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wizardfrog69 · 10 months

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Feat. Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, Kunikida, Ranpo, Chuuya, Kouyou, Arthur, Akutagawa, Gin, Ango, Poe, Karl, Lovecraft, Mark, Hawthrone, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, Jōno, Tetchō, Natsume

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

He definitely had his first kiss before, maybe in his twenties.

He wanted to save his first kiss for someone who would want to be with him forever, but they unfortunately left him.

He would kiss someone after at least a couple of weeks of being together. He prefers to know whether that person wants to marry him or not.

Your first kiss was at his office when you were doing overtime, and you wanted to keep him company.

He's okay at kissing.

Akiko Yosano:

She had her first kiss when she was young, in her teenage years.

Your first kiss was either when you two were on a coffee date or when she was taking care of you (and you weren't under the influence of any medication)

Also she's a very good kisser.

Atsushi Nakajima:

He never had his first kiss and is really nervous to kiss someone.

The first time you kissed he was sweating a lot.

His lips were soft.

Your first time kissing was when you were sitting on a bench or on a wall watching the sunset. (You asked, obviously)

Doppo Kunikida:

He never kissed someone and also wants to wait to kiss someone.

He wants to be with his ideal partner and kiss them I'm the ideal way (just a peck on the cheek or something)

Your first kiss was when he was saying goodbye to you by your door, and he kisses you on the cheek.

Cheek kisses count as proper kisses for him.

Ranpo Edogawa:

He had his first kiss in his early twenties/late teens.

The first time you kissed you were cuddling together.

He tastes very sweet and sometimes he's chewing on sweets while kissing you.

Chuuya Nakahara:

He didn't have his first kiss yet.

You two kissed after a mission you had together.

He tastes like expensive wine and cigarettes.

Kōyō Ozaki:

She never kissed anyone before.

When you first kissed, she was a but surprised that she liked it so much and wanted to kiss you more.

She has really soft lips and she smells like flowers.

Arthur Rimbaud:

Hes just cold.

He did kiss some people in France, and he didn't meet anyone while outside of France.

The first time you kissed was by a fire.

His lips were really cold.

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa:

He's not kissing anyone, ever.

Gin Akutagawa:

She didn't kiss anyone before.

The first time you kissed she was a bit shy but got comfortable quickly.

Sakunosuke Oda:

He's dead sorry 😞

Ango Sakaguchi:

He's too busy for relationships.

But when he found you he couldn't keep himself away.

You first kissed in his office.

Despite never kissing anyone he was surprisingly not bad.

Edgar Allan Poe:

He had his first kiss before, but he was really shy, and he only kissed someone once before.

The first time you kissed him, he froze from shock, and he was just so nervous.

His lips are a bit cracked.

When he got less nervous, he would kiss you back, but he was way too shy to wrap his arms around you.

If karl saw him, he would cry.

Karl:

Karl deserves a little kiss on his cute little forehead.

He gets plenty of them from Poe, but you are gonna give him one aswell cuz he's so adorable.

Howard Lovecraft:

He never kissed someone before.

When you kissed him, his lips were surprisingly cold.

He isn't the worst or the best kisser in the world. He's okay

Mark Twain:

He had like 3 girlfriends in high school, of course he kissed someone before.

He's really good at kissing (he had plenty of practice)

The first time you kissed was he got you ice cream.

Nathaniel Hawthrone:

He never kissed anyone and isn't planning on kissing.

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

He never kissed anyone before and he never really planned on kissing someone.

When you first kissed him, it was a simple peck on the lips, but to Fyodor, it was very special. He never dared to say anything about it, though.

His lips are cracked and dry.

Nikolai Gogol:

He has definitely kissed someone before.

He's a good kisser and very touchy, especially while kissing.

The first time you kissed was in a hallway, his hands were moving all over your body.

He tastes like cotton candy and pastries.

Sigma:

He never kissed anyone.

He was really shy when you first kissed.

You kissed at/after a café or coffee shop, so he tasted like coffee. Or, while at a garden, he tasted like cookies and tea. It was just a small peck on the lips, but it was still really nice, especially because his lips were so nice and soft.

Saigiku Jōno:

He had kissed before but not a lot, like 1 or two people.

He is a good kisser but he doesn't kiss you often.

Also, he likes touching you while kissing you as well.

Tetchō Suehiro:

He never kissed anyone before.

When you first kissed, he tasted like the weirdest mix of flavours ever.

Sōseki Natsume:

Kitty meow meow =^..^= :)

He gets kisses on his forehead when he's a kitty from me.

I love cats <3

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I wrote everything in one go! Hurray! Now I'm tired from thinking.

Have a wonderful day/night and enjoy the day or evening.

-love. Az

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mysterious-ocarina · 10 months

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Divergent // Abnegation

fem!reader x Doppo Kunikida

A/N powers based off the abnegation faction from Divergent, here's the other ones that I am planning on doing

please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content

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Kindness was something that you seemed to ooze. You never failed to lift the spirits of your coworkers when they were down. Your ability allowed you to work closely with Dr. Yosano which is why you were currently sitting in a crappy office chair in the infirmary, getting pestered by the sadistic doctor.

“You can admit it. It’s okay,” She cooly reminded you for probably the fifth time.

“There is absolutely nothing for me to admit, Akiko,” you replied with yet another eye roll.

She flicked your forehead, making you whine, before getting close to your face, “I won’t judge you, if you admit it. I mean, he’s not my type but to each their own. He’s a bit too much of a hard-ass.”

“He’s not a hard-ass,” you quickly defended. Yosano smirked at your adamance. “He just likes things to be done a certain, more efficient way.”

Kunikida’s absoluteness was something that you admire about him. To be able to have a set of morals and ideals and to stick with it is something not many people can accomplish. But of course he can do it, he can do anything he puts his mind to.

“I’m your best friend. I don’t get why you won’t admit your feelings to me,” she pouted at you in faux displeasure.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated, “”Cause, there’s no point admitting anything to anyone because no matter how much I want, nothing will happen between me and him.”

It wasn’t until you saw Yosano’s smirk that you realized you admitted your feelings to her. She just has this air about her that makes you tell her your secrets without even realizing it.

She gave you a sympathy pat on the back at seeing your pout. “You don’t know that. He could feel the same about you.”

You stood up, “He definitely doesn’t.”

As you walked out of the infirmary, you shot a smirk over your shoulder at her, “Why don’t we talk about your love life next time? Or your lack thereof?”

You could hear Yosano snort as you walked away. Once in the main office, you took a seat on Atsushi’s desk, “How are you today, Atsushi?”

Since he came here, he’s been someone you made sure to look out for. You wanted him to feel welcomed by the agency.

He gave you a smile, “I’m doing good, just a lot of paperwork.”

You gave him a confused look, “How do you have a lot of work to do?”

Atsushi quickly diverted his eyes from yours and shifted to the desk next to his. You immediately understood why he had so much work to do seeing the man relaxing in his desk chair.

“Give me your stack, Atsushi,” you commanded. This wasn’t the first time you had to scold the suicidal maniac for Atsushi. Once the stack of papers were in your hands, you marched around the desks until you were right behind Dazai who had his headphones on.

You dropped the stack right in front of him on his desk and yanked the headphones off of his head, “Now, Dazai, why is it that you’re giving Atsushi all of your work? Are you incapable of doing it yourself? Atsushi is not your little slave to do as you please.”

The disappointed look on your face was enough to make the ex-mafioso cringe before whining, “But I don’t want to do it either.”

Tapping your foot and your hands on your hips, you bent down and scolded, “Well that’s life. Now, if I find out that you’ve given your work to the poor boy again, you’ll be in a world of hurt.”

A little scared, Dazai immediately got to work, grumbling, “Yes, mom.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname. Satisfied, you offered Atsushi a reassuring smile to which he gave you a relieved smile in return.

Turning to the door, you saw Kunikida walk in with a large stack of papers. You immediately went to help him, taking half of the stack into your own hands.

“Oh, thank you, y/n,” he replied with a soft smile that seemed to only ever be directed at you.

With a blush, you shrugged, “Not a big deal.” The both of you dropped the stack of papers onto his desk to be looked at later on.

You turned around to find Dazai staring at the both of you. He pointed at you, mouthed the word mom. Then pointed at Kunikida and mouthed the word dad. Then took both of his hands and reenacted what you assumed to be an intense make out session between the two.

You rolled your eyes and pointed to him, then pointed to the work on his desk. He silently pouted at you, making you flip him off.

Thankfully, Kunikida was too distracted by the work on his desk to notice the embarrassing interaction between you and Dazai. You sat down at your own desk, the one right next to Kunikida, determined to get some of your own work done.

After a few hours of a quiet office, everyone doing work and you sending pointed looks in Dazai’s direction whenever he threatened to disturb the peace and quiet, Ranpo came strutting in with a lollipop in one hand and his phone in the other.

Disturbing the silence, Ranpo replied to the phone, “Yeah, but I don’t wanna.”

You shot him a look at his lack of manners but he didn’t seem to notice. He just continued talking on the phone.

“Mhm.” Lick of his lollipop as someone speaks to him. “Right.” Another lick, more speaking. “Yeah, I still don’t see how that’s my problem.” A bite out of his lollipop, someone yelling. “The case is solved, my services aren’t needed anymore.”

“Ranpo, give me the phone,” you laid your hand in front of him. He shrugged before handing it to you.

You put the phone to your ear and adopted a kind tone of voice, “Hello, this is Y/n L/n of the Armed Detective Agency. How can we help?”

Dazai giggled at your customer service attitude but shut up when you shot him a final look.

“Oh, thank god. Y/n, it’s Minoura from the police department,” his voice was filled with anxiety but a bit of relief at hearing your voice.

“Oh, Hello Minoura. Is everything alright?” you replied, happily. Both Dazai and Kunikida seemed to perk up at your relaxed, sweet tone of voice. You glanced at them, Kunikida seemed annoyed? And Dazai seemed entertained.

You ignored them to focus on what Minoura was saying, “We need the Agency’s help. Ranpo was able to identify the kidnapper of a case we were working on but now it seems he’s holding the kid hostage. We have surrounded his house but he’s threatening to kill the kid if we don’t let him go.”

“Got it, we’re on our way right now. Keep him talking until we get there,” you urgently replied, hanging up the phone. “Kunikida, I need you. Minoura is handling a hostage situation right now and you’re the perfect man for the job. I’ll come with you in case it goes sideways.”

Kunikida immediately sprung into action, grabbing his notebook, before following you out of the office, “Right.”

The drive there was a little bit tense, thinking of the poor kid who may or may not get to go home tonight. It was all up to you and Kunikida, mostly him. You were just there as a bit of backup in case he got hurt and needed help.

Once near the house and out of the car, Kunikida looked at you tensely, “Please stay behind the cop cars. We can’t have you getting hurt.”

You tried not to think too hard into that statement. Of course he didn’t want you hurt. You were friends and that would be bad. It’s not like he didn’t want you hurt because he cared for you in a special way. He just simply cared because he was a good person. No feelings attached.

Before you got too lost in your thoughts, you offered him a resolute nod, quelling his anxieties. He immediately got to work and walked towards the house with his hands up.

You did your best to not flinch at the sound of a gunshot ringing out. You noticed a chip in the cement near Kunikida’s foot. You shook like a leaf thinking about the man in front of you getting shot, but you had faith in him.

“Who the hell are you?” a gruff voice yelled from the doorway of the house. He was a big man and he had a teary eyed little boy in front of him, gun pointed.

You watched with bated breath as Kunikida negotiated to the best of his abilities with the kidnapper, slowly taking steps closer and closer to the man. You watched as Kunikida, with unimaginable speed, pulled out his ideal notebook and used his ability to create a stun grenade.

The sound of gunshots and fighting was unmistakable, smoke covering the area. You waited with Minoura for the smoke to dissipate and assess the situation. Upon closer look, you found the kidnapper handcuffed to the porch railing, a crying little kid, and Kunikida who was clutching his shoulder, grimacing in pain.

Minoura and a few officers rushed to grab the criminal and the kid, taking care of the rest now that the situation isn’t dire anymore. You made your way to Kunikida, staring at his bleeding shoulder and blood soaked hand, “Are you okay?”

“I’m alright,” he groaned out.

There were a few options; take him back to the ADA for Dr. Yosano’s treatment, let a paramedic stitch him up, or you take the injury. The first option wasn’t the best option considering a singular gunshot wound is not worth Dr. Yosano’s “treatment”. The second option wasn’t great either considering it would mean that Kunikida would have to wait to recover and wouldn’t be able to help on missions for weeks to come. The final option seemed to be the wisest decision.

You grabbed his arm, about to activate your ability but he was quick to stop you, “Wait, I can deal with this. There’s no need for you to take it.”

You stared back at him in confusion, “What do you mean? A gunshot wound takes weeks to heal so it’s best if I heal rather than you. You shouldn’t be injured because you are needed out in the field more than me.”

Your explanation was sound, so you weren’t sure why he was hesitant. You would think that with how logical he was of a person, he would be on board immediately.

He bit his lip in contemplation, unsure of how to explain what he wanted to say. He was still in pain, seeing as the paramedic wasn’t here yet, “I don’t want you to be in any pain, though.”

His confession caused a sweet tint of pink to coat your cheeks. You placed your hand on his arm, this time he didn’t push it away, “It’s alright. I can handle a little gunshot wound.”

Still hesitant but unwilling to argue further, Kunikida let you use your ability on him. The both of you watched as his pain and injury faded from his shoulder and transferred to you. Blood trickled out of your new wound, staining your white blouse.

Tears pricked your vision at the pain but you did your best to put a brave face, “See. Not so bad.”

Kunikida gave you a face that said he didn't believe you weren’t in pain but kept silent. It didn’t take the paramedics long to get there and in no time, you were stitched up with some pain meds and Kunikida in tow.

Using your uninjured shoulder, you bumped Kunikida’s, “It looks like you won’t have to move your Ideals around recovering. That could set you back weeks.”

He pushed his glasses up, “It does look like that. I appreciate you thinking of me.”

You blushed, looking down at your feet as you both walked from the car to the agency, “It’s my job.”

Your simple reply was true. It was your job, alongside Dr. Yosano, to help with any injuries the members received. Your ability to “trade” injuries was quite useful to have but it was not without its downsides. But you would rather you suffer the injury then have your coworkers unable to help on cases. Thankfully, serious injuries that you needed to take weren’t often enough that you were always in pain one way or another.

What wasn’t true, though, was the fact that you only helped out because it was your job. You enjoyed being able to relieve physical pain from your coworkers, friends. You didn’t like to see them hurt so it wasn’t all that bad, taking their pain for your own.

Back at the Agency, both you and Kunikida sat at your desks. With the adrenaline now gone, the both of you were able to start relaxing, though Kunikida didn’t relax for very long. After only a few minutes, he was back to doing paperwork and whatever else he needed to get done. You quietly chuckled to yourself at his no-nonsense habits.

The silence of the office was cherished until Dazai came in, immediately making his way to you.

He sat on top of your desk, “So, which one of you got shot?”

You pointed your thumb at the blond next to you, “He did. He saved the little kid’s life ‘cause of it.”

Dazai got closer to your face, “Aw, and you took the pain away from him. Aren’t you just the sweetest?”

With a blush, you grumbled, “Yeah well, it is my job.”

“You know what I mean, though,” Dazai laughed, making you slap him so he doesn’t embarrass you further in front of Kunikida.

In the coming weeks, as you waited for your shoulder to heal, you found yourself spending more time with Kunikida that wasn’t just working. He would join you in the cafe when you took your lunch break. He would take small breaks during his work to make sure you were alright and you didn’t need anything. And in the mornings, when you first came to the office and sat at your desk, there was always a cup of coffee, just the way you like it, sitting there waiting for you.

The more time you spent being subtly doted on by him, the more your affections for the man increased. It was like there was some kind of unspoken understanding between the two of you. You both had a newfound appreciation for each other’s dedication to justice and kindness.

Your kindness and compassion seemed to draw him into you, something you relished. You felt that your friendship with Kunikida was blossoming into something more but you were unsure.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Kunikida how you felt about him. Your own mind, never failing to remind you of his stoic demeanor. He’s never shown any kind of interest in romance or relationships, other than his ideal woman which you were too scared to ask more about. You were left wondering if he could ever reciprocate your feelings.

One afternoon, you were both at the cafe, enjoying your quiet lunch break considering it was quite empty. You were lost in thought, no doubt thoughts of the man in front of you, when Kunikida cleared his throat. You looked up at him to see his stoic demeanor change into a more nervous expression.

He pushed his glasses up his nose, something he always tended to do when he was flustered, “There’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

You tried to keep the hopeful blush off of your face, “What’s up? You can tell me anything.”

Taking a deep breath, he replied, “Well, I-I have come to realize that my ideals aren’t the only things that matter in my life. I care for you deeply, in ways that I never could have planned. Your unwavering kindness and the brightness that you bring to the office are things that I admire about you.”

You stared back at him, a dopey smile on your face, “What are you trying to say, Kunikida?”

He stared back at you, a determined smirk on his face, “I’m trying to say that I would like to pursue a relationship with you and that if I wasn’t so against PDA, I would reach over the table right now to kiss you.”

You gazed at him in awe, not expecting such a forward statement from the man in front of you. You stuttered in nervousness, “W-Well, your feelings are not one-sided.”

Kunikda had a bright smile on his face, as well as a light blush that if anyone ever asked about, he would vehemently deny.

“Then how about this?” he asked. You were unsure what he meant, until he grabbed your hand from where it was sitting in front of you. Ever so slowly, as if he thought you would pull away from his touch, he brought your hand to his mouth and laid a soft kiss to the back of it.

You thought you might swoon at the classiness of it, something only Kunikida could accomplish.

With less grace, and more eagerness, you grabbed his hand in return. Bringing it to your mouth, you laid a sloppy kiss onto the back of his hand. You were unable to keep in your giggles as the man in front of you blushed a bright red.

When you both finished lunch and went back to the office, hand in hand, your coworkers were unable to miss the change in your relationship. They couldn't help but tease you both, particularly Dazai, who reveled in insinuating that he had played matchmaker, despite not doing anything at all. You didn’t mind the teasing, though. You were just glad to have Kunikida by your side.

BONUS:

God this was a horrible idea. You couldn’t help but think. At the moment, you found yourself in the most unexpected places. You were currently in a back closet, doors away from the Agency’s main office, with Kunikida attached to you by the mouth.

It was your lunch break and instead of going down to the cafe to eat together, Kunikida surprised you, emphasis on the word surprised, by pulling you into the closet you both passed for an intense make-out session.

He wasn’t really much for PDA but as soon as no one was looking, you would find him to be quite passionate with you. It really shouldn’t surprise you that his passion could extend past work and onto you.

“What’s up?” a breathless Kunikida asked, laying kissed down your neck.

You softly moaned at the feeling, “Nothing. Just thinking of how passionate you are of a person.”

Kunikida stared down at you, love in his eyes, “Well, how could I not be? You’re so beautiful.”

You heated up at his loving gaze and laid your own trail of kisses down his neck, making the man groan in front of you.

The moment was ruined when bright light filtered into the closet and a wolf whistle was heard. None other than Dazai caught the two of you and teased, “Well, would you look at that. I wish you would kiss me like that. Could make a man faint.”

Embarrassment flooded you and you could see it on Kunikida’s face too. But before you could try to make an excuse, Kunikda burst out of the closet chasing a laughing Dazai. Looks like some things never change, you thought as for the rest of the day Dazai would get on Kunikida’s nerve every chance he could.

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