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I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind
Edgar Allen Poe
CARESSING WORDS
edgar allan poe x reader | nsfw
Cw! female reader, sub on sub lowkey, first time, recieving oral (r), shy reader, soft sex but it gets desperate, lingerie, vaginal sex, protected sex, author has no idea what their doing lmao
thank you to the person who requested this! This request too got lost in the cosmos
Awkward was an understatement when describing the situation at the moment.
Him in the doorway and you on the bed looking pretty, like a goddess. Dressed in a black babydoll with pearls and glittered scattered across your skin.
The bling shined against the lit candles of the Victorian Chamber around you two. Edgar was enamored, and yet he was frozen. He was sweating just watching you stare him with your doe eyes full of eyeshadow and dark lashes.
This was something you had been planning for so long and here you were so nervous to even continue it.
In fact, all of this was so stressful. You and Edgar were shy people and it took forever to even get together until the likes of Ranpo, Yosano, and unlikely Mushitaro got tired of it. Now here you were on the silk sheets dressed in black sheer and lace.
The shyness extended to one another, and there had been the underlining tension of wanting to do something sexual, but neither made a move or anything at all.
Edgar at this moment was reminded that all his fantasies were proven to be true and he was given them. Those times he sat in his chair trying to write but his vision was taken by you. He held your hips while you grinded fabric against the fabric or the very semblance of your walls around him.
Even worse it would happen when you were in the same room. If you noticed his red face or the boner in his pants you never said a thing. He greatly appreciated that.
However, now he couldn't deny his red face and obvious boner.
You noticed as he found your form to be going back against the smooth pillows. "Do you like it...?" You asked lowly and shyly. He didn't know how to articulate what to say.
The moving of hair with his black nails and long fingers revealed one of his; that misty violet which was of snow and the moon. Like a gemstone that rarely ever got to shine. Wobbly with the intent of lust.
A whisper of his voice haunted you, "Yes..." Shaky and shy.
Most embarrassingly for you; opening your arms to the man. Shaking hands that were freezing despite the numerous candles. You ached for his touch. Damn the shyness and anxieties that came with touching one another.
Above all his worries Edgar abandoned his way at the door. His clothes legs deepened onto his bed, and his arms curved around your body. Shaking as he held your body close to his.
"Eddie? Will you please-?"
"Yes, of course my dear."
You both spoke in trembles. Both are hot to the touch with embarrassment embroidered into your bones. "Here." He whispered, and he dwelled downward. There was a hitch in your voice as his breathing came in contact with your clothed cunt.
You cursed under your breath as he moved your undergarments aside. His breath was shaky as he moved to taste the substance at your entrance. "Please." You begged and he complied.
It was so strange. The way his tongue touched your velvet walls and inside. Licking up to your clit and back into the side. Like a meal he never tasted before Edgar was hooked. He groaned as you moaned. Your hands reached to his beloved locks and pulled. It pulled a loud moan of pain and pressure, and vibrations were sent up.
Throwing your head back Edgar indulged himself into your entire being. Feeling as if he was eating you to your soul. Your entire being was in pleasure and it couldn't take it. Edgar was too good, despite the inexperience.
You whined loudly he separated from you when you were so close. "Edgar-" You whined for him. His lips drenched in you. His arms curving to take you into his arms without a care.
The clinking of a belt and shuffling of fabric filtered into the room. Soft hands take the large organ near your entrance. Breathing a lot so you could accommodate his size.
His fingers pulled you apart just as his tongue did. Edgar moaned your name sweetly. Kissing your lips hesitantly but it morphed into something more.
"Do it!" You breathlessly moaned for him to put it him, and he did. With a hiss, you were focused on him entering you. Edgar's voice was strangled as he was subjected to your tightness.
The rubber around him kept him from feeling all of you, but the tightness was there. Edgar relished in the tightness of you. You were endowed with his hold and care.
"I'm gonna!"
"Do it." Edgar rammed into you as he became more desperate. You were too much. Your velvet walls were so much and he loved it. Despite his inexperience Edgar proved to be exceptional.
He was beautiful as a writer just as he was a lover. He allowed you to drench his clothed stomach.
Feeling it he pulled out. You clung to him so that the hot organ could touch your sweaty stomach. Against it, he jerked himself as you practically ground yourself against him. The white substance covered you and your cunt beautifully.
"Eddie?" You questioned softly, a whisper to him. Your hands combing through his locks and soft smile on your face.
"Yes, of course." He endowed himself to you so sweetly. He loved you deeply as you did him. He was writer and showed his love dearly.
You were dear, as he was too.
He complied; once again entering you and sealed with a kiss.
ranpo using poe for his ability? no no ranpo just trusts him enough to ask for help constantly without feeling like he has to do everything on his own!! :3 (im extremely delusional about them.)
Do you think he can do tricks?
I knovw ive see this artstyle somewhere
wife bday
I DONT WANNA LET YOU COOK.
Day 3 of the Ranpoe Week 2024 !!
"But the horror... the horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret."
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There's actually a small part 2 of this comic
Coming later this week >:3
Second Anniversary Special
As many of the long-time followers of this blog know, I originally started out on the classic literature side of tumblr, which is what lead to my venturing into bsd. As an homage to my roots as a classic lit enthusiast, I’ll be going through all the works that I’ve read written by bsd authors:
The Spider’s Thread by Akutagawa
This short story is brought up in a lot of animes, which is unfortunately the most likely way western bsd fans. I could make an entire separate post of commentary on how the American school system doesn’t cover most foreign literature (outside of English [as in from England] and French works), and that is an absolute travesty. However, that’s not what we’re covering right now.
Anyway. The Spider’s Thread is a very short story—like two pages at most. You can go read it now. For all the other entries I plan on rating the novels out of 5, but this one’s truly too short to rate. If you wanna read it you can find a hundred pdfs online. The same probably goes for most works of classic literature, so. Go wild enjoy the wonderful world of free online pdfs.
The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe
I was probably assigned other works by Poe, but this one is most likely his most famous short story. I was assigned it in middle school/high school/ and at least twice in college. Again, very short short story—you can read it in a few minutes tops.
5/5 for the sole reason of it aligning with my personal sense of humor. I get that it’s not supposed to be funny, but unreliable narrators are and will always be hilarious to me. I love a guy insisting that he’s not crazy while he’s off murdering a guy. Cask of Amontillado-core protagonist. Funny because E.A. Poe also wrote Cask of Amantillado. I’m out here starting to suspect that E.A. Poe just really loved writing his unnamed unreliable narrator protagonists.
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
I’ve never read Tom Sawyer, but in 11th grade my class read Huckleberry Finn. 3/5 because I don’t like the way it was taught in class, but I did enjoy analyzing it more than some other books we did.
Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky
Currently reading it so I can’t give much feedback, but so far I’d like this guy (Raskolnikov not Dostoyevsky) to meet Meursault from The Stranger. If anyone’s made this crossover, please send it to me. And if not and you wanna go make it yourself—please I’ll love you forever.
Dracula by Bram Stoker
I mean we’ve all done Dracula Daily. Or at least I’ll assume you’ve heard of it. 5/5, Mina’s best girl, Quincey’s best boy, I have very basic opinions but I’m standing by them.
--Bonus
The Stranger by Camus
Meursault the prison is clearly named after Meursault, the fictional character who famously goes to prison, right. We’re all on the same page about this, right?
Anyway if you’ve never heard of or read the stranger, [spoilers] it’s about this guy who kills a guy for no reason (“it was just so hot outside, idk what happened but now there’s a dead guy, this is a good enough criminal defense right? You’re not gonna send me to jail for just this one little mistake---oh you’re giving me the death penalty? Ah. I see.”) Solid 4/5—points deducted for being a little slow by some parts (although I can’t vouch for how it is in the original French, this was only my impression from the English translation I read)
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After making this list, it’s clear that I haven’t read too many books my bsd authors, so next years my anniversary special will be more about the classic literature I have read. I do plan to keep posting until then. So please enjoy another year of the anti-dazai blog!!
So...
I have decided to ask my english teacher if she had any works by Edgar Allan Poe (to bsd fans I mean the real life author) she said she doesn't in the classroom but she might have something at her house and that she has been giving a lot away (she's retiring soon so that explains that)
Do I know what that means?
Absolutely not and I'm not going to pretend like I do
All I know is I get to cry because she doesn't have any works and I get to search the internet for his works ;;
Just them having fun.
School assignment. Had to illustrate a fairytale or classic story, and I went with Edgar Allan Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart," namely the final scene. Wanted to create that feeling of mounting encroaching dread, y'know? Plus this was mainly a color assignment- so I got to have some fun. The bi-flag is peak color scheme.
"Tell Tale Heart" is the extreme reaction to "Miley Cyrus Blue Eyes"
Bungou Stray Dogs Fan Comic: Poe's Birthday 2025
I posted this on my twitter on his birthday and my friend was bugging me to put it on my tumblr too. So, even though it's not his birthday anymore, here you go ^^
Poe lost Karl ya'll 😔 background info for Poe:
- i forgot to mention what the Guild is gonna do, uhh you know those food critics? They do the same and try to buy the place if its good to get more money 💵💵💸💸
-He holds that lock necklace when he's nervous since he was gifted with it by Ranpo/Rampo and feels like it's special (surprise, surprise. He's matching with Ranpo/Rampo.) - he met the guild through Facebook on accident, no questions asked.
can u draw poe (bsd)? im having brainrot abt him rn lmao
Here's poe!
Probably one of the sweetest characters after atsushi 🤧
everything is a reference. and i mean EVERYTHING, so here is a list of everyday things i associate with my favorite charas / ships / fandoms- i want you, YES YOU, to guess what their connection is (keep in mind, some may seem fairly obvious):
rats, snow, russia, ushankas, cellos (string instruments in general), literally anything white or purple, fish (mackerels especially), bandages, trench coats, bolo ties, suicide, slugs, small things, red tattoos, waistcoats, gravity, dress shoes, doughnuts, bicycle wheels (im so sorry if you understand this), glasses, raccoons, dogs, birds (doves), dolls, anything medical . . . .
add your own and i suppose ill guess what your reference is too!
Headcanon as a Chuuran shipper,
Dazai, Chuuya, Yosano and Poe once fought to see who's Ranpo's biggest fan.
(if you don't ship Chuuran just remove Chuuya <3)
╰┈➤ Lucy's ability. Like I want a sleepover? Ok fine you can come into my room and NO ONE will bother us
╰┈➤Poe's ability is also so cool
╰┈➤Also Dazai like if we were in a world full of abilities it'll be pretty useful? Like, you can kill me if you touch me? Try me b—
╰┈➤ And Yosano's one. Since my health isn't very good, just like my relatives, I would like to save them if needed.
if i ask very nicely, will you reblog this post and tell me what is your favorite bsd ability? mine is demon snow 🤍
El crimen perfecto.
Edogawa Ranpo moodboard. I watched first season of Bungous Stray Dogs and half of the second one. This boy made me fell in love with him after first time he appeared on a screen. Also finally after his interest in glass balls out of battles I actually started to think that I have a lot in common with him. Maybe I will make whole series out of characters I associate myself with.
I find it really funny how Poe is basically the ada's emergency contact
Poe bought a phone with a camera just so he could take pictures of Ranpo and Karl 🥺💕
Detective boyfriends with their racoon son. 🦝💕
The One Novel Ranpo Can't Solve - (Edgar Allan Poe x Edogawa Ranpo /One Shot/)
Tags: Ranpo Edogawa/Edgar Allan Poe, Ranpo Edogawa, Edgar Allan Poe, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Fluff, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Bad Poetry, Pining, Kissing, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, First I love You’s, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicide, Not Graphic!! Just in Poe's writing!
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‘The heart once so full of love and equity dishevelled in his chest as he felt the blood reach his feet…“Jane” he muttered under his breath. Not that there was such a thing left in his lungs. “Jane” he repeated as his eyes filled with sorrow, his face was wet with agony. “Lo’
A hand took Poe’s from the keyboard of his typewriter. Without turning around he knew who it was. The sticky -probably from hard sweets- fingers that grabbed his wrist, they looked so small compared to his that were long and boney.
“Good evening, Dear Ranpo” he felt Karl jump off his shoulders as a different body rested on them. Ranpo’s arms wrapped around his neck, his head leaning off to the side just enough to be able to see each other.
“So~ How’s the new novel going~?” Ranpo coos, unable to stop the excitement of getting a new novel to sit through. The last one took him totally by surprise as he’d actually had three guesses for the ending and not even one was correct! He couldn’t believe how good Poe’s writing has gotten.
“Oh this is actually a personal story, it’s a gothic romance where the lead; Jacob, gets married to his girlfriend of a year not realising she still has some secrets he’s never been told.” he stops talking about the story when he sees Ranpo smiling at him almost mockingly because of how lovingly he speaks of his work.
“You’re right, it’s not at all my thing but can I read the first page? Since I’m guessing you haven’t finished” Poe nods, looking through his well organised filing cabinet. He takes the page out and hands it to Ranpo with a softly-embarrassed smile.
He waits patiently for Ranpo to read through it though it only takes the first few lines for him to burst into laughter. Was his writing that bad? Surely not, his gothic romance novels that he published under a pen name did much better than any other works, though still all of them were very popular especially back in the US.
“So- this gorgeous girl named Jane has, hair the ‘black of a raven's feather, tapering at her nape’ with ‘Lunar green eyes, with a fade of olivine reflected by the light when not hidden behind her thick glasses.’ She’s also around 5’5’’ and has a beautiful smile?” He starts laughing more, he can’t believe this is what Poe imagines when he writes this story. He sees Poe’s face turn red, or at least the part of his face that isn’t covered by his hair.
“So- your mysterious lovely girlfriend in this book is just- me?” he asks teasingly, placing the page on Poe’s desk.
“I hadn’t realised…” he mumbled, it was an obvious lie, and Ranpo well but knew this. Soon Ranpo’s hands wrapped around Poe again, hugging him. He continued to softly giggle as he looked up at Poe’s embarrassed face.
“So you know the specific hues of my eyes?” He asks, opening his eyes fully to tease Poe even more.
Poe brings a hand to Ranpo’s cheek, running a thumb under his eye. They were as beautiful as always, even in his candle lit office, they glimmered so beautifully. He didn’t realise how long he was looking until Ranpo placed his hand on top of Poe’s, his pretty eyes looking away as a soft blush grew to his usually uncoloured cheeks.
Poe quickly withdrew his hand, turning back to his desk and taking the unfinished page from his typewriter and the page he gave to Ranpo, taking them back to their correct places. He follows by starting to cap all the inks he has open and cleaning up his desk.
Ranpo felt sad as soon as Poe started walking around and ignoring him. It wasn’t normal, even if he was flustered. They’d always been close! Physically and emotionally, and just..this? This one small thing made him so disheartened. He grabbed Poe’s wrist, making sure he didn't walk away.
“Ed. Why’re you so quiet, what’s wrong?” Ranpo asks with a serious tone, it’s so unusual to hear him so serious that Poe actually turns around, concerned.
“I…” He starts voice quivering. He sits down on the chair, unable to look at Ranpo even through his fringe.
‘ “ I’m sorry I had to do it, Diana Ranpo, I couldn’t hold back the way my heart jabbed the thorns deeper at your sight. It had made me insane, your every second shared with me could not change anything within me. The knife I hold to my brain shall pierce all my mistakes, even when you forgive me” ’
The latest book he’d written, the mystery novel Ranpo couldn’t solve, it was insane that the murderer was the one man that had seemed perfect! He was the one that murdered the parents of his wife, he had to though! And he couldn’t believe that the wife wouldn’t believe him or forgive him and he killed himself as well because he loved her and couldn’t forgive himself for her heartbreak? How could she be so selfish if she loved him!
Then it clicked he said the line with his name because he…
“Edgar…” he mumbled softly. The reason he couldn’t solve it was because it had been love as the drive. Not logic behind the kills but love, and the morals weren’t sound either.
He grabbed one of the quills off Poe’s desk, bringing it to his head.
‘ The knife quill rested just above his ear, tracing it down to his temple as it slowly started to press into his skin. He cries out in pain as a hand reaches for it…A pair of lips rest on his as the view blacks out with a headache. ’
The ink flows down to his jaw, eyes widening as the taste of artificial strawberry linger on his lips. The pens’ discarded on the desk as he hears the soft clack of it being placed down.
“You…Poe…I love you too” Ranpo says through jittery stutters.
Poe places his hands on Ranpo’s shoulders as he stands up. He shoves Ranpo forward into himself, wrapping his arms around his waist as he stares off into the distance. Karl looks at Poe with what seems like a happy smile and as he pulls away from the hug to look back at Ranpo, he feels a hand move his fringe to look better at his face.
“Are you…crying?” Ranpo says with a chuckle, wiping the tears Poe didn’t realise had started.
“You feel the same?” he asks in a barely audible whisper, his voice losing itself in disbelief and relief. Ranpo nodded, he knew he’d have to give Poe a second, but he stood there until the boy was finished crying and finally being able to speak properly.
“So. How about a date at the café we were meant to go to?” Poe nods excitedly followed by a chorus of ‘Yes’ and ‘Of Course’.
“I do have to go now though since it’s getting late, so, see ya tomorrow, Ed!” He waves as he walks out of the office, and the front door, putting the spare key back under his doormat before shutting the door.
Happy birthday Poe!
Yipeee this day has come! Today is Poe's birthday -w-
Repost it lol
(This is about both Poe from bsd and his prototype) (i'm stupid and missed Q's, Fukuzawa's and Kouyou's birthdays.....happy late birhdays to them-)
Happy first day of December everyone!!!