#aku-aku

[ematooney]

The Rise of Aku-Aku (Part ONE)

Short comic I’ll be making of Aku-Aku first appearance and how they’ll join the Zabiatsuta Corps. I decided to cook this time but the rest of the pages will be black and white. Stay tuned for more!

If you guys haven’t seen the fifth Keroro movie, Aku-Aku is basically this evil Easter island spirit that can consume people’s power and take it for himself. However in this AU they’ll join Dororo’s side. Will post more pages about him soon… eventually! ;)

[lilyswrittenworks]

Chapter Five| Hearts in Harmony

Penny sat beneath the shade of a large tree, her brows furrowed in frustration as she tried to concentrate on the embroidery hoop in her hands. The needle, attached to a light-colored thread, weaved clumsily through the white fabric, her attempt to make a simple flower turning into a tangled mess. Aku-Aku had suggested she try a hobby during the rare calm moments at the Bandicoot home, and embroidery seemed like an easy enough choice at first. She’d thought it would be fun, creating something beautiful from just thread and fabric, but it turned out to be much harder than she’d expected.

“Ugh, why is this so difficult?” she grumbled, wincing as the needle pricked her finger yet again. She stuck the sore finger into her mouth, the small sting of pain adding to her mounting frustration. The hobby required far more precision and patience than she had imagined, and she was gripping the hoop so tightly that her fingers were cramping. 

Crash, passing by, noticed Penny’s clear frustration. He paused, watching as she tried to refocus on the embroidery, her movements growing more rigid with each passing moment. Penny was usually so full of energy, but today, it was obvious she was on edge, her shoulders tight and her lips pressed into a thin line.

Without making a sound, Crash approached her from behind. Penny was too absorbed in her struggle with the needle to notice him, muttering something under her breath as she tugged at the stubborn thread. Crash tilted his head, recognizing that familiar look of someone who needed a break, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he decided to intervene in his own playful way.

Just as she was about to give up, she felt a light tap on her shoulder.

Startled, Penny jumped and, of course, pricked her finger once more. “Mother—!” She hissed, wincing before turning to see Crash standing there, looking amused. His chuckle was soft, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he gestured for her to follow him.

“What’s up?” Penny asked, still nursing her sore finger. When Crash gestured again, his expression excited but still mysterious, she sighed with a smile. “You want me to follow you?” she confirmed, and Crash nodded eagerly. Relieved for the distraction, she set the embroidery hoop aside with zero intention of picking it up anytime soon. “Alright, I definitely need a break from that.”

Following Crash through the dense jungle, Penny’s curiosity grew with each step. She dodged low-hanging vines and brushed aside the large leaves in her path, calling out to him every so often, “Crash! Where are you taking me?” But he would only look back with that playful grin of his, refusing to give her any clues.

As they walked, their usual lighthearted banter filled the air. Crash would occasionally leap up into the trees, grabbing a piece of fruit and offering it to her with a proud smile, like a child showing off. Penny laughed, accepting the gifts, her heart warmed by the silly yet sweet gestures. There was something special about the way they communicated—without words, just through shared laughter and glances. It was as if they understood each other on a deeper level, their bond clear in every little interaction.

Crash would disappear ahead for a moment, only to reappear again, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Penny could see how much fun he was having, and it made her smile every time. His wild, carefree energy was infectious, making the walk through the jungle feel like an adventure, even if she had no idea where they were going. But wherever it was, she knew she could trust him.

No matter how fast or far he dashed ahead, Crash always made sure Penny wasn’t far behind, slowing his pace whenever he saw her lagging. And Penny, despite her earlier frustrations, felt completely at ease. She wasn’t sure what he had planned, but with Crash by her side, the journey was as enjoyable as any destination could be.

Crash disappeared through a thick wall of vines, leaving Penny standing on the other side. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes with a playful smirk. “Again with the hide-and-seek, Crash?”

Using her hands to carefully part the heavy greenery, Penny stepped through the vines and froze in place, her eyes going wide in amazement. On the other side was a breathtaking sight—a waterfall cascading into a small, crystal-clear pool. The air was filled with the soothing sounds of the water falling, birds chirping, and the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. The scene before her was so serene and peaceful that it momentarily took her breath away.

“Crash, this place… it’s beautiful,” she whispered, still in awe of the tranquil oasis.

Before she could fully take it in, Crash wasted no time in showing off. With a gleeful grin, he leaped into the pool, diving into the water and performing a series of goofy tricks. He splashed around, sending water in every direction, and when Penny got hit by a particularly large splash, she let out a playful yelp. “Hey!” she called out, laughing.

Crash’s mischievous antics were too much to resist. Penny grinned and decided to get her revenge. She backed up a few steps, then charged forward and leaped into the air, landing with a cannonball right beside Crash, sending a huge splash his way. As she resurfaced, laughing uncontrollably, she saw the shocked look on his face and burst out laughing even harder.

“You should see the look on your face, Crash! Heh, heh, heh!” she teased, still giggling as she treaded water.

Crash, however, wasn’t about to let her get away with that. His playful expression shifted into something far more mischievous, and he wiggled his fingers like he was about to pounce.

Penny’s laughter quickly turned into nervous giggles as she eyed him cautiously, her heart pounding with excitement. “Uhhh, Crash. Why are you looking at me like that?”

Without warning, Crash lunged toward her, and Penny shrieked with mock fear, quickly dodging out of the way. The water rippled chaotically as they splashed around, with Crash chasing her in circles. Penny squealed, trying her best to avoid him, but he was too quick.

Finally, Crash caught up to her and lifted her up with ease, tossing her over his shoulder as she flailed her arms and legs, giggling uncontrollably. “Nooo!! Crash, put me down, put me down!” she pleaded, but the grin on his face told her he had no intention of going easy on her.

“Well, you asked for it,” he said—well, as best as he could in his playful gibberish—and before she could protest, Crash threw her right back into the water with a huge splash.

Penny resurfaced, gasping as she pushed her wet hair out of her face. She gave him a mock glare but couldn’t hold it for long, bursting into laughter when she saw him doubled over, holding his stomach from laughing so hard. His joy was so contagious that Penny couldn’t help but join in, their echoing laughter filling the tranquil area, blending with the sounds of the waterfall and nature around them. 

For a moment, it was just the two of them, enjoying each other’s company and the simple happiness of being together, splashing and laughing under the waterfall.

As the fun finally died down, Penny and Crash found themselves sitting on the smooth rocks beside the waterfall, both soaked to the bone and out of breath from laughing. Penny had laid out their shoes to dry under the fading sunlight, but even after shaking the water from their fur, their clothes clung to their bodies, still wet from their playful splashing. The air between them, though quiet, was filled with the lingering warmth of their shared joy.

While they sat there drying off, Crash reached into his pocket and, to Penny’s surprise, pulled out a small harmonica. Without saying a word, he brought it to his lips and began to play a cheerful, upbeat tune that seemed to capture everything he was—wild, joyful, and free-spirited. Penny's eyes widened, captivated by the unexpected talent. She couldn't help but smile at how the melody reflected his playful yet tender nature.

Once he finished, Crash glanced at Penny with a grin and handed her the harmonica. She hesitated at first, shyly taking the small instrument from him. “I’m not as good at playing this harmonica like you, Crash,” she admitted, smiling sheepishly as she struggled to produce a clear note, earning a chuckle from Crash.

He then began explaining, in his unique way of gibberish and gestures, that he hadn’t always been good at playing either. Crash mimicked the exaggerated, terrible notes he used to make, showing just how awful he once was. But, through persistence and lots of practice, he’d managed to master it over time. Penny, watching his gestures closely, slowly pieced together what he was trying to say. Her tail twitched as a sudden hope sparked inside her.

“Just like I’m learning how to do embroidery!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. Crash nodded enthusiastically, touching his nose as if to confirm she had hit the nail on the head. Penny beamed at him, the connection between her clumsy attempts at learning a new skill and his own perseverance filling her with renewed determination.

“Can you play something for me?” she asked softly, handing him back the harmonica.

Crash hummed in agreement, taking the harmonica gently from her hands. He took a deep breath, and the tune that followed was softer this time, filled with a calming, peaceful rhythm. Penny swayed gently to the melody, her gaze fixed on Crash as she listened intently, feeling the music wash over her like the waterfall behind them.

As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow across the sky and shimmering on the water’s surface, Penny leaned against Crash, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. The playful energy between them faded into a quiet, peaceful connection, the kind that didn’t need words or explanations. The sound of the waterfall mingled with the soft melody of the harmonica and the warmth of their closeness.

Crash, usually so goofy and full of energy, felt a rare sense of calm. He rested his head against hers, the weight of the moment softening his usual exuberance. They stayed like that for a while, the world around them growing still as the sun dipped lower in the sky, content in the silence and each other’s company. It was a tenderness that spoke more than any words could—a shared understanding, a peaceful bond.

And as the last notes of the harmonica faded, the two sat together, watching the sun disappear behind the trees, content to just be there, together.

{1,805 words}

Chapter Four

Chapter Six

[shininas-ideals]

The King, his Princess and her Knight

[venelona]

This is how I envision reunion happening

update - (polished version here)

[moraymiso]

the strangest thing to me about the BSD fandom is the fact that the vast majority of people in it are dazai fans, while also consistently assuming the absolute worst of him, disregarding the circumstances around his actions and giving him no grace or consideration of his situation whatsoever.

there's no doubt dazai is a bad person in many ways. he did plenty of unjustifiable, inexcusable things. he's pathologically manipulative with a totally skewed moral compass, most of which was undoubtedly brought on by his upbringing in the mafia. but at the same time, i see such a huge number of people taking that and somehow ending up with - and vehemently defending - this idea that he's a remorseless, indifferent, innately cruel person by nature?

are we forgetting this is the same dazai who was forced to false-witness a murder at fourteen years old? the same dazai who already wracked up numerous suicide attempts barely out of his pre-teens?the same dazai who was referred to by everyone around him as a 'demon' at fifteen years old? the same dazai consistently described as having grief-filled, empty expressions and detached, vacant reactions to practically everything when he was so young? the same dazai that oda described as "a child crying in the dark, alone, left to fend for himself with a hole in his heart as large as the world itself"?

that dazai is an indifferent, heartless, innately psychopathic person? really? i'm not convinced.

[ssaraexposs]

Do you ever start thinking about the fact that Dazai literally made tiny snowmen based on his favourite people? The ones he secretly keeps in his heart?

Said people being:

- ANGO

- ODASAKU

- ATSUSHI

- CHUUYA

AND I BELIEVE IT'S BEAUTIFUL

[lotus-pear]

in love with tragedy

[bmpdraws]

ZARA puts together a little "Eldritch Horror Companion Support Group" for Vi. Keep reading for close-ups.

"Hang in there, baby!" is on a pink poster of a cat barely holding onto a branch.

ZARA sits on top of Vi's head. Stanley is to the right of Vi from our perspective.

Arthur chats with Eddie. Venom and John seem to argue silently about something.

Bill watches over Ford's shoulder as Ford takes notes on his surroundings.

Jack sits miserably while Aku attempts to fit a plastic star through a circular hole.

[obscu-rae]

[xnzlian]

This is so cool man..

Ash and Silver belong to me

[merriclo]

something something, the fact that Dazai despises dogs and yet is so insistent on Chuuya being one.

he isn’t wrong: of all the animals out there, Chuuya has the traits so stereotypical of a mutt. he was always one, i think, from the moment he was experimented on. and if he wasn’t under Dr. N’s rancid hands, then he surely was once the Sheep got a hold of him. sure, he was called the King of the Sheep, but what is that other than their herding dog? a shepherd so loyal to his flock, that even when a blade got buried in his abdomen he still cared for them. in the manga, it’s implied that his choker is the Sheep’s signature bracelet repurposed. he moved it from one pulse point to another, changed it from the sign of belonging to a crowd to the sign of defending one with a bloody maw. it’s a collar now, strung tight.

it’s explicitly stated that Chuuya will forever care about others, no matter how much they have hurt him. in his heart, there will always be a place for those who have done nothing but mutilate his life. a kicked dog whose tail still wags.

and. Dazai hates dogs.

genuinely, he’s disgusted by them. he takes every chance to mock or insult them. yet, he immediately became so fixated on calling Chuuya his dog, framing him as this portrait of unending loyalty, littered with wounds and stained with viscera. Chuuya becomes the one Dazai trusts the most in his current world, so much so that four years apart doesn’t change a thing. they’re back at each other’s side, lives immediately in the other’s hands; one soul, two bodies. the ends of a dichotomy that hides an endless spectrum within.

within hours of meeting, Dazai had decided that Chuuya was a dog, a mutt. he has yet to be proven wrong, and he has yet to truly hate him. something something

[acquired-stardust]

Crash Bandicoot: Warped Playstation 1998

[lilyswrittenworks]

Chapter Six| Seashells and Surprises

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the sandy shore as Penny, Crash, Coco, and Aku-Aku made their way to the beach. The sound of waves crashing against the sand was calming, and a gentle breeze rustled through the palm trees. It was a perfect day for a break from their usual routine and menial tasks, and everyone was looking forward to a relaxing time by the ocean.

She took a deep breath of the fresh sea air and smiled at the endless stretch of water before her. Clad in a cream knitted cover-up that Aku-Aku had made for her and a teal skirted one-piece swimsuit underneath, she stretched her arms above her head, feeling the warmth of the sun. “I can’t remember the last time we had a beach day,” Penny said cheerfully, glancing over at Crash, who was already eyeing the waves eagerly, clearly itching to grab his surfboard and dive right in.

Coco, on the other hand, was just as eager but for a different reason. She hurried ahead, clutching a small, remote-controlled device with flashing lights. “Guys, wait until you see what I brought!” she announced proudly, holding up what looked like a tiny, spider-like robot. “It's my seashell-collecting robot! I’ve been working on it for weeks, and today’s the perfect time to test it out.”

Aku-Aku, hovering beside them, frowned slightly but maintained his calm demeanor. “Coco, I thought we agreed this would be a day of rest and relaxation,” he said in his usual wise tone. “No work, remember?”

Coco waved off his concern with a smile. “Oh, don’t worry, Aku-Aku! It’s completely harmless and won’t take much of my time at all. I just want to see if it can find the rarest shells on the beach. Besides, I built it for fun!”

Penny laughed softly, shaking her head. “I guess even on vacation, you can’t resist tinkering with something, huh?”

“Exactly!” Coco grinned, bouncing slightly as she adjusted the controls on the robot. “But I’ll only test it for a little while, I promise!”

As they reached the beach, Crash immediately ran off toward the water, grabbing his surfboard and signaling for Penny to join him. Penny waved back, feeling a surge of excitement at the idea of surfing for the first time. Meanwhile, Coco, already setting up her seashell-collecting robot, adjusted a few knobs and pressed a button, causing the little machine to whirr to life and scuttle across the sand in search of seashells.

Aku-Aku floated nearby, still keeping an eye on Coco but allowing her to indulge in her invention. “I suppose a little bit of fun with technology won’t hurt,” he mused.

Penny, laughing as Crash surfed a few waves and gestured for her to join him, looked over her shoulder at Coco’s busy robot. “Let’s hope it finds something cool. But for now…” She eagerly removed her knitted cover-up and open-toed sandals, leaving them on the sand as she jogged toward the water, eager to see if Crash’s lessons would pay off.

As she stood at the water’s edge, watching the waves roll in, Penny hesitated. The idea of surfing had always seemed fun in theory, but with the vast ocean in front of her, she suddenly felt a bit nervous. Crash, however, wasn’t going to let her second-guess herself. He splashed over to her with his usual boundless energy, grinning from ear to ear, his surfboard tucked under one arm.

With an exaggerated gesture, he pointed at the surfboard he had brought for her, tapping his own as if to say, This is going to be fun! Penny raised an eyebrow, still unsure. “I don’t know, Crash. I’ve never surfed before, and those waves look… really big.”

Crash shook his head and gave her a thumbs-up, his smile reassuring. He mimed out a surfing motion, wildly waving his arms as if he were catching a huge wave, then pretended to fall off, landing with a dramatic splash in the shallow water. Penny burst into laughter, his goofy encouragement impossible to resist. Though she was still nervous, Crash’s enthusiasm was contagious, and though she still felt nervous, she gave in.

“Alright, alright, I’ll give it a shot,” she sighed with a smile, grabbing her surfboard.

Crash’s energy went into overdrive as he pulled her into the water, setting her up on the board and beginning a very Crash-like surfing lesson. His instructions, though mostly gibberish, were filled with wild hand movements, miming balancing techniques, and the occasional playful splash. Penny found herself watching closely, her nerves slowly fading as she tried to follow his movements.

Her first few attempts were… well, disastrous. As soon as she stood up, a wave knocked her off, sending her tumbling into the water. She resurfaced, sputtering and wiping seaweed from her hair, only to see Crash laughing and giving her two thumbs up. “Very funny,” she muttered, though she couldn’t help but chuckle along with him.

With each try, Penny found herself improving little by little, though there were still plenty of wipeouts. At one point, she was knocked off her board by a rogue wave and emerged with seaweed tangled around her shoulders. Crash, floating nearby, howled with laughter, his laughter even more contagious than the waves.

Penny’s determination only grew, especially with Crash’s endless encouragement. He stayed right beside her, helping her find her balance, giving her exaggerated thumbs-ups every time she got close to standing. His excitement for her progress was genuine, and it fueled her to keep trying.

Finally, after several more tries, Penny managed to stay on the board as a small wave rolled in. With Crash cheering wildly from his board, she rode it all the way to the shore. Her heart raced, adrenaline surging as she realized she had done it. “I did it! I actually did it!” she shouted, grinning from ear to ear as she jumped off the board into the shallow water.

Crash paddled over, leaping off his board and splashing her playfully. His face beamed with pride, giving her an exaggerated salute as if she had just accomplished something monumental. Penny laughed, shaking her head as they stood in the shallows, the waves lapping at their feet.

“Thanks for the lesson, Crash,” Penny said, her voice full of gratitude and exhaustion. “I think I’ll stick to the small waves for now, though.”

Crash simply nodded, patting her on the back before grabbing his board once more, ready for another round of wild surfing. As they headed back out into the water, Penny felt lighter, more confident, and most of all—grateful for her friend’s support.

While Penny and Crash were busy with their surfing, Coco was having an entirely different adventure with her seashell-collecting robot. She stood on the beach, eagerly watching as her invention whirred across the sand. It had already found a few interesting shells—small, colorful, and perfectly shaped—but, as with most of Coco’s creations, a few quirky malfunctions quickly turned the day into a comical game of cat and mouse.

At one point, the robot veered off course, its sensors apparently mistaking a pile of rocks for a treasure trove of rare shells. It clattered excitedly toward them, only for Coco to run after it. “No, no, those aren’t shells!” she called, laughing as she caught up to the enthusiastic machine, quickly redirecting it back to the sandy part of the beach.

But the real chaos began when the robot rolled too close to a group of playful crabs. Before Coco could intervene, the crabs—apparently thinking the robot was some sort of new playmate—began burying it in the sand. Coco watched, stifling her giggles as the little robot’s lights flickered, trying in vain to dig itself out of the mound of sand the crabs had piled on top of it.

“Oh, come on!” Coco laughed, hands on her hips. She jogged over and gently shooed the crabs away, who scuttled off as if proud of their work. After a moment of digging, she unearthed the robot, brushing sand off its sensors. “You need to be better at dodging crabs next time,” she said with a grin as she rebooted it.

The robot, unfazed by its misadventures, beeped back to life and immediately resumed its mission. It scuttled along the beach, its enthusiasm undiminished despite its earlier mishaps.

Coco, still chuckling, jogged after it as it continued its search for seashells—though she stayed close, just in case it mistook any more rocks for treasures or found itself in another crab-induced predicament. Despite the malfunctions, Coco couldn’t help but enjoy the fun her quirky creation was bringing to their relaxing beach day.

“I guess even robots need a little trial and error,” she muttered to herself, smiling as the robot finally picked up a shiny, spiral-shaped shell, triumphantly placing it in its collection basket.

As Penny continued to surf through the shallow water, her confidence growing with every small wave she successfully rode, a curious trilling noise caught her attention. Glancing down at the water beside her, she gasped in delight—a sleek sea creature had joined her in her surfing adventure! Its smooth, rubbery gray skin glistened in the sunlight, and its two flippers moved gracefully as it glided alongside her, a triangular dorsal fin cutting through the water with ease.

Penny’s eyes widened in amazement, her excitement bubbling over. “Whoa! Crash, Coco! Look at this!” she shouted, waving her arms to get their attention. Then, turning her gaze to Aku-Aku, who was hovering peacefully nearby, she called out, “Aku-Aku, you never told me there were creatures like this living in the ocean!”

Aku-Aku, with his usual calm wisdom, floated closer and chuckled softly. “The ocean is full of life, Penny. That’s a dolphin, a playful and intelligent creature. They sometimes swim near the shore when the water is calm.”

Penny’s heart raced with excitement as the dolphin leaped out of the water in a graceful arc before splashing back down, sending gentle ripples across the surface. “A dolphin! It’s beautiful,” she breathed, grinning widely. The dolphin swam back to her, almost as if encouraging her to continue her ride.

She couldn’t help but laugh, filled with joy at the sight. “This is the best beach day ever!” Penny cheered, balancing on her board with the dolphin swimming happily by her side, as if it was part of the fun.

Crash, seeing the playful dolphin from a distance, whooped excitedly and began mimicking its jumps from his own surfboard, diving into the water with exaggerated splashes, while Coco stopped chasing after her robot to admire the new guest. The entire beach seemed to come alive with energy, and for Penny, riding the waves alongside the friendly dolphin made the moment truly unforgettable.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the sky, the group gathered on the beach to relax after their eventful day. Penny, still buzzing from the thrill of surfing, sat beside Crash on the soft sand. She looked over at him, feeling a surge of gratitude for his endless enthusiasm and patience.

“Thanks for being such a good teacher today, Crash,” Penny said with a smile, her voice filled with appreciation. 

Crash grinned widely, his usual playful energy returning as he scooped up a handful of water and splashed it at her. Penny let out an exaggerated gasp before laughing and retaliating with her own splash, sending droplets flying toward him. They both broke into laughter, their playful rivalry continuing even in their exhaustion.

Nearby, Coco proudly displayed the collection of rare seashells she had gathered, thanks to her newly behaving seashell-collecting robot. “Look at these! Aren’t they amazing?” she beamed, holding up a particularly vibrant shell that shimmered in the fading light. “This one is super rare. I’ll call today’s test a success!” Her robot, now obedient and calm, trundled around in the sand beside her, as if pleased with its own contribution.

Aku-Aku hovered peacefully nearby, his eyes reflecting the soft colors of the setting sun. “It’s been a wonderful day,” he said, his wise tone filled with warmth. “A perfect reminder that even amidst our busy lives, we must take time to enjoy the simple pleasures.”

Crash, finally giving in to the day’s exhaustion, stretched out on the sand, folding his arms behind his head as he gazed up at the sky. His usual boundless energy had been well-spent, but the contented smile on his face said it all.

Penny leaned back, joining him in the sand, her heart full. She glanced over at her friends, thinking about how much fun she’d had learning to surf, laughing at Coco’s quirky robot, and enjoying the ocean’s beauty. It wasn’t just about mastering a new skill, but about the joy of spending the day with people she cared about.

As the sun dipped lower and the sky turned from gold to deep orange, they all sat in companionable silence, watching the last rays of light fade into the horizon. The day had been full of fun, chaos, and adventure, but now, in this quiet moment, they were together, content and at peace.

Penny closed her eyes for a moment, letting the gentle sound of the waves wash over her. She smiled, thinking that days like this—full of laughter, new experiences, and the company of good friends—were the ones that made everything worthwhile.

{2,247 words}

Chapter Five

Chapter Seven

[moechies]

yvvie honey i have a question for you…….. i saw u write for shuji n i wna ask do u think he’d be mean or sweet in bed ……..

i think he’s the worst aku bbie…

mister shuji is definitely in between me finks , because he loves to make you feel so good but he’s gotta make fun of you a little :< tease you and mock you till you cry pretty tears, and he’ll kiss them all up when you’re hiccupin’ so hard that you can’t even babble his name right anymore.

cw nsfw praise littl dubcon (?) not rlly but ! shuji loves coddling u :>

“shuji—“

“what is it doll ? fuckin’ messy girl.” he growls at the pool of slick below your blushed butt, cunny drooling non stop with a viscous mixture of your two’s cum.

“y—you’re bein’ s’mean!” you hiccup, forearm dropping across your face to hide away from the man. he’s merciless just as his words are when he presses his chubby cock head back into your sobbing cunt, letting out a loud chuckle when you gasp in a shock. “shuji, n’more!”

you’re embarrassed all around; from the loud squelches eliciting from your sopped cunt, to his degrading words.

“no, y’r gonna have to take more, hon. look at how well y’r doing. aww,” he shuffles closer to you, pressing his chest against yours. he groans feeling your pert nipples press against his tender skin, sensitive from overstimulating himself.

he tugs away the pliant forearm from your face, a thumb coming to swipe away those pretty little tears he adores a bit too much. he’s slow with his hips, but hits deep, and it feels fucking great.

“n—need your help, wanna cum. shuji, h-help me, please!” you whine, pulling on his arm gently towards where you two connect.

“oh, ya need me here don’t you?” his lithe fingers titter across your thigh, giving your swollen clit a mean pinch. you twitch and yelp at the pressure, chest boasting up against his in a shock. “h—help me.” you cry.

“angel girl, ask nice.” he tsks, giving your clit another mean pinch. you writhe under him this time, but he keeps you still and lodged against his heavy cock.

“but.. i did, shuji, please..” crystalline tears begin to build against your waterline yet again, edging the satisfaction of a breathtaking orgasm. “please touch m’clit, please, i need yo— you t’help me cum!”

he hums in content, a soft thumb pressing at the sensitive nub. you gasp, but the sensation slowly turns pleasurable once he starts swiping over your clit sloppily, pacing himself with his thrusts.

“good girl, hm? such a sweet little angel baby. now take it and make shuji proud. got it ?”

[venelona]

I polished my gif of how I envision reunion happening

(referenced from a gif from 'beyond the boundary')