I LOVE THIS I LOVE THISSSSS !!!! MY HAPPINESSS ARGHHHHHHH

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THISSSSS !!!! MY HAPPINESSS ARGHHHHHHH 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

You looked up at Ranpo's peaceful features, his eyes usually closed and his spiky hair messier than ever pressed against your pristine pillows—and he was so adorable, you really couldn't believe he was here right now, in your bed, in your arms. You snuck a hand out from the blanket that was covering the both of you, reaching out to stroke his cheek, and—

His eyes opened. You took your hand away, and now it was just hovering in the air above his head. His eyes were a pair of bright beautiful emerald orbs—scanning your face which was starting to grow surprised, a smirk starting to form on his face. He reached out a hand of his own to gently guide yours back to his face.

"I can see you're trying to wake me up, sweetheart." Heavens, you adored him.

OR

a bsd Ranpo morning after drabble. req by @enmie1533, you little demon of a sister. thanks for the banner. be careful ranpo's my son.

warnings: nsfw very verrrrry very implied, you can't even tell but i that's what req meant (told me herself). nothing much else really. just cuddles 'n' all. gender neutral reader. not proofread. reader speaks up like once. very cringe. very very.

The unusual silence of no alarms greeted you this morning.

Strange, a lot of things were different this morning. The bed was warmer, tilted slightly more to the side, the pillows were arranged differently, and there was a pair of lean arms wrapped around you. That's right.

You looked up at the man who was sleeping right next to you. Ranpo was letting out a quiet snore—you were just right next to him so you could hear it directly next to your ear. It would've annoyed you if, say, you were married and old, and you couldn't stand the detective's constant annoying remarks much less his snoring, but at this moment, you just found it insanely adorable.

You scanned Ranpo's peaceful features for another moment or so, his eyes usually closed and his spiky hair messier than ever pressed against your pristine pillows—and he was so cute, you really couldn't believe he was here right now, in your bed, in your arms. You snuck a hand out from the blanket that was covering the both of you, reaching out to stroke his cheek, and—

His eyes opened. You suddenly pulled your hand away, and now it was just hovering in the air above his head. His eyes were a pair of bright beautiful emerald orbs—scanning your face which was starting to grow surprised, a cheeky smirk starting to form on his face. He reached out a hand of his own to gently guide yours back to his face.

"I can see you're trying to wake me up, sweetheart." Heavens, you adored him.

"... Why are you awake."

"It's morning already. The sun is up, and so am I—!" And Ranpo was quickly moving again—curling up on top of you. You let out an exasperated groan as his dark hair tickled your jaw from how he nuzzled against your neck, then tilted his head downwards so that his nose was practically swimming in your collarbone.

You and him both knew he would not wake up just because the sun was up. Seldom this brat even knew how to wake up to an alarm without snoozing it thrice. Whatever. You chose to ignore it and take your hands out of the blanket instead, running them through his hair gently. Ranpo let out a chuckle in return.

"You smell nice," Ranpo murmured against you, taking a long inhale of your scent, the air that you both were practically sharing because of how close he was to you. You could feel a ghost of a smirk against your skin. "You look nice. Do you feel nice, too?"

You nodded at him slightly, letting him take your face in his hands. This moment was so soft for the two of you—Ranpo gently cupped your cheeks as he lifted himself off just a little. He tilted your face up to look directly at him, his eyes half-lidded as he scanned your features slowly. Memorizing your face. His green orbs in full view. His bare shoulders peeking out from the blanket just slightly. The smirk on his face. His messy hair. You swore he looked prettier than any other guy out there.

Ranpo hummed in amusement at your silence (he could feel your eyes looking so closely at him and it made him flush with both embarrassment and love), and he leaned back down to quickly place a kiss on your lips—it was hastily made, but he kissed deeply, and genuinely. As if making sure you knew how sure he was of you. The detective was so sure he was helplessly in love with you that he didn't even need his glasses to confirm it. He knew he loved you.

He quickly pulled away with an exaggerated "mwah!", rolling off you and dragging the blanket with him. You wanted to shout after him to be more careful, but he was already running off with the blanket half-dragging at his feet as he ran off into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Ranpo was cackling childishly, his laughter echoing from the bathroom and taunting you annoyingly.

...

And when you complained and asked him why he rushed off like a goof after kissing you so genuinely, he simply replied, "Hm? Obviously, the world's greatest detective needs to get ready for his job. I'll see you tonight when I'm done saving the world, sweetheart!"

Ranpo turned to you after pulling his brown hat on, opening his bright green eyes for you to see once more. "Your place, this time?"

YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY UGHHHHH I GOT THE TJNGLES THIS IS SO DELICIOUS LITERALLY HEAVEN GOD WRITTWN SMUT THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD YUMY

"mahou shoujo // trick or treat" Ranpo + fem reader ~2.9k words warnings: 18+ content, minors dni notes: does this count as subby Ranpo? ao3.

“Is Halloween as big a deal here as it is back home?”

Ranpo tilts his head at your question, soft hair brushing his face as he meticulously arranges his Skittles by color. “Yeah, you could say that,” he hums without looking up; he is, as usual, more interested in his candy than a conversation. A smile twitches across his mouth. “Obviously it’s a big deal to me,” he says, stating something that you could’ve guessed on your own. Then he regathers his Skittles back into a rainbow and tosses them all into his mouth.

Your face lights up at that. When you lean back in your desk chair, it rolls across the office’s hardwood floors, wheeling you over to Ranpo’s side at his lone island. “We should do a couples costume!” The closer you get, the further he slouches over his remaining pile of Skittles, a vain attempt to shield them from your sticky fingers. You do manage to snatch at least one before he can hide them.

“Hey!” He sticks his tongue out at you and bats your hand away before you can snatch any more. “Couple’s costumes are stupid,” he grumbles; you can’t tell if he actually means that, or if he’s just trying to get back at you for the stolen Skittle. “—besides, I’ve already got a costume planned.” Resting his chin in the palm of his hand, a smirk lazily floats across his face, a familiar tint of mischief sparkling in his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll love it when I show you.”

It’s not uncommon for Ranpo to play games like this; he loves knowing things you don’t, occasionally treating your relationship like a chess game where one unlucky player— often you— doesn’t actually know the rules. All day at work, no matter how much you’d whine or plead or bat your eyes, Ranpo refused to budge, seeming proud of his little secret.

Until you got home.

Rolling a hard candy between his teeth, Ranpo drags you into his bedroom, nudging you to perch yourself on the edge of his mattress. Even on the walk to his apartment he hadn’t given up any information— but now, he’s almost bouncing on his toes the closer he gets to revealing something as simple as a Halloween costume. You can’t help being suspicious when he’s like this. With an order of “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” he disappears into his bathroom and shuts the door.

The lock audibly clicks into place. You’re left with nothing but your thoughts and the suspicious rustle of fabric that drifts through the wood.

Of course your mind wanders; he seems more excited about this than you are, and you can’t help but wonder what kind of outfit would have Ranpo Edogawa, of all people, so giddy. In the entire time you’ve known him, he’s never shown even a passing interest in fashion— that’s the entire reason he’s so enamored with his damned cape, after all. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the door swinging back open. Ranpo steps out into his bedroom, his eyes studying your face as you study his ‘costume.’

“—oh.”

At your timid reaction, Ranpo’s pretty face curls into a Cheshire-cat grin.

Shoulders bared. A cleavage window for the subtle curve of his flat tits. The skirt, already short enough, made even shorter by the layers of fluffy petticoats underneath. Garter belts on both thighs, held closed by moon-shaped charms, large and reflective enough to betray a glimpse of the lacy fabric just barely hidden beneath his tiny skirt. Thigh-high stockings that dig into the plush of his thighs, such a bright, innocent shade of white that they contrast with the sheer smug on his face. A fucking magical girl outfit.

“Seems like y’like it,” he purrs. Your voice escapes you— as Ranpo makes his way towards your lap, he sways his hips, the fabric of the skirt twirling around his pale thighs like his body is casting a very successful spell. His delicate hands bunch in the petticoats to hike up the skirt as he swings his way into your lap, arms eventually coming to rest around your shoulders to keep himself upright. “—you do like it, right?” He bats his long lashes at you— Ranpo is already well aware of the answer, but he wants to hear you say it. Always gives him a thrill when you confirm his suspicions.

“Looks good on you,” you mumble, eyes continuing to rake up and down his body on display, perched in your lap. Your hands land firmly on his hips, only to dip lower and lower, gently squeezing the soft curves of his ass through the layers of ruffles.

You’re hesitating. Ranpo huffs.

“I didn’t put this on for you t’hold me like a doll, y’know,” he pouts at you, arching his back to press himself further into your touch.

You snicker at his clear impatience and press a quick kiss to his mouth as your hands finally delve underneath the hem of his skirt. Your movements are slow, dragging your nails up his thighs— it makes his skin tingle through the thin fabric of his stockings, and he can’t fight the electric shudder that pulses through him. Your fingers continue their exploration, still moving even lower; the digits slip under the soft silk of his garters and tug them up just a bit before you let go. The elastic snaps back into place, and he squeals at the brief sting. He opens his mouth to tell you off, but doesn’t get the chance— you silence him with another kiss and slip your tongue into his mouth. Ranpo groans, but when your nails graze the thin lace that separates the two of you, you gasp, and it’s his turn to grin against your mouth; all at once you shove his skirt further up his hips to get a proper eyeful.

“Lace?” Your voice is breathy. The panties are already thin enough, but with his precum beginning to drip through and soak the fabric, they’re practically see-through. Ranpo grins and waggles his eyebrows at you until you giggle.

“If you don’t ask any questions, I’ll get you a matching set.” Ranpo lifts his hips enough for you to drag the lacy panties down his thighs, finally freeing his half-hard cock. A contented sigh drifts from his throat as you continue to feel him up, although his mood quickly begins to shift, even as your hands explore, squeeze his thighs or tug his skirt— you’re not touching him enough. 

As if you’d heard his impatient thoughts— or at least, noticed the way his swollen cock was tipped with a painful shade of red— your hand closes around his shaft, and Ranpo moans as you give him a few experimental strokes. You’re just teasing him at this point; your grip on his cock is loose, and when he glares at you, you take the hint. You brush your thumb over his slit as you pump his cock, smearing precum down his shaft and making him shiver.

“Just— ah—” Ranpo lets out a shaky breath as he bucks his hips up into your hand. “Just like that—”

“Awful demanding of you,” your free hand digs into the fullness of his thigh, sharp nails leaving scarlet crescent-moons across his milky skin. Your grip on him begins to loosen up, as if to scold him for mouthing off already.

Ranpo huffs again. One eye slides open, glaring defiantly at you with that gorgeous shade of green, as he brings his own hand to clutch at your wrist and keep you from pulling away. His firm grasp holds your hand in place as his thrusts grow erratic. “Maybe,” snark on his sharp silver tongue, “if you’d give me what I need—”

Ah, a challenge.

Ranpo’s voice cracks before he can finish his insult. His eyelids flutter and he groans softly, his head falling forward, chin to his chest. “‘m gonna—” A full-body shudder races up his spine, and Ranpo is whining as he cums, still sloppily thrusting into your warm hand.

“You’re so pretty,” you hum, pressing open-mouthed kisses up his neck. It doesn’t matter that he didn’t last long; you got a show, and that’s the important part. Ranpo squirms in your lap and grumbles as you continue to gently pump his cock and smear his cum up his shaft.

Ranpo sighs as his eyes flutter back open. The heat that blossoms across his face matches the heat in his gaze. “C’mon,” he says; even as his cock softens in your grasp, he bucks his hips again, his own wandering hands moving to squeeze and grope you through your own clothes. “I know that can’t be the only thing you wanted t’do to me in this outfit.”

“You talk too much.” Your hand leaves his cock, and he groans at the loss as you gather thick drops of his cum on your fingertips. “Open that pretty mouth again, Ranpo.”

It’s in Ranpo’s nature to be defiant. He can see right through your intentions with his crystalline eyes. He scowls, instinctively opening his mouth to tell you no, he doesn’t follow orders— but you know him too well. That’s exactly what you were expecting. You press your fingers into his mouth, against his tongue, and a soft whimper immediately leaves his throat. Ranpo’s eyes slip closed again, the tension visibly leaving his body as he swirls his tongue around the digits, lapping at the pads of your fingers as you press down again.

It’s kinda pathetic, actually.

You nudge against the very back of his tongue and Ranpo gags, throat constricting around your fingers as he instinctively bites down. Can’t really blame him for that one, but you’ll remember it.

Despite being a bit bigger than you, Ranpo is lightweight. Withdrawing your fingers from his mouth— and ignoring his pathetic little whines at the loss— you dip your hands under his plush thighs and tip him backwards into bed.

“I think these might be my favorite,” you sigh, settling yourself between his legs. You press a feather-light kiss to the soft fabric of his stockings, your eyes trained on his face for his reaction. His gaze follows your every movement, watching you press those tantalizing kisses up his thigh, his cock twitching back to life each time you dig your teeth in.

Ranpo’s eyes widen and his face flushes an even deeper shade of red; he’s not sure if he’s embarrassed by your position, or if he’s circling around to being embarrassed he gets flustered that easily. Then he huffs, face twisting in impatience instead. “If you’re between my thighs,” he grumbles, “you’re not on my dick. Where you’re s’pose to be.”

“Oh, is that what you’re wanting, Ranpo?” Your tongue lathes against his thigh to soothe the sting of your teeth— to watch him squirm. “For someone so demanding, you’re not very good at telling me what you want.”

Ranpo groans loudly, an irritated sound that usually pushes you to do what he wants. The greatest detective in the world does not beg. He doesn’t. He doesn’t. He does.

“—fuck me already,” he bites out. He tilts his head back and slams his eyes shut; he doesn’t have to see your face to know that you’re grinning down smugly at him, and his pride can’t handle that. “Don’t wanna wait tonight. Wanna feel you.”

You just hum, resting against his thigh, teasing him by running your nails against his stockings but refusing to acknowledge his desires. He knows exactly what you’re waiting for.

“—please.” It’s barely a breath out of his mouth. He can feel himself wilting; the first time is always the hardest. After that it becomes natural. “Please,” he whines again, “I just wanna be inside you— can’t stand it, please—”

Even if he is just putting on a show, he always knows exactly what you wanna hear.

“And how hard was that, Ranpo?” You shift until you’re hovering above him, taking as little time as possible to drag your pants off, only shoving your panties to the side enough to tease his swollen cock against your slit.

“Stop teasing,” he demands, pointedly bucking his hips in a vain attempt to feel you. His tip catches on your hole, but you click your tongue and pull back. An exasperated noise leaves his throat before dying into another feeble whine. “Please.”

You hum and lean forward to press a kiss to his chapped lips before granting him any mercy— pumping his slick shaft once, twice, before finally lining him up with your entrance and sinking down on his cock.

Ranpo keens. His eyes roll to the back of his skull, hands scrambling from the bedsheets to your hips, frantic to pull you as close as possible now that he finally gets to feel you. You let out your own shaky sigh, hands splayed across the bright fabric that covers his chest, curling into the expensive satin and feeling it stretch in your grasp. Heat blossoms across Ranpo’s face and spills all the way down his neck. His eyes slide open, and his glassy gaze has warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach.

You roll your hips flush against his and let out an airy moan. He fills you perfectly, as always.

“I changed my mind,” you mumble, “this is my favorite. Feels like you were built for me.”

Ranpo’s eyes flutter shut again, long lashes dusting against his pretty face as his head lolls back into the pillows. Weight braced against his chest, you slowly lift yourself onto your knees before sinking back down. The sensation of his cock filling you pushes all the air out of your lungs. He groans happily as your gummy walls envelop him, his grip tight on your hips and thighs as he feels himself drowning in your warmth. He’s still sensitive— and with the way you’re already clenching around him, he’s not sure he’ll last.

You’re already positively dripping, and he’s coated in the filthy combination of your wetness and his own cum, each movement up and down his shaft filling the room with slick noises that have his face burning. Ranpo’s cock twitches against your walls and he whimpers.

Giggling at how easy it is to reduce him to such pathetic noises, you lean forward and press yourself chest-to-chest with him, resting your forehead flush against his. The change in position had just been so you could peer into his heart-filled eyes as you split yourself open on his dick— but the change in angle also has his cock hitting deeper, nudging at a sensitive spot inside you, forcing a moan out of your throat. You can feel every inch dragging against your walls.

“Feels so— ah— so good, Ranpo—” your voice shakes as hard as your thighs burn, “y’always fill me so well— and you’re so pretty like this too—”

Even simple praise has Ranpo’s eyes rolling back into his head. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, his hips jolting upwards to meet your own thrusts. His arms encircle your waist, intent on holding you still as he sets his own pace now, sloppily thrusting up into your eager cunt. His pretty face is tense with the effort it takes to stave off his impending orgasm. He’s already gotten what he wanted tonight— it’s your turn. He can at least do that much.

“Wanna feel you cum around me,” he breathes out. Ranpo finds himself nuzzling into your neck, nipping and kissing his way across your jaw. When his teeth graze against your pulse, you shudder, and the way your walls squeeze him at that is heavenly. He’ll never get enough; one hand leaves the plush of your hips so he can brush his thumb over your clit, and the resulting mewl paints a lazy smirk across his face. His eyelids drop closed again for a moment as he loses himself in you.

His thrusts are sloppy, and he draws circles against your clit in time with his pace. His other hand squeezes your hips before dipping down to grab a handful of your ass, pulling you down on his shaft at a new angle that presses him deeper than ever. His eyes flicker back open— he’s gazing up at you with sheer adoration in those bright green pools, and the pure love in his eyes has you whimpering, your entire body tense as you finally come. Your warm cunt clenches around Ranpo and he quickly follows; head dropped back against the pillows, his eyes roll as he cums, his deceptively delicate hands holding you firm on his cock as he pumps you full.

You slouch limply against Ranpo’s warm chest. Even with him still sheathed deeply in you, you can already feel his cum starting to drip out and down your thighs, but cleanup is a problem for future you. The racing of his heartbeat against your ear serves to lull you into relaxation. One of his hands comes up to prod at your face, poking your cheek and pulling your hair until he gets you to tiredly look up; as soon as you lift that pretty face of yours, he surges forward and slams his mouth into yours, all tongue and teeth, not ready to let go of you yet. His other hand finds yours, still curled tightly in the fabric of his costume; something seems to cross his mind, and he nudges you upright so he can prop himself up on his elbows.

A frown crosses his swollen lips as he catches sight of the blue satin; it has been stretched out, and the skirt is sopping with the combination of your slick and his cum. “Damn,” he sighs, “I was hopin’ I could save this thing enough for trick-or-treating.”

I started this on his birthday and wanted to have it up by Halloween, and I'm glad I finished it just in time!! thank you for reading, let me know what you think!!

so cutie

It's my lunch time

(Source)

I suddenly have a thought about putting Ranpo in his place where the s/o uses her foot or heel to rub him off. Like imagine it first starts off as a punishment for Ranpo being such a brat, denying him affection, praises, whatsoever and then there will be a time where he get so needy you’ll have to resort to do that!!

AAA I AM IN SO MUCH RANPO BRAINROT RIGHT NOW I JUST LOVE HIM WHAT DO YOU THINK

This is the second time in two days someone has associated my elite faves with foot stuff 😅 what are y'all trying to do to me?

But yeah, I see your vision.

Maybe he offhandedly called you a dummy for not immediately identifying the killer when he showed you a story in the newspaper at breakfast. Maybe he grumbled at you because the store was out of his favorite namagashi and somehow that was your fault. Maybe he barely spoke to you all afternoon in favor of sitting on the bed playing video games until he realized he became needy, and suddenly you were the focus of his world again.

Ranpo isn't a bad boyfriend he's just... kinda spoiled. And sometimes you need to teach him a lesson. So you sit at the other end of the bed, pressing your toes to his crotch while he pouts and whines, "C'moooon, I said I'm sorry. You're not a dummy, I know you went out of your way to try to get ther sweets, and I know I've been a jerk today."

You pull out your phone, scrolling absentmindedly and completely ignore his pleas. "If you're that horny, get yourself off."

"Fine. Maybe I will." He huffs petulantly, puffing out his cheeks and folding his arms over his chest.

But before long he's whimpering as he rocks his hips, rubbing his clothed cock against your foot with tears clumping his eyelashes. His cheeks are flushed red and he's gritting his teeth, trying and failing to hold back his desperate cries for attention. "Please... touch me... I need more. I can't cum like this. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please... I love you!"

"I'm not even going to look at you until you've cum," you tell him.

He sniffs and nods and humps your foot, desperate to earn you back. "I promise I'll be good."

And when you say nothing, when you don't reassure him that he is good, he rubs himself against your foot with such determination, eventually cumming with a lovely, pitiful whine.

"Did I do good?" he asks.

Finally, finally you look at him, setting down your phone to tell him. "You did. Good boy."

He's an absolute angel for the rest of the day.

god i swear to god i love this so much

"Ranpo. I'm falling asleep, man."

Your complaints are met with Ranpo's own disgruntled mumbles pressed into the damp skin of your neck. "Don't call me man. I'm trying to kiss you and that's what I get?"

"Trying to kiss me while I'm trying to sleep. Can you wait for the morning?"

Apparently, he can't, because he stays in his position on top of you. Every line of his body is pressed into yours as his arms stay wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in and keeping you locked. You don't hate this, truthfully, but you are falling asleep. The only thing keeping you awake is your annoying partner who you love but also want to kick out of the bed for the night.

Ranpo trails innocent open-mouthed kisses along the soft part beneath your jawline before moving up to the corner of your mouth. He sighs a content little hum into your skin and you have to fight back a shiver. He's awfully good at this. You know he's not trying to do any more than kissing—he never does when you're both bone tired and swaddled in bed—but his incessant gestures are inching you more and more to full consciousness and you really need to get a full seven hours of sleep tonight.

"I need it," he tells you, earnest in the way he always is when the exhaustion starts to make his clever brain fuzzy. He's always a little more mushy with you past eleven PM, words and thoughts and actions slurring into one barely cohesive jumble. "Just a little. Won’t you do it for me? 'Cause you love me 'nd all."

He needs it. Good god. He’s gonna kill you with that one day.

Whatever smart response bubbling on your tongue immediately fizzes out when he covers your lips with his own. Hot and slow breaths puff between the both of you as he moves his mouth against yours in slow, pliant motions. You're far too weak for him and far too awake now, so you let him take you apart just for a moment, just to take the edge off his spontaneous neediness.

"Yeah, sure. Love you and whatever," you manage to squeeze out between his perpetual line of kisses, now spanning across your lips and to your cheek and the spot right beneath your eye, close enough to let you feel the way his soft breaths flutter against your eyelashes.

"One more," he tells you—but it's more like he's telling himself. Like a goal, a promise, a self-fulfilled prophecy. "Just one. M'kay? Then you can fall asleep all early like you're a senior citizen."

"This senior citizen is letting you kiss them, baby. Don't complain."

And, oh, isn't it such a delight, hearing the way his breaths turn shaky for just a second after the nickname leaves your mouth. Every time you call him baby he goes shaky and bashful, too embarrassed to say anything smart. It’s his weak point and you’re too addicted to be good about it.

“If you wake me up early,” you tell him, finally able to pry his face away from yours with the help of a firm hand cupping his cheek, “I’ll make you breakfast. And you can kiss me again. I’ll even walk to the store and get that good jam that you like.”

“You’re a good bargainer.”

“Comes with the job. Will you let me go to bed now?”

He makes a contemplative noise, a hum that buzzes through your fingertips from where you hold his face. “I said one more, right?”

Indeed he did. With a sigh, you let him press a big stupid kiss on your lips, complete with an obnoxiously loud mwah! sound effect from him that you roll your eyes at. What a man-child.

(You still walk to the store for him in the morning. You’re weak at heart, really.)

commission!! :]