#idea was too good

[monsterslikemango]

Loving Simon felt like being consumed — a vulture picking and grabbing at your flesh. He wanted to be gentle but it was just impossible for a man like him — doomed to leave destruction in his wake.

Your clothes laid across the room — a few buttons loose now. His still on, his always on — you never truly felt his warmth or kissed his skin but you had to be okay with that as you placed your mark on his mask. Your soft pink lips staining and leaving behind a claim on what you knew wasn’t yours.

Simon was rough, he always was ruining and devouring your soul. His body moving against yours as his lips ripped and torn at your soft skin — already covered in splashes of blue and purple but he must create new. Silent words escaping his lips, “never forgot me,” he said with each new mark.

“Please never forget me”