because I'm a s h a m e d)

Here! I’m sorry for the wait, but I finally managed to get this done. I hope you like it!

Dio Brando

Dio would be pretty reluctant to try any of that stuff if he isn’t on the dominant side! He’s too prideful to let his s/o do something to him that could seem suspicious.

If he’s on a good mood, he might let his s/o dominate him a little; and don’t even think for a second he’ll admit he actually liked to see that side of his partner. Maybe in a subtle way, hinting they could do it again with him, that he wouldn’t mind, that he found it interesting.

 But most of the times, as I said, he’ll be the one taking the control. And man, Dio is someone who takes control, power and punishment very seriously…

 He enjoys a lot to practice orgasm denial in the other person, to listen them beg for their release is a delight for his ears. He’d be a little into edgeplay, too. Mild asphyxiation and tieing his s/o up, but nothing that could hurt his s/o permanently. It’s his pet we’re talking about after all, and he must keep them safe. Still, he likes to mark them with bruises and love bites (some cuts, even!) to keep a reminder they’re his. 

Those vampire teeth are great to mark the neck and thighs of his s/o. 

Aftercare isn’t thaaat great but he likes to keep them with him on bed if the other falls asleep or is too tired to move.

 Vinegar Doppio.

Doppio is the complete opposite, though! He trusts his s/o a lot and will let them do whatever they want to him. He knows he’s on good hands.

 He’s a fantastic sub. He loooves to be overstimulated and his expressions are just the best. Probably the type who wouldn’t doubt to beg for more and more.

 A little masochistic, I’d say, so his s/o knows they can be as rough as they want with him. He’d be eager to satisfy his partner in any way they please, even if it includes violence so any of those unusual kinks would be accepted for him.

 I can perfectly imagine Doppio doing one of those weird ahegao faces, lol.

 Bloodplay. Not too much, but he finds exciting to see his or his partner’s blood on the middle of the act, it turns him on and gets him more enthusiastic. It doesn’t matter to him if it comes from an accidental wound or if it’s done in purpose with a knife or any sharp object (something that happens often). His body is perfect to leave small scars in it.

Narancia Ghirga.

 Narancia is, though, less into those kind of kinks. He won’t say no, but he would need to feel very safe with his s/o before practicing that stuff.

 If he’s the one in charge, he’ll be constantly asking his s/o if they feel comfortable. He doesn’t want to make his partner feel bad so he worries a lot and prefers to be in the receiving end because they seem to have more experience with that. It seems like he’s not really into dominating.

 He would still feel a little insecure, but he doesn’t really cares to be the subject in his s/o’s practices if it makes them happy and it’s not the only thing they do. It’s better to go softer with him, so maybe simple stuff like bondage and breathplay suits him more.

Toshikazu Hazamada.

Okay Hazamada is completely into this and nobody can convince me otherwise.

 He probably was the one who came up with the idea. A little flustered, but he managed to express to his s/o he wanted to try new stuff. He has kinkshamed himself for a veeeery long time and he has finally found someone who shares his interests.

 And after some rough sessions, he’s the one who loves to be played with. Tie him up, gag him, treat him badly and don’t let him forget who’s the master here. He’s into edgeplay and he can’t help it. His s/o’s going to have a lot of fun exploring his limits.

 Hazamada loves it when his partner makes a mess out of him. He blushes a lot and ends up completely embarrassed but he enjoys to be used.

His personality changes a lot when it comes to practicing those kinks, somehow. He’s not anymore the shy guy he can be in public, in intimacy he can ask for weird stuff without being judged.

[hxlcyon]

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WHO??

i know NOTHING of a man WHO DOESN’T EVEN HAVE AN SSR IN GAME OR MORE THAN 15 VOICE LINES

(pretty in love with silver a ha)

i take everything back

[onisrn]

Right so im aboutta rant and maybe just write out possibly all my thoughts here from the past week okay cue:

So lets start from where i amn right now. Im in self care mood: Ive got the salt lamp and my bedside lamp on, my pink faiyrlights on, my scented Yankjee candle lighted, a mug of milky mint hot chocolate next to the laptop, my room smells of vanilla because i put on that air freshener thing (the one that you plug in), Ive got sami yusuf playing (Inna fil jannati). The reason for my self-care-y-ness: i was feeling real bad about the past and how i let certain people just idk you know what im on about see the last post (mahena).

So thats what was bothering me when i came home. My friends whjo i told (komal and zaynab reza) were so incredibly nice to me and i miss them so much (zbr is in isloo but yk still) and i wish we met each day lijke we used to and i wish i valued them more and i wish i valued the people who care about me and not fiocus on the bad stuff from yuears ago so much. anyway im good nbow. inshallah.

honestly man teenagers do not get enough credit for the stuff we go through. like not me per se i guess i bgvecame kinda strong after olevels and decided to get my priorities right and stuff and majorly that was because of my religiousd family. but what about the other people my age? like just all the hoprmones and the mood swings that are not your fault. and the crushes (wqait for it. next to next para) and the just trying to figure out who you are and stru8ggling eith confidence and choosing what you want to do in life and friends and all that drama asnd insecurities and man just growing up. and then theres the added like boyfriends and what not who dont have religion or who are in families where its fine or whatever. like mahena hgerself must be going through/havwe gone through quite some ish like boyfriend and friends and rama and boys that like you zand dealing with them and all that crtap and peer pressure and its so much harder to not do gunahs depending on who you hang out with and the studoes are so difficukt and stressful and the responsibiulities and it’s not fun being too young for some thingsd and too old for some ugh teenagers deserve more credit man. but evrrything becomes a hundred thousand times better when i knowe that i hgave allah and the imams and the prophet and quran. but what about those who dont have that connection with allah and they dont know to develop it? im blessed that im from a religious family and i was fortunate enough top get my priorities kinda right but wehat about the poeople who dont have relihgion or allah? i honestlyt dont understand how pople can function or survive e=ven a second without having that “there is something greater than this” feeling. I feel so bad for people my age i love thjem so much theyre so dstrong  ❤ (ok i dont love them i hate ppl my age but yk we dont get credit asnd we go tyhrough some ish that we just need to get through ourselves in most cases opr take advice from friends our age whop also dont reaslly know what theyre on about)

honestkly man i feel like if someone needs a soulmate at any age its when youre a teenager. youre just going through so much and all alone. sometimes you just need someone wholl loisten to y7ou and give you advice and who you know wont judge you and who your insecurities shut up with. Like yeah i know youre too young to be married in all senses and have kids etc etc and ypouire not mature enough to choose who you sopend the rest of your life with but like, skipping all that if you find the person somehow and tehyre perfect for u etc etc then it would just be so cool to have someone at this age idk i feel. anyway this got weird **I dont want to get married right now disclaimer disclaimer**

ok on a totally unrelated topiuc theres this guy in both business and econ and i really dont want to talk about it or itllk drill it in more gut yeah theres really nothing to tell. theres this guy in biz and econ whos kinda cute not hot like cute in a cute lil boy way its quite endearing but yeah you guessed it i maybe kinda like idk idek why 

you know what? since we came back from iran sometimes I’ll be in class (business. it’s boring and the last class so i be tired) so while im in class sometimes ill start crying (not all out, like no one sees me (I hope)) because i just want be there sdo bad. first ot was iran, qom, but now i want to go to karbala so badly i just die to go there ive never wanted to be there so bad away from this worldy life i want to go to the land thats a piece of jannah i want to be away from this worldy fickle life i want to be close to my imams i dont mind if its karbala or even iran or umrah i have a poster of imam husayn’s haram in my room and i look at it and cry and i have the Karbala chgannel thing on snapchat and they keep posting snaps where theres just standing in the middle of baynul haramayn and the dome in front and people walking by and i want to be there so bad my heart breaks and yearsn to be there but icant go there at least till june because the cruel CIE people kept one last small 1 hpour MCQs exam way in June so that my exams are just hanging in the air not dfinished until that dratted paper and im stuck here anyway probably for the better buyt i want to be there so bad i cant express it 

today i was reading in mikyal what it will be like when the imam comes and he will call out to the people in th emiddle opf the night and theyll be in worship or asleep and theyll hear him and will all reach Makkah and i want that so bad but im scared what if i falter at the last minute what if im not strong enough what if i lose sight of the ultimate goal that is Allah what is my own worldly desires cloud my vision what if I’m not strong enough Im so scaswred fopr that time man all my sins will cpount against me i so scared i wont be on my side im so scared ill falter at the last minute or pride of my deeds will cloud up my vision or make everyuthing worthless im so scared what if i falter