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may i req the chocolate prompt with the antags!!! if the reqs r overwhelming then i'm fine with just kokichi (why do i feel like im the only one consistently asking for them LMAOAO)

chocolate aphrodisiac ft. kokichi oma (fem!reader version)

male!reader version

info: ⚠️nsfw!!, non-despair au, one-shot format, established relationship, reader is submissive, dubcon....?

a/n: foaming at the mouth i've been waiting for someone to ask for kokichi

also i will probably eventually do one for nagito! (but we are so backed up on requests rn)

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earlier today kokichi told you he was going to the store. usually the two of you do the shopping together, so you were suspicious when he told you not to worry about helping out. nevertheless, you went about your afternoon routine while waiting for him to come back. you did the dishes, made the bed, and since kokichi was nice enough to do the weekly grocery shopping for you, you decided to cook a meal with what you had left.

as you're transferring the dishes to the kitchen table, you hear a familiar jingling sound, like keys.

he's home!

the doorknob turns, and in walks your boyfriend. when you round the corner to greet him, you notice that he only has one bag in his hand.

"where's the rest of the groceries?" you ask, and he bounds towards you, pulling you into a hug.

"i lied, i didn't actually go grocery shopping. sorry!" he smiles cheekily as you roll your eyes. now what are you supposed to do? you're almost out of food. "but," he continues, "i did get you a surprise. it's for later though, so you're not allowed to see it yet."

he pats your head, earning another eye roll, and you drag him to the kitchen. he sets the plastic bag down, but you can't see what's inside. you doubt he would let you look, anyway. when your boyfriend sees the large meal you made for him, his eyes light up.

"you made this for me?" he beams, eyeing up the dishes.

"i did it because i thought you were shopping for groceries. this is the last of our food," you complain, glaring at him. he sighs, without a care in the world, and wraps his arms around your waist. leaning into your ear, he whispers.

"i'll go shopping tomorrow, i promise. and you'll be too tired to go with me, anyways." he presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving you to wonder what he means. but you don't ask, because he is already sat at the table chowing down on the noodles you made. you follow, sitting down across from him and picking up your fork.

both your days were uneventful, so your dinner is spent pretty quietly. once both your plates are cleared, you get up to put the dishes in the sink, but he beats you to it.

"don't worry about any of the cleanup, i got it," he winks, setting the dishes down. you furrow your brows.

"what's your motive?" you ask. you're unconvinced that he would be this caring and thoughtful just because.

you watch your boyfriend turn the corner and fetch the plastic bag. you can't see what he takes out, he's hiding it, but you can hear the crumbling of a wrapper.

"i got dessert!" he grins, skipping back over to you. there is a chocolate bar in his palm. he breaks it in half, and hands one piece to you. you cock an eyebrow at him, but take it.

"a chocolate bar for dessert?" you ask, but bite into it anyways. kokichi waits for you to chew and swallow, before biting into his own piece. you catch a glint in his eyes, and his lips turn up into a smirk. he's making the usual face he makes when he is attempting something mischievous. but what the fuck would he have done to a chocolate bar?

maybe he's waiting for you to finish it to tell you it's made of bugs or something.

but no, it tastes good, and by the time you both finish the bar, it's like he forgot all about it... what is his plan?

kokichi takes care of the dishes while you settle down in bed to watch tv before going to sleep. it's not exactly close to the time you normally go to sleep, but it's dark and you don't have anything else to do for the day.

after ten minutes watching a silly show, your boyfriend pops into the room. he closes the bedroom door behind him, and approaches the bed. with no warning, he runs and jumps on top of you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"ah! kokichi, why-" you scream, startled by his sudden movement. the little shit lays on top of you, wrapping his arms around your torso.

"watcha watchin'?" he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you reach around to tangle your fingers in his hair, scratching his head.

"just some sitcom that was on," you shrug. kokichi turns his attention to the tv, and to your dismay, rolls over onto the mattress. he sits up for a second to take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

now, you've seen your boyfriend naked a thousand times. you've seen him in just his underwear a thousand more. it wasn't new. but for some reason, right now, you can feel yourself heating up. a familiar fluttery sensation twists your stomach, and your heart skips a beat. what the fuck? why are you getting so hot and bothered over something kokichi does every night? he always sleeps in his boxers.

whatever, you think to yourself, and shift your attention back to the sitcom.

a little less than a half hour later, the heat in the room is stifling, and you feel a tingling sensation between your legs. you sigh, rubbing your thighs together to create friction. it seems like kokichi has fallen asleep. he is facing away from you and hasn't moved in a while.

you frown, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. maybe if you turn down the a/c... you tiptoe out of the room, down the hall to the thermostat, and turn it down. when you turn around, you're met face to face with your boyfriend.

"shit!" you jump, instinctively backing up against the wall. kokichi cackles, slapping his knee as you clutch your chest. "kokichi, i thought you were asleep?"

he says nothing, and his expression goes quickly from humored to taunting. the corner of his mouth turns up, and he leans forward, effectively cornering you.

"...kokichi?" you whisper. with your bodies in such close proximity, you're reminded of the reason why you got out of bed in the first place. "fuck, why is it so hot? are you hot too?" you reach for the collar of your top and pull at it, fanning yourself.

kokichi reaches up and leans against the wall with his hand. "hot for you," he winks, sending a shiver down your spine.

"um-" you start, but he grabs your face roughly, cutting you off with a passionate kiss. when you two break apart, it feels like your world is spinning.

"uh, kichi, i don't feel so good," you mumble. your stomach is tightening and the butterflies are going haywire in your stomach. not to mention you're pretty sure your panties are soaked for some reason.

"oh yeah, that's my fault, my bad," he grins, fingers ghosting under the hem of your top. you shudder, anticipating his next move. he slides his hand under your shirt, up to your chest. your mouth falls open as he squeezes your breast.

"what do you mean... how is it your fault?" you breathe. kokichi rubs circles over your nipple, drawing out shaky breaths from you.

"i sort of, uh, gave you an aphrodisiac. i found it at the store and wanted to see what would happen. but don't worry! i took it too." you furrow your brows, leaning your head against the wall.

"the chocolate? what the hell, kokichi?" you moan, but do nothing as his hands trail down to the waistband of your pants. he presses up against you, and you can feel his hard-on against your leg.

"i said my bad!" he defends himself, and you scoff, but allow him to keep performing his ministrations. he slides his fingers under your panties, finding your clit. he teases it, rubbing slow circles. moans and whines fall out through your lips. your boyfriend lets out a cocky laugh at your noises, picking up the pace.

"fuck," you curse, grabbing onto his arm. he leans forward, locks of hair tickling your face as his mouth latches onto your neck. soon he leaves your swollen clit alone, and prods at your hole. he slides the tip of a finger in, reveling at how you clamp around it. while thumbing your clit, he pumps two fingers in and out of you.

"i'll take care of you real good, okay? so just relax," he whispers, kissing down from your jaw to the junction between your neck and shoulder. with a shaky breath, you clutch onto his arms.

"kichi," you whine, knowing you're close to cumming on his fingers. you buck your hips, trying to speed up his painfully slow movement. "don't stop."

"i won't, baby," he answers, finally pumping into you faster. loud moans topple out from you as your stomach tightens. he relentlessly rubs your clit, fingering you until you come undone.

"fuck," you scream, liquids gushing out onto his hand. he smiles, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. as you catch your breath, you watch him suck off all your cum, taking his sweet time.

"i hate you for this," you scowl, running your fingers through his hair. he hasn't stopped grinning this entire time, knowing he's won this little game.

he ignores that statement, instead picking you up by the back of your thighs, so you can wrap your legs around his waist.

"that was just round one, baby. i hope you're ready."

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i deeply apologize for how goddamn long this took

-mod kyoko

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necryptoss · 6 years

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CHALLENGE||4

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“Shishigooouuu!”

Kairi bolted awake. The knocks persisted at the door. Glasses fell off his nose, pens clattered and danced over the floor. He blinked several times, trying to regain his bearings. Seated at a wide table, glass,metal, and old classic bone fixtures stirred, bubbled, moved with experiments. Organs in jars dotted the space with layers of sticky notes. Necromancy had been always been a dark and horrid type of magecraft, even in the light of this cozy office space. Papers under his hand bore scribbled notes of the layers of curses to keep blood oxygenated outside the circulatory system, how to keep the heart pumping on its own, or instructions to reanimate the nervous system.

“Shishigou!”

“C-Come in! Come in!”

Shishigou shuffled the papers, separating them. Within the mix were his own thoughts-- wonderings about how he got here, or what he remembered that didn’t match up with the life he had now. A war, a city... He was renowned, celebrated for his achievements, yet had to catch up on his own progresses and advancements. He worked with projects and what was given to him, saw his daughter, then spent restless nights up working more on his circumstance. He was a deadman wearing his own skin, trying to adjust to a life he didn’t know he had.

An mustached older man entered the room in company with a younger gentleman, hair slicked back. Even after working with them, Shishigou could not recall their names, but it did not matter much; mages were never one to remember those they stepped on. “ Sleeping again, eh?” Mr. Mustache barked with a laugh. “ You’re going to work yourself to death, boy. Not even your father worked this much in his day. A real night’s rest might be good for you.” Guilty as charged, it seemed. “ Eh, there’s just too much to do. I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” the necromancer replied, letting it come naturally and honest. He hugged his personal papers.

Both of the men laughed aloud, hard. He didn’t understand what so funny about self- deprecation, but smiled nonetheless. “Yeah, I doubt you would. You’d be back doing work.” Mr. Hair-Gel snorted. He stepped forward and waved his hands in an excited motion. “Anyway, anyway!! Yo, were you excited for the Clock Tower visit? They’re looking forward to seeing your work. There was even rumors of setting you up to be a Grand one day. “ “A Grand…?” Even Shishigou quieted in awe. The highest rank granted by the Clock Tower, above the best and reserved for the few who really excelled. He must have only been in his early 20’s now, right? The idea of prestige quickly dug its claws into insecurity. This wasn’t his success to continue-- he wasn’t even sure what he had achieved. He had no choice but to accept. “Yeah! A Grand…” Mr. Hair-gel sighed .Stars danced in his eyes . “Man, think about it. I’d be working and learning under a Grand Magus.”

Shishigou took a deep breath and held it within his chest. Tight, too tight. “ That’s a lotta pressure. When.. are they coming again?”

“Hmmm. Next week.” Mr. Mustache scratched his nose. “They’re looking forward to seeing your work. Pretty remarkable, I’d say. ” “Everything’s going well, then?” Mr. Hair-Gel gave him a thumbs up, which somewhat eased Kairi’s concern. “ Been following your instructions all this time. Everything’s perfect.”

“Oh, good.” Shishigou exhaled. He had time. He turned toward the desk, grabbing other papers and handing it over. Just like last time, just like times before. “ Ah, here, before I forget, I figured out the issue with blood coagulation in those samples you gave me.. That should fix the issue...” “Excellent. We’ll see to it.”

----

Mr. Rabbit needed a friend, they had decided. This Saturday was spent at the mall, between brightly colored walls full of miniature clothes and small children darting from wall to wall to dress their new stuffed animals. Kairi, like many of the parents there, thought it was best to find a designated spot and let their kids come to them when they were all done. He found the whole idea charming. Something he never got to do. At Leila’s age, he was already working with corpses--but, the metal rod rammed into the ‘skin’ of the stuffed animals before and as they were stuffed was pretty macabre as it could get.

“Kairi, Kairi!” Leila trotted up to him.. “What do you think? Doesn’t he look cool?”

She had picked a lion-- The ‘Shishi-” in Shishigou. That was an easy way to be welcomed into the family. The toy’s mane was tufted in different angles. Fabric sunglasses stretched around its head. To match, it was dressed in a pleather jacket, pants and boots. “ It kinda.. looks like me.” Kairi answered absently, then realized how strange that must have sounded when Leila made a face between a laugh and skepticism. He touched the lion’s nose. “---IF I had long hair, that is”

“ I think you’d look weird with long hair.” “Not cool?”

Leila snorted and shook her head. She adjusted the jacket on the toy. “ Nah. You don’t have the cool jacket anyway. That’s what being a cool lion is all about.”

Kairi hummed from his throat, feeling out of place. He placed a hand on her head. “Alrighty, you, let’s go pay.”

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A beautiful day to go sailing, just as Kairi promised. The weather cleared like the pulling of curtains to blue skies. They set out in the morning. A small boat just for the both of them, and something that he could manage on his own for the afternoon with minimal damage to himself or anyone else. Not a cloud in the sky, the winds and harbor were calm. While their boat was no means impressive, he made sure to rent the one with a colored sail.

Leila delighted all the same, waving to everyone they passed. She even got Kairi to wave with her, no matter the distance. They were closer now, he figured. Out on the water

They waved back again and again.

Kairi’s hand steadied back on the rudder. His other was wrapped in rope to adjust the sail. His smile was tired, but content. Leila pushed her bangs out of her face as she settled back to sit next to him. Her nose was sniffly, and the lifevest was a size too big. “ Having fun?”

“ Yeah!” the girl beamed. “More than I thought I could. I wonder when we can do it again.” Leila’s eyes suddenly looked dreamy. It was that same hope he remembered before he had given her the family crest. That hope that killed her long ago, he remembered. His heart ached. “ Anytime. Just don’t tell them I brought you out here instead of giving you lessons. I’m sure they wouldn’t like that very much. ” Shishigou sat back. Distant voices reminded him to strengthen the family crest despite her health. She was Kairi’s next in line, expected to go beyond his own skills. He was still proud of her nonetheless.

“ I promise.” she held up her pinkie to prove her point. Kairi responded in kind, hooking his with hers as she spoke again, just as gentle as the flowers she ushered life back into. “ But.. your birthday coming up? We always do what I wanna do. What do you want to do?”

“U-uh… I ?” Kairi hesitated. The voices that nagged him at work vanished. He was left with the silence of sorrow, a gravestone in the back of his mind. He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in years. Each year that passed since her death was another he wasted living. His daughter had died before he could ever celebrate with her the greatest gift he could possibly receive: her.

“ I don’t know…. I gotta think about it.”

He did his best to hide the struggle in his voice. Every year he stood before that gave.

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People congratulated him left and right as he passed by, thanking him for the invitation and the chance to see his work up close. Having a drink in his hand proved a smart and effective way to cut down on the handshakes and introductions. They asked him about his published papers, or general questions about necromancy-- like bringing things back to life. What a good joke. Still, most of it felt a buzz. Not that he didn’t believe their enthusiasm-- he was never good at parties. He answered things automatically, as he only hoped the Shishigou they knew would. The longer he stayed here, this place, the more he wondered where he was supposed to be. The talks, clinks of glasses and laughter… What a different world than he was used to. Necromancy was often ridiculed. Majority of Necromancers fell to ruin chasing impossible dreams. It took the exceptional few to sway opinions. To think, that was him.

It was surreal. His thoughts drifted as he did around the party floor. Shishigou took a sip of his alcohol. The city he was in before this one… It touched several times and universes. Infinite possibilities. Was it possible that he was placed.. In a wrong one? Or perhaps… because he died in an old war, he had no other place..? But.. what of the Shishigou who built up this reputation..? Were they back in the city in his stead? Did he.. take away his dream too?

Depressed at the thought, Kairi pat at his pocket for his cigarettes, only to sigh heavily. That’s right. He didn’t smoke here…

“ There you are, Shishigou. We were wondering where you went off to. You’re keeping them waiting, yanno.” Behind him, Mr. Mustache's voice, wiggling that mustache under his scrunched nose. “Oh. My bad. There’s just so many people.” Shishigou’s gaze drifted around as he rubbed the back of his neck. His collar felt too tight around his neck. “ I thought I was supposed to meet them out here? I figured eventually, I’d run into them. ” “You won’t do that wandering around like a zombie for them,” His colleague puffed in a half laugh. “ Easier in the offices. Quieter too. All your stuff is there anyway. Come on.”

With a nod, Shishigou followed and left the party behind to the familiar halls he had grown used to working in. He was quiet the entire way. He made it this far. He twirled the stem of his glass.

“---The poison was meticulously scrapped from the subject postmortem before being integrated with the-- Ah, Shishigou. Perfect timing. We were just about to leave. Hope you didn’t mind me going ahead.”

Famous magi waited in his office. All from the far reaches of the Association were present, each the eyes of a vulture waiting to pluck his carcass clean. His theories proved to be a waste of their time, the Shishigou family would die with their ruined reputation. Mr. Hair-Gel had properly entertained them with explanation. “No, not at all.” Shishigou raised a hand. “ Thank you for helping me all this time. It is every bit of my success as it is yours. After you.” Mr. Hair Gel nodded affirmatively, and ushered the group back out into the hall.

One of the magi, sharp nose to match her sharp eyes, smiled at his modesty and handed back a photo back to Shishigou’s assistant as they walked out. From the glance, he saw a body depicted, and frowned. “Very ambitious, Mr. Shishigou,” Ms. Eagle whispered. Her nails drummed on her arm like waiting talons. ”No one in the history of modern Necromancy has managed that level of clarity with the deceased, let alone retain memory or emotion on that level.”

“It could all be hogwash,” another grunted, dark and oily hair. Mr. Raven continued gruffly under the talk of Mr. Hair-Gel.“ How do we know to believe you. We have to see it to believe it. Could just be faking it this entire time. Bringing people back to life, bah. Perform the rite for us, will you? Kill me where I stand then bring me back.” Kairi grew only perturbed. He must have stopped breathing. Impossible. It was impossible. How deep were they willing-- “Now, now. That would ruin the curses at work and undo everything Shishigou has done. ” Mr. Osprey, black hair streaked with white and tied back, cautioned. “If it has persisted for this long, let them keep at it to see how long it lasts. Using the cause of death to help facilitate the growth and potential of a crest is groundbreaking, not to mention the intricate and delicate process to replicate life! Ah, or perhaps truly bring it back. Imagine what you can do. It’s been, what, a year now since you started the project, is that right. Shishigou?”

Mr. Osprey turned to look at him but the necromancer was silent. They stopped in front of a familiar door. Windows in the wall opened to a simple hospital-like room. The lighter were dim, but it was unmistakable.

Leila waved at him, smiling as she normally did when she greeted him.

Slowly, he waved in return--

“Yeah…”

He brought her back. His stomach twisted in a knot, disgusted. He knew. He knew himself too well. No excuse covered this atrocity born from grief and desperation. It was out of love. Love. Stupid, stupid love.

Just as the Shishigou family dealt with devils, he had dipped too far to become one himself, crossing borders where magecraft should never go. All his work made sense now, the problems he was given to solve weren’t independent but for the continued upkeep of Leila’s body. All the samples, hers and compatible pieces. She was nearly perfect. While he toiled privately, his assistants saw them resolved, instructions followed.. He contributed to it, he contributed to this madness. fine-tuned it. This was dangerous, but worse, this was what he was to be known for: the Necromancer who brought his dead daughter back to life.

His entire body stiffened.

He wanted to vomit the feelings of grief and apology that came with this existence, this other…. Shishigou’s. They did not belong in a body that stood resolute in anger. How could he do this?

Mr. Hair-Gel spoke but Shishigou barely listened.

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#challenge▬#MEEPS BACK AT THE WORKS...#i died this took way too long.#to those that actually read this far. i thank you and sorry to the mods...#one more part after this o/#i'll put that up tomorrow since im too tired to format

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