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I’ll be gone for 7 more days everyone, but when I’m back I’ll have all the requests ready!!! Sorry for the wait, I love you all <3

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Help I didn't see that your request are closed I so sorry

NO ITS OK LUV ILL ADD OYURS TO THE LIST DONT FEEL BAD FOR A SECOND

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Love and agony

Love is a thread

fine as breath,

yet spun from storms.

It wraps the ribs in velvet

then tightens with every heartbeat

until it burns.

You smiled once,

and I mistook it for eternity.

But the sky kept moving,

and your hands grew distant,

fingers unlearning mine

like forgetting a language you once learned

Agony is not the scream

it’s the silence after.

The echo of what we were

pressed into the spaces

where your voice used to live.

Still, I carry you

like a thorn in bloom

beautiful,

and buried too deep to pull out

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Hi!! Not sure if you accept romantic head canons (if not you can just make it platonic! I don't mind either) But I was wondering if you could write some Ciel x childhood fem reader that's actually unattractive? The reader was also kidnapped and abused by the cult and traffickers. Maybe she's the daughter of a servant or Tanaka's granddaughter (up to you!) she has a lot of scars on her body due to the abuse and a big burn mark on her left face hidden beneath bandages. Hopefully you can accept my request ❤️ (if I broke any rules or boundaries just lmk instantly)

You didn’t break any rules or boundaries! Thank you so much for the ask, luv!

Where The Shadows Don’t Reach

Contains: Ciel Phantomhive x Fem! Reader, hurt/comfort, fluff

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You had always been quiet.

A shadow tucked behind the grand drapes of the Phantomhive estate, half-forgotten by the bustling nobility who never noticed the butler’s granddaughter. You were the girl who read more than she spoke, who whispered through the hallways with books clutched to her chest, who sat beside the young master not because you were ordered to, but because you were like him.

Observant. Guarded. Constantly underestimated.

In those early days, you and Ciel were only children. Your silence never made him uncomfortable. If anything, it complimented his own. You would sit together in the garden or the library, often saying nothing at all. The others assumed you were shy. The truth was simpler. You both understood that words were not always necessary to be understood.

Then the fire came.

Then the screams and the ash and the ritual you couldn’t forget, no matter how many times you closed your eyes. They took you too. You were meant to be another offering, another forgotten thing to be sacrificed. They burned you, scarred you, shattered something that would never quite grow back.

But your spirit endured.

Barely.

When you were rescued, it was weeks after the boy had already returned home. The manor had been rebuilt. The servants whispered of the young Earl restored to his rightful place. You were brought back wrapped in bandages, your name spoken like a ghost that didn’t belong in daylight.

At first, Ciel didn’t recognize you.

You’d expected that. You were unrecognizable even to yourself.

But then he saw your eyes. The way you sat curled into yourself, quiet and watchful. The way your hand trembled when the nurse brushed past. The way you looked at the fire in the hearth like it might rise up and devour you all over again.

His fingers gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles paling. His voice cracked through the silence.

“You… You were there, too?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. But you nodded.

He didn’t ask to see your face. He didn’t rush to touch you. He simply sat beside you in silence. You didn’t look at him, but you felt his presence like a steady weight—something real, something solid. You had once been children together. Now, you were survivors.

From that day forward, you were simply there. Not out of obligation, but because the only place that felt remotely safe anymore was near him.

You rarely left your room, except for the library or his study. The silence between you, once merely comfortable, became something deeper. A shared language. Neither of you could sleep properly anymore, but the night felt less cruel when he was nearby. He would work at his desk while you sat curled in a chair, reading books you barely absorbed. Sometimes when he you sat close to him your hands would brush. You flinched when they did.

He didn’t pull away.

“You can,” he said softly. “If you want.”

Your fingertips brushed again. His touch was cool and hesitant. You both stayed still, letting it settle like dust in the quiet.

In time, you spoke.

One evening, eyes lowered and voice brittle, you asked the question that lingered like smoke in your lungs.

“Why would you want someone like me?”

Ciel didn’t flinch.

“Because you’re not ‘someone like you.’ You’re you. You’re everything.”

He never called you beautiful. Not because he didn’t believe it, but because he knew you didn’t need that kind of praise. He called you strong. Called you brave. Called you his.

When nobles whispered cruel things behind fans and teacups, he said nothing at first. But once, when one sneered at your scars during a ball, Ciel turned to him with icy disdain.

“How shallow they must be, to see scars and think it makes someone lesser.”

The man never returned. Sebastian made sure of that, with a polite smile and a swift word.

The servants watched over you like family. Mey-Rin helped you choose dresses with high collars and soft sleeves, but never treated your injuries like something to hide. Finny left flowers on your windowsill. Baldroy cooked you enough food for two and pretended not to notice when your appetite came and went. Tanaka never said much, but his soft eyes told you everything. And Sebastian, with all his terrifying perfection, brought you tea just how you liked it on nights when he could sense your dreams had gone dark.

Ciel never tried to fix you.

He simply stayed. Offered you space in his world, not as a charity, but as someone who had stood beside him before the fire.

He let you sleep in his bed when you couldn’t bear the nightmares alone. He never crossed a line. He just held your hand above the sheets. Sometimes you let go. Sometimes you didn’t.

And on a night full of stars and silence, while you both sat at the window watching the moon, he spoke again.

“I’ve lost everything,” he said, voice low and steady. “But I don’t want to lose you too. Stay with me. Please.”

You did. Not because he asked. But because, in his eyes, you saw someone just as broken and just as enduring. You weren’t beautiful by the world’s standards, but you were beautiful in your own way. And to Ciel Phantomhive, that meant more than anything.

When he brought you to the Queen’s tea party, he didn’t explain your presence. He didn’t apologize for it. You stood beside him, and no one dared question the Queen’s Watchdog.

You weren’t a broken doll to him. You weren’t a wound to be pitied or patched up.

You were like an old teddy bear.

Scarred, strong, imperfect. Still standing.

Still capable of love.

And in the world you both had clawed your way back into, that was everything.

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Thank you for all the asks everyone!! I’m working on them all, but for now my fic requests are closed! I’ll let you know when they’re opened again ♥️

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Dear Ciel anon(I couldn’t think about what else to call you, I hope that works)

If you see this, your request did NOT break any boundaries, don’t worry 🤍

I’ll be working on it

(As well as the Phos one, if that anon sees this)

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Collecting hnk fanfics writers like they are pokemon cards

Heck yeah

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You simps

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Your writing is amazing! Can you do Invasion Phos x human female reader? Maybe something like this. While Phos and the reader are cuddling with each other, the moon gems and lunarians are questioning how she still loves Phos with their scary and broken appearance. Phos was glaring at everyone with murderous looks, obviously protective of the reader. The reader was looking at Phos like they were the cutest gem in the universe.

Yes, I love this idea! I’m so glad to write it, I hope you enjoy!

“What they don’t see”

Invasion Phos x Human Fem!Reader

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The silver halls of the Moon shimmered coldly, casting stark white light onto the quiet room where the two of you lay. The soft silks of the bed barely stirred under the warmth you shared, your cheek nestled against Phos’ chest as your arm gently looped around their waist.

They were cold to the touch. Colder than they used to be. Their body was a patchwork of jagged lines, a collage of old selves and stolen parts. Their eyes, once brilliant with curiosity, now carried an edge. But you saw it… the trace of vulnerability behind their sharp glares, the longing for connection they still didn’t know how to name.

Phos was quiet now, hand absentmindedly threading through your hair with a kind of nervous reverence. They looked tense. You could feel it in the way their fingers trembled ever so slightly. You didn’t need to look up to know why.

You heard the whispers.

Moon Gems. Ghostly, polished, watching. A few Lunarians lingered past the doorway, their curiosity as obvious as their discomfort. You didn’t speak their language, but you didn’t need to.

“She clings to that thing?”

“She can’t possibly see it as beautiful.”

“It’s a monster now. Does she not fear it?”

Phos’ arm curled tighter around you, their other hand twitching where it rested at their side. Their eyes gleamed like sharpened glass. A barely-restrained snarl pulled at the corners of their mouth.

“Don’t listen to them,” you whispered, voice soft but firm, hand gently rubbing circles on their chest. “They don’t understand.”

“They never will,” Phos muttered bitterly. “They see me as broken. A threat. A mistake.”

You finally looked up, cupping their cheek carefully, mindful of the sharp edges. “They can’t see what I see.”

Phos’ glare faltered. Slowly, hesitantly, their eyes flicked down to yours.

“And what do you see?” they asked quietly. The words were defensive, almost disbelieving. Like your answer would be the final lie they couldn’t bear to hear.

“I see someone who tried so hard to protect everyone that they fell apart. And kept going anyway.” Your smile was warm and real, even now. “I see someone brave. Soft, when they let themself be. And absolutely beautiful.”

Phos stared.

Then their hand lifted, hesitantly tracing your cheek with a kind of awe, as though they weren’t sure you were real. “Even now?” they asked. “Even like this?”

You leaned in and kissed the sharp curve of their jaw. “Especially like this.”

From the corridor, a Moon Gem gasped audibly.

Phos shot a deadly look toward the door, and several figures scattered like startled birds. “Let them look,” they growled under their breath. “I’d tear this place apart before I let them take you from me.”

You rested your forehead to theirs, smiling with closed eyes. “You don’t have to protect me from them. Just lie here.”

Their arms tightened around you again, this time with certainty.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And in that stolen, silent moment, amid the judgmental stares and gleaming stone walls, you held something more powerful than any Lunarian could comprehend.

Love and devotion that refused to die.

And Phos, for once, let themself believe it.

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Yes you get it right!!

What's your opinion on Minecraft movie?imo, it's okay. The chicken jockey situation was crazy tho 😭✌️

It was pretty sick, though I was disappointed Alex wasn’t in the main cast

Yeah, the brainrot went crazy

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Not a request or anything....any thoughts on phos x admirabilis!reader?I am curious

I think that’s super cute, I absolutely adore the admirabilis

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As a hnk fan,I yearned for the fanfics

(please tell me you get the reference)

I’m thinking of “as a child I yearned for the mines”

Did I

Did I get it right

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Hi I was the 🪻anon!Happy to see you posting again,I hope you are doing well ♥️

I thought you were on hiatus so I decided to not finished the art bc I also have school 😭

Oh, hello!!! Thank you, I hope you are too <3

And that’s totally understandable, don’t worry

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NOTES GAME!!!

1- congrats, ill drink some water <33

10- ill eat a decent breakfast tmr

50- ill try to do proper hygiene (been struggling lately lol)

100- ill sleep before 1 am <3

150- ill post some art (been too insecure to post it hehe </3)

200- ill finally post the next chapter of my fic heh <3

300- ILL SLEEP BEFORE 12!!

389- ill eat a good lunch tmr too

400- ill treat myself to smth for getting this far

500- ill add more... but first....

1000- i will literally sleep before 10, ill block the websites that ive been getting addicted to, will do proper hygiene and eat decently <33

(this is me needing motivation to take care of myself btw....)

(reblogs/spamming are allowed <33 have fun lol)

done

working on it

not done

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Hello! Can I request Moon Phos x human female reader? When Phos was still on the earth, the reader was taken away by the Lunarians. Phos was too late to save the reader. They were very guilty and sad about how they failed her and scared that the Lunarians did something bad to the reader. When Phos goes to the moon for the first time, they and the reader meet again. The reader has become an artist while they were on the moon, and all of her works are about Phos because she missed them so much.

Of course! 🤍

Phos x Female Human reader, coming up

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The wind had been howling that day.

Phos remembered that part clearly. The way the grasses along the coast bent backward, trembling under the push of the breeze. They remembered running toward the pale streak of light rising from the Lunarians’ pillar. Their legs had cracked somewhere along the rocks. They hadn’t cared. They’d kept going. Reaching. Screaming a name that never echoed back.

But it was too late.

You were gone.

They had never truly forgiven themselves.

Even now, as they walk inside the lunarian architecture.

Phos had prepared for many things when they arrived on the moon.

Prepared for silence. Prepared for hostility. Prepared to see things they couldn’t understand. But they hadn’t prepared for this.

A room.

Wide. Quiet. White stone. Lit from above with soft moonlight filtering through crystal windows. Every wall was covered in paintings. Some hung from hooks in elaborate frames. Others leaned haphazardly on the floor. Some were done in delicate pencil, others thick with oil paint, bold in their strokes.

All of them were of Phos.

Or rather, the Phos from before.

The early days. Green hair glowing in the sun. Their eyes wide and uncertain. Their smile still innocent. Sitting by the waves. Kneeling to touch a snail. Laughing beside the other gems. There was a softness in those portraits that didn’t exist anymore.

Phos stepped closer to a sketch. It was the way they looked just before you were taken.

Their voice barely rose above a whisper.

“You remembered me like this.”

“Please don’t touch the paintings.”

Phos froze.

They turned slowly. A figure had entered the room, barefoot, wearing a robe stained with paint and charcoal. You were holding a brush in one hand and a palette in the other. Your hair had grown, loosely braided and tucked behind one ear. Your face looked older. A little tired, but soft around the edges.

You didn’t recognize them.

Phos didn’t blame you.

You tilted your head, watching them like a stranger. You stepped closer, cautious, unsure.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” you said.

Phos opened their mouth, but the words didn’t come. How could they say it? That they had searched for you for so long, only to have you stand right there and not know them?

You glanced past them, to the paintings.

“You’re… interested in those?” you asked.

Phos nodded faintly.

“They’re beautiful,” they said. “All of them. You painted every one?”

You nodded. “They’re of someone I used to know. A long time ago, on Earth.”

Phos’s hands clenched slightly. “What were they like?”

“They were… bright,” you said. “Curious. Messy. Always chasing something, even if they didn’t know what. They meant a lot to me. I thought they’d save me. But they couldn’t. It wasn’t their fault.”

Phos swallowed hard.

You sighed and looked at one of the older portraits. “Sometimes I wonder if they even remember me.”

“I do,” Phos whispered. “I never stopped.”

You blinked and looked at them again.

Something shifted.

You stepped closer. You stared into their eyes. Really stared. Past the hair. Past the strange shine of their rebuilt body. Past the moonlight reflected off their sleeves.

“Say my name,” you said, barely breathing.

Phos did.

And your eyes filled with tears.

It was like watching the whole world return to you at once. You dropped the palette. It clattered to the ground. You reached for them, but stopped halfway, afraid to touch, afraid it might not be real.

“You… Phos?” you choked out.

They nodded. Slowly. Gently. “I couldn’t save you. I tried.”

You rushed forward and wrapped your arms around them before they could say anything more.

Your hands clung to the back of their cloak. Your forehead pressed to their shoulder. You were shaking. You didn’t care how strange they looked. You didn’t care how much time had passed.

“It’s really you,” you whispered.

If Phos could cry, they’d be in tears.

“I thought I’d lost you,” they said.

You laughed, quiet and cracked with emotion. “You found me.”

Phos pulled you in tighter. The room spun softly around them. Paintings surrounded you both, each one a memory you had preserved with hope.

And now, for the first time in centuries, you were making a new one together.

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Wrong account guys… im working on that Phos fic btw

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Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa - NSFW

🌹This is not my usual content! Heed the content warning🌹

Contains: Kazuki x Rei, Buddy Daddies(Anime), BL, NSFW, lemon, oral, anal sex

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“You know,” Kazuki began softly, eyes on the horizon, “I think the stars are jealous tonight. They don’t shine as bright as you do.”

Rei blinked, caught off guard, cheeks warming. “Don’t go saying sappy things like that.”

“It’s true. You’re very charming.” He leaned his head onto Rei’s shoulder.

Rei stiffened. “What’re you trying to do?”

A small smile tugged at Kazuki’s lips. “I’m just saying what I’ve been thinking for a while.”

Rei’s breath hitched, the air suddenly too thin. Without thinking, he reached out, gently taking Kazuki’s hand in his. “Oh, yeah?”

Kazuki smiles. “Rei, I…” He looks down, his eyes hooded. “… I love you. Very much.”

Rei’s grip on Kazuki’s hand tightened. The air around them buzzed.

“…Say- say it again.” Rei murmured.

Kazuki lifted his head to look at him. “I love you.” He replied softly.

That did it.

Rei finally looked at him. Really looked. His eyes wide, conflicted, but soft. “You’re… serious.”

Kazuki nodded, searching Rei’s face. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

There was a heavy beat of silence.

Then, with a breath, Rei leaned in closer to him. Kazuki leaned in as well until their foreheads touched. They looked into eachother’s starry eyes with warm breath.

Their lips brushed once, barely.

And then again, deeper this time. The kiss was unpracticed but full of everything they hadn’t said until now. Warmth bloomed between them.

When they finally pulled apart, Rei’s voice was hoarse. “I think… I love you too.”

Kazuki smiles and they lean in for another kiss. Rei reaches his hand to run through Kazuki’s hair as Kazuki brings his hand to hold Rei’s face. The kiss deepens.

As the kiss deepens, Kazuki's hand slides down to Rei's waist, pulling him closer until they're pressed against each other. Rei responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around Kazuki's neck.

Kazuki brings his arms under Rei, and lifts him up. They go inside where they can be in private.

With Rei securely in his arms, Kazuki carries him inside, kicking the door shut behind them. He walks straight to the bedroom, not breaking the kiss. Once inside, he gently lays Rei down on the bed and climbs on top of him, caging him in with his arms. Their kisses become more heated and passionate, hands roaming each other's bodies with growing urgency. Kazuki's fingers deftly unbutton Rei's shirt, baring his chest. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down Rei's neck and collarbone, making him shiver.

Rei’s hands run through Kazuki's soft hair, then down his back, pulling him closer. When Kazuki reaches the waistband of Rei's pants, he looks up at him sweetly. "Can I...?"

Rei nods silently, breath catching in his throat. Kazuki smirks softly at his reaction, slowly unbuttoning Rei's pants. His hands slide beneath the fabric, making Rei gasp. Kazuki takes advantage of his open mouth to kiss him deeply once more, his fingers exploring Rei’s body.

Rei moans softly into the kiss, his hips arching up slightly as Kazuki's fingers find their mark. Encouraged by Rei's response, Kazuki becomes more confident in his movements.

He breaks away from Rei’s lips to trail kisses down his stomach while pulling down Rei’s pants completely. Rei is now laying half naked beneath Kazuki, his cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with desire. Kazuki takes a moment to appreciate the view before he captures Rei’s lips in another passionate kiss, his hand moving between Rei’s legs once more.

Kazuki takes a moment to just look at Rei, his eyes filled with desire and admiration. "You're so beautiful," he whispers before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of Rei's length. He looks up at Rei through his lashes, seeking permission to continue.

"Mm," is all Rei manages, his face flushed red. He spreads his legs wider unconsciously, giving Kazuki more access. Kazuki takes it as a yes. He wraps his lips around the tip softly, making Rei jerk and moan loudly. He's sensitive there, really sensitive.

Kazuki starts to suck gently, his hand wrapping around the base of Rei's length to stroke what his mouth can't reach. Rei's hands fly to Kazuki's hair, gripping tightly as he tries to stay quiet but fails miserably. Moans and whimpers escape his lips non-stop.

Kazuki takes Rei deeper, his free hand moving to play with Rei's balls gently. The combination of his mouth, hand and fingers sends Rei over the edge quickly. He cries out Kazuki's name, his back arching off the bed as he comes hard in Kazuki's mouth.

Kazuki swallows every drop, his eyes never leaving Rei's face. He watches as Rei comes down from his high, his body going lax on the bed. He gives Rei's length a final lick before crawling back up his body and kissing him deeply, letting Rei taste himself on Kazuki's tongue.

"You're noisy when you get a blowjob," Kazuki teases softly, smirking. He likes the noises Rei makes - they're honest and unfiltered. Rei slaps his chest lightly, his face red again. "You make me like that," He counters.

Kazuki laughs softly before kissing Rei again. "I like making you like that," he murmurs against Rei's lips. He rolls onto his back pulling Rei with him so they're lying side by side facing each other. "My turn," Rei says softly before kissing Kazuki deeply again.

Kazuki melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Rei possessively. Rei breaks the kiss and starts to kiss down Kazuki's neck and collarbone like Kazuki did to him earlier. Kazuki's hands tangle in Rei's hair as he spreads his legs subconsciously, wanting Rei between them.

Rei smirks at Kazuki's unspoken plea, tracing his fingers down Kazuki's chest as he moves lower. He pauses at Kazuki's waistband, looking up to meet his eyes. "Can I?" he whispers, wanting confirmation even though they both know Kazuki wants this just as badly.

Kazuki nods eagerly, his face flushed. "Yes," he breathes out. Rei smiles softly and unbuttons Kazuki's pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. Kazuki's length springs free, hard and ready. Rei licks his lips, his own length hardening again at the sight.

Kazuki watches as Rei stares at his length hungrily, his own cheeks heating up. When Rei leans down to take him in his mouth without warning, Kazuki cries out loudly. Rei's mouth is warm and wet, sucking him in deeply. "Fuck, Rei..." Kazuki groans.

"Shit," Kazuki hisses as Rei sucks him deep without warning. He's good at this - too good. Kazuki wonders briefly if Rei has done this before but pushes the thought away quickly. He groans loudly as Rei takes him deep again, swirling his tongue around the base.

Rei sets a steady rhythm, taking Kazuki deep into his throat each time. His hands move to caress Kazuki's inner thighs, occasionally teasing lower. Kazuki's hips start moving in time with Rei's mouth, his breathing ragged. "Rei... Rei, fuck...I'm gonna..."

"Come in my mouth," Rei whispers before taking him deep again. The dirty words paired with the intense suction sends Kazuki over the edge. He comes with a loud moan, gripping Rei's hair tightly as his release hits. Rei swallows every drop, cleaning him with gentle licks.

Kazuki pulls Rei up for a messy, passionate kiss, tasting himself on Rei's tongue. They're both covered in sweat and pre-cum, their bodies aching for more. Without breaking the kiss, Kazuki rolls them over so he's on top, grinding his hardening cock against Rei's.

"You're insatiable," Rei gasps between kisses, but his hands are already pulling Kazuki closer, his legs wrapping around Kazuki's waist. Kazuki chuckles darkly, grinding harder. "You like it," he counters, biting Rei's bottom lip.

Rei moans loudly as Kazuki continues grinding against him. Without warning, Kazuki reaches between them and rubs Rei's cock. Rei nearly comes undone at the touch alone. He hooks his legs higher around Kazuki's waist, pulling him closer. "inside... p-please…” Rei pants.

Kazuki doesn't need to be asked twice. He quickly lubes up his fingers and pushes one inside Rei's tight hole without warning. Rei cries out, his back arching off the bed. Kazuki adds another finger, stretching Rei open as he kisses him deeply to muffle his moans.

"Kaz..." Rei moans softly as Kazuki adds a third finger, hitting his prostate on purpose. He spreads his legs wider unconsciously, wanting more. Kazuki withdraws his fingers slowly, making Rei whimper at the loss.

"Condom," Rei gasps as Kazuki repeatedly hits his prostate. "In the bedside table," Kazuki grits out, spreading Rei wider. He pulls back his fingers making Rei whimper at the loss. He quickly sheaths himself with the condom, positioning at Rei's entrance.

“Ready?" Kazuki asks, his voice low and husky. Rei nods eagerly, biting his lip. Kazuki pushes in slowly, watching as Rei's face contorts with pleasure and slight pain. He bottoms out with a deep thrust, making Rei cry out loudly.

And then they gave each other backshots all night and kissing, you’re welcome

The End™️

(I’ll only write a proper ending if I’m asked to by more than one person)