#khrused

               ❝   i   know   it’s   dangerous,   but   the   alternative   is   lettin’   our   people   starve.      i   can’t   let   that   happen.   ❞

@khrused / cont.

A gasp immediately followed as Hera squeezed his hand affectionately and then let go. But she smiled at him, gave him a peck on the lips, and told him to behave himself until she returned. They both knew he would; Eddie was a sucker for his girl. Of course, that didn't stop his lips from flapping. "I'm gonna commit some atrocities!" He announced, all in the name of losing his cuddle time.

                    she’s as silent as she can be :   belt unbuckled and shirt slipped over her head,   peeling away layers and layers of fabric until what is left is sore muscles and tousled waves of hair.   fatigue always comes in waves,   lulling her back into the warmth of a bed ――   but she’s awake enough to crawl under the duvet with enough care,   lips trailing along the curve of a shoulder and chest pressed against @khrused​’s back.   heaven had no smell until she breathed her   ; the perfume lingers in the roots of her hair and behind the small of her lobe,   filling her lungs until they ache,  and she exhales a groggy sigh.     “ i missed you. ”     the understatement of the year :   coming home to her feels like finding a fountain after centuries of draught.   cheek presses against the side of hera’s neck,   voice slipping over a collarbone as a weary whisper.     “ i managed to give bailey a good night kiss without waking her up.   i think i’m getting better at it. ”

were   your   dreams   sweet ?     not   as   sweet   as   you .   ――     @khrused .   @stfreds .

―  ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss  ᴇᴅɪᴛs  ᴏғ  ᴛᴏᴍ  ᴋᴇᴇɴ .   mutuals may reblog.   @stfreds​.   @khrused.

I landed in Rawlins and nothing to do So I took a short walk to the Red Light Saloon. I opened the door,   stepped up to the bar, Says a dancing young beauty,   "Will you have a cigar?" I took the cigar and sat down in a chair, 'Twas not very long till she crept around there. She stepped up a-smilin';   sat down on my knee, "You are a gay fellow,   and this I can see."

                    the touch spreads like fire,   brazen fingers scraping across a thigh and tugging on the buckle of his belt :   the wolfish grin in the corner of his mouth is a warning ――   months of drought and not being able to see her,   of not being able to touch her...   but it’s barely been minutes since he’s navigated the car back onto the highway.   they’ve got the entire weekend without the kids,   and it’s a what ?   twenty minute drive home ?   but palm presses against the slowly growing bulge,   lips ghosting kisses over his shoulder to his ear.   the grip around the steering wheel is tense,   eyes meeting hers in the rear-view mirror.     “ don’t even think about it. ”     voice is coarse,  breathless,  verging on a threat,   and naturally met with the same insubordinate pout that he fell in love with the first night.   the belt comes off against better judgement :   one button opened after another,   slowly,   gradually,   coaxing out an almost moan with every apt movement of her fingertips until,  finally,  his cock springs free.   the car swerves just a little,   enough for the adrenaline to choke out a curse when hera’s head dips forward and clasps plump lips around his tip.   his own sinks against the seat with a groan,   one hand sliding off the wheel to take a hold of her hair,   too see.   she’s got so pretty fucking eyes,   makes it hard to keep his on the road.     “ fuck ――   it’s all yours,  baby.   but don’t make me cum yet.   i’ve got plans for you. ”