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luvkun4 · 1 year

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒

IF YOU REALLY THINK THAT YOU CAN STOMACH ME :: Daichi Sawamura

⊱ summary ─── Costume trying gets Daichi a little too excited.

⊱ warnings ─── fem!reader, smut, established relationship, semi-public sex (dressing room), some clit stim, not much prep, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, pretty tame/vanilla stuff, super abrupt ending, not proofread

⊱ word count ─── 1.1k

a/n: my entry for @discordkittenjoestar halloween collab !! i had like three other ideas for this fic but ultimately left it relatively short & simple. hopefully it doesn't suck ass, but y'know, you win some you lose some

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, MINORS DNI!

“So which one do I try first?” you ask, holding up two separate costumes with an almost mischievous smile.

Daichi observes them both — a skimpy cheerleader or a sexy cop, you sure were a woman after his heart.

He chuckles, “Whichever one you’d like. You’ll look amazing in both.”

You huff, amused. He was sweet, but that didn’t answer your question. You picked these specifically for him, knowing he had to favorite at least one of them more than the other. Of course, he’d keep his true opinions to himself until he actually saw you in them, though.

“I’ll decide myself then,” you grin, grabbing his wrist and leading him to the dressing rooms, “C’mon.”

“Woah woah, slow down missy,” he utters, stopping you in your tracks, “You can come out and show me — I’m not allowed in there with you.” “Says who?” you question, a devious grin plastered across your face.

He rolls his eyes with a sigh, as if he’s been defeated, deciding that you had a point he couldn’t really argue against.

“Maybe I just want my boyfriend to help me get dressed,” you tease, winking at him as you drag him into the changing room.

You set your things up and lock the door, not wasting any time undressing. Daichi respectfully turns his back towards you — despite how many times he’s seen you naked, he still gives you your privacy when changing. You could’ve said something, could’ve told him that it was okay to look or that you even wanted him to, but you don’t bother.

You tap his shoulder lightly when you’re done, now dressed in the cheerleader costume you had picked out. He turns around and blushes, expecting you to look good yet still surprised to see how good you actually looked. The man clears his throat, giving you a quick up-down look.

“You’re stunning,” he says, his eyes lingering on your body.

The top was cropped, showing a bit of your stomach, while the skirt was much shorter than any “normal” skirt he’s ever seen. The costume as a whole was anything but modest, and quite frankly, Daichi couldn’t get enough of it.

“You like it?” you ask, a somewhat alluring tone to your voice.

You step forward and his hands are immediately on your waist, giving you a squeeze.

“I love it,” he whispers, tenderly kissing you.

It was intended to be nothing more than an innocent peck, yet you take the opportunity to hold him there, cupping his cheek and deepening the kiss. He inhales sharply, giving your waist another squeeze.

Daichi always fell victim to your advances, unable to stop himself from slipping his tongue into your mouth as soon as your lips were on his. Typically, it’d take a little more to get him to give in, still, he’d be lying to himself if he said what you were wearing wasn’t doing something to him.

He’d never admit it, but, before you even tried the costume on, he was already thinking lewd things about you and how you’d look. And the way he sneaks his hands under your top as he kisses you couldn’t have made that fact any more apparent.

You whimper into the languid kiss, smirking against his lips when he pulls you closer. His palms drag down your sides to your ass, groping you needily. He groans, repeating his previous action and bucking his hips forward to grind against you. You could feel him growing under his pants, taking it upon yourself to hook a leg over his hip.

“You drive me crazy,” he mumbles, nibbling your lower lip with a moan.

Daichi flips your position ever so slightly, moving so your back is against the wall instead of his. His lips travel across your jaw and down your neck, while his hands massage your hips from under your skirt.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” he asks, a knowing smirk on his face.

Daichi starts to suck a bruise on your neck before you can answer, eliciting a whiny “maybe.” He hums, knowing all too well what you were up to when you dragged him in here. Considering you chose such skimpy costumes to try on, it made sense you had ulterior motives.

Such antics in a place like this weren’t expected, not that Daichi would complain. He understood fooling around in a public place like this wasn’t allowed, still, the thrill of doing something prohibited admittedly had him excited. It’s not like you’d get caught anyway, as long as you kept quiet.

Said task of “keeping quiet” was rather difficult, considering Daichi’s unmistakeable bulge was pressing against your clit through all your clothes. Your arms are draped over his shoulders and your leg remains locked on his hip, giving him easy access to rut against you. His hands can’t seem to stay in one place, running across the slope of your waist to the plush of your ass.

He’s soon slipping his hand into your panties, rubbing circles into your sensitive clit. His fingers were warm, both because his hands were natural heaters and because he had warmed them in his mouth moments ago. His fingers slide through your folds, a mix of his spit and your arousal aiding the pleasure his actions brought.

His lips find yours to stifle the moan you let out, his own groan rumbling through you. He mumbles something about how you’re soaked, teasing that he bets you can’t wait to have him stretch you out. And of course, that wasn’t far from the truth. You whisper that you need him, cupping his nape and kissing along his jaw. Daichi smiles softly, gently setting you down.

“Be good for me, alright?” he asks, tenderly kissing you as he tugs your panties to the floor.

You giggle out of excitement, intently watching him undo slacks. His boxers are on the floor just as quickly, and he’s soon picking you up to resume your previous position. Both your legs are wrapped around him, your arms around his neck while he situates himself between your thighs.

Daichi utters a swear when the head of his cock pushes into you, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place. He rests his forehead against yours, kissing you to catch your moan. He stands there a second, reveling in the feeling of your tight walls hugging him before moving. You don’t wait much longer to give him the OK, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck when he starts bucking his hips.

Daichi mumbles some praise, keeping the steady pace he set for himself. In that moment it felt as if you were at home, completely forgetting that you definitely weren’t. The smallest taste of him made your mind go blank — it never took long for your brain to focus on the way he made you feel. And Daichi was losing himself in you all the same.

taglist! [ @bleubrri @erwnsmith @bunnyyamor @wh0reforlevi @kingdaddydaichi ]

#iyrtycsm collab #[ one shots ]#haikyuu!!#daichi sawamura #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #daichi x reader

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iicarussea · 10 months

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and if we blink, we stand to miss this

this is my dnd character for a campaign im dming :D their name is Wil Daice and they're a changeling

closeup + the og leyendecker i used as a ref

#dnd #oc #digital painting #this was done in ibispaintx and too 5 hrs of my life but it was SO worth it #absolutely in love with my own artwork man #my art

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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↣ title: of and for gods - chapter IV ৹ { chapter III ৹ chapter V }

↣ pairing: daichi sawamura x f!reader

↣ wc: 3.5k

↣ warnings: nsfw, mdni, (voluntary) servitude, (mention of) sex party/orgy, jealousy, angst, (mention of) death/killing

↣ notes: loosely inspired by eros (and psyche, incidentally). if you'd like to be tagged in future installments, hit a bitch up with a dm or ask.

↣ tagging: @briokayama @kagejima @lanaxians-2

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One of the few drawbacks to being a house servant in Daichi’s estate was that you weren’t allowed to speak to him. Otherwise, it was a pretty sweet deal. He was one of the best gods for which to serve in terms of how well he treated his help. He provided some of the nicest sleeping quarters and he had a zero-tolerance policy for any sort of maltreatment or abuse among his staff.

You had been paired with a more seasoned servant who had been showing you around, explaining your duties, and teaching you how to clean to spec. On your second day you were scrubbing the marble floors with her when Daichi entered the room. Thinking nothing of it, you stopped and spoke to him as naturally as you had back in your garden. You’d barely said hello when your work partner yanked you back down by your wrist, quietly chastising you for being out of line.

It was difficult for Daichi to refrain from correcting her, but rules were rules. Things were structured the way they were for a reason and if he were to allow you to speak to him so freely it would throw the entire order into chaos.

He gave you a subtle nod and kept walking as you watched, longing to once again hear him breathe kind words into your ear; to feel his rough hands on your delicate skin.

But there was nothing for it. This was your new life. You always had a choice and you’d have to live with the one you made for as long as you chose to stand by it.

A couple of weeks later you’d become more comfortable in your new role. You’d established a routine of rising early, helping with breakfast preparation, and performing various cleaning tasks before helping in the kitchen again in the evenings.

You mostly thought of your family, often fighting back tears of grief or hiding inside broom closets to cry when you lost that battle. As a distraction, you’d often allow your mind to wander off with thoughts of your new host. It wasn’t the best of circumstances considering you weren’t even allowed to address him, but at least he was alive and there. You knew you were safe, had a place to call home, and most of your basic needs were met.

You were so lost in such thoughts that you let out a soft yelp when you were suddenly pulled through a nearby doorway. The door slammed and locked behind you. You were spun around with your back against the wall to find those familiar warm, brown eyes bearing into yours.

“Daic-“ you started before his large, calloused hand covered your mouth. He raised his index finger to his lips much as he’d done just before kissing you in your bedroom a few weeks ago.

“I don’t have long, but I needed to see you,” he whispered urgently. “We have to be quiet, okay?”

You nodded and when he removed his hand from your mouth, he was greeted with that beautiful smile of yours that he swore would be the death of him.

Gods, it was good to hear his voice again. Your skin tingled when his hands dragged their way down your arms before wrapping around your waist.

He moved in closer as your hands trailed up along his chest and over his thick shoulders. He dipped his head down and captured your lips in a needy kiss, his breath ragged as though he’d run for miles just to taste you again.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, (y/n),” he confessed between kisses. Pulling you closer against him, he cupped your face in the palm of his hand.

“I miss talking like we once did.” Your fingers slid up from the nape of his tanned neck and into his short, dark hair. “I miss you, Daichi,” you whispered into his mouth.

With his forehead pressed against yours he pulled back from your lips, both of you out of breath from the heavy kissing. He squeezed the fat around your hips. “Are you okay? Do you need anything? Are you being treated well?”

You smiled at his obvious level of concern for your well-being and nodded. “I’m fine, Daichi, don’t worry. But…” Your gaze fell. “I still really miss them.”

He frowned. “I know,” he breathed, kissing you on the forehead. “What can I do?”

You held his wrist and kissed the inside of his palm. “Just…keep being here for me.”

He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.

You were deep in the midst of another passionate kiss when you heard a loud voice call out from down the hall. “(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Where are you, girl?”

You both recognized the voice of your supervisor and stopped kissing.

“You walk out first,” Daichi commanded under his breath. “Tell her you got lost. Got it?”

You gave a firm nod and straightened your hair and clothes as he went on. “I’ll leave a few minutes later when the coast is clear. I’ll need some time to get soft again anyway,” he said, winking at you as he adjusted himself.

You covered your mouth, gasping quietly at his boldness and playfully backhanding his bicep.

“(Y/n)!” Your supervisor’s voice was dangerously close.

Daichi glanced at the closed door behind which both of you were standing. “Go!”

You quickly pulled the door open, your broom in hand as you stepped out into the hallway and shut the heavy wooden door behind you.

“I’m here! I’m so glad you came looking for me. This place is huge and I got lost!”

She crossed her arms over her large bosom, obviously annoyed by your brief disappearance. She decided to give you the benefit of the doubt; you were still new after all.

A few moments later, the door clicked open as a single brown eye peered through the crack. Daichi felt like a fool sneaking around in his own home, but at the same time exhilarated by the danger of getting caught. It had been ages since he felt this strongly about a woman and the secretive nature of the whole affair made it all the more fun and exciting.

That little unexpected rendezvous with the god of sex gave you hope that maybe things between you didn’t have to end where they’d left off in your former home.

With a giddy pep in your step and a silly schoolgirl smile on your face, you wondered when you’d feel his weight against you again, his warm lips on yours. You would count the days until you could feel his deep, silky voice traveling straight from your ear down to the neglected space between your legs.

As for Daichi, he could sense the way you quietly whimpered his name as you laid in your bed at night, your fingers moving inside your moist heat and your thighs clamped down around your wrist. Those were the nights he fucked his concubines the hardest, his eyes screwed shut, imagining it was you crying out for him as they creamed around his thick cock while pawing at his chest.

From a corner of the great hall, you watched dozens of feet - some bare, most not - scuffing and dulling the shine of the marble floor. You thought of all the hard work you and a couple other servants had put in to make them pristine and dreaded having to do it all again early the next morning.

The guests - some bare, most not - were all in attendance for one of Daichi’s exclusive sex parties. The event was by invitation only and it appeared that the invitees were either royal, rich, or both. Their clothing - if they wore any - was of the highest quality; their bodies all adorned with dazzling jewels - precious metals and sparkling gemstones. A woman, naked and collared, followed behind a well-dressed man leading her by a golden leash.

Before the party began, you and your counterparts were warned not to stare, but averting your virgin eyes wasn’t an easy task given the scene before you.

A particularly intoxicated woman, who had apparently forgotten she was holding a drink in her hand, sloshed most of it out of her glass while speaking enthusiastically with other guests. You sighed, no one able to hear you among the various conversations and robust laughter filling the noisy room.

You politely made your way through the beautiful bodies to begin the cleanup process. The woman and her small audience stood aside to let you work as you got on your hands and knees to wipe up the spilled liquid. Thankfully it wasn’t much, but even a drop could potentially cause a fall on the sleek marble.

Just as you finished and began silently making your way back to your corner, the crowd broke into applause. You turned to see what all the fuss was about and saw Daichi approaching his guests. But he wasn’t alone.

On his left arm was a stunning woman nearly as tall as Daichi with shapely legs that went on for days. She wore a long, sheer linen gown with a slit at the hip that traveled down the length of the dress. Her pale blue eyes were beautiful, but cold; her long black hair luxurious, but ominous. And those full, blood-red painted lips could probably kill a man by uttering any word at all. Even you could barely take your eyes off her as an unfamiliar knot formed in your gut.

Daichi joined his party, greeting everyone - first as a group before making his way through the crowd to rub elbows and schmooze. Very few could put on social airs the way he could.

The great hall was constructed to include doors that provided privacy to smaller, adjacent rooms which were specifically designed for intimate entertainment. Shortly after making his appearance, Daichi’s guests began to break away from the crowd and enter these rooms. One of them was situated near the corner of the hall in which you were stationed. Not long afterwards, the occasional moan or gasp could be heard from the other side of the door.

Daichi remained in the common area, still talking with some of his guests, a drink in his hand and the beautiful temptress on his arm. The small group around him erupted into laughter, drawing your attention in time to see the Lord of the House stealing a glance at you with a warm smile. You brought a hooked finger to your lips to stifle your grin, his gaze burning a hole in your back when you turned around.

You did your best to ignore his presence, but the air between you was heavy with tension. You didn’t like the way you felt about this other woman hanging on him, so you tried to avoid looking at them at all. Through the thinned-out crowd you could hear Daichi’s voice behind you, deep and smooth, as he entertained his guests.

You hazarded a peek in his direction to find his chocolate-brown eyes scanning your body. He licked his lips, wondering if he’d ever get the chance to taste you. Heat rose to the tops of your cheeks as he devoured you with his eyes. It didn’t take long for the temptress to take notice of the stolen glances. She started to watch you.

The next time you glanced over at Daichi he wasn’t looking at you, but that woman was. Her cold, blue eyes shot icy daggers at you, piercing your confidence as she began rubbing Daichi’s chest, still staring at you. She was laying her claim, sending an unspoken yet resounding message that she was the one on his arm tonight, not you.

It was painful to watch, but you couldn’t look away when she pressed her ruby lips to Daichi’s ear, obviously whispering something to him. He smirked, excusing himself from the conversation before leading her by the hand to one of the other rooms from whence moans were pouring.

The door opened and closed quickly, but you caught a glimpse of several naked bodies all engaged in various sexual acts. Your mouth hung open at the sight of a woman straddling a man, her bare breasts bouncing as she rode his cock. Stunned as you were - you’d never seen anything like that - you didn’t notice Daichi’s eyes on you before closing the door behind him.

These orgies always went on well into the following morning. The twilight crew of servants, who had the most experience with working around naked bodies relieved the evening crew, finally giving you reprieve to retire to your modest sleep quarters.

Why it bothered you so much to see Daichi with another woman didn’t make sense. You knew from the first time you laid eyes on him who he was and what he was about. But knowing something and seeing it are two different things. Perhaps you could handle the idea of Daichi being with other women, but not the reality. Particularly when you were on this side of the door. Was this how it felt to be forsaken by a god?

You tossed and turned, trying to stop your rampant imagination from filling your head with visions of Daichi and that mystery woman. You wondered what they were doing at that very moment, your heart reeling at the possibilities.

The tears that had been burning around the edges of your eyes began to fall. You’d been such a foolish girl. To think that the god of sex regarded you as anything more than another conquest had been stupid. Sure, he’d been sweet and attentive towards you; he’d even saved your life and taken you in after you lost your home and family. But you’d heard stories of men going to far greater lengths in hopes of gaining a woman’s favor, only to disappear or act entirely disinterested after she finally gave into his wiles and spread her legs for him.

After watching him court one of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen, you realized how stupid you’d been to think that you stood a chance with him. He wore her proudly on his arm, like a trophy. You were a simple farm girl. With options of that caliber, why would he ever choose to be seen with the likes of you?

You rolled over, sniffling as your tears stained your pillow. You’d been sorely disillusioned. It was time to face reality and accept that you were nothing special to him. You were grateful that you hadn’t laid down with him; that you’d spared yourself from the loss of your innocence right along with your dignity. Your heart was broken, but at least you hadn’t become just another notch on his maimed bedpost.

Mercy had been on your side since the night of the party. For the past couple of days you had managed to avoid Daichi. His absence had helped to ease the pain in your heart. Tonight, however, it seemed your luck had run out.

You were in Daichi’s study, praying to whatever deities would listen that he wouldn’t find you in there. You’d nearly finished dusting the fireplace mantle when you heard the door close and latch behind you. Your heart dropped to your toes when you heard him breathe a sigh of relief.

“There you are, (y/n). Been looking all over for you,” he beamed.

You climbed down the small ladder upon which you’d been standing. You tried to gather your supplies and leave as quickly as possible, but he wrapped his large hands around your waist and began to plant small kisses along the elegant bend of your neck.

“Turn and face me,” he ordered; you obeyed. With his thumbs resting in front of your ears he lowered his face to yours, but you turned your head away when he tried to kiss you.

He pulled back. “(Y/n)?”

Your inhales were audible as you took deep breaths through your nose and tried to steel your nerves. “My Lord?”

Daichi flinched at the impersonal title. He moved to meet your gaze, but your eyes shifted in avoidance. “Why are you speaking so formally? You know that’s not necessary.”

“I beg your pardon, My Lord. I should never have spoken to you out of turn.” Your tone was flat, as though you were reciting the words. “It was insolent and presumptuous on my part.”

“(Y/n), look at me.” Daichi tilted his head. “This is about the other night, isn’t it?”

You closed your eyes and nodded. “I did not know my place before, My Lord. Please forgive me.”

“Forgive y-? Your place?” Daichi’s brows furrowed deeply as the first hairline crack spread across his heart like the thinning layer of lake ice on the first day of spring. “(Y/n),” he whispered, his fingers tucking a loose strand of your (color) hair away. “She is nothing more than a concubine. Would that it were you by my side instead.”

“What?” Your eyes sharpened at him. “And be nothing more than a concubine?”

“That’s not what I meant. You’re already much more than that to me.”

Your heart leapt at his statement, but you would not allow mere words to deter you from your resolve. “Talk is cheap, particularly from the ultimate playboy.”

“I’ve done a hell of a lot more than talk, (y/n). When I caught wind of the raid, I made haste to your cottage. I personally searched for you and your family. I saved your life and took you in when you requested it. I ripped apart the men who killed your family and destroyed your village. I castrated the men who dared touch you without your consent!”

Your eyes widened. You had no idea he’d killed for you. But you remembered the tales of past wars that had been waged as a show of sexual dominance. “Men have done much worse to get a piece of ass…” you retorted, heart reeling.

Daichi’s brow knitted in anger, casting a shadow over his dark eyes. “I am not a man,” he growled. “I am a god. Do you take me for a liar? Think you the deity of carnal desire must resort to cheap tricks and manipulation to get a ‘piece of ass’? Hm? Never have I nor will I ever desecrate the sanctity of sex by employing such underhanded means to that end. It’s simply unnecessary. Since the beginning of time itself I’ve never been rejected,” he scolded. His glare dipped down along your body before meeting your eyes again. “Until now.”

You swallowed, silently cursing yourself, remembering your place yet again. “Apologies, My Lord. I should not have spoken so disrespectfully.”

“Will you cut the ‘My Lord’ shit already? You call me Daichi. Can you not even utter my name?”

“Please,” your voice trembled. “I’ve lingered here far too long. She will be looking for me. May I be excused?”

Daichi backed away, his hands falling from your cheeks to his sides, defeated. Countless legions of men have bowed before him, but you…to you the god surrendered and moved aside. You quickly picked up your things and scurried out of the room, leaving Daichi standing there with an awful pain in his chest, the likes of which he hadn’t felt in millennia.

You ducked inside the first storage closet you could find and wept, unable to draw a full breath between sobs. Fighting the urge to give yourself over to him had taken every fiber of your self-control. You wanted him beyond any doubt, but the best you could ever hope for was to be one of his many lovers. ‘You’re already much more than that to me.’ What had he meant by that? Of all things, why did he have to be the god of sex? Why couldn’t he just be a man; a farm hand or a simple shepherd boy?

No matter. Daichi, god of sex and carnal love, had never wed and had no apparent intent to ever do so. He was what he was and monogamy was just something he wasn’t built for.

That night, Daichi didn’t send for his harem. He wanted to be alone. He laid in bed awake, haunted by the vacancy in your eyes and the apathy in your voice. How could you call to him, smile at him, kiss and touch him the way you’d always done only to cast him away with such cold indifference? You knew of his nature from the start so why did it matter now? What changed? But perhaps what troubled him the most is why he cared for you so much in the first place. Pure lust had led to interest, which in turn had quickly grown into sincere affection and concern for you. The one woman he wanted the most was the only one - mortal or goddess - who’d ever rejected him. Figures.

He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, his soft brown eyes sliding shut as he murmured, “Sooner or later, (y/n), I will have you and claim you as my own.”

↢ chapter III ৹ chapter V ↣

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pulaasul · 1 year

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Protected

儚くたゆたう世界を君の手で守ったから Hakanaku tayutau sekai wo kimi no te de mamottakara You protected this empty wavering world with your own hands.

- Kimi no Kioku (Persona 3 Ending Song)

As Keiwa fell from the floating city, he found himself waking up on top of the floating platform not unlike the DGP uses. There he was met with his inner demon and they discuss a contract.

A/N: The mention of the Igarashis in the fic is taken from the information the KR wiki has available, even if I think it's not factual.

Special shout outs to @tokuteasings and @flaim-ita @maou-the-tree @kn96artworks @askrikkaiandhyotei because some of their anons’ questions inspired this fic.

A Special shout out to @rainixdra for helping me brainstorm ideas XD

FFN I Ao3

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Keiwa knew that by the time Michinaga released his hold on him, he knew he was going to die, to be absorbed by the imitation of the goddess the Jamato Grand Prix has created.

He felt his bodily functions cease before his vision turned dark.

Keiwa found himself waking up.

Waking up? Do dead people just wake up?

Keiwa nonetheless opened his eyes only to find himself on a platform not unlike the launching platform for the Desire Grand Prix. A number of holographic screens displayed Keiwa's life as he lived them, including the time when his desires were taken away.

That's right, the goddess had taken his desires the first time too.

"For world peace." A hauntingly familiar voice echoed through the supposed open platform. "A noble goal so to speak, but where did it lead us."

Keiwa turned around and saw his inner demon, dressed in black alongside the earrings that he knew he doesn't own.

An aspect of himself that, as the Igarashi family told him, needs to be accepted and not to be rejected.

"Better than where it led Michi-"

"Buffa."

"Wha-"

"Call him Buffa, after all the chances we've given him, in the end, he's the one who killed you," Keiwa's inner demon interjected. "You were angry when he revealed his allegiances to the Jamato, the things that killed your – our – parents."

"But tha-"

"Excuses," The inner demon scoffed. "He's happily crossing over the line you have vowed to never cross time and time again."

"'You', wai-."

"If there is one thing Buffa is correct about, it's that sacrifices are needed."

"But that's not right!"

"You're also correct." The inner demon nodded. "In that Buffa is indiscriminate in his sacrifices, there are people who deserved to be sacrificed more than others."

"No one deserves to be sacrificed!" Keiwa yelled at his inner demon. "Not me, not Ace, not Neon-chan, and certainly not Michina-"

"Buffa!" The inner demon yelled. "That bull lost our respect!"

"Fine! Buffa doesn't deserve to be sacrificed to reach our ideal world!"

"Remember Kekera-san's words, 'for one to be rich, others need to be poor'." The inner demon shared. "Everyone knows that, the girl you and your sister tried to reassure learned that, it's time that you learn that as well, Keiwa."

"What would you have me do?"

"Don't get the wrong idea, we share the same goal," The inner demon stepped forward. "Despite our opposing nature, we both share the same ideals, world peace."

"But."

"But we don't share the same methodology," The inner demon was now face to face with Keiwa. "Let me show you how it's done, let me show you how we can finally achieve world peace."

"But…"

"Don't you want to have your wishes granted, for your parents to witness your sister's wedding, for Taira-san to see his son again, for the other eliminated Kamen Riders to return to life which includes Buffa's friend who was unfairly eliminated, for world peace?"

Keiwa simply nodded.

"Then let me."

Keiwa closed his eyes before he collapsed on the floor, as the inner demon, who previously shared Keiwa's appearance, transformed into a life-sized version of the goddess of evil as she faded into Keiwa's body.

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"Wha- Who's there!"

Daichi was vigilant when he heard some sounds inside the abandoned factory the Jamato faction has inhabited.

As Daichi walked around, trying to find the source of the sound, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar and dragged across the area, hitting anything and everything.

He was suddenly slammed against a wall and saw who his attacker was.

"Impossible!" Daichi yelled. "Buffa eliminated you."

Daichi's assailant remained silent and slammed the helpless man to the floor before kicking him for good measure.

"The animal of hell is manifest, and it's sparrow." The assailant, in a hauntingly familiar voice, stated.

The assailant left the premises leaving a bloodied and unconscious Isuzu Daichi in their wake.

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As Ace and Michinaga faced each other, with no one else in sight, they saw someone familiar walking towards them.

"Eh, I thought you eliminated Tycoon, Buffa?" Ace taunted.

"Whoever that person is, he's not Tycoon." Michinaga scoffed.

Indeed the person walking towards the duo was Sakurai Keiwa, but he was dressed in dark clothes and wore earrings that none of them knew he owned.

"Oh, you're that confident in your answer when the opposite is staring us in the face?"

"The animal of hell manifests, and it's fox." Keiwa's doppelganger declared.

"Wha-"

The Keiwa in dark clothes rushed at Ace and began delivering a series of punches and kicks at the younger man.

"Tycoon, get a hold of yourself!" Ace tried to reason

That moment was the only moment Keiwa's look-a-like needed to kick Ace, hard, that the latter was thrown to the wall.

"Wha-"

"If I hadn't managed to block that, it could have been worse." Ace realized as he jumped a few paces back to gain some distance between himself and his assailant.

"Set."

An unfamiliar buckle was equipped onto the driver.

"Oi, Geats, what's the buckle?" Michinaga called attention to the buckle.

"I haven't seen that buckle before."

"Yokai"

"Yokai, that's not a weapon."

"Ready, fight!"

"Zombie isn't a weapon either."

Keiwa's doppelganger donned a black version of his helmet with red eyes and a pink mouthpiece. The chest plate on his torso resembled an open mouthpiece with jagged teeth with black all around while his pauldrons were simply black but his arm guards were pink.

Tycoon Yokai form rushed at Ace at breakneck speeds, easily going behind the man.

Ace was quick to dodge any and all strikes the formerly green Rider dished out but he can't keep this up.

"Boost Mark II!"

"What did you do to Tycoon, Buffa?"

Ace and the Black-helmeted Tycoon traded blows and none of Geats's attacks hit the mark while his opponent was always close to hitting him if not for his reflexes.

"Why are you insisting that this impostor is Tycoon, I got rid of Tycoon and whoever this is, is not him."

"Now is the time for judgment, choose your color." Bells rang and the Black-helmeted Tycoon stopped his attacks and de-transformed back into his black clothes and walked away.

"What?"

"Could it be?" Ace looked at Keiwa's retreating form.

"Heh, so the Tanuki returns and is now at the goddess's beck and call?" Beroba stated her observations. "Just goes to show that even he has a breaking point, this is exciting."

"Did you plan this, Beroba?" Michinaga demanded. "You're telling me that was Tycoon?"

"What's this, you're not privy to the details of the game, Buffa?" Ace questioned.

"I was as surprised as you all when I saw Nadge-Sparrow's bloodied form in the base," Beroba skipped away. "Heard it from the victim himself before he disappeared in bubbles."

"So even the Jamato faction isn't immune to the goddess's whims."

"This makes it more exciting."

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"The color of hell manifests, and it's yellow."

Niram was quick to dodge the attack coming for him.

"Tycoon," Niram observed. "Being a slave to the Jamato ruins the immersion of this reality as such you shall be eliminated."

"Not so fast producer-san."

A new arrival stopped Niram from transforming; however, this did not stop Tycoon from attacking DGP's producer.

"I would appreciate it if audience members kept to themselves in the audience area." Niram glared at the audience member as he dodged each and every attack coming for him.

"I want to try something before you do something."

"Fine, suit yourself." Niram stepped back as the man transformed into a giant frog.

"Kekera Loading.

Ready, Fight!"

Kekera bounced around in his gigantic frog form before he fired green rectangle-shaped projectiles that trapped the attacking Tycoon look-a-like. He dropped activated something before dropping it above Tycoon.

"Tanuki"

That something turned out to be a ViStamp that hit Tycoon's shoulders. The contact separated something from Tycoon's body, it's someone who looks like Keiwa but wearing all black.

"We meet, at last, Sakurai Keiwa's inner demon." Kekera got out of his gigantic frog form and turned into a human.

"Kekera." The inner demon acknowledged.

"Care to tell us how this happened? Tycoon, at least Tycoon's body is a slave to the Jamato."

"Correction, not a slave but the goddess of evil herself has possessed that idiot."

"Pardon? The goddess, that imitation of a goddess?"

"Like you said, an imitation and that imitation has gained its own sentience fueled by the game master's malicious ideals." The inner demon rolled his eyes.

"Tycoon must lack mental fortitude for this to happen at all."

"I understand that neither of you might understand this, but the girl he saved from dying pushed another man to save herself, that kind of world-shattering scene could easily make someone as idealistic as that idiot to question himself."

"But he fought back."

"He fought back alright, being in the goddess domain, sent there by the hypocritical bull himself, waned down all of his – our – defenses, and we're stuck watching our body attack anyone and every one the goddess pleases."

"That's impossible, the goddess doesn't have that kind of power?"

"While we're talking about the power of the goddesses, seeing as we don't have a guarantee of returning until Geats has found a way to release us from the goddess's hold, care to tell us about the goddess?"

"What will you do with the answer?"

"Nothing, we're as good as dead, a zombie, like Buffa currently is."

"What do you know?" Niram raised an eyebrow.

"Mitsume, Ace's mother obtained a power that lets herself be with someone from the past and bear a child, Ace, and that power sacrifices the happiness of a lot of people and she's still using it to help the DGP grant outrageous wishes."

"The goddess is a statue, she has no will of her own, I don't know from where you got your information but it's severely lacking and incorrect."

"Good to know." The inner demon smirked. "I suggest that you both disappear from here, the goddess has been trying her hardest to pull me back into the body, it likely thinks that it's incomplete without me there."

"Probably because it took your form to convince your other half to let her in."

"That makes sense, now scram."

Both Kekera and Niram were nowhere to be found as soon the green squares that trapped Tycoon shattered.

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"The animal of hell manifests, and it's fox." Keiwa, still dressed in dark clothes, stated as Ace stepped forward, ready for anything.

"Are you really going to do this, Tycoon?" Ace questioned as he equipped the Laser Raise Riser and Boost MK II buckles on his driver.

Keiwa didn't respond with words but by equipping himself with the Yokai Buckle.

"Laser Boost, Ready…"

"Yokai, Ready…"

"Fight!"

As soon as the word 'fight' was stated both combatants rushed at each other. They traded blows, with none of their attacks landing its mark.

However as time passed, Tycoon managed to slip past Geats's guard and kick the man's abdomen, launching him to the wall.

"Tycoon was about to rush towards Geats's recovering form when he abruptly stopped."

"Mou! Enough!" Tycoon exclaimed. "I'm not some robot that you could control around!"

"Don't you want your wishes to be achieved?"

"Stop using my voice and my likeness to control me and pretend to be my inner demon!" Tycoon forcibly removed the Yokai buckle from his driver, freeing him from the goddess's control and detransforming him back into black clothes. "I'm sick of just watching you do what you like when I don't want to!"

"Error, error." The Yokai buckle projected an image of Keiwa that glitched into the image of the goddess before it projected an image of an amalgamation of Keiwa's and the goddess's image.

"Gross." Keiwa gagged.

"Human has ejected us, incalculable, impossible." The amalgamated image of Keiwa and the goddess looked at Keiwa in the eyes. "Without us, you will die, incomprehensible."

"I don't care!" Keiwa yelled. "I'd rather die being my own person than being eliminated because I was controlled by you."

"Incomprehensible, improbable."

"Is that really the goddess?" Ace couldn't help but question the fact he has. "If that is really an imitation of the Goddess of Creation, then it shouldn't be acting that way."

"It is and it isn't." Keiwa shook his head. "But that doesn't matter now."

"What?"

"The only way to defeat the goddess is to destroy that giant statue," Keiwa pointed at the statue. "It has a lot of defenses I'll make an opening for you and strike at it's head."

"But what about you?"

"I'm on borrowed time, Ace, removing the Yokai buckle started the timer, and we don't have much time."

"You will die, with no hope of returning."

"I'm already dead, Ace."

-----

With help from Keiwa in his Command form, Ace was able to destroy the goddess by slicing its head clean off.

As soon as both Keiwa and Ace detransformed out of their suits, Keiwa immediately began to turn into a number of bubbles.

"Tycoon."

'One last favor, Ace," Keiwa retrieved a purple paper shuriken from his person. "Please give this to my sister."

"But…"

"It's a good thing she won't see me die a second time," Keiwa smiled. "I couldn't put her through that again especially after she witnessed Mom and Dad's deaths."

"I'm so-"

"Don't worry about it," Keiwa shook his head. "It's not like you asked to be born, you were simply an innocent product from the sacrifices that were made."

"But you, your family…"

"It's no good crying over spilled milk, Ace." Keiwa smiled. "I leave the world in your capable hands."

Ace watched his friend disintegrate into bubbles that floated to the sky.

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Ace knocked on the door to the Sakurais' apartment. He knew he had to fulfill Tycoon's dying wish.

"Coming"

Ace could hear the slight whimper in the older sister's voice as she responded to his knock.

"A-ace-sama." The elder Sakurai's eyes widened as she haphazardly wiped the tears away from her eyes and face. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Tyco – no – Keiwa wanted you to have this."

Ace retrieved a purple shuriken from his person and showed it to Sara.

'No…" Sara shakily took the paper shuriken from Ace's hand before she placed it on her chest as tears streamed from her eyes once more. "Did he…"

Sara couldn't bear to continue the thought, Keiwa couldn't have, right?

"Did he… did he k-know he wasn't g-go-going"

The thought of continuing to ask the sentence felt like her heart was stabbed a million times. Sara wouldn't – couldn't – ask the question completely.

"I don't know," Ace shook his head. "He just wanted me to give that to you if something ever happened to him."

"T-thank you…" Sara tried so hard to smile at the man who took care of her brother's wishes. "I… I want to be alone, if you don't mind, Ace-sama."

"Of course." Ace nodded as he stepped back and let the elder Sakurai close the door.

As Ace proceeded to exit the apartment building, he could hear Sara wail and sob her heart out. All because of the goddess of creation, all because of her mother, a family is devoid of happiness.

A family is reduced to one.

#kamen rider geats #sakurai keiwa #sakurai sara #ukiyo ace #michinaga azuma #beroba #kekera #niram #story #protected #this is what i get when i try to cope #write more angst

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chipjrwibignaturals · 1 year

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the magical soul of alphonse may have left the vessel but you know who probably didn’t? that right MR DAICE BABY!!!!!! HERES HOW CLORTEN RETURNING CAN WIN!!!!!! <trying to cope with loss

#jrwilb

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the-alphonse · 1 month

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Btw that DAIce guy still has not left I have to fight him every day in my head

That’s why I’m not always in the present moment

#he keeps talking about ‘the house always wins’#it’s a house. it can’t do anything #unless the house is like me and is actually a Warforged soul that was built into a house #but other than that there is no reason for a house to be playing anything it can win #jrwi riptide #jrwi rp #is the ship

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onmywaytofanfic · 1 year

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Day 2: Diary

I know that I have been doing the wrong challenge, in terms of the year. But, I have already settled to do it with that one so... sorry

Words: 807 yes it is really short sorry. (Chokako's name is Chikako, but Reina as misspronounced it since she was a baby and everyone knows her by her misspronounced name. She actually likes it, finds it cute. Also, yes Chokako is a trans character and she stated her gender very early and since that moment everyone has addressed her with the correct pronouns and name. So, I hope that nobody comes talking about it so everything is clear. )

-Cho-The lovely lady smiled at her broadly, showing her teeth without shame - You will be in charge of Reina for today okey? - Cho replied laughing happily. - Yes, I am with the baby!! - shouted. She immediately took her humble sandals and started to walk around the compound towards the Aburame home. - Hello!!!! Good morning!!- shouted the girl who was just 5 years old. -Choo- could be heard equally vividly by a tiny squeaking voice. In the garden a toddler. Reina was wearing a shirt too big for her and her barefoot was touching the grass. She giggled when she saw her and started to run to her sister. Chokako hugged her firmly -Chookakoooooo - said the toddler who kept elongating the vowels laughing while doing so. Cho tried to take her in her arms, the soft voice of Takeo looked at them - Chokako are you going to help me with this rebellious bumblebee? - the tall man approached both girls holding a big guard, he then put it on his back. The girl smiled seriously - It’s today’s mission, sir yes sir - Reina was bubbling some words trying to imitate her.

The small group started their walk towards the rice fields. Reina did not have shoes for her, but the toddler seemed to not care about it. Chokako held her hand firmly while guiding her, they were straight behind Takeo. Aburames were usually in charge of everything related with the agriculture in that place, the overflow of chakra than the seed produced led quite usually to huge plagues that endangered the town’s supplies, or better said Kamo’s cargo. Aburames took good care of all of it, Chokako had lately accompanied her mothers to the repair and construction sites, learning the profession they would tell her; although it was more about learning about everything that was expected from her. However, today they need help keeping an eye on Reina. Nobody told her how, but Shiori’s serious face made her uncomfortable. Something happened, she was sure about it…but what?

-Apa apa gapa ? - said the toddler

-Let grandpa rest, ladybug - Chokako look at Reina

-Buna is ill?- Reina answered by munching her shirt. Nobody answered either of the toddlers. When they reached the rice field, Takehiko and Chio were already there. They just wave their hands.

-Girls, stay near me okey? - both nodded with their tiny heads. Takeo started to work as was expected of him. He took the guard off his back and opened the jar. He then did some signs using one hand and started to concentrate his chakra, some insects left his body and started to do their routine checking the state of those big fields. While the insects started to work on that, Takeo went into the rice puddles, and started to harvest the rice. The girls looked at him amazed

-Daice - laughed tiny Reina while giving little jumps. The man looked at both girls - Let me see your palms darlings - both girls offered their hands and the man put some rice on them

-Is brown? - said Chokako amazed by the look that unclean and unprocessed rice had before it was ready to be eaten. Reina tried to munch it - Nooo -shouted and took the rice off. A very agitated conversation started among both toddlers about why they shouldn’t eat that rice. Takeo laughed low and kept working.

After some hours the girls run out of ideas to play with. Takeo had cleaned almost a whole field, experience and the fact that he was a shinobi for real allowed him to work faster than any worker. He got closer to the girls - What are you doing? - they were drawing with a stick on the Earth.

-Is a picture of you! -

-PAPA - said Reina, sometimes she got her words right. He felt his heart break in two any time she said that word. - I should write that in a diary.

-What 's diary?

- It’s like a book, but the pages are empty and you write what you want there. Most people write about their day. - The tiny Chokako looked at the mud thinking - Let’s make a diary Reina

-Deina- repeated her. Both girls started to draw in the mud their own particular diary. Chokako could actually write her name and her clan name, but Reina just made a huge mess of sticks and figures.

-No Reina is not like that - reprehend the kid.

Those were good times, but not the best of them. They kept playing with the mud, practicing more their letters and stick figures, forgetting about the rumbling in their stomachs and about the sounds that visitors made to the rice fields. Forgetting that they were trapped there, so did Takeo.

Takeo Aburame teaching young Chokako Akimichi and Reina Aburame to write their names and family name.

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