#quinti

Finally drew something for myself on a day off! This is Quinti, an aerial Zalcoa, an alien species by @cosmicsynthetics!

This one is about Quin and Ginti from the anime Death Parade.Me and my friend thought about this ship, and I really had to write a fanfic about it. And it is a smut so don't read if you don't like.And I would like for you people to spread this ship as much as you like. The ship name is Quinti. Hope you enjoy.

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He could hear the elevator door opened, as footsteps were heard coming out of the small spaced place. He didn’t bother to open his eyes as he already got an idea of who it was.

„GINTI!“ A feminine voice exclaimed as she entered his bar. She took as seat at the bar table right in front of him. She chuckled as she placed her hands on the table, crossing them as she put her head on them to rest for a bit. Ginti had his chin resting on the palm of his hand with a slight unoticable frown on his face.

„I am surprised you’re not drunk yet.“ Came his monotone voice that filled the silence in the room.Quin again chuckled, bringing her head up and off the shank. Her one visible eye showing an emotion that could not be decifered.

„Well, that is why I came here.“ And then she colapsed. „I haven’t had one drop of alchohol the whole day.“ Quin waved her hands dramaticaly as if to express her what she was feeling in that moment. Nobody could really tell what she ment, but nobody ever questioned it beacuse they would get a long story from her.Especially if she was drunk, then she sometimes go off track of her original subject and start telling her tales of when she was an arbiter.Ginti could only sigh. He turned around to grab one of the many alcohol bittles that were on the shelf and bringing the ice out of the fridge. He put a glass cup on the table and puring the intoxicating beverage in to it, along with 3 peaces of ice cubes. The number of cubes she always put in her glass.

When he finished the drink, he placed it in front of the rambeling girl. Quin paused for a moment, to see what Ginti had done. Her eyes sparkled as she saw the awaiting alcoholic drink on the counter. With a quick motion, she grabbed the glass bringing it up to her lips and downing it down in a second.

„Wow Ginti, this is amazing!“ Quin exclaimed as her cheeks flushed, hinting that the alcohol started kiking in. Normaly for an alcoholic like herself, she would have learned to hold her drinks but only one could knock her out. Ginti stared at her as she smiled in delight. He could feel his lips going up a bit, forming a smile.

But he was an arbiter.He was a mear pupet in this game called life. Technicaly he isn’t alive, for that would make him a somewhat human. An arbiter could not feel any emotion, for then it would intefear in his work. But he couldn’t help but feel a slight atraction towards Quin. She was a lively person, not like all of the other arbiters he met. She acted like a human being. He liked her opsesion with alcohol, he liked how she wasn’t dull and pointless like Decim. He found her, quite, interesting.

„...So then I had this one guy that came to my bar one day with this very attactive girl. She was someone famous in the human world...“

Ginti started listening to her when he snapped out of his dase. His gaze averted from some spot he stared at for some time. But he knew Quin didn’t noticed. She was far too intoxicated, for he subconciously served her drink after drink. By now, her cheeks were bright red as all the blood rushed to her head. Her cheeks were somewhat, kinda like the color of his hair. He chuckled a bit at that.

„Huh?...Something funny...?“ Quin asked in a slured voice.Her eyes lidden for she held on tight to the counter to support herself to not fall off the stool that she sat in.

„Nothin.Please, continue.“ Ginti wanted to listen to her more. Not because of her stories, but because he liked the sound of her voice. He couldn’t describe exaclty what it sounded like, but all he could say is that it was a melodic sound that could calm him down after a bad day. And he wouldn’t mind if he hears it all day, everyday.And Quin delightedly continued her story telling.

„And now they were playing some game.I don’t remember. And I could hear the boy shout ...“ She then rased her voice to try and imitate the boy that hade partaiken in her death game.“ ’I WOULD RATHER FUCK YOU THEN HER.’ I couldn’t quite remember what they were fighting about, but it doesn’t matter.“ And she swolowed another drink in one try.

Ginti again had placed his shin in the palm of his hand, his elbow placed on the counter and his eyes bored in to her. He scaned her body,and many thought accured in his twisted head that should not be brought out. And that made him turn his head away, his gaze going somewhere else to get his mind a t ease.

„I would fuck you.“

It came out all so sudden. A deathly silence hung in the room, as both Quin and Gitni didn’t say a word. Quin’s eyes widdened a slight as he heard Ginti’s confesion. She stared at him in surprise. Nobody had ever said something so...sweet to her. It wasn’t that sweet, but it was Gitni and that ment a lot to Quin.

Quin had been having slight wave of emotion she didn’t knew she had. She was a former arbiter, so she hadn’s quite grasped the feel of human feeling. But she wasn’t stupid, she knew what she was feeling towards Ginti. It was so plainly obvious. That is the reason she always came to Ginti, instead of Decim. Even though Decim was a great barist, he was nothing compared to Ginti. She didn’t know what made her so atracted to him. Was it the looks? His actions as an arbiter? His wickedness? She never knew. And she stoped guessing a long time ago. She only needed that one feeling.

Love.

She gave Ginti a closed eyed smile.

„Haha. Thank you Ginti.“

Her eye met his. Her soft angelic eyes, looked straight in to his fiery red ones. The room was silent as Quin hasn’t aksed for another drink and hasn’t spoken a word. And Ginti just stared right back at her. Wearing his unamused face.Though it hid what he really felt. No one dared to break the yes contact the the two had, nobody could even move. And in the mids of it all, Ginti grabbed Quin by her coat, brining her close to him and closing the gap betwin their lips.

His chapted lips molded perfeclty with her wet ones. He could feel the alcohol in her mouth as he licked her lips, asking for entrance. Quin obliged wholeheartetly. She was surprised at first, but gladly kissed Ginti back with full force. It was a little uncomfortable wiht the counter betwin the two, but the problem was solved when he pulled her up and off the chair, placing her on the counter right in front of him. Quin opened her mouth with slight hesitation, him going straight ahead, his tounge invading every part of her alcohol tasting mouth. She didn’t mind, for she fought back enjoying the little frestling fight fith him. She knew where this was going. She wasn’t stupid, But neither did she made any sign of backing out.

Ginti took off her coat, throwing it somewhere in behind him. Quin quickly followed after him, Taking off his west, along with his shirt by wripping it apart. He had to admit that she was a strong women. And those were one of the traits that he liked about her. Quin only had her hoody and her long light blue skirt. But that didn’t stop Ginti. He broke the pasionet kiss, his hands going to grasp the hem of her hoody bringin it over her body and throwing it behind him like her coat. She had a red bra on her that cupped her breats rather nicely. And Ginti could’t deny she had a hot body. She wasn’t skiny, nor was she overfeight. She was just perfect for his large hands to mold all of her flesh. He took a second to look her from head to toe, slightly anoyed that her long flowing skirt covered the area that he wanted to explore the most.

With an irirtated grunt, his hands grasped her skirt and riping it in half and uncovering her lover area. She had the same matching panties as her bra, and he could feel his pants tighten even more as he kept staring at her with enourmass lust in his red eyes.

„OI, Ginti! What am I supposed to wera after.“ His gaze went up again, to look her in the one vivid eye thats he had. The green hue reflecting the light from the ceiling as she frowned a bit. She calmed down from the alcohol a bit, and she now had a full grasp of what was happening.

„Let’s worie about that later.“ He came close to her again, one of his hands going behind her back and grasping the bra clip and expertly unhhoking her bra. Her breasts bounced from the force, and he couldn’t help but stare fot a bit. Her chest was always hidden behind her hoody and now that he was them. He wanted them all to himself. Both of his hand cupped her chest, molding the soft flesh.He could hear Quin whimper  a bit from the sudden contact.  Quins hands were placed on his shoulders, suporing herself as to not to lay on the counter. She could feel on her thigh, his growing erection. And she too couldn’t contain her need anymore. She pushed Ginti off of her and her hands grabing his head bringing both of their lips together.  After a kiss or two, his head was placed on her neck, leaving behind love bites as to show everyone else the sinful deed they proceeded to do tonight.

Quins hands were in his red hair.Pulling all of his roots and with that, earingn small moans from the man she learned to love. Gintis hands went from her hot body, to his belt buckle. After a second or two, he succesfully took off his pants, along with his boxers. And Quin took off her black panties, revealing her dripping wet vagina. Her eyes looked up and down Ginti’s body, admiring his well-built form and his growing erection.

He could only smirk, as he agan went up to quin. His hands placed on her pale thighs, spreading her lengs. His eyes met hers again, reasuring her that everything was going to be alright. He brought her body closer to the edge of the counter, alowing for more access to her womanhood. His head on her neck and her hands on his shouldrs, his members tip met her wet entrance. Quin whimpered, and all Ginti did to reasure her was to leave butterfly kisses on her her neck.

After a moment, he unxepectedly thrusted fast in to her, Quin screaming at the top of her lungs from all the pain. Gintis placed his hand on her chin, bringing her head down in to a kiss. He could feel her tears stream down from her one glossy eye, as he started thrusting in to her. She was tight, as expected, but after a few more thrusts she started to loosen up. Her voice rose after every thrust that Ginti made, filling the silent air in the dimly lit room with her pleasurble moans. And of course Ginti couldn’t hold back, for Quin started screaming his name over and over. His thrusts became more hard and he went faster the before, his moans mixing with Quins.

This was what he wanted. This was what he longed for. To heard her soft voice scream his name over and over again. Fot him to be a part of her. Quin felt the same. Her emotions were mixed up, all until now. As Ginti thrusted his member in to her, earning himself her loud lust filled moans.

Quin could feel her coming closer to the edge. A knot forming in her stomach and after every thrust, tightening a bit. And she could also feel his member twitch inside of her. Thrust after thrust, moan after moan both of the m neared their end. Quin screamed one more time, tilting her head back, adn Ginti grutning as he released his load in to her, mixing in with hers. His arms were wrapped around her middle, her wrapped around his neck. Both of their foreheads touching as they breathed eratically.

Quin smiled.She opened he yes to look at Ginti, him already staring at her. With a heaved sigh, Quin breathed out.

„You owe me new clothes.“

-- sarcasticOutsider [SO] began trolling altruisticCadences [AC] --

SO: heyy there! i'm Quinti - Flaire's moirail.

Sucedió la semana pasada en el programa En El Aire, lo vi en directo y me quedé con pokerface.

Enviado por Quinti.

ϟ: There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?

Quinti looked over at the jadeblood in her hive sheepishly. He’d knocked on her door as thunder boomed outside, soaking wet and seeking shelter. Her hive just happened to be the closest place of refuge. She’d immediately let him in, fetching him a towel so that he could dry off a bit. She herself was wrapped in a fluffy blanket on the opposite side of the couch from him, her knees drawn up to her chest as she examined him. She jumped a bit as another peal of thunder split the sky, wrapping her blanket more tightly around herself. She looked at her companion again before finally mustering up the courage to say something.

um… vvell i’ve never talked to yyou before, but…

vvovv, yyou are reallyy prettyy :O