#consumed

[6lursed]

[road-killfawn]

[onlyloversleftonline]

they pay me in WOIMS

[normanthatisall]

These moments .. Consumed ❤️🏹❤️‍🩹

[thelowerperspective]

The Beautiful Ruin of Him

He loved her

in the way storms love coastlines

violently, repeatedly,

without ever learning restraint.

And she adored it.

Adored the way his hands tightened around her waist

like he was afraid she would disappear

if he loosened his grip even slightly.

The room glowed gold around them,

candles trembling against old walls,

their reflections caught in the mirror behind them

like another couple entirely

equally doomed,

equally in love.

He buried his face against her throat

with the desperation of a man

who had spent too many years pretending composure mattered more than hunger.

But she had undone him.

Slowly.

Beautifully.

The kind of undoing

that feels less like destruction

and more like finally telling the truth.

She leaned back against him with a smile already forming,

eyes fluttering shut as his mouth traced heat along her skin,

and God—

she loved what she did to him.

Loved how quickly his breathing changed.

Loved how his voice disappeared when she touched him.

Loved how a single glance from her

could make a man who once seemed immovable

look utterly consumed.

Not weak.

Never weak.

Just deeply, dangerously affected.

Like she had reached inside him

and found every lonely part

he kept hidden beneath discipline and charm.

Outside, the night carried on unnoticed.

But inside that room,

with candlelight flickering against her bare shoulders

and his arms wrapped around her like devotion made physical,

they became the kind of love people warn you about in old songs.

Too intense.

Too intoxicating.

Too impossible to survive untouched.

And when she tilted her head back farther into him,

smiling softly as he lost himself against her skin,

it felt less like seduction

and more like surrender.

[huariqueje]

Consumed - Mia Bergeron , 2025.

American, b. 1979   - 

Oil on panel , 9 x 12 in . 22.86 x 30.48 cm.

[max-ammo]

“what’s twist and shout?” - Me approximately 8 hours ago

Me 10 mins after epilogue - I am hollow inside, god is dead, do not speak to me about destiel for a week.