#poe x reader

🤎Dazai Osamu

He’s lounging, phone lazily perched between his shoulder and ear, smirking like he’s in control of the situation. Until you walk by and deliberately pick something imaginary off his head, brushing your fingers through his hair—slowly, deliberately, just enough to distract.

Dazai (into phone, stammering just once):

“Mmm… what do you mean a mole in the—uh… right, no, I’m completely focused~”

You give him a wink and saunter past like you’ve done nothing wrong.

Dazai (hanging up):

“Now, was that sabotage or flirting? Because either way… I’m impressed.”

🩵Atsushi Nakajima

Poor boy is mid-report to Kunikida. You slip a hand onto his knee under the table, and he nearly jumps. You lean in and whisper, “You look so serious when you're working,” then press a soft kiss to the side of his head just as the call connects.

Atsushi (panicking):

“T-This is Atsushi, reporting in, um—Mission status is—uh—!”

Kunikida (on the other end):

“Why does it sound like you’re being mauled by affection?!”

💛Kunikida Doppo

He’s trying to maintain his sacred schedule. Trying. But then you brush your fingers down the side of his jaw, "fixing" his collar like it ever needed fixing. You give him a sultry little smirk just as he answers the phone.

Kunikida (stoic, then wavering):

“Yes. I’ve reviewed the data… I—no, I am not… distracted.”

Kunikida (after hanging up. sternly, adjusting his tie with a sigh):

“You exist solely to test my patience, don’t you?”

You:

“And you love it.”

💚Ranpo Edogawa

He’s pretending not to care. Call from Fukuzawa? Whatever. But when you straddle the back of his chair and absentmindedly twirl a lock of his hair around your finger while he's mid-sentence?

Ranpo (casual, but voice cracking slightly):

“Yeah, I figured out the culprit three minutes ago—mm, hey, stop that, I’m on the—! …Yeah, boss, nothing’s wrong.”

You lean down and whisper, “You sure you’re the great detective when I can read you like this?”

Ranpo (grinning):

“You're lucky I like you more than candy.”

❤️Oda Sakunosuke

He’s calm. Quiet. Speaking in low, gravelly tones on the phone while staring out the window with that thoughtful gaze.

You, however, decide now is the perfect time to slide off your shoes and slowly—slowly—run your foot up his leg.

You don’t break eye contact.

Oda pauses mid-sentence. He looks down, then back up at you. You arch a brow, innocent as ever.

Oda (on the phone, strained but composed):

“Yes. I’ve gathered the information on the targets. No delays expected—”

Your foot reaches his thigh.

Oda:

“—except maybe one.”

He hangs up, sets the phone aside, and looks at you like you’re both a problem and the solution.

Oda (quietly):

“...You like playing with fire.”

You (smirking):

“And you’re terrible at pretending not to burn.”

💜Fyodor Dostoyevsky

You’re trying every subtle move in your book—brushing your fingers over his knuckles, tucking a hair behind his ear so slowly it borders on scandalous, even tracing a finger down his spine while he’s mid-call, voice smooth as sin.

Fyodor (completely unfazed):

“Yes. Proceed with phase two. No, she’s not a distraction. She thinks she is.”

Your hand freezes.

He smirks—just faintly—and his eyes flick toward you with that dangerous gleam.

Fyodor (without looking at you):

“You’ll need to try harder.”

You lean close and whisper, “Game on, Rasputin.”

🤍Nikolai Gogol

He’s mid-conversation with someone who clearly doesn’t want to be on the phone with him. One leg over the armrest, twirling his hair like a lunatic—standard Nikolai behavior.

You creep up behind him and give his long rat tail braid a sudden, sharp yank.

He gasps.

Nikolai (on the phone, voice faltering):

“Ah—! I mean, yes, continue! Continue with the plan—mmnh—don’t stop!”

There’s a beat of confused silence from the other end.

Caller:

“…Are you being tortured right now?”

You’re doubled over laughing. He turns to you, flushed and wide-eyed—then breaks into a chaotic grin.

Nikolai:

“You minx! Do it again.”

🩷Sigma

He’s taking a rare high-pressure call, fingers tapping the table in anxious rhythm.

You slide beside him, tuck a strand of his silver hair behind his ear, letting your finger brush just a bit too long on his cheek. He turns slightly pink, but tries his hardest to maintain composure.

Then you blow him a kiss.

He chokes.

Sigma (panicking):

“S-Sorry—uh—one moment please—!”

He mutes the call and glares at you.

Sigma:

“Why are you like this?”

You:

“To test your limits.”

💙Poe

He’s mid-ramble to Ranpo on the phone when you stroll by, pluck a speck of dust off his shoulder like it’s a secret love confession, and kiss the air in front of him.

Poe (startled):

“Y-Yes, Ranpo-kun, I’ve deduced that—um—there’s a very significant—presence—”

He fumbles and nearly drops the phone. Karl squeaks in protest on his shoulder.

Ranpo (through the phone, dry):

This can’t be happening right now— no, nononono…! The ticket, it was still there a minute ago! Now it’s suddenly gone…? Someone must have stolen it while he wasn’t paying attention, or he simply lost it? Why did this have to happen to him…!? He’s been standing in line for the ticket booth for hours, just to get into the concert of his favourite rockstar. Now finally at the entrance to the actual show, he lost that precious piece of paper, and was stopped by the security guards.

“W-wait, I really bought it! I swear! I still had it in my pocket a second ago…!” Poe pleaded, flipping the entire contents of his bag in and out in hopes of finding the ticket. This wasn’t just some random concert, no, it was one where ranpo’s band was participating! He’s one of their most loyal fan, having supported them since their debut and never missing a single concert, he couldn’t let his streak end like this!

He was panicking so much now, dropping everything to the ground while tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. His voice trembled as he babbled on and on, holding back the other guests in the queue. “Hey you, stop hindering the others. Stand to the side, come back once you have a ticket.” One of the guards— your colleague —groaned. Already fed up with this situation.

You sighed at the pathetic sight. He truly didn’t seem like the type to lie. Besides, judging by all the limited edition merch he got, he’s also definitely not short of money to use for a measly ticket. So either he was just some poor, unfortunate soul or the world’s best actor.

“I’ll take care of that one, cover for me for a bit, yes?” You turned to the others, already bending down to give a helping hand to the pitiful guy still picking up his fallen stuff among this busy crowd. It didn’t help that everyone was too excited to really notice him, you worried he might get trampled on at this rate. It didn’t take long for you to grab him and pull him out of that group of fanatic fans.

Afterwards, you brought him somewhere quiet, hoping to talk some sense into him and have him calm down. You clicking your tongue as you scoffed, “look, I do believe you. But I can’t do anything about it, okay? Those are the rules. Maybe you should try and buy another one.” What you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly start sobbing, his voice cracking with each hiccup, “t-the booth’s are already closed! The tickets are all hic s-sold out!” Fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks, soaking through his bangs, making them stick to his face.

“I… I’ve ne-never missed one of their concerts before…” Poe cried out, wiping at his eyes with his sleeves, “I can’t miss this..! Please, isn’t there som other way…? I-I can give you money…” Woa, now he’s trying to buy his way out of this? When you signed up to escort this guy out of the venue, you weren’t expecting such a hardcore fan. While the extra bucks would have been quite nice, you’ve got a pretty strict superior who always makes sure no bribes are accepted. Says it’s for the ‘safety of the celebrities’. Not that you can argue with that.

“Sorry, but I can’t accept your money.” You replied, crossing your arms. “Look, you gotta get it together. This isn’t the end of the world now, is it?” Obviously you had good intentions, but for some reason his weeping only got stronger as he mumbled something along the lines of ‘it is’. He was curling together and shaking now, looking just like a scared animal. What a dramatic person. Well, this wasn’t your business anymore, he’ll have to figure out what to do by himself. With that being said, you began getting back to your post, “Good luck then, stay safe.”

That’s when something tugged at your sleeves, and once you glanced back, you were inches apart from that same young man, now clinging to you with desperate eyes. Tears were still streaking down his cheeks, his dark eyes peeking out from his loose hair strands. An embarrassed yet somewhat determined gaze lingered in those pupils, and only now have you noticed— he’s quite the looker, wasn’t he?

“Please… I-I’m begging you. Please allow me into the concert, I’d do a-anything you want…!” This was quite the predicament now, he was simply too pathetic to ignore. Though he really shouldn’t say such things. Like honestly? There are so many ways to interpret that, if he were to encounter the wrong people, he’d get himself in quite the sticky situation. Did he trust you because you are a security guard or is he that naive? “Are you sure? Anything? Even if I were to tell you to strip right now?” You teased, trying to teach him a lesson to make him snap back to reality.

Yet this didn’t go as planned, and the still shaking boy gripped his coat tightly, a spark of hope reigniting in him as he asked, “…will you really let me in if I do that..?” He wasn’t seriously considering this, was he? Before you could lecture him or whatever, he was already stripping off his jacket with shaky hands, a fierce blush on his cheeks. “I-i can do it, so… please get me in.” Now that’s a turn of events you couldnt have prepared yourself for. Someone willing to sell their body for a concert? Just what kind of stupid situation did you get yourself into..?

You couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity, chuckling, “haha! You are nuts. Don’t forget you agreed to it.” Since it had come to this, shall you simply... go along with his demands? Sure, this can still be considered taking ‘bribes’, though it’ll be much harder to prove than material bribes. Besides, you did pity him, no? This will be the only time you abuse your power, just this once, no one will have to know. Not to mention he wants it too, he begged for it first!

“Fine, let’s do it like this then. I’ll get you into that concert in return for some fun, and you don’t tell a soul about it.” In the end, you still gave in to your base desires. You took a few steps towards the male, causing him to mirror your moves to keep the distance, at least until his back hit something hard. Even then you didn’t stop closing in, cornering him. His hands were fumbling with the hem of his shirt now, face heating up as he began to understand the implications of the word ‘fun’.

“You get what I’m asking for, right, pretty boy? You can still back out, of course. I’ll let you decide.” That was what you said, though he had already made up his mind. While he didn’t understand what you saw in an average guy like him, this was a chance…! The concert was going to start in less than an hour, he couldn’t afford to be picky now. “I’ll do it… just, p-please, be quick… the show will start soon and… and I’ll need time to get inside.”

Makes sense, the place where you two were was pretty far from the entrance, it’s dead empty now that most people are inside already. Besides, it’d be suspicious if you left your position for too long, even if your colleagues are nice enough to cover for you. With all that cleared now, you trapped him between your arms and pinned him to the wall, a satisfied smirk as you hummed, “fine, we’ll go for a few quickies then. Don’t tell me to slow down later.”

No matter how innocent he appeared to be, he knew what kind of exchange you were expecting from him. He knew the moment you told him to undress. Despite being fully aware of what he got himself into, he was still surprised when you suddenly picked him up and basically molded him into position. Your hands were on his lower back and ass, holding him up, resulting in his shoulder blades being pressed into the cold surface while his crotch was flush against your pelvis.

His legs instinctively wrapped around your waist, in fear that you might drop him, and his arms did the same just with your neck. Due to how inconvenient the position was, he was forced to curve and bend, enough for him to have a perfect view on what’s going on between his spread legs. This felt… weird. He has never been manhandled, not to mention in such a manner. Was he actually getting excited at the thought? To think he’d be so light and easy to handle despite his height…!

While Poe was busy contemplating over rather insignificant details, you were working on the rest of his clothing. His belt, trousers and underwear to be specific. You didn’t care much about his shirt. Once you managed to get him out of those confines, you couldn’t help but tease, “someone’s eager here, was this your real goal actually? To get laid?” Anyone would assume that after seeing his leaking cock springing out proudly, already flushed an angry red when it slammed against his lower belly.

“N-no…! I-I wasn’t… I—” before he could finish his sentence, you already pressed your fingers against his lips, ordering him to suck on them. And he was so obedient! Parting his mouth and taking your digits inside as commanded, licking and coating them with his saliva. “You listen well, surprisingly.” You teased, pressing down on his tongue, causing him to whine and gag ever so slightly.

As soon as you deemed your fingers lubed up enough, you took them out and began rubbing them against his rim instead. Spreading the makeshift lube around evenly, taking your sweet time with the penetration. To think you scored someone as tempting as him by chance… his looks could rival the star of today’s show. You cooed at him condescendingly when his breath hitched and muscles tensed up, “oh~? Is this your first time doing it back here? You’re in for a ride then, pretty boy.”

Poe knew those weren’t just empty words, you meant it. And while the thought of it did scare him… he didn’t seem to mind it that much after all? Surely it’s because he’s getting something in return, this was just a deal, a transaction! That’s just how important ranpo’s concert is to him! Surely! Definitely…!

He didn’t have to wait long until the first knuckle breached him. The feeling was weird and foreign, yet didn’t hurt nearly as much as he feared, only a small ‘hnngh~’ slipped from his bitten-raw lips. You eased one finger inside, then two, before slowly moving them apart and stretching him out. Since this was his first time being entered, you tried to take it slow. Focusing sorely on loosening him up while not making it too unbearable.

His grip around your neck tightened, and his breathing became heavy as if he just ran a marathon. At this rate, he was going to leave marks. Seeing how tense he still was, he won’t be softening his grip any time soon, so you hummed, “relax a little, or you might miss your precious concert. I can barely move.” He tried his best to do as told, but let’s be honest… there was barely a change.

Nevertheless, you somehow managed to prepare him properly and decided he was ready for the main course. That judgement was made mostly due to the pleads of the boy to watch out for the time and him claiming you could move on to the next step. You did as requested and were currently lining the head of your cock up to his entrance, trying to ease it inside him as painless as possible, starting off slowly. It didn’t take long until the glans popped inside, then another minute until half of your shaft got swallowed by his awfully eager hole.

“What a slut, you are basically sucking me in.” You taunted, giving his weeping dick a light slap which made him gasp out loud, precum spilling everywhere. He immediately went back to biting his bottom lip in hopes of stifling any shameful noises that threatened to escape.

Considering this was his first time, he was doing pretty good. But this wasn’t fast enough for you, and so you gave him a little heads up, “you are too tight, this is taking too long, I’ll go a bit rougher.” The poor thing couldn’t even process that information or measure what ‘a little rougher’ could be, before the first sparks of ecstasy began coursing up his spine.

Because you began rolling your hips against his already, pulling out an inch and slamming more inside, using this tactic to ‘gently’ bottom out inside him, the pressure forging his insides to accommodate you. As if the persistent rubs against his wet and squishy walls itself wasn’t enough already, you just had to hit his prostate head on, sending even more electricity straight to his already overworked brain. “Ah-AhHNnng~♥︎♡!! N-nooo..! T-that place fe-feels wee~eeeird~ mHmffgg~♡♥︎♡”

Would you look at that, it took no time at all to turn this guy into a moaning, trembling mess. His whimpers are quite cute too. You wondered how his voice would sound like once you got serious. “You are so damn loud. Enjoying this? You aren’t even worried that others might hear, are you?” Your words rang in his ears, and he answered quite delayed, “I-i do…! If… if others heard— if ranpo..! Ah-hNghh I won’t be able to s-show my face~ hic ♡♥︎”

If anyone did catch you two, you could basically wave this job goodbye. Even so that was the least of your concerns right now. It only took a few more thrusts until you finally fit your entire length inside his tight passage, his ass hitting your upper thighs with each snap of your hips. Since he managed to take all of it, that means he has gotten quite used to the stretch already… so the obvious conclusion would be to go faster from here on out, no?

Needless to say, you began rutting into the boy, ramming his back against the rough wall. “Ah..!! W-wait, i d-don’t think I’m… ahNghh~ ready!! Oh- MhHmm~ t-too good, too fast ♥︎♡♡” It was enough to knock the air out of his lungs, making him whimper and cry out in pleasure as his skin reddened where it kept slapping against yours. The filthy sounds emerging from your bodies and his uselessly loud mouth were luckily muffled by the buzz of the crowd, and his cock leaked even more pre at the thought of doing this in such a public space.

Just look at him! He was making a horrible lot of mess everywhere, leaking down his own shaft and perineum, all the way to his rosy rim. Both of your hands were on his hips now as you slammed deep inside him, manhandling him as if he was nothing but your personal fleshlight. In return his toes curled and pupils rolled to the back of his head, even if it was hard to make out from behind his wet bangs. You were hitting all those places he never knew could feel so good…! He never wanted it to stop ♡

His skin was drenched in a thin layer of sweat, drool running down his chin, the shirt a crumpled up rag over his drumming heartbeat. He was leaking evidence of your debauchery onto the ground, and yet he didn’t care— the only thing occupying his mind was you and the things you do to him. It was as if he made a deal with the devil, succumbing to such sinful, base desires. Yet he couldnt help it, wouldn’t stop begging you for more.

Poe was crying out in ecstasy, especially since he was new to such extrem pleasures. It was mind-blowing, he felt his strength slipping from his limbs, starting with his fingers. His grip was slipping by itself, his consciousness blanking out from time to time. Ah, now he was kind of getting worried about you dropping him… that won’t happen, right? Because he for sure couldn’t hold on to you any longer.

With each thrust of yours, hitting that sweet spot inside him that made him moan like some slut, he could feel his voice leaking out involuntarily and his sex slapping his lower abdomen, creating sticky little strings that connected everything below his navel in a lewd spider web. He clung to you, or at least tried to, still whining and groaning so shamelessly. In truth he was embarrassed, but he couldn’t hold them back. Please forgive him for making such naughty sounds in public…?

“T-there…! Keep doing t-that, oh please…! Mhmm… ha-ngh~♥︎ I c-can’t…!” Turns out Poe was quite the debauched whore, huh? Drooling and squeaking when your cock drives into that special spot, hitting the front wall until he could swear his belly bulged. How ecstatic this was… truly an amazing feeling ♥︎— no! He has to get it together…!But, heavens, he couldn’t put it into words how amazing this felt, how he loved the burn of the stretch and the tingles blooming across his nerves.

“aNHgnMnn~ ♥︎♡ there, s-so good ♡ hNggh—NnhHngg t-too much ah, ah- Ahn~ c-cumming~!!!♥︎♡♡” Judging by how overwhelmed he was, it didn’t take long until he came for the first time, untouched even. Ropes of white semen shot out of his neglected dick, splattering his own stomach. Some even reached his sternum, pooling atop his torso like some erotic artwork. His cries stilled for a few seconds, his mouth was wide apart in a silent scream, until a drawn-out cry left the depths of his throat. Carrying all the pent-up emotions and pleasure he used to hold on to.

But you didn’t stop moving since you weren’t satisfied yet and kept the ruthless pace going. You did mention it’d be more than just one round, didn’t you? As a result, the already sensitive and overwhelmed thing came pretty quickly again, his cries a high-pitched disaster as fat, overstimulated tears trailed down his face. His pathetic cock twitching in delight and torture, the pain blurring into pleasure as he gasped and shuddered, “n-no!! No no noooo ♡♡♡ nghhNn~ it’s t-too much, so full, so mHmmfgg, gunna cum again, h-help me ♥︎”

And once more did he spill his seed and coated both your bodies in his own sticky essence, uncaring that it was currently dripping down his inner thighs and dirtying your shoe, leaving a slick trail. His body yielded, losing all tension and resistance as he slumped into your arms, eyes glassy and unfocused. Both of you must be reeking of sweat and lust, yet neither care enough.

Some distant tones were reaching your ears, signalising the impending start of the show. Though you pretended not to hear, since what happened until now was just the beginning. The thirty minutes were far from enough to satisfy you, and surely he won’t be able to attend looking fucked-stupid like this, right? So it would be fine to go for some more rounds instead?

By the end of it, Poe forgot how often he climaxed. Let’s just say it was enough to render his brain mushy and useless, every thought vaporising as all he could do was twitch and gasp for ‘more’ or ‘stop’. The concert utterly forgotten as he was rendered nothing but a whore for your cock ♡