#destructive love

[callmemonster68]

SUNGHOON - Dark Sacrifice

( romance dark )

Sunghoon surrenders his soul to a mysterious woman, whose love is both his salvation and his undoing, in a dark pact where passion and pain become inseparable.

Pairing: Sunghoon  X FemReader

Genre: Romance Dark

Warning: sacrifice, destructive love, dark passion, pain and pleasure, dark pact, obsession, femme fatale, submission, forbidden desire, dark fantasy, toxic relationship, mysticism, emotional transformation, inner conflict, total surrender, sexual innuendo

Note: I'm recently starting to write, and English is not my native language. I apologize for any mistakes and hope to improve my writing. Feedback is always welcome!

Inspiration: Sacrifice (Eat Me Up) - Enhypen

The night was suffocating, as if the very air conspired to strip the life from his lungs. He knelt on the cold ground, his breath ragged, beads of sweat sliding down his forehead. The world around him seemed to crumble, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was her.

She stood before him, a cruel contrast of light and shadow. Her eyes shone like stars trapped in a hopeless sky, yet her expression was cold, distant. She was a fallen angel, a dangerous spell that bound him in an eternal cycle of pain and desire.

Sunghoon: Why do you do this to me? He asked, his voice broken, desperate. He knew begging would do no good, but he did it anyway, clinging to a thread of hope that had no right to exist.

She approached slowly, each step echoing like thunder in his mind. Y/N: You say you love me, but you don’t understand what that means. Her voice was soft, almost gentle, yet it cut like invisible blades.

Sunghoon: I do understand. He insisted, desperation pouring from his words.

Sunghoon: I give you everything. My life, my soul… everything I am. Please, don’t leave me like this.

She crouched down, her delicate fingers touching his face. Her touch was icy, yet it ignited something deep within him. Y/N: You speak of sacrifice, but are you truly ready for it?

Without hesitation, he grasped her hand, pressing it against his chest. Sunghoon: Take what you want. My flesh, my blood... I am yours. Forever.

She smiled—a dangerous smile, like a predator knowing its prey couldn’t escape. Y/N: Then prove it.

Before he could react, she pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t a kiss of love; it was dark, overwhelming. Her lips were fire, and he felt as though he were drowning, being consumed. When she pulled away, he noticed her nails had left marks on his chest, thin lines of blood trickling down.

Y/N: You’re so fragile, She murmured, studying the blood as if it were a masterpiece. S/N: And yet, so willing to break for me.

He looked at her, his heart racing, but his voice steady. Sunghoon: I accept the pain. The pain reminds me I’m alive. That I’m with you.

She stared at him for a long moment, something indecipherable glimmering in her eyes. Then she pulled him closer, her hands sliding around his neck, her body molding to his.

Y/N: Be mine, then. She whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. Y/N: But know this: the more you love me, the more I will destroy you. Until there’s nothing left of you but what I desire.

He didn’t hesitate. Sunghoon: Then destroy me. Make me whatever you want.

Her smile widened, and he knew he had crossed a line from which he could never return. She was his salvation and his undoing, the sole reason for his existence and the cause of his slow death.

And as the night swallowed them, he realized there was no longer a distinction between pleasure and pain, between life and death. He had become hers. Completely. Irrevocably.

And amidst the darkness, he loved her more deeply than he had ever loved anything.

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[crimsondinnerparty]

What makes Hannigram so tragic is how fundamentally incomplete they are as individuals—Hannibal is the void, and Will is fractured beyond repair. Together, they form a twisted kind of wholeness, but one that’s forever imperfect. Fuller often describes their bond as one of “mutual transformation,” but that transformation doesn’t mean happiness. It’s about endless cycles of creation and destruction, about the fact that Hannibal can only ever love in pieces—pieces of Will that he takes, alters, and breaks. They can’t be together in any peaceful sense because, deep down, they’ll always break each other. It’s the cruelest form of love, built on the inevitability of suffering.

[aestheteasteria]

[rubyfire777]

What was love for me? A burning house. A sailor throwing his body against the jagged shoreline. What was love but that drive to lose yourself? Lose the self? An annihilation.

"The Song of the Bow," Bee Sacks, published 2024 in Electric Literature

[crackedchimera]

My heart is like the planet

where the little prince lives.

Each person I love is a baobab tree,

taking up too much space,

destroying it with their roots.

Whether they mean to or not,

their very existence hurts me.

And the process of removing them

hurts even more.

But it must be done.

I must stare at these

tiny, loving, living things

and rip them out.

Because otherwise,

otherwise I will die.

They will kill me,

without having realized it.

I wish they were roses,

I wish they could be

forever small and gentle.

But in my life,

on my planet,

love is only ever

destructive.

I’m sorry I waited so long

to pull you out of the ground.

You’ve grown too large

and I’m too tired

to keep digging.

I guess it was always going to be

love that kills me.

- the deadliest invasive species

[obedientsoul]

In the shadows of passion and power, the line between desire and destruction can blur, but it always our choices that define us

[bruciemilf]

Something something violence has always been the primary love language for Waynes, something something.

It breaks me that Bruce loves Jason so deeply, and Jason is so completely unaware of it. He comes to the conclusion that love is religion. You have to see to believe.

I’m just thinking about Jason watching evidence of how wrecked Bruce is after his death. He stalks Batman, always, tracks down every movement and breath. He waits for the perfect moment to shoot.

Your father only dies once, after all.

That moment, mysteriously, doesn’t come.

Jason’s never been scared of Bruce. Fear, to him, is darkness and cold and a bleach white face laughing at him. Fear of Bruce not being there at all. That’s fear.

I need a scene where Jason, — Red Hood, — watches Batman pin down a mugger.

He doesn’t know what that man says. Something about getting on him for not being there when Wayne’s boy got killed.

He’s never been scared of Bruce.

But when he punches that man, over and over and over, when his throat makes those horrible sounds of gasping effort, animal and feral, he’s afraid. Afraid Bruce won’t stop.

He’s about to jump in when another, smaller pair of feet runs up to the scene and Jesus Christ that’s a kid — A kid wearing Jason’s old uniform. Wrapping his arms around Batman’s and clinging.

The man on the ground is motionless. If he didn’t blink, Jason wouldn’t know there was a face anymore.

But that’s not the worst part.

The worst part is Bruce crying. Gasping, punched out noises, his hands drenched with red, squeezing the kid so close to him.

“My baby. Oh my baby.”

[stardust-stains]

Your eyes, they look like fire, my love,

A fire too hot to touch.

But I take no note of the warnings, my love,

And laugh as I go up like a match.

[stump-not-found]

A Lifetime Served in a Little Cup

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4

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bill, babygirl, the red flags get outta there

[steveyockey]

the best part of challengers is how they’re all barely 32 if that and it’s like listen my better years are behind me. my wife will shoot me like a dog if I don’t make it to semis this season

[the-muppet-joker]

I will continue out of spite. If anyone wants to take me out that badly, they will have to get their hands dirty and do it themselves! If they wish me miserable, they will have to wipe off my Joker smile with their own two hands!

[chell-min]

(college au) she was a baseballer he did ballet

[clara-scintilla]

[smatterbrained]

Spilled Energon

[shepscapades]

@zhukzucraft YOU ARE DOING SOMETHING INDESCRIBABLE TO ME!!!

[bananafire11]

He has arriiiived. I think i got almost everyones suggestions.... oh and wretched is there too