Omg.. its NOT Soap’s scarf these scarfs are common to wear in military outfits it could be Price’s scarf because Soap had a green scarf not this black and white one..
Istg SOME people are so dumdum thinking everything is AI, like there are humans actually spending hours learning and making something real when a fucking idiot saying that's AI 🙄
It's been a year and a half since you broke up, but you still follow his matches, you couldn't get over not being together, but today you had to come, to the underground place where these boxings are held, but they are not televised, and not planned in a certain scenario, Or fake acts, all members should not tell anyone especially police about their existence, No these matches are not legal,
its fighting 'till the other one Dies, the winner Gets a huge award, and respect, you notice Simon wasn't actually doing well since you walked away, even though you were watching the matches on secret online website that you paid money to be in,
But this particular battle, is really important
His opponent was not an easy man, he had won twice in previous years, so you found yourself today standing in the waiting room, where Simon sits on one of the benches, looking hotter and more massive than you remember, you approached him, and he thought he was delirious, he didn't even know you were actually standing here, cheering him up and concluding "I want you to live" You got closer to him with your hands on his face, whispering to him "you can beat the shit out of that fucking giant" His eyes filled with happiness when he learned you hadn't given up on him.
He pulled you closer, not letting you go, tough as always, wanted to feel your presence more, wasn't gentle at all, as if he's punishing you for leaving him all these months, next thing you know, him squishing you under his large body, all sweaty and tired, his nose buried in your neck, breathing your scent, he spoke without lifting up his head "Bloody hell, Woman, I was going to end it.. Tonight.."
"End it? What do you mean by that?!"
He lifted up his head, looked deeply into your eyes then said
"I was going to lose on purpose"
The bell rang.. he got up.. took his mask and pants but left his Hoodie covering you.
You couldn't say anything, just waited,
--Blood is splashed on the floor of the ring, and the brutal fight breaks the bones, the opponent bounces over the other player with the weight of his body, he kicks on the shin and breaks it hard, the opponent falls to the ground in pain, you were watching this barbaric savage in which men put themselves for a title and a pile of money, the silence filled the hall, they await the opponent's final blow, and then the sound of the neck bones popping spread as it smashed and broke.
He fell dead, your entire body shakes in fear, its brutal, yet the audience were cheering the winner's name
As if the time stops and all voice seem too far
Some of them yelling in pure Rage watching their bet
Dies like that
All voices shouting, Standing, some are fighting each other
Mixed with Happiness and anger, they were bigger than you and taller so your couldn't see it was torture not to be able to see the full ring
You heard it right
"Skull Mask! Skull Mask!"
Squeezing yourself between the- very excited humans watching someone dies- you saw him, you can tell he's looking for you as he jumps off the bloody Ring,
Before the contest organizer stops him while holding a microphone to ask about his landslide victory
He didn’t care, he wasn't interested in all this, he just wanted to see you, but too many people screaming his name, he snatched the microphone and spoke "Can some one find her, Y/N ?"
The crowd started to scream your name too, it was awkward, but you had to show yourself saying "th-that's me.. hi.." fucking embarrassing
Wearing his Hoodie walking between the drunk happy crazy crowd, Simon Held your hand and kissed your fingers "Sorry, Love, wanted you hug ya.. but.. soaked in fucking blood" the red human juice painted on his strong muscles.. kinda cool though
You smiled at him , you're still scared from what he said earlier, If you weren't here Tonight..
"Let's Get the fuck out of here, Darling" you followed him outside, hand in hand, he won't let you go, not this Time.
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Okay I'm not good at wrighting Fanfics if you have an other Story based on these photos please share! :ß
tw: toxicex!simon x ex!reader. dub-con, forced breeding, mean simon, quickie, public sex, seeing each other after a long time.
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he wasn’t supposed to be here. simon hated clubs, hated being in crowded places. he would sell his soul to be in his flat right now. probably reading some book with a cigarette and a bottle of good whiskey. but he couldn’t say no to his friends. soap was way too convincing. so he went.
and you weren’t supposed to be here, you hated clubs. they made you feel uncomfortable, exposed and unsafe. but your girls wanted you to unwind. they wanted you to get distracted from the misery you currently were swimming in. in other words, from your current life. but you felt bad saying no. so you went.
alcohol tasted good tonight. it tasted like an escape, like all of the memories and pain never even existed in the first place. so you had a little too much. so, naturally, you found yourself in the farthest corner of the hallway. it was relatively dark, so you felt safe crying your eyes out. you were quiet with it, but the giant mascara stains definitely didn’t help with hiding your tears. the cool wall behind your back felt like an escape from the hot air of the club.
“shit.” you mumbled seeing your cup empty. you drained everything, every last drop is gone. so you tossed the plastic cup aside with a scowl. you sniffled, feeling like every little thing acted as a trigger for your tears. covering your face with your hands, you swallowed all the whimpers and whines, crying silently. it still hurt you so much to be apart from simon. he was the only man you have ever loved.
your love could be described as something incredibly chaotic, passionate, intimate, destructive, deep, raw. it was real, perfect and horrible at the same time. you were ready to kill for each other, but you were incompatible. simon was a walking red flag. cold, mean, traumatized, emotionally unstable and unavailable. but he loved with all his heart, he just couldn’t properly show it. you were so good to him, he felt like a better person with you. but the constant fighting, toxicity and disagreements forced you to end things. you couldn’t take it anymore.
so, when you removed your hands and saw him standing there, on the other end of the hallway, you flinched. “whatever hallucination this is, get the fuck outta here.” you said, alcohol slowing your speech m, as you messily waved your hand. you were sure it was just alcohol playing tricks on you. but through your half-lidded eyes you saw him get closer. then you felt him. “oh, fuck no.” you whined, realizing that it was all real.
“looks who’s here, dove.” he said softly. he grabbed your chin, tilting your head up, so you’d see him properly. “it’s me, dove, see me?” you could only nod. your head fell on his shoulder, legs slightly bending. “had too much, huh? think the alcohol will erase me, my dumb little bird?” his chuckle felt like a knife. you would’ve argued if you had energy for that. but you could only look at him, crying again. “oh, come now, what’s this for? i am here now, ain’t i? thought i’d leave my missus? no, it’s fate, dove, we’re meant to be together.”
you tried to push him away, “simon..” you whined weakly. “you’re not good for me.” he only shook his head, like he always did when he heard you say that. “bullocks, dove. we’re meant to be.” you didn’t even feel his hands pull your dress up. it pooled at your waist as his hand went straight to his favorite place. “wet for me, like always. bad for you, eh? your cunt says otherwise, luvie.” he said cooing mockingly at you. “we met here for a reason tonight, lassie. it’s been too long. i need to feel that cunny, yeah?”
you shook your head but moaned anyway when he entered with a single thrust. his pace was quick, desperate even. he forced your legs around his waist, as he pushed you against the wall. he didn’t care about the footsteps behind him, the bathrooms were near after all. but it only made him fuck you harder. “yeah, missed me?” he said squeezing your cheeks together as he held your jaw. he knew you did. he felt it in the squeeze of your cunt. he felt it in his heart. because he did too. he needed to feel you again, and he knew he wouldn’t let you escape again.
“gonna breed this cunnie, eh, lassie?” he said laughing at your suddenly wide eyes. he saw the sheer discomfort and fear in your eyes at that idea. “no worries, dove. m’not leaving my missus alone with a baby.” you tried to climb off him, you really did, but his hand kept your ankles locked at his waist. so with a few powerful thrusts, he hissed, watching a creamy ring form at his base. “yeah, like that.” he whispered, nodding. “my seed’s powerful, luvie. knocked you up real good. think it’ll work? i think it will.” he added. he didn’t care that you kept shaking your head.
simon hugged you, tightly. it was one more way of his to show that you were still his, that he wouldn’t let you go. you were weak for him, so your brain could only accept what just happened. you nuzzled into him, hating and loving him at the same time. oh, how you loved his scent, how you loved his warmth. it’s alright, maybe he wasn’t so bad for you after all?
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