#Miss Quinces

[bookbabe92]

Here’s 22 of my favorite books from 2022! What were your favorites?

[covergirlnay]

So when I go to Barnes and Noble and have to go book shopping for my students, I always notice this section and the lack of diversity for their graphic novels display (most of them are on the shelves). There have been too many good graphic novels released in the last 3 years, that deserve just as much exposure as the regulars that started it all. I have to fight the urge to add them to the section when I walk by 👀😅.

[marblerose-rue]

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wctober day six - family

i think abt them a normal amount

[nitw]

thinking about impostor factory and how it’s probably my favorite game of the series despite how different it was. it just left such a lasting impression on me

LIKE..HEAR ME OUT. all the hype leading up to the release day was a big part of it. a new installment in the sigcorp/to-the-moon series 4 years after finding paradise. i’ve been following these games pretty much since TTM in 2011, but impostor factory was the first one i actively waited for in suspense.

and at first we had, like, no info?? barely enough hints to theorize ANYTHING???? just that vague ass title and vague ass silhouette poster revealed at the end of yet another joke trailer where multiple dancing neils held a concert in space. then we finally get the Real trailer for it and it punches us in the nuts with 1) seemingly new protagonist, 2) MURDER, 3) ROSAWATTS WEDDING THEN AND THERE, 4) TENTACLE MONSTER COMING OUT OF A BLACK HOLE TO DESTROY EARTH

AND WE STILL KNEW FUCKING NOTHING ABOUT THE PLOT

and to make it worse, so many of us just like. Immediately Assumed that neil was gonna die in this one, based on the context of sigcorp minisode 2 and roxie’s mysterious phonecall to eva at the end of the joke trailer. but they also left it intentionally unclear whether IF was gonna be a sequel, prequel, or something completely different. it almost made me uncomfortable how little room for speculation there was, even when the pre-release steam page came out (BECAUSE IT STILL BASICALLY TOLD US NOTHING).

then it’s finally time, and i remember how i kept refreshing the storepage over and over while keeping an eye on kan gao’s twitter, as he apologized for a few minutes of delay. i’ve never bought a game that fast in my life

then i boot it up PRACTICALLY SWEATING AT THIS POINT, and i just hear that slow, echoing, almost distorted-sounding piano as the letters “IF” light up on a black background. and as the full name of the title is revealed, the synth and jazzy drums join in on the piano, speeding up and forming a full melody now, while the “I” of the logo aligns with the markings on a road that suddenly faded into view, scrolling upwards.

like i just immediately felt it. this game wasn’t just gonna break the status quo of the series, it was gonna be something VERY SPECIAL and VERY OFFPUTTING IN THE BEST WAY.

[pissfizz]

I’m going to lose my mind oh my god I am so scared for this quincenera wtf

[vincentaureliuslin]

quincy cynthius martin

[peachcitt]

stayed up super late last night with friends doing halloween stuff (getting drunk and spilling tea) knowing full well that i had to get up early today to go to a quince out of town . i am awake against my will and regretting many decisions

[reity]

happy sweet 16 miku

[realnielsbohr]

sorry for low-key midsummer posting our first show is tomorrow and its making me have brainrot <3

(I am actually not very sorry for midsummer posting)

[ringtaileds]

I wish you were with me so I could celebrate with you, I miss you.

I'll make sure to call more often this time. I'll find the things you got me and make sure they never leave me again.

I need to make sure I can see my cousins more too. All of them.

[mommyclaws]

Not finishing this wip but I really liked the expression and think Quince deserves to fucking scream. I had a comic planned where she went into the forest to look for Tiny and ran into a patrol of Sunstar, Bluefur and Thistleclaw...

When confronted she tells them she’s looking for her missing kit and Bluefur recognizes her description, a small black tom with a white paw. She says that Thistleclaw ordered Tigerpaw to attack him, he ran away, and they never saw him since. Absolutely distraught, Quince desperately, nearly hysterically begs Thistleclaw what her innocent son could have possibly done to deserve being attacked, Tiny was her smallest kit and he would never hurt anyone. But Thistle reacts completely apathetically, saying he was only defending his borders from a tresspasser.

Sunstar is in shock and tries his best to apologize, even offering a few search patrols to help find her kitten. They never did find him, and it was that moment Sunstar decided Thistleclaw could never be deputy.

[jaegersolstice]

Heyyyy, i noticed your post about getting your creative juices flowing and tbh same. Burnout as a writer or artist sucks. Btw your writing is really good.

Can I request a soft fluffy moment of gojo being worried about fem!reader? Like she's on her period and is cranky and in pain. If you want to of course.

hii anon, tysm for the kind words! ive been writing so much for school so it’s been kinda hard, but i enjoyed writing this even if it was kinda short! i hope both of us recover from our burnouts soon, but also take this time to rest and regroup.

a/n: i kind of wrote gojo as a bit more annoying than requested 😭 but i hope you enjoy :))

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“having a nice nap on the floor, sweet girl?”

you’re sure that you’re gonna explode by the time satoru returns home. and so when he finds you, crumpled up on the ground in front of his king-bed, you can’t help but frown up at him.

because you love him, you really do, but sometimes (like now) you want to grab him by the paintbrush head and shake him stupid.

“missed me? or did you just decide to act like a little catapiller and—“

“i don’t care, ‘m not hungry, i don’t wanna watch that stupid show with you and i don’t—“ you begin to grumble before you break off into a quince, hands coming around your waist as you roll onto your back, tangling yourself in your blanket and forcing you to look straight into satoru’s stupidly blue eyes.

hands in his pockets, adorning a lopsided grin, he crouches down next to you, eyes darting across your face before he slips an arm under your lower back.

“ah, that’s what it is, hm?” he hums, slipping his legs under your head and sneaking a hand in your sleep shorts, fingers resting right above your abdomen.

“‘ts when my girl gets the most angry at me, i shoulda known,” he presses lightly, massaging your aching muscles and your body immediately relaxes, head falling deeper into his comfortable thighs.

“mmm, feels really good ‘toru…”

“shh, i know, i know it does,” he leans over you, placing a featherlight kiss onto your forhead, “next time you aren’t feeling well let me know, kay? i have to take care of you, sweets.” you snuggle impossibly deeper into him, lightly shaking your head at his words.

“didn’t wanna bother you ‘toru,” you whisper, feeling a new drowsiness wash over your lightly aching body.

“a bother? never, sweets. never.”

[t0yac1d]

My Juliet, my special girl (C. Diaz x Fem!Reader)

I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty"

Warnings: gang violence, death, after Olivia's Quince, blood, contemplating suicide

Word Count: 889

It was the morning after Olivia's Quince. The morning after a beautiful party. The morning after Latrelle shot Ruby and killed Olivia.

"It's all my fault."

"I shouldn't have shown mercy to Latrelle."

"I shouldn't have gone after him in the first place."

Cesar blamed and hated himself deeply.

He hated what happened to Ruby and Olivia because in his eyes, that should’ve been him.

In his eyes, that should’ve been him who got shot.

In his eyes, that should’ve been him who got killed. 

I need to cry, but I can't get anything out of my eyes,

Cesar sat on the edge of his bed, eyes filled with frustrated tears that threatened to spill but they wouldn’t fall. No matter how upset he was, they wouldn’t pour.

Or my head. 

And oh my god, the night. That night kept repeating in his brain. 

The sound of the gunshot.

The sound of Ruby screaming his name before getting shot. 

The sounds of Geny and Ruben screaming as their son lay on the ground, bleeding out. 

Every little detail played continuously in his brain. It was like a record player stuck in a loop.

Did I die? I need to run,

Days went by without Cesar coming out of the house. He felt like an empty body, just moving on its own throughout the day.  

but I can't get out of bed for anyone.

He was scared. 

Not of Latrelle or any gang member after him. 

But of his friends and Ruby’s family. 

What if they all hated him? He wouldn’t blame them, but this was the last thing he expected that would break the group up. 

He couldn’t get out of bed to see anyone.

 Not for you,

Not even for the girl he wanted to live for. 

When he did get the courage to go outside, he went to school first. He wanted to see if everyone still wanted to be his friend. Because if not, then he’d just apologize and go away. Leave their lives for good and keep them out of harm’s way. 

When Cesar got to school, no one greeted him. It was like he didn’t exist. 

He hated how no one talked to him, but he couldn’t blame them. He took their friend away.

Cesar skipped a couple classes that day. He just sat in an empty and dark classroom, silently sobbing and crying. 

My sour boy is a pain, 

His chest hurt with each sob he let out, 

I wanna shoot him in the brain,

He doesn’t deserve to live. It should’ve been him instead of Olivia.

He feels like if he died, everything would be better for his friends. 

 but I'd miss him in the morning. 

But a part of him says that this isn’t the way to think. That what happened has already happened and there’s not much to do about it but move on and make amends.

It really hurts when I need to so bad, but I can't see her..

He missed you, 

My Juliet, 

He missed you so dearly.

My special girl.

The only girl that can really, truly help him through a time like this.

But I need to understand when I can power through,

Because he knows you’ll get him through this, and help guide him to the right choice here. 

Cesar pulled his phone out with shaky hands and sent a text to you, he was sure there were a few words that were misspelled, but you’ll understand what he meant. Hopefully. 

He sat in that classroom, patiently waiting for you to come to him. But this time alone helped him think to himself, about himself. 

Sometimes I act like I know, but I'm really just a kid.

He’s just a kid. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. All he’s really doing is causing problems.

With two corks in his eyes, and a bully in his head.

And hurting those around him because of his actions.

I wanna make a colour that no one else has seen before 

He wants to get out and do something with his life. He doesn’t want to be stuck in the gang for the rest of his life. 

I wanna be so much more

He wants to show everyone that he can make something of himself. That he’s not “Little Spooky”. That he’s Cesar Diaz. 

You walked into the classroom and saw Cesar sitting on the floor. You walked over to him and sat with him. You didn’t say anything to him, you just sat there and looked at him with a slight frown. 

You didn’t like this. He looked so exhausted. 

He had dark eye bags under his eyes, and even then they were red and puffy from the crying. He had tear marks on his face and his clothes were disheveled. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder, as you rubbed his back and lightly scratched his head while you held him.

“It’s ok Cesar.” 

He leaned back and looked at you with teary eyes, wondering what was running in your head as you saw him like this. 

I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty”

The one thing that was running through his mind at this moment was how you thought of him.

Something I can't believe..

[ohbabydollie]

Could you do more jschlatt x Latina reader 🙏

Like at a quince or something ANYTHING REALLY IM BEGGING…

brings the beers and hard alcohol

is completely plastered as soon as the party starts

is dancing the entire night

makes you dance if you don't want to or you're sitting down

hes js tryna have fun

is absolutely getting seconds and thirds of the food by the time its gone cold

he's js having a fun time

trying to have a fun time with the quincena, making her dance and laugh (platonic)

while he's absolutely drunk and dancing with her, gives her a heart felt speech about how proud he is of her and how happy he is seeing her grow into a young woman

def takes home a plate of food and large slice of cake to snack on later

is having fun with everyone, including the little kids that are running around with balloons

is there until the party ended and helps clean up alongside everyone else

drunkenly singing to what ever song the dj is playing as he starts to pack up

you have to make sure he isn't missing anything by the end of the night

when you drive him home, you gotta pull over to let him throw up (he was eating his slice of cake in the car after you told him not to a million times)

overall had a blast and had fun

[allophonicmess]

Past's Lilac Haze

Chapter 1

Masterlist

You only wanted to help you niece with her theatre project. And it got you and your Timelord husband involved in an alien attack on one of London's most famous theatres.

So much for his retirement plans.

14th Doctor x Timelord!Wife! Reader

"Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,

Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,

Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew,

As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.

I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb."

You read with your best olden accent and high-pitched tone, imitating a squeaky girl's voice as the play asks you to. No reaction. You looked up from your script, expecting Rose to, in turn, answer with her line.

"Ninny's tomb." You repeated, nodding expectantly towards the crumpled printout in her hands. It was covered in annotations and highlighting, making it somewhat hard to read the actual text.

"You have to correct me now. Because I said Ninny's tomb." You explained, moving onto your knees to lean over and point her to the correct line. But she just stared at the text, trying to figure out what to do.

"Uh, but why do I need to correct you?" She suddenly started flipping through the pages, trying to find some context that seemed to be missing. She sighed, shaking her head in frustration.

"You need to correct me. Flute says it wrong. It needs to be Ninus tomb." You explained, showing her your own less annotated but aged copy. 

"But you just said that! Ninus tomb-"She felt irritated. It was a mistake to even enter the theatre club. She wasn't made for the stage, as learning text was way too hard. And she knew her acting wasn't much better; her mum noticed it too, cringing during the open rehearsals but always pretending to love it.

"No, that's the joke. Flute says Ninny's tomb so that Quince can correct him- "You stopped, setting down your text." We'll take a break. I can see that you are losing concentration." 

You got up, placing your booklet on the wooden coffee table that sat in front of the red satin two-seater. Rose had asked you to help her with her theatre role, much to the dismay of the Doctor (who bragged that he once was a Shakespearean actor, but Rose didn't care too much). So you offered her the chance to choose your study environment from any place she could think of. But instead of using the room emulator, she decided the Tardis library, which now came in a gorgeous dark wood and deep red satin theme, was the perfect environment. And you had to agree; It was a great choice.

"I'm going to get us some drinks, and then we can continue. You want tea or hot chocolate?" you asked, gently rubbing her shoulder. You loved your new role as her magic alien auntie, or so she coined the term. 

"Go back to your texts? I thought you two were done." The Doctor called as he entered the room. He had taken the day to set some things with Unit. They called in multiple crisis meetings to ensure that another incident like the Toymaker would not be possible. He hated the politics of it. So boring. But he saw the action plan as a positive initiative to prevent further harm to Earth or its citizens, so it was worth the effort. 

He confidently walked over to you, catching you by the waist to pull you into a hug. He hugged a lot. It was as if his body felt the need to compensate for the hug-free dry stretch during number 12. Not that you minded; his clinginess was somewhat cute.

"There is no need to get back to the text. I'll just text my theatre teacher and tell her I quit." Rose sighed, dropping her script next to your booklet on the table and sinking into her seat.

"No, you can't!" The Doctor whined, but he quickly whispered into your ear. "She that bad?" He cringed, hoping that Donna had been exaggerating. 

You rolled your eyes, thinking of a good answer. "Not bad, just… slow of study." You laughed softly at your own joke. But you quickly regretted it when you saw that twinkle in the Doctor's eyes. He had caught on. Oh no.

"Slow of study, you say?" He spoke with a booming theatre voice. 

"Oh no, please." You shook your head at him, hoping to make him stop. But it wasn't any good as, with starting his fourteenth life cycle, he had reached his Dad-joke era.

"Please don't" You pleaded softly.

"Have you the lion's part written?" He continued, moving away from you to kneel down at the side of the sofa. He was going all in, hiding behind the sofa's armrest only to slowly come up behind it. He looked at Rose with a playful expression, which shifted into a mix of shyness and embarrassment. The young woman tried to look away, to keep the frown on her face. But she couldn't fight the smile that spread over her face caused by the Doctor's shenanigans.

"Pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study" he asked in a pinched voice. He stayed low, looking between Rose and the texts on the table.

A moment of silence as the Doctor stayed true to his role, and Rose's attitude began to crumble. You watched with a smile on your face. You believed him about having been a Shakespearean actor. He had talent.

"You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring," Rose answered in a small voice. She crossed her arms, trying to appear uninterested as the Doctor began to cheer.

 "Ha! See, you do know the text!" He laughed, quickly getting up and moving around the sofa to stand behind it. He laughed, shaking Rose by her scrunched-up shoulders. She tried very hard to keep quiet but stood no chance against the Doctor's infectious laughter.

"You will give the best Peter Quince performance there ever was. I just know it!" He turned, looking at your reaction. But you simply stood in the doorway, grinning softly at him. 

You loved to see him at ease in his new life; just see him be happy. 

He loved to make you happy; be the cause of that radiant smile. 

"Okay, then. You help her study since you seem to know the text by heart." You crossed your arms in a challenging manner. 

"I'll go get some drinks." You turned into the hallway to get to the kitchen, but Rose stopped you, calling your name.

"It would be really helpful to go and see a performance, no? For uhh... Artistic inspiration." She suggested but continued before you had the chance to comment. "And I don't mean the recordings. They are nice, sure, but-" 

"It's not the same as live theatre." The Doctor continued, nodding in agreement. He had settled down on the other seat next to his niece, casually leaning back, arms crossed over his chest and nodding slowly. 

"Exactly!" Rose swiftly turned around in her seat, looking at you with expectation. She knew that she didn't need to persuade the Doctor. He was ready and excited for any type of trip despite his retirement. You were the one she needed to convince.

"No." You stated simply. "We can go to the theatre like regular people. You know, take the bus, pay for tickets and so on. But we are not travelling." You shook your head. The term holds a much more significant meaning to the three of you than to the ordinary person. But Rose was all too aware that she had the two of you wrapped around her finger.

"Oh, c'mon! We don't have to travel far. It was on at the Globe this summer. What's a few months, eh?" The Doctor argued, his legs now kicked up onto the table.

You huffed a laugh. "Just a few months? Funny coming from the man that is still having difficulties with precision landing." 

"Oh, no, not this again." He sighed, "I land where I need to go; the Tardis works in mysterious ways. It knows when I need to be off by a few days… or years…" 

Right. You felt no need to comment on what could only be a joke. 

"Besides, I spent the last years always on the go. Been able to practice a lot, you know? I mean, compared to you-"

 "We don't talk about that now." You warned him gently yet firmly. 

He turned around to face you, genuinely sorry about bringing the topic up. 

"Talk about what?" Rose picked up on the tense situation. This was precisely what you tried to avoid. 

"I'll explain it to you eventually, but not now. It's a bit touchy." You told her, hopefully stopping her from asking any further. And she understood, nodding with empathy and then turning back to her text, thinking that any talk about travelling was over.

 For a moment, the library got very quiet. Only the soft cracking of wood and the rustlings of paper could be heard.

You were going to be strict, just once. Only this one time.

…

…

…

To hell with it.

You sighed deeply: "I love the Globe, I really do. But this year's version wasn't any good." 

Your comment made Rose set down her notes and turn in your direction slowly. She was about to activate her puppy-dog look, but you already gave in.

"1598-"You couldn't finish your sentence in time as she had already gotten up to wrap you up in a big hug.

 "But! My rules." You hugged her with a soft smile. The Doctor watched you two with amusement.

"We go there, we watch the play, and we leave. No prancing around and no adventuring." 

Rose let go of you, nodding very quickly and waiting for further instructions. You huffed a laugh at her giddy expression, nodding towards the hallway to notion her to get to the console room.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She called, running towards the console room. 

The Doctor also got up, watching after and chucking softly at her. "She is making you go soft." He noted, pushing up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "Soon she will be unstoppable, spoilt rotten and hijacking the Tardis", He joked, moving in slow, languid steps towards you. You were still leaning against the wall by the door.

"Nah, not on my watch." You pushed yourself off the wall to exit the room. But the Doctor quickly caught your wrist, holding it gently. He looked at you apologetically.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up. That wasn't appropriate nor funny." He looked at you sadly, trying to let you feel his honesty. You nodded, turning your hand in his hold to his hand. 

"It's okay. She'll have to know eventually. Keeping a tragic backstory hidden from that one? You wish." You joked, squeezing the Doctor's hand and leading him outside. He quickly moved to kiss your temple. It made you pause, taking him in momentarily and appreciating how your story had turned out.

"But- "You spoke into the moment of silence.

 He huffed a laugh: "But?... You fly?" 

You grinned, keeping yourself steady on his shoulders as you reached up to peck a kiss on his lips.

"You know it, Darling."

[brittscafe]

Kinktober Day 22

ahhhhh, I am so sorry for being sooo behind on Kinktober. College is a bitch 😭

Kinktober Day 21: Praise kink, Shunsui Kyoraku x female reader.

Recovering after the invasion of Yhwach and his army of Quinces has been nothing, but straight hell. Shunsui has bene stuck in his office, being the captain of the 13 court guard squads, taking over old man Yamamoto's spot since his death.

You've missed him dearly and have been lonely since. Your needs and wants haven't been satisfied.

You walk inside Shunsui's quiet office, closing the door behind you. You gaze at Shunsui, his straw hat sitting on the desk with papers piling up to his chest.

Shunsui perks his head up from the sound of the door clicking shut and his eyes meet yours, widening.

"Hello, my dear. What a lovely surprise," Shunsui exclaims, his face lighting up with excitement. He stands up from his desk, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you.

The warmth and safety of Shunsui's touch makes your heart skip a beat. You nuzzle your head into his broad chest and close your eyes as his hand glides over your hair.

"I've missed you, Shunsui," you sigh out, pulling away just enough to look up and see his face. His eyes study your face, seeing how lustful and needy you are.

"I'm sorry, my petal. I haven't been paying attention to you lately, let me make it up to you," Shunsui coos out, a playfully smirk dancing along his face.

His large hand cups your face, thumb running over your jawline and tilting your head. Shunsui presses his lips to yours, tongue sliding in between your lips.

You moan into the kiss and latch onto Shunsui, fingers digging into his uniform. His warm lips feel so familiar, it hurts your heart. His muscles tense as you let yourself sink into his embrace, his hands flattening against your spine.

You can't help the forming burning sensation in between your thighs and you squeeze them together. Your lips become puffy and red as Shunsui lets out a sigh of pleasure.

His hands slip off your belt, making your uniform loose and open. He pulls away from your puffy lips, planting kisses along your jawline as his hands tug your uniform down your shoulders.

His warm lips graze along your bare shoulders and you lean your back, moaning quietly. Your skin flushes as Shunsui sucks on your shoulders.

"You've been so good, waiting for me," Shunsui comments, fingertips tracing over your breasts peaking out from your bra. You slide your arms out from your top, the silky fabric dropping onto the ground.

"We've been so busy trying to rebuild the Soul Society and our life," you sigh out as Shunsui's hand reaches up and unclips your bra. He slowly pulls the straps down your shoulders, revealing your bare breasts.

Shunsui's eyes glisten at the sight of your breasts, feeling his erection poke inside his pants.

"I know, my petal, but I will always have time for you," Shunsui reassures you, a soft smile along his face. He dips his head down to your chest, his beard tickling your skin.

Shunsui runs his warm tongue your soft nipple and your mouth gapes open, soft breathes leaving. His lips wrap around your nipple, gently nibbling and tugging until it becomes hard in his mouth.

The heat of your bodies fill the room, the sounds of Shunsui's lips meshing with your skin filling the room. You practically jump when Shunsui's hand slides into your pants, rubbing circles on your clothed clit.

"Shunsui," you call out, tugging on his dark hair. Shunsui groans, sending vibrations to your nipple. He steps back, pinning you against the desk.

Your legs tingle and Shunsui pulls away from your chest, letting out a tiny chuckle. He's never seen you so jumpy before, he starts to realize just how badly you've been wanting this.

Shunsui clears his throat, removing his pink kimono and discarding it on the floorboards.

"Pretty girl, let me take care of you," Shunsui coos out, hands pulling down your pants. He tugs them off your ankles and his eyes lock onto the large wet spot on your underwear.

"Please," you beg Shunsui as his hands grab ahold your hips and lift you up onto the desk. You land softly on the desk and Shunsui climbs down onto his knees.

HIs fingers toy around your underwear before pulling it down and off your ankles.

You buck your hips forward and Shunsui smirks. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking needly. A breathless moan leaves your lips as his fingers run up and down your folds.

His thick fingers become coated in your arousal as your body becomes tingly. His finger traces around your hole, teasing you. His fingers enter you, earning a whimper from you.

You spread your legs wider as Shunsui's knuckles curl up against your sweet spot. His eyes flicker up to your face, scrunched in extreme pleasure.

"You're so good for me," Shunsui comments, sliding his fingers back out over and over again, each time harder and deeper. A series of whimpers and moans leave your lips.

His tongue pressing against your clit and it overwhelms you along with the movement of his fingers. Your fingers comb through his wavy hair, tugging on it slightly.

Your thighs start to tremble as the hotness pools down from your stomach to your core. Your breaths become heavy and your moans become louder.

"Shun, a-ah, I'm going to cum," you warn him, stuttering and whimpering.

You squeeze your thighs around Shunsui's face and he groans, sending vibrations to your clit.

"That’s it, just let go. Let yourself feel good," Shunsui speaks gently, as you let out a cry of pleasure, cum squirting out from your hole.

Your juices coat Shunsui's fingers and his beard. He presses a soft kiss to your clit, watching as your breasts heave with each panted breath you inhale and exhale.

His warm tongue glides over your dripping hole, fingers sliding out. Your eyes are stuck on Shunsui, watching his fingers disappear in between his lips, tongue swirling around and swallowing your juices.

Shunsui places his hands on your thighs, fingers squeezing your fat flesh. Your thighs are sticky from the cum and Shunsui stands up, towering above you.

You watch, your mouth watering as he removes his uniform, only to be left in his boxers. Your eyes travel down his happy trail to his boxers where his bulge is sticking out.

Your core throbs as Shunsui pulls down his boxers, his thick cock springing out and slapping his stomach. Your eyes fill with a deep hungry at the sight of his hairy base.

"I've been waiting all day to put my cock inside of you," Shunsui groans out, stroking his length. Shunsui runs his hand up your stomach and presses you down onto the desk.

Shunsui hand plants your thigh down on the desk, spreading your legs apart. Shunsui drags the red, raging head of his cock, already spurting out pre-cum, along your folds.

You squirm against Shunsui, but he holds you in place. You grip onto his shoulders, guiding him on top of you. A moan escapes your throat as Shunsui slides the head inside of your pussy.

"O-oh, please keep going," you beg him and Shunsui shoots you a warm smile. Shunsui slides the rest of his length inside of you, letting out a groan as he bottoms out.

The two of you pant heavily, relishing in the moment before he starts to move his hips. He moves mindlessly, stretching your insides out and the skin of his skin slapping against yours filling the office.

The sounds you make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to.

"Look at you, such a pretty petal," Shunsui comments, tucking your hair behind your ear. His gentle words send a chill down your spine, butterflies filling your stomach.

Shunsui brushes soft kisses across your collarbones, thrusting in and out of you. His chest is pressed against yours, hands pinned on each side of your head, holding himself up.

His muscles bulge and flex as he drags his cock in and out of your leaking hole. The room grows hot and sticky, filling up with your whiny moans and Shunsui's occasional grunts.

He clenches his jaw, feeling your walls clench around his cock. His wavy brown hair is messy, his long bangs escaping from his low ponytail.

Shunsui dips his head down, wrapping his lips around yours. He nibbles and tugs on your bottom lip. You circle your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Each time Shunsui's cock slides in and out, wet squelching sounds leave your pussy. You pull away from his lips, releasing a cry of pleasure. The office becomes filled with hot, sinful moans, echoing in Shunsui's eardrums.

The knots in your stomach start to come undone and you gaze into Shunsui's eyes.

"Shunsui? Can I cum, please?" you ask, whimpering. Shunsui's lips curl up into a tiny grin and he places his fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head up. Your face flusters from being trapped under Shunsui's strong, lustful gaze.

"You've waited so patiently, y/n. How could I say no to my sweet girl?” Shunsui comments, a playfully smirk tugging on his face.

He swiftly thrusts into you, your insides exploding and cum leaking out from your hole with a series of moans. Your blunt fingernails dig into his shoulders, thighs trembling.

Your cum sprays onto Shunsui's cock and starts leaking out. It gets caught in the thick hair on the base of his cock and Shunsui groans heavily, continuing to thrust in and out of your hole.

His cock starts to twitch inside of you, close to his release. You clamp down around his cock and Shunsui pants heavily, skin flustering.

"F-fuck, you feel so good," Shunsui groans out, letting his head hang low. His eyes watch as his cock sinks in and out of you, his muscles throbbing.

Shunsui lets out a breathy groan, warm cum filling up your hole. It starts to leak out, making your thighs sticky than ever. He pants heavily, your breasts pressing against his hairy chest.

Shunsui cups your face and studies your face, making sure that you're okay.

"You did so well for me, my good girl," Shunsui presses a soft kiss to your forehead, slowly pulling out from you. He wraps an arm around your waist, helping you sit up on the desk.

He stands up, his soft cock handing in between his thighs as he walks around his desk, opening a drawer. He walks back to you and start dragging the soft cloth along your thighs, cleaning you up.

You watch in awe, seeing the gentle and carefulness behind Shunsui's actions. He presses soft, wet kisses along your thighs and then meets your eyes.

"Thank you," you mumble out and Shunsui smiles. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the desk and onto your weak feet. You curl up against his body and his fingers comb through your hair.

"Thank you for being such a good girl," Shunsui speaks tenderly and your cheeks fluster.

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