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#-CHAPTER TWO

ಌ including: hawks x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

ಌ cw: none, just keigo being a sweetheart

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needed me: rihanna

you had hanged out in hawk's room before, hell you even took naps in his room when he wasn't there. Its not your fault his bed just happens to be more cozier than your own, his feathers that are scattered in the room not bothering you as you fell asleep.

So it was no surprise when you felt your own eyes get heavy, Kei of course noticed this and was amused by how you refused to rest your head on his shoulder. "Your seriously gonna keep nodding off and snapping back awake? Or are you that determined to stay awake with me hm?" You rolled your eyes tiredly, before giving in and resting your head on his shoulder.

"There happy?" You asked sleepily, not knowing how the blonde's heart beated faster feeling you unconsciously snuggling into his side. "Don't get any ideas dummy..this is a one time thing.." You trailed off, linking your arm with his pressing your face now against his bicep. Looking down at your tired expression he smiled softly, trying to control the happy fluttering of his wings.

Craning them around you both, acting as a blanket. "One time thing huh? Guess I'll make the most of it." He continued to watch the movie, glancing at your sleeping expression occasionally. Once he saw his clock turn 1am, kei decided to let you sleep in his bed. Besides your reaction when you found yourself under his sheets would be priceless. Lifting your legs up slightly, he pulled the duvet over you both.

You shifted in your sleep slightly, shuffling closer to the blonde from a lack of touch. Keigo had loved that factor about you, no matter how many times you say you hate him you need his touch no matter the situation. And this was no different, so happily Kei gently wrapped an arm around your waist as to not cause you to stir in your slumber. Using a feather, he turned off the tv focusing on your tired features.

Your slightly messy hair, your face smushed into his chest, and soft snores leaving your lips. Yeah he had it bad for you, fighting the urge to kiss your lips he took one last long look at your sleeping face before drifting to sleep himself.

OCTOBER 8TH. HADES

“my sweet, deluded little minion. aren’t we forgetting one teensy-weensy but ever-so-crucial tiny little detail? i own you.”

♱ — keigo takami + hate sex.

♱ — synopsis; as a naive little girl in love you make a deal that gets you stuck with the unrelenting god of the underworld, and no matter how sweet he may fuck you…you’ll spend all of eternity hating him if you have to.

♱ —length; 5.4K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, mentions of death, restraints, marking, branding, creampies, thigh riding, impact play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, possesive sex, hate sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, hades!hawks. not beta read !

♱ — notes; screee happy sinister saturday !! tonight i bring you hawks beloved besmooched as disney’s hades!! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it. !! mwah !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

pity. 

you should not have pity for the weak because you are weak, yourself. 

you’re weak because you’re too kind; you hate to see a dying soul twisting through those who end up in the land of the undead, shackled to their fate of never returning where the living are. you feel their desperation, hear it in the woeful cries of lost lives as they make their trip down a stream of decay— to be damned for almost all of eternity and like them, you’re desperate too. the underworld is a place to be hated, you think, tying you down to the stench of death and you’re so desperate to feel the sun on your skin once more…to taste the juice of a ripened fruit and feel the warm breeze against your skin while you brush through locks of silvering hair. 

you miss the air in your lungs, you miss breathing him in like he was oxygen.

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⑅ ۫ . ෆ ˟ ໒꒱ MR. SUNSHINE keigo just wants to land in your land of love

keigo takami x sub!f!reader ౨ৎ . . . nsfw — mdni ໒꒱ ⋆˚✩. established relationship / kissies ! n more kissies ! a whole buncha kissies :3 / soft n sleepy n lovey dovey sex / a single clittie kiss / finger sucking ♡ / creampie / cockwarming / lotsa praise + lotsa petnames >v< / minimal prep / something something keigo is like the sun . . . to be proofread ++ crossposted to ao3 :>

you find yourself dreaming of the sun most nights. 

with topaz and scarlet bouncing around your mind, they quickly become your favourite colours— the autumn leaves that flit to the ground, his honeyed eyes and soft feathers, the shimmering gold that seeps from his lips into your mouth and fills every longing fissure, stops the red from bleeding out your heart. 

you love the sun. he loves you too. 

so much.

you know it in the way he smothers you in his light— rubbing it into your skin, where it soaks through all the muscle and bone down to the very core of your soul, where it drips and collects and coils in on itself into a glowing orb of sunshine. it bursts at the seams, overflows, saturates your tissue until all you can think, all you can feel is him, him, him. 

and you can all but reach for the sun from where you frolic barefoot in the sky, because the heavens make a cradle of the clouds: he holds you in his warm embrace. he is your forever home.

you find yourself dreaming of the sun most nights, and tonight is another one of them.

you’re floating in and out of sleep— teetering on a fine line in between your dreams and fantasies— the occasional flash of lightning and booming rolls startling you before the gentle pitter patter of raindrops against glass walls lulls you back into your slumber. 

even so, it feels like you’re wide awake— lucid in your dreams. 

you’re running towards the sun, chasing his warmth, craving his touch, wanting to dance in his sunspots. the bright orange flares are but dew on your skin— soothing, a healing reminder. he laughs and you smile, he stops in his tracks and you come tumbling down into his open arms, he drenches you in liquid gold and suddenly you feel whole again.

you love him.

his fingers and lips are on your cheeks, your neck, your shoulders— hot, just like the surface of the sun should be, his passion burns violet and blue on your flesh; it burns just for you. you want him, you need him, you think you’ll die without the light of the brightest star in the sky.

you miss him.

and so, you do what you can when you’re cold and alone in your bed; you dream of him— dream of the warmth of the sun— you wait and wait and wait some more, and just as the throbbing in your chest starts to become a bit too unbearable, the smell of toffee begins to shroud your senses until all you can feel is the fluttering breeze of warm scarlet breathe occasional kisses on your spine.

the sudden heat that cuts through the frigid air surrounding you rattles you awake, sends goosebumps up your spine and flushes your limbs full of light— it fills the gaping hole in your heart, the one that aches for the sun, the one that can only be healed by him.

“keigo?”  

before the heels of your palms can find your eyes to scrub out the sleep from them, they’re taken a hold of by a larger hand— pruned fingertips squeezing gently, soothingly, down on your wrist, their touch soon replaced by a set of balmy lips. “hey, songbird… sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you.”

you don’t sleep well without him, anyway.

disregarding his qualms, you blindly feel around for keigo, shuffling through the blankets until you find his bare torso. “missed you so much…”

he’s strong and defined and lined with layers of taut muscle, but you notice your lover’s starting to get a bit soft around the waist; there’s the tiniest bit of fat you’re able to pinch between your thumb and index finger, and you can only smile at the fact. 

you’re feeding me well.

it’s whispered to you silently in a cheeky smile pressed against the tresses of your hair that scatter over a pillow— and when he takes a breath, his nostrils fill with amber and cardamom. you smell like him. you must have sprayed his cologne onto the sheets.

“y’missed me so much? i was only gone a couple hours.”

you hum idly, sleep quickly overtaking you now that you lie with the warmth of the sun. it’s easy to bask in the light of the star that shines the brightest in your sky— where it reflects off the scarlet he wraps around your frame to create a corner in heaven just for you.

fingers trace languidly along the expanse of his back, from the base of his wings he has enveloped around you, up to his shoulder blades and down to the dimples at the bottom of his spine— everything’s in place: his old scars are just where they should be, his skin is void of lines of freshly dried blood and newly dressed gashes. you sigh in relief.

the hair by the nape of his neck is the slightest bit damp— his feathers are too. you inhale deeply from where your face hides in the crook of his neck, and your lips stretch into a lazy smile when you smell your body wash on him through his musk. it’s feminine, but keigo doesn’t care. there’s damn near nothing in this world that drives such a primal part of him than the fact that you smell the same, that anyone can smell you on him— him on you, that from it they will know you belong to each other.

“feels like forever when you’re not with me,” your voice comes out a quiet purr, one that keigo can barely hear from where your face nuzzles further into his chest. he smiles wide at your sleepy thoughts, true thoughts; he loves when you get like this— clingy and cat-like— seemingly wanting him to melt into you and flow through your veins, as if feeling his skin against your own simply isn’t enough, “love you forever…”

mumbling proclamations and confessions that make your lover weak at the knees seems to be up your alley of half-asleep expertise, because all keigo really wants to do after hearing your sweet voice is wrap you up in his wings and keep you safe with him in your own little dreamworld— away from all the evil eyes and wicked curses— somewhere he can spend the rest of forever with you. “forever, huh…?”

“mhm,” you nose along his clavicles affectionately, balled fists kneading at his traps in an attempt to snuggle up closer, closer, soaking up the heat that radiates off him like a sponge until it saturates you fully.

“say it again?”

“love you forever.”

he huffs out a quiet chuckle at how quickly you respond, not leaving any room for air in between his words and your own. “again.”

“i love you, kei.”

“one more time…” keigo lowers his face until it’s level with yours, grazing his mouth over your brow, your cheek, your jaw and finally your lips. his teasing ministrations don’t match his voice— breathless and full of yearning and hunger— almost as if your assertions are enough to leave his lungs bereft of oxygen.

you whine pathetically and chase after his lips, wrapping your legs around a muscular thigh when he pulls you flush to his chest by the small of your back, “love you more than anything…” 

and it’s the way you say it— so sincerely, like you’re feeding him a piece of your soul, like you know your heart will leave him unsatiated— that makes the sun no longer shine. it makes him burst into fragments, flares of gold scattering across the sky for the world to wish upon, but there’s only one wish he would ever grant, because—

“well, that’s not possible, ‘cause i love you more than everything.”

 his words are warm against the thin flesh of your neck, boiling and bubbling underneath, spilling over and burning everything bad in its trail, giving life to everything good. 

“i love you most.”

he taps his pointer finger in the hollow between your breasts, where your heart lays shielded beneath the ribs that keigo has squeezed his way through and built a home. the sudden onslaught of affection has you flushed with a tender heat, lip pulled in between teeth and curved up into a shy smile, cheeks tingling with gold— what else would you expect from laying with the sun? “kei… wan’ a kiss.”

“gimme your lips, then. just one kiss, m’kay?”

“mhm, just one, promise i’ll be good— wanna be good for you.” and that’s all it takes for keigo to be certain that one kiss is bound to turn to one hundred— the desperation in your voice and the legs that wrap around his thigh tighter and oh, you’re fucking soaked. 

he can feel the sticky dampness through the fabric of your pyjama pants, they’re thick and flannel, but, fuck— he can tell you need him so, so bad.

and so, he kisses you without hesitation. 

every kiss to your lips feels like it’s the first— where adoration streams from your fingers as you dip them into the hollows of his clavicle, where he feels a lump just beneath that works its way up to his mouth and stuffs it full of cotton; it’s staggering when you cling to him like this, loving him so purely and tenderly, feeding your heart to him raw with a silver spoon.

every kiss to your lips feels like it’s the first, but he kisses you like it’ll be the last. he kisses you slowly, cradling your cheeks in the palms of his hands. his tongue is gentle against your own— licking at your teeth and lips and everywhere in your mouth he can reach— he devours you slowly, he devours you whole. 

“want more…” you’re whispering against his lips as soon as he removes them from your own, eyes drawn to the string of spit that tethers him to you.

“what happened to ‘being good’?” his voice is dripping mirth; it’s low and teasing and gentle and, god, it makes your chest burn with so much love; you swear you’d do anything for him, everything to keep him tangled up with you like this— wrapped in strong arms and soft wings until the end of forever.

“just a couple more kisses, pretty please? else i’ll die.”

and you’re looking up at him with these eyes— wobbly tears dewing on your lashes and pupils blown to the heavens— you’re looking up at him like he’s hand-painted each star in the sky, like he’s hung the moon, like he’s the sun.

and he is— god, you don’t think anyone else could be worthy of that title. of being called the sun. because his light is warm, blinding— he tastes like toffee and caramel brittle and everything good in the world. you really think you’d die without him. and you just look so cute begging for him like this, with your heart tangled in your throat and tears stuck to your lashes, and even after all this time of being together, keigo doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feeling of being so wanted, so cared for, so loved. 

“well, can’t have you dying on me, can i?”

“keigo…”

“need me to put you to sleep, dove?”

you nod and hum in permission, shying into the wide neck of your—his— sleep shirt you have on when you hear the lilt in his voice; it’s soft, airy, dreamy, and he moves to hover over you before slipping two warm fingers into the waistband of your pyjama pants. 

his touch is so gentle, treating you like fine porcelain— and his touch is so slow, so cautious, like he’s afraid that you’re nothing but some figment of his imagination, the sweetest of dreams, one that he doesn’t ever want to wake up from.

he tugs the flannel past your hips, past your thighs, past your knees and calves and ankles, sucking wet kisses— physical manifestations of his love— along the path of his fingertips. through the flashes of lightning that shine white past the windowpane, keigo can make out your panties; lace trimmed with a dainty little bow in the middle and patterned with tiny scarlet wings. “awh, aren’t these just adorable…” 

it’s not as if he expected anything less. 

he leans in to place a kiss to your clit through the cotton, falling lightheaded at how it’s already so swollen, at how your cunt is already drooling, at how you’re already whining and whimpering so needily, at how it’s all for him. “barely even touched you, ‘nd you’re already this wet…” keigo coos at you— at your weeping hole— nosing along the outline of your puffy folds before nibbling on the insides of your thighs.

d’ya miss me, sweetheart? he tucks his fingers in the crotch of your panties to move them to the side, exposing yourself to him. oh, i know you did. your slick shines against the light coming from outside the windowpane, and keigo’s throat tingles as he dips his tongue into your hole— tasting you, savouring you— saliva building in his mouth that he lets dribble out over your cunt. ‘s okay, ‘m here now— gonna take real good care of you. he finally gives your clit a kiss hello.

“kei, ‘s embarrassing— o-oh, fuck…” the words tangle in your throat and dissipate into short pants as he moves back up to kiss you, tugging his briefs down to his knees to free his swollen cock and glide it along your slit, tip oozing hot pre over your sensitive nub in a way that has your head sinking further into your pillow and fingers digging bruises into his biceps. 

and he laughs that hearty, boyish laugh— the one that never fails to make you swoon like when you first heard it years ago— its baritone vibrations sounding deep within his chest and travelling straight to your clit. “just wanna make you feel good, angel.”

“you always do,” your back arches off the bed instinctively at his words and his touch, soft little sounds spewing from your lips that only serve to heat up the coil curling around his heart. “i love you.”

his kisses linger over your neck, your clavicle— i love you, too— it drips like molasses over your tongue and settles into your lungs; you’re left choking on the pleas that come tumbling up your throat, digging your fingers into the base of his feathers for some sort of leverage. they’re buttery under your touch, fine strands of velvety red brushing along the pads of your fingers as you massage and tug and smooth them over. your ministrations pull a set of stuttered gasps from his throat, raw and guttural as he grinds his cock hard into your folds.

“t-touching my feathers like that— you— fuck, c’mere, you—"

keigo devours you— staining your lips with his saliva, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue until the clash of teeth-on-teeth rings louder than your broken moans. and his love is heavy as he slathers you in it, spine throbbing at the weight, but it’s nothing short of comfortable. warm, and familiar— the hand that tethers to yours is the same hand that massages shampoo into your hair, the mouth that lays hushed praise over your brow is the same mouth that makes you smile and laugh and cry; it’s the same mouth you feed fried chicken to, your heart to.

you’re crying out when his cock suddenly catches on your neglected clit, a searing throb working its way up to the apex of your thighs that makes you scrabble at his chest, whines petulant and pitchy— want you, need you, please, pl-please, keigo?

it’s easy to get him to fold like this, when you look up at him like he’s he's some deity, tears threatening to fall and brows strained with desperation. he hasn’t prepped you as much as you need to be able to accommodate his size, but he’s almost convinced your greed is enough to make up for the lack of it. and so, he runs the leaking tip of his cock up and down your folds once, twice, three times— each stroke punctuated with a kiss to the swell of your chest. 

“s’alright, you’re okay.”

he huffs out a gruff expletive when he begins to stretch you out with the flushed head of his cock, your walls hungry and greedy as they clamp down around him. you feel the pain of his girth splitting you open as a dull ache, one that wraps around your tummy and inches down to your core— it’s a slow spreading fire, one you don’t even realize has a hold of you until keigo bottoms out and grinds his pubic bone down on your clit to dissolve the pain.

your eyes flutter shut at the pleasure, jaw falling slack and saliva building at the tip of your tongue—everything feels so good like this: with the warmth radiating from his cock through your fluttering walls and you’re just so full of him and oh, he feels perfect.

“feels perfect?” he pushes into you languidly, almost lazy with his movements as he draws back and forth, back and forth. his rhythm is steady and his cock only barely leaves the sponge of your cervix before he buries himself deep again, so deep you swear you can feel him in your womb. “my baby likes it when i fuck her nice ‘nd slow ‘nd deep?”

words catch on the tip of your tongue and they spill as sweet mumbles. it’s cute. you’re cute, with the tiny nods of your head, brows knit as you attempt to hold off on cumming prematurely, legs hitching higher, higher on his waist to pull him closer to you. and then you begin to spasm around him when he angles his thrusts that way— the way that has the head of his cock gliding over your g-spot until he can hear the lewd squelch, squelch, squelch that comes with his ministrations.

he tosses his head back to exhale, making a sound where a curt laugh meets a shaky moan, before leaning down to gently knock his nose over your forehead. “right there, hm?”

it’s a struggle to open your eyes under the weight of sticky tears that cling to your lashes, but you manage to do so anyway, pushing his fringe out of his face with weak fingers and tucking strands of buttermilk behind his ears to see all of him. 

keigo tastes like the sun, and he looks like it too. with all that gold and scarlet, warm colours invade your senses as his wings tuck under your back to hold you closer, closer to him. the sun is all you see, the amber glow that floats above his head like a halo, the burning gaze that scorches and scalds your flesh until you’re all but a pile of embers in the palms of his hands, and god, you love him— you do, you do, you do.

and you think he sounds so beautiful with those low, drawn-out groans that simmer off into pitchy whines; these are the sounds that make your stomach pulse with the need of more, a warning that just a little more is all you need to unravel. they have you sinking into his wings, molding your walls to the shape of him, flushing the skin of your entire body with the intensity of the warmth that comes with being so in love.

“kei—!” your whole body racks with trembles when his thrusts turn from shallow to deep, his leaky head swivelling against your cervix and, fuck, you’re already so close— with his thumb drawing lazy hearts over your clit and his strokes long and slow and angled so perfectly against the one spot that has you coating the base of his cock with thick cream. “wanna cum, please, can i?”

“you don’t need to ask, dove— f-fuck…” his head falls into your neck and he moans; it’s loud and erotic and your innocent begging makes his heart feel all gooey— soft and pliable as he spills it into your palms, as if it’s yours to keep, yours to hold, yours to treasure forever— and it is, because there’s no one else, will be no one else that can make him feel the way he does quite like you do. god, he loves you.

“b-but i wanna… wanna be good for you, wanna be your everything…”

you are, you’re so good to me, you’re perfect, i love you— he wants to say; you are my everything and i’d give you everything, i love you more than anything in this wretched world— he wants to tell you but he can’t because your timid admission knocks the air out of his lungs, has his wings fluttering erratically and shaking loose feathers onto the sheets around you— and keigo thinks you don’t realize just how sweet you’re being to him, for him. he thinks you don’t realize your voice sings a lullaby more pretty than any bird ever could.

and so, he kisses you, slowly and in time with the gentle rock of his hips, feeding you unspoken words that you digest and make a home of in the pit of your soul. it flushes your entire being with light, it collects and swirls around in your head until you find yourself in a haze, drunk on the heat that pulses through you with every grind of his cock into your cunt. 

everything is so hot—the sweat that drips down the backs of your thighs, the breath of your panting against the fingers keigo traces your lips with— everything is just so hot and everything feels so good; you’re knocked out of the present world and somewhere in a haven of red and gold where all you can see, all you can feel is him. what you wouldn’t give to stay like this forever.

the thumb rubbing over the swell of your bottom lip to collect the spit that’s been sitting there is what brings you back down to earth, and you all but lick meekly at the tip, kissing it and wrapping your lips around it sloppily.

“you want my fingers?” he groans at the tiny little nods you give him, fresh tears arising that push old ones down your cheeks— and his heart pounds wildly against the cage of his ribs. “oh, you’re so cute…”

keigo isn’t fucking you fast, but he’s fucking you good— so, so good that it drains all the thought from your head until all you can think about is him— the slow, deep strokes where the head of his cock firmly pokes and prods at the spot that makes you gush, the digit on your tongue that you drool over, the mindless praise that streams from his lips; so pretty, my girl’s the prettiest alive, — so good to me, so perfect, so fucking cute, mhm? awh, i know you like that, good girl, good girl— fuck— you’re my good girl, yeah?

his words are liquid sunshine— warm, and sweet, and sincere, and you can’t help but drink up every last drop. it fills your tummy with some sort of glow, one that has your toes curling into the sheets and fingers wrapping around his forearm tighter; you pull him closer, closer, until his nose sweeps over yours with so much delicate affection and all you see is topaz and scarlet, big feathers sweeping around you to keep you safe from the danger of the storm outside.

and you can only muster up a broken whine in response, tears dewing nonstop on your lashes because you feel so fucking amazing and it’s all because of him. 

“s’deep— can feel you in my tummy…”

“y-yeah? fuck— feel me right here, huh?” he draws his hips back, pulling out of you almost fully before pushing back, slowly, agonizingly— but it feels amazing, so amazing— the swollen head of his cock splitting you, tight against the silkiness of your walls, flush against the sponge of your cervix as he presses himself as deep as he can into you, pushing a palm gently down on your navel. “you want it in your tummy, don’t cha? can’t sleep unless you’re full of it, all hot ‘nd thick— oh, i know, i know— shhh, s’okay, just let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

it’s all so much, too much— you cum without warning, crying out into the column of his neck like the little sweetheart of his that you are, fingers clutching at the thick strands of hair that curl around his neck, and your cunt squeezes so tightly around him, like it loves him.

and, oh, keigo feels it. the love, isolated and purified from the roots of your soul as you feed it to him on your tongue through mumbles and babbles of incoherent words. but, he knows what you’re saying. the heat builds and builds and builds at his core, and then it becomes too much. he shatters into gold-specks as the rapid spasms of your cunt milk him dry— leave him starry-eyed and dizzy as he shoots rope after rope of thick cum into you.

he huffs out a whine as he engulfs you in a bruising kiss, sweet breath fanning over your face and settling into your lungs, disseminating into your surrounding organs until all you can taste, all you can feel is him. and it’s overwhelming, so overwhelming— the warmth of his seed oozing thick into your womb and the burn of the tingles that follow in the path of his touch— you think nothing else in this world and any other can make you feel quite the way he can. you’re certain of it.

“tastes like the sun…”

keigo pants headily against your brow, your cheek, your jaw, your pulse— every inch of skin he can reach over which he traces lasting smiles— back to your lips where he pours the entirety of himself into you with a low chuckle and an erotic groan. all his good and all his evil, you take them both and make a home of them in your heart, syrupy and salty. “oh? what does the sun taste like?”

“caramel brittle ‘nd french toast…” you giggle when you stop brushing your mouth over his and instead dart your tongue out to lick up his lips, tasting him— it’s a sound sweet enough to make keigo think he’d get a cavity. “like everything good in this world ‘nd the next ‘nd even after that.”

“yeah…?” it comes out as a breathless sigh, where he can’t help but knock the tip of your nose with his, endeared to you by your virtue and wonder— it’s done him plenty good, he thinks. he’ll never be able to get enough of it.

soft giggles simmered in with a string of words push past your smile as he collapses next to you on the bed and cradles you into his chest, cock still nestled deep within you, stuffing you full— it’s the only way you’ll be able to sleep, keigo knows. your voice is mostly unintelligible, but he thinks you must be rambling on about the flavours of the sun: something about ginger and cinnamon and vanilla spice. 

you’re being so, so cute, he wants nothing more than to hear your sweet laugh and voice in a song capable of lulling the sun to sleep— but for a second he’s worried that he’s done more in rousing you than tiring you out.

“time to sleep,” his voice is smooth against your cheek, quiet as it shushes your excitement, loud as it disguises the harsh claps of thunder just past the window. “good night, songbird.”

“m’kay.” 

you obey, you always do, always so good for him— it makes his chest cave inwards and his heart rattle around against his ribs— to love you as much as he does, dousing you in his light, not leaving one spot untouched.

and it’s such a feeling to disappear into the sun, to drown into some form of abyssal love where it’s just you and him, pinkies linked and chunks of your hearts on each other’s tongues— ‘til the end of the world?

‘til the end of the universe.

“g’night, sunshine.”

and so, you sleep with the warmth of the sun tonight and every night after, past the end of this world, until the end of the universe.

from coco ๑‧₊˚ ෆ waaaw keigo has bewitched me ! mind body n soul it all belongs to him ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ i very much enjoyed writing this ( even though it took me two months @~@ ) n tis quite possible da most romantic piece i have ever written . . gah i just . hope u luvd it :3

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