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“You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having you wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world.”

— Emery Allen

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Jensen Ackles | Batman: The Long Halloween, Recording Session [x]

#his EYES #jensen ackles

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dad tax

#stop it this is so cute #the mandalorian

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☾ VICE ��

Chapter 1: In the beginning

Simon Riley x You x König

Smut. MDNI ta

In the beginning, everything was glorious. A vivid dream of technicolour, singing through the histories of your world that this relationship was going to be life changing.

In the beginning, it was life changing. But then falling in love always is. That moment where your breath seems to falter, eyes shyly snatching glances and heart racing hard in your ears.

Because in the beginning, that’s how it was with Simon. All wistful moments and careful brushes against your body that made your head spin. You’d analyse them for hours, dream about the way he touched your waist in the mess hall as he poured himself another coffee.

Then came the night when you knew everything would be different from this point on, both of you relaxed after a beer or two, having celebrated another successful tour. Simon offered to walk you back to your room, as you weaved slightly with the buzz of hops caught in your throat.

All it took was for Simon to rub his gloved knuckle over one cheek bone, brown eyes pouring into yours through the holes in that mask he always wore. His gaze was steady, but you saw the way his adam’s apple bobbed nervously in his throat.

“You coming in Si?”

The question was out before you could properly contemplate it. Cause and effect, Simon’s hands grabbed your hips, smashing you against him, tugging up his mask hastily to plant an inevitable kiss on your soft lips. The smell of cigarette smoke and gun powder permeating your senses until you felt like you might suffocate in him.

He claimed you so thoroughly that night, like he already had his wedding band on your ring finger. Simon watched you for hours. You know now, he was caught between a desperate urge to run from the depth of his feelings and a desire to drown in you wholeheartedly, sink under the surface of your skin so you would never be free of him.

At first, you kept it a secret. It was clandestine, uncomfortably arousing, heated looks during briefings and Simon’s gradual presence in the medical bay when no one would miss him elsewhere. More times than you could count, he laid you out on the gurney and slid home into your anticipating cunt.

You were always so ready for him, offering up your warmth to someone entirely used to living in the shadowy recesses of his own dark past. But then came the time, when Simon decided that he needed to make you his entirely.

In the early hours of the morning, held fast in his broad arms and tracing patterns on the grey and black ink under his skin, Simon’s rough voice murmured into your ear.

“Marry me.”

Slowly, you turned to look at him properly. There was no trace of doubt in his amber gaze, pale lips and blonde brows set firmly. Was it even really a question? It didn’t sound like it, more of a statement of fact, a certainty not dependent on your answer.

“Okay.” You whispered, watching the scars on his face relax slightly. Simon was the most ruggedly handsome man you’d ever met. Broken nose off centre but only adding to the charm of his visage, a scar cleaving his upper lip in two, missing the pale stubble that littered the rest of his jawline. A poor repair job, one you could have done much more neatly.

You told Price first, Simon’s hand lacing into yours as you stood side by side in the Captain’s office. The older man sighed, then smiled, looking between you while leaning back in his chair comfortably.

“Didn’t think I’d see the day Simon. Congratulations to both of you.”

You’d smiled dreamily up at your fiancé, no diamond on your finger, but safe in the knowledge you belonged together. It was written in the way he looked at you, touched your skin like it was sacred. A man who finally found peace in the comfort of your embrace, a sanctuary you were happy to give him.

“We’ll have to reassign you.” Price eyed you dogmatically. “You know the rules, it’s a conflict of interests.”

Simon made a huffing noise in the back of his throat, like he wanted to disagree, but you silenced him with a nudge. Price’s eyebrow quirked just enough to suggest he had heard it.

“We know Captain.” Squeezing Simon’s hand lightly, your acknowledgment of the circumstances was enough to the quell slight tension rustling in the corners of the office.

You honeymooned in Rome, a brief reprieve from military life, a chance to feel the normality of being husband and wife. You sat side by side in the piazza, eating gelato and contemplating your lives. Everything seemed bathed in blissful simplicity, Simon casually relaxing in his seat, long legs resting next to yours and a hand on your bare thigh in the sunshine.

“Love you.”

He said it quietly, so contentedly it made your heart sing.

“Love you.”

In truth, did you really need to hear it from him? Those words could have gone unspoken and you would never have doubted his feelings. Not then anyway, not before the agony of being absorbed by someone so complex sunk into every vestige of your personality.

Price found you a new role in Germany, Paderborn’s Normandy Barracks. It wasn’t exactly what you wanted, a downgrade from combat medic to onsite doctor, but sacrifices had to be made. Simon was needed in the field, indispensable to the 141, the rank of Lieutenant won with prestigious skill and a trail of corpses left in his wake.

You were given a little house on the sprawling base, a place to make your own. So you quashed any uncertainty about the new direction your life was taking, understanding that Simon would always return to you, give you a taste of easy domesticity for the periods he was on leave.

For awhile, that might have been enough to sustain you. Scattered bits of your husband littered across the long months you spent alone, sometimes interspersed with Johnny or Kyle crashing your home when they were on training courses. Even Price visited once or twice, laying his hat down on the sofa and patting you on the back gruffly.

“S’good to see you.”

The house would be full of laughter, the gruff sounds of your former team almost reunited. It felt like normal, until they left and their echoes chased you around base like phantoms.

Slowly, the nagging loneliness of life began to eat away at you, culminating in your first true argument with Simon in the entire two years of your marriage.

“You knew what you was signing up for love.” He towered over you, utterly unconcerned by your trembling rage. Simon was leaving three days earlier than planned, needed back with the team. He tried to plant an apologetic kiss on the top of your head, leaning easily out of your reach as you batted him away.

“That’s not the fuckin point Simon! Everything always comes before me!”

His dark gaze considered that, mouth working like he was chewing something unpleasant.

“Think ya self more important than keeping world peace huh?”

Then he turned on heel and left, as you smarted from the sting of those words, slapped verbally around the face with the outward truth of it.

Hours later, when Simon eventually found his way back into your marital bed, he wrapped both arms around you tight.

“Just how it is darlin. Ya know that. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

You returned the fevered kisses he placed all over your neck in kind, letting his weight rest between your thighs like you wanted to trap him there forever.

“Fuck I love you!” Simon had panted against your cheek, when he felt the warmth of your core fluttering around him. His hands tangled in your hair, dragging your mouth close to his, kiss absolute and all consuming.

“Love you Si.” You cried out when he made you cum, grinding down into your heat. His sharp words were forgotten in a heartbeat, forgiven easily in the passion between you.

You tried so hard not to cry when Simon dragged himself out of bed the following morning at five am.

“Be back. I’ll always come back to ya.” He promised, holding your damp face in his rough hands.

“Miss you already.” You blew him a kiss, swollen eyes blinking back fresh grief at yet another separation.

“Miss you more.”

But his reply was yelled over one shoulder, your tear streaked face firmly in his rearview. His job was his life, you were just along for the ride in whatever capacity Simon wanted. The only thing he left behind were a few sparse possessions and that haze of cigarette smoke, it lingered for days even though you opened every window. The tainted perfume of your love for him.

You weren’t at the wheel of your life anymore, he was.

In the beginning, you let him steer, his effortless dominance assuring you he knew the best route to happiness.

And in the beginning, you really believed he did.

Masterlist 🌝

@misshugs @cutiecusp @dustycrusty09 @pxssygxblin @sigrid666 @xxshadowbabexx

#it's been a while since I read anything tbh cause my mind hasn't been in the right space to consume fic #but as soon as i saw the pairing I had to read immediately #and I tore through this #and I love it and I want more already #konig x reader x ghost #ghost x reader x konig

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.the 50 years old child

and the mandalorian spam continues~ for this little precious bean i would give my life <3

#grogu #the mandalorian art

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GO, LUKE. RANT, LUKE.

#gilmore girls

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the grays, bitch. THE GRAYS.

#the curls are gone #BUT THE GREYSSSSS #pedro pascal

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Joel Miller’s neck.

#neck #neck is very important #fuck #joel miller

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Here are some rough color sketches of Pedro characters as cowboys!

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#masters of the air #callum turner

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PEDRO PASCAL as JAVIER PEÑA Narcos - "The Palace in Flames"

#that face is begging to be sat on #and I will gladly take up that role #Javier pena

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#burn this into my brain

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Yorkshire, England by Paul Moon

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“if you’re working a full time job you should be able to afford to live on your own and have access to food and transportation” gonna be real with you brother. everyone deserves this. Not just people working 40 hrs a week

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