✨️Poe Kinnie✨️

I wanted to know if we could get any Poe NSFW Headcanons? If you'd rather not it's okay, I understand

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cw: nsfw, subby poe (not in all of the headcanons), praising, oral, marking, nipple play (not reader's)

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ he gets off on marking you where only the two of you know—inner thighs, under your collarbones, the curve of your ass. thin, precise bites and hickeys that he’ll trace with his tongue the next time he has you spread out for him, as if he's possessive in the quietest, most elegant way.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ loves having you on top so he can watch. hands gripping your hips, eyes half lidded and hazy, drinking in every bounce and roll of your body. he’ll guide you with those long fingers digging into your ass, occasionally sitting up to suck marks onto your chest and throat while you ride him.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ praise wrecks him. call him a good boy, tell him how pretty he looks falling apart for you, how well he’s taking everything you give him, and his cock twitches hard, hips jerking involuntarily. he craves verbal affirmation almost as much as touch. whisper how much you love owning him and he’ll whimper, eyes glassy, murmuring “please… more…” in that rich, trembling voice.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ he's sensitive everywhere, especially his neck and nipples. suck or bite marks into his throat and he’ll keen, head tilting back to give you more access. play with his chest and he’ll gasp sharply, back bowing off the bed. if you edge him—stroke him slowly, stopping right before he tips over—he’ll sob your name, hips bucking desperately, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure you give him.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ oral fixation. poe's obsessed with giving head. on his knees in front of you (or between your thighs if you’re sitting on his chair), he’s thorough and filthy about it. he takes his time, looking up at you through those messy dark bangs, cheeks flushed, because watching you fall apart is better than any praise. when you return the favor, he loses his composure fast—his fingers thread tight in your hair, his hips stutte, while low broken moans spill out.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ he runs warm to hot. once clothes come off, his skin is feverish against yours. he likes skin to skin as much as possible—pressing you chest to chest, tangling legs, staying buried inside you after he comes just to feel you pulse around him with your arms around his back.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ hair pulling kink goes both ways. he melts when you tug his dark lockd while he’s buried inside you, hips stuttering. in return, he’ll fist your hair to tilt your head back so he can bite and suck marks along your neck and collarbone.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ slow, deep thrusts are his default. he’ll grind into you with rolling hips, keeping you pressed tight together so you feel every inch. when he’s desperate, though, it does turns frantic—desperate snaps of his hips, the slap of skin echoing in his dimly lit room, his face buried in your neck as he groans your name like a prayer.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ he’s vocal when he cums. low, broken moans and your name spilling out in a beautiful sigh, body shuddering against yours as he holds you impossibly close. afterward he stays inside you for a while, just breathing you in, unwilling to let the moment end.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ poe doesn’t do quickies often. when he has you, he wants time—slow, devastating build up followed by deep, rolling thrusts that leave you shaking. but when the obsession spikes (or when he's just too horny to explain), he can be surprisingly rough; gripping your thighs hard, pounding into you until you’re both hoarse.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ when he tops, he prefers positions where he can see your face. missionary with your legs wrapped around him/up his shoulders, or you riding him while he sits up so he can watch every expression. eye contact is constant and heavy; he drinks in your reactions, and he won't say but they turn him on more.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ but ironically, if he subs, he's too shy for eye contact. of course, he secretly wants you to grab his jaw and turn his pretty face over to look at you—but who knows right? if he does hold eye contact it's brief because his eyes will fluttet and close because they're rolling back to the back of his head and he's too shy to let you see it.

‎⊹ ࣪ ˖ aftercare is cozy and almost routine. he’ll pull you against his chest, fingers gently carding through your hair, pressing soft kisses to your temple and shoulders. he cleans you up himself with warm cloths, then wrapping you both in his heavy, dark blankets. sometimes he’ll read to you in that low, soothing voice until you fall asleep, passages from his own drafts or old poetry, customized with lines about you.

♡𐙚ּ ֶָ֢.

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Still unedited and thus a bit overwritten for my taste, but it’ll get edited before October. Probably.

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Nor have we touched upon the potential of Fyodor taking Ranpo’s role.

Imagine Fyodor being obsessed with Ranpo because he learned that he doesn’t actually have an ability despite believing that he does.

Okay, so... that'd be absolutely horrifying. I'm going to focus on the last one because I can see that one the most.

Fyodor already is completely devoted to the idea of serving God and wiping out all ability users. Ranpo, however, isn't an ability user, despite showing signs of being one, and Fyodor becomes absolutely OBSESSED with finding out how and why.

Why would someone damn themselves to believe they have an ability when in truth, they are a child of Christ who would be saved?

Ranpo's relationship with Fyodor would be less 'rivals' and more like Fyodor is a (platonic) Yandere, while Ranpo is the compeltely unwilling victim. Fyodor wants to save Ranpo. Ranpo doesn't want or need to be saved.

I feel like, in this, Fyodor would also despise Fukuzawa, as Fukuzawa is the one who told Ranpo that he had an ability, and in Fyodor's mind, is the one who decieved Ranpo into beliving he had some gift of the damned when really, besides some fear and doubt, he was pure. He had no pride before being convinced he had an ability. He was not so prideful or arrogant. Those sins came after being convinced.

Every time Fyodor manages to capture Ranpo, Ranpo's always blindfolded when he wakes up, and always in a church. (Though Fyodor has learned by now which cloths irritate Ranpo's eyes, which would draw attention away from the scripture he's reading to the detective) The church because, well, Fyodor wants him to accept God and join him and be forgiven, and the blindfold so he can't use his 'cursed, false' ability.

Fyodor sees Ranpo as a lamb of God who was led astray by those damned creatures that call themselves ability users, while Ranpo sees Fyodor as someone awful who shows him, whether he wants it or not, that he isn't special, but keeps taking him away, trying to convince him to join him so that they can clense the world together.

Nor have we touched upon the potential of Fyodor taking Ranpo’s role.

Imagine Fyodor being obsessed with Ranpo because he learned that he doesn’t actually have an ability despite believing that he does.

Okay, so... that'd be absolutely horrifying. I'm going to focus on the last one because I can see that one the most.

Fyodor already is completely devoted to the idea of serving God and wiping out all ability users. Ranpo, however, isn't an ability user, despite showing signs of being one, and Fyodor becomes absolutely OBSESSED with finding out how and why.

Why would someone damn themselves to believe they have an ability when in truth, they are a child of Christ who would be saved?

Ranpo's relationship with Fyodor would be less 'rivals' and more like Fyodor is a (platonic) Yandere, while Ranpo is the compeltely unwilling victim. Fyodor wants to save Ranpo. Ranpo doesn't want or need to be saved.

I feel like, in this, Fyodor would also despise Fukuzawa, as Fukuzawa is the one who told Ranpo that he had an ability, and in Fyodor's mind, is the one who decieved Ranpo into beliving he had some gift of the damned when really, besides some fear and doubt, he was pure. He had no pride before being convinced he had an ability. He was not so prideful or arrogant. Those sins came after being convinced.

Every time Fyodor manages to capture Ranpo, Ranpo's always blindfolded when he wakes up, and always in a church. (Though Fyodor has learned by now which cloths irritate Ranpo's eyes, which would draw attention away from the scripture he's reading to the detective) The church because, well, Fyodor wants him to accept God and join him and be forgiven, and the blindfold so he can't use his 'cursed, false' ability.

Fyodor sees Ranpo as a lamb of God who was led astray by those damned creatures that call themselves ability users, while Ranpo sees Fyodor as someone awful who shows him, whether he wants it or not, that he isn't special, but keeps taking him away, trying to convince him to join him so that they can clense the world together.

Headcanon that when (or if) Ranpo went to get diagnosed for autism/adhd he aced the autism test but the the person testing him had no fucking clue whether he had adhd or not.

Not because he didn’t show signs— he’s a walking list of symptoms. Just because he scored so high on all the test scores (memory wise and short term brain comprehension, general stuff that those with ADHD tend to have trouble focusing on *and with semi consistent data) that they couldn’t understand whether he was just showing symptoms caused by something else or he does have adhd.

Ranpo was bored af but he has gotta really really triple check that he is in fact, smart as shit by getting really high percents in all scores (and Fukuzawa gave him candy)

On the sheet it says “results are inconclusive, come back in four years.”

Basically they did an IQ test involving categories related to short term memory comprehension, by like repeating numbers said but in weird orders or some shit increasingly, which folks with adhd tend to struggle with… which shows that iq tests are flawed… hm… hmmmmm…

Poe is a vampire. Not Bram-related, no, he just has literal vampirism.

Ranpo (+ the perfect crime guy, + the Guild, and/or maybe + the rest of the ADA) figure this out in the funniest way possible.

Word Counter: ~700 words.

Poe was a vampire.

Not one of those in the cinema, God knows how much he hated Twilight, but a true, actual vampire.

He burnt in the sun, required blood to survive, could turn into a black cat (and a bat, but he truly preferred to be a cat), and would die if he was near silver.

Crosses, he could handle. Thankfully. And most of the blood he drank could be substituted via animal blood or donated blood (even though it tasted starchy and cold when he knew it was supposed to be warm).

Of course, no one else knew.

God knows what would happen if they did. The Guild, well... that wouldn't be too much of a problem, given how Lovecraft was... something, and everyone else seemed to simply figure out ways to ignore the creature's otherness. So they would more than likely simply find ways to work around his inhumanity as well.

Though he would rather not risk it.

It was more his dearest Ranpo he was worried about.

Ranpo's blood sang to him, as if begging to be drank, and Poe just knew it would taste like the sweetest wine man had ever known if he sank his fangs into his dear Ranpo's neck and simply drank. (Perhaps it was because of all the sweets Ranpo constantly ate.)

But of course, he knew better. And if he ever saw Ranpo with those intentions, Poe has no doubt the younger detective would know the instant the older of them walked into the room.

The way Ranpo truly found out about Poe's... condition was positively stupid, if Poe did say so himself.

Apparently, those retched Twilight movies, all 4, had been dubbed over in Japanese. And were being shown back to back in theatres. And Ranpo wished to see them because... well, Ranpo didn't truly know why, but didn't question it. One could simply wish to see a movie with their dearest rival without having ulterior motives. And of course, Mushitaro (or as Fitzgerald called him, Kilimanjaro) got dragged along as well, for some reason or another.

Poe payed for everything, of course. It was only just. He had the most money out of all three of them, and so it was only fair that he payed for his own torment, he supposed.

The first movie was agony. The second was torture. The third was practically a war crime. Poe practically dissociated with the fourth. They were all so... inaccurate. And bad. And just plain awful.

Poe would have rather step into the sun without a parasol than watch those... monstrosities, again.

And so, reasonably, after nearly 8 entire damn hours of watching those godforsaken movies, he was at his wit's end. So when Ranpo asked him what he thought of the movies, he had perhaps... snapped.

"They're awful! They're so awfully inaccurate its nearly offensive! Everyone knows vampires burn in the sun! Hell, if I could go in the sun and just sparkle instead of what, burning alive, I would be at the beach every day of my life! And God above, what is with all of them having super strength?! My bones would have broken if I attempted anything of the sort! Where are the transformations?! The actual lore?! Vampires are practically infertile, everyone knows that! We reproduce via bloodborne contact, not through whatever happened in that 4th piece of-"

Poe stopped himself, realizing Musitaro was staring at him in both confusion and... probably annoyance, while Ranpo himself looked vindicated.

Without missing a beat, the young detective turned to Mushitaro. "I told you he was a vampire! See! My Ultra-Deduction is never wrong!"

Mushitaro scowled. "Did you actually expect me to believe you at first? You burst into my apartment and begin claiming that Poe is a vampire, despite Poe getting squeamish at the sight of blood. You sounded insane."

"And you doubted me. And you were proven wrong. Obviously."

"You truly are both so damn insufferable."

Poe blinked. "You... knew?"

Ranpo grinned. "Obviously! You're really obvious, you know? Now those movies were awful. I need at least... 2 bags of candy to make up for it."