I HATE MYSELF SM IM GOING TO KMS SM!! I NEED MORE CVTS! MORE SCARS! AGGHH!!
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Title: Double-Edged Sword
Caption: inspired by the song Double-Edged Sword - Hailey Picardi
Sometimes the person who hurts you the most is also the only person who knows how to stop the bleeding.
The dish shattered against the kitchen wall.
Trevor hadn’t meant to throw it that hard, but the porcelain exploded on impact anyway, breaking into jagged white pieces that scattered across the tile floor.
The sound rang through the apartment.
Mia didn’t flinch.
For a moment neither of them moved.
Rain battered the windows outside, the storm turning the apartment into a small island of tension and broken porcelain.
Trevor reached up suddenly and gripped the edge of the refrigerator beside her, trapping her between his arms.
“You want to know what’s really happening?” he said quietly.
Mia held his gaze.
“What?”
His voice softened, and somehow that was worse.
“You’re the only person who can make me this angry.”
The words landed hard.
“And you’re the only person I can’t walk away from.”
Mia’s breath caught slightly.
That was the part that always ruined everything.
Trevor’s anger burned hot and fast, but his love when it showed itself was devastating.
“You hurt me,” she whispered.
Trevor’s expression shifted.
“I know.”
“And then you tell me you love me.”
“I do.”
The words were immediate.
Certain.
And suddenly Mia understood the trap they had built together.
Trevor was the blade.
Sharp enough to cut her open every time he lost control.
But he was also the only one who knew how to press his hands over the wound afterward and make the bleeding stop.
Trevor’s forehead dropped against hers.
His voice was barely more than a breath.
“I hate fighting with you.”
“Then stop fighting.”
“I don’t know how.”
Mia closed her eyes.
Neither of them did.
Trevor pulled her into his arms then, suddenly and fiercely, like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go for even a second.
Mia felt the familiar warmth of his chest against her cheek, his heart beating hard and fast beneath her ear.
Around them the kitchen floor was still covered in broken dishes.
Neither of them bothered to clean it up.
Because the truth was something they both already understood.
Loving Trevor had always been like holding a blade.
It glittered in the light.
And Mia had never been able to decide if the pain was worth it.
So she held on anyway.
Even as it cut her open.
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Anyone else ever think they’re over someone then get hit with the “But i was genuinely in love with them” thoughts? Like doesnt matter how abusive they were i did really love em
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Jacob and Nandi | Toxic Love [Fatal Seduction]
SPOILERS Fatal Seduction season 3!
It’s a thin line between love and hate…
The Story of Jacob and Nandi
Fandom: Fatal Seduction (Netflix)
Jacob and Nandi - (Prince Grootboom and Kgomotso Christopher) #fatalseduction #darkdesire
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figured that this is tumblr after all, heres some older art of my toxic yaoi oc’s!!
curly headband = Ricky, other guy = Caleb
I plan to post a lot of art stuff here and such, across of personal works and fandoms, even to rant about my own opinions on things too!!
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A snippet of something new I’m writing.
“How about a game?” she asked, her lips coiling into a sly grin as she offered the pack to him.
“I-I don’t smoke…” he said cautiously, and yet he still took a cigarette from the box.
“If you’re smart, you won’t have to smoke at all.” She replied while lighting her own cigarette
Somehow, cornered against this wall outside of his own bar, he still couldn’t fight back. As he held the cigarette between his fingers, he resigned himself to breaking all of his rules.
“What’s the game?” he sighed
“It’s simple. We have until the cigarette runs out to ask each other questions. And if we don’t want to answer, we take a drag.” She was already inhaling from her cigarette as she explained the rules of the game.
His mind raced with protest before he lit his cigarette, “Who goes first?”
Even just holding it, the smell burned his nose, but looking up at her with smoke trailing from her lips, he felt his chest tighten. There was a weight over his heart and the smoke certainly wasn’t helping. For the first time in his life, he brought a cigarette to his lips and choked down the smoke. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he was probably doing it wrong. As he tried a second puff, he watched nearly a quarter of his cigarette disappear. His lungs tightened and his throat squeezed itself shut like it was trying to block the smoke from going any further. It felt like dying, but the smile on her face was worth the feeling. She chuckled as he coughed and retched.
“I suppose I’ll go first then,” she looked down at him, hunched over as he choked, “Are you still with that girl?”
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Love could hibernate, and its reappearance was as unpredictable as a coiled serpent’s strike.
Justin Haynes, Ibis
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im genuinely so fucked up from it all now that if someone isn’t willing to abuse and trap me in my head it means they obviously just don’t love me and want me to leave…
i didn’t even like the girl that forced me to stay with her it was terrifying it was only 4 months but they felt like an eternity
but i worry in my sick head that maybe if it had been the partner i actually liked that treated me this way I wouldn’t feel this way and that thought traps me because now I’m just seeking out the same abusive dynamic that contributed to my fears again just this time with a girl I’m not physically repulsed by and don’t completely despise
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me: crying to songs about staying in the most toxic relationship possible
also me: cut off half my family for treating me badly
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I want to rip out your heart and swallow it whole, I wanna slit your throat and lick it clean <33
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Do you want to stay as someone how who has choicen you?
Our as someone who survived you?
If we don’t heal ourselves first, we bleed onto others
But, what if I hide it, I don’t want to bother our hurt anyone.
Especially then.
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I always imagine my overly sexy boyfriend beating me everyday and using me for my body just for his satisfaction.
Until i realize that its just a Fantasy…
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Thresh - “The way he breaks you gently” (one-shot)
❈ Warnings: ⚠️Toxic relationship. The text centers on a ‘romance’ meant to be read safely as purely fictional and fantastical content, never as something to be sought out or accepted as a real-life relationship ⚠️
❈ Words: ~700
❈ Synopsis: You told him he hurt you, but he loved your pain.
I usually use (__) to indicate the space where you can add your name — or whichever name you prefer.
You, sulking and with your arms crossed, struggling with yourself to maintain composure, were far too adorable for Thresh to admire without delighting in the scene and laughing.
[[MORE]]– You’ve been manipulating me; I won’t give in this time, Thresh. You really hurt me.
Ah, that was too much. The heavy sound of chains as he approached blended with the flickering sound of the mist that followed him, wrapping around him more intensely, shaping his cadaverous figure into the human appearance he had been using to walk among the mortals of Bilgewater. And yes, he noticed the tremor in your gaze as your beloved man assumed that so antiquated and elegant form, especially while approaching with a discreet, confident smile, slow steps, as if he knew the clock of your world waited for his time to move its hands.
– What do you mean by that, (__)? Are you refusing me?
Even though nothing had been offered to refuse, Thresh’s question already seemed to carry the displeasure of losing something that belonged to him. To emphasize the unspoken promise, Thresh traced the contour of your lips with his gloved hand, admiring your skin with a gleam of desire and amusement in his eyes.
– What a shame. Just when the last few days made me miss… you…
The last words were broken, breathed out as his mouth brushed yours, the cold breath sending icy shocks down your spine. Somehow, you resisted this time. You pressed your arms tighter against your own body, as if trying to prevent yourself from throwing into Thresh’s arms. And he waited with pleasure for the next moment when you tried to push him away:
– Not this… not this time, Thresh. You really hurt me.
The man rolled his eyes, indifferent to your feelings, but smiling. With a twisted tenderness, he looked at you—almost contemplated you— with his sickly love for a human who desired him yet tried to repel him simultaneously.
– (__)… Do you really think that matters to me?
With his index finger, he traced a vertical line on your cheek from your eye, as if following the path of an imaginary tear.
– Do you have any idea how much I love your pain, my doll?
Your heart skipped a beat, and you clenched your jaw to scold yourself for it. A gesture not unnoticed by Thresh.
– You are…
He silenced you with a quick kiss, yet intense enough to steal an involuntary moan. One of Thresh’s hands slid around your waist as if the now-veiled chains were wrapping around you again—as they had done so many times before; a subtle reminder that you were still bound to him. And it was your fault for being there, for Thresh’s hold was possessive but not painful; loose enough for you to push and run at any moment.
But he knew from your forced breathing and rising blush that he wouldn’t even need the physical chains to keep you there. His gaze beneath his lashes already said everything he needed to hear about your fragile human heart.
Thresh laughed, his form flickering for a second into the cadaverous figure hidden beneath the charming human guise.
– Were you going to say something, (__)?
His hand rose to caress your face, also flickering and shimmering with his cadaverous form and claws; it was hard to tell if the touch was a threat or a promise. Even harder was for you to focus enough to reignite the spark of pride that had made you confront him in the first place.
Thresh’s lips met yours again, lasting no more than three seconds. Just enough time to remind you of the delight of kissing him; too short to give any sense of satisfaction.
Your eyes watered at the point where your reason and desire collided.
Separating your arms, you let your hands seek Thresh’s coat to hold it against your chest, drawing close not as one seeking refuge, but as prey surrendering and accepting the predator’s bite.
– … I hate you, you know? I hate you, Thresh.
Hope you enjoyed!
Credits: divisors here