Opened up my ask box, so if you have hypmic fanfic requests, you know where to leave them! I can do headcannon lists or a full one shot, whichever you prefer!
A couple rules before hands
What I won't write
Pedophilia
Smut of a character with a canon age of under 20. As I'm 24, it just feels weird (I'm hesitant to write for the younger characters regardless, but if it's just sweet and fluffy, I'll consider it)
Incest
I'll write just about anything else, though I do reserve the right to refuse if it's something I end up being uncomfortable with!
PLEASE be specific about the gender you request for the reader character!!
Fling Poly x Reader strip poker fic coming soon? More likely than you think.
I have returned from the dead (writers block). Hopefully going to get this out before the job that keeps fucking me over and pretending like I'm nothing finally kills me. If that's not Doppo coded I don't know what is (this is a cry for help).
Fling Poly x Reader strip poker fic coming soon? More likely than you think.
I have returned from the dead (writers block). Hopefully going to get this out before the job that keeps fucking me over and pretending like I'm nothing finally kills me. If that's not Doppo coded I don't know what is (this is a cry for help).
I finally managed to get all of the 5th Anniversary cards I wanted. However, it is hilarious to me that the way Jyushi's arm is bent makes the lettering look like it just says "Ass Temple"
yeah okay fine I might not be into shipping but the concepts a lot of you guys have come up with for some of your hypmic ships are really funny tbh. sasara/rosho? Literal divorce arc. Hilarious potential. Samatoki/sasara? Rebound with your asshole boyfriend who looks eerily similar to your ex (also endless comedy potential). Jiro/jyushi? Typical dumb jock in love with his 6'0 goth gf. Kuko/ichiro? Homies who jerk off together. Incredible possibilities. Hifumi/doppo? Childhood friends living together who may as well be married. Self explanatory. They know each other so well it gets funny. Jakurai/hitoya? Old flames who had a breakup that they regret, and mentioning one to the other will get you a long sigh and a forlorn look. I could go on and on. The comedy/drama potential honestly impresses me. You guys know what you're doing. keep it up
Happy Belated Birthday to my favorite pink haired gremlin.
Content warning: suggestive content, but nothing overly explicit
Soft light filtered in through the large windows, nervous hands gripping the perfectly wrapped present, on top of which sat a heart shaped box of chocolates. Your shoes clacked on the linoleum as you climbed the stairs to Ramuda’s office, the reasoning for your being there a mystery. Sure it was his birthday, but the plans weren’t until later that evening, so you weren’t sure why he wanted you here so early. Intending on sleeping in to prepare for the overstimulation that came with large groups, you really hadn’t expected to get such an excited call hours before the festivities would start, though with Ramuda, you were beginning to learn to expect the unexpected. It hadn’t only been one call either, he hadn’t stopped until you woke up, groggy with sleep, and clumsily pressed answer.
“Oh good you’re awake!” He had said once you grumbled out a simple hello. “I have a favor to ask you, please please please!!”
“What kind of favor?” You asked cautiously, sitting up in your bed to rub the exhaustion out of your eyes.
“It’s a surprise, just meet me at my studio in an hour!” And with that he hung up.
Against your better judgement, you had agreed, not that you could help it. He was a wildcard, an agent of candy-coated chaos, and you were starting to fall in love with it. There was a lot about Ramuda to like; his infectious laughter, his roguish antics, his affinity for physical affection. The more you started to realize it, the more your timidity around him blossomed, the more you tried your best to only spend time with him around Gentaro and Dice, never alone. You just knew if he had the time to notice the way his teasing made you react, he’d never let you hear the end of it. He would definitely target you for his own amusement so you decided it was far safer to hide behind Dice, the easiest to rile up for a reaction, and hope perceptive blue eyes didn’t pick up on your mood shifts.
The party wasn’t even being held at his studio, you had organized it to take place at a local karaoke club so Ramuda could invite as many people as he liked. He was always one for attention, and on a night all about him, it was only right to invite anyone who wanted to celebrate the well-loved fashion designer. So why was he inviting you here? Were you the only one? You half expected to walk in to see Gentaro engrossed in the latest book he was reading, playfully ignoring a pleading Dice, begging for money. Or perhaps the three of them sitting around the coffee table, playing some card game that Dice suggested, making bets you knew would come back to bite the gambler in the ass. Maybe Ramuda needed help picking the perfect birthday outfit, he loved modeling for the posse almost as much as he liked asking all of you to model his latest collections. Or maybe he needed help sending out last minute invites to select lucky fans. Whatever the reason, you really hoped you wouldn’t be trapped in his studio alone with him.
Face to face with his door, you tried to swallow down the anxiety that rose in your throat. The wood was decorated with removable stickers, little conversation heart candies and cherubs flying with feathery wings, an adorable ode to Valentine’s Day. Even if it wasn’t his birthday, you had a feeling he’d still love the sweet holiday, it was almost like it was made for him. When did you start feeling this way about Ramuda? Sure you had always thought him to be attractive, his charm was evident when Dice had introduced the two of you, but he was quite the playboy so of course he was going to be alluring. But the more you got to know the flirtatious man, the more he made your heart swell, and quite frankly it freaked you out. You delicately jostled the present to rest in the crook of your arm, careful not to topple the chocolates, and raised one hand to knock on the door. You only got two in before the door was swung open and you were face to face with the pink haired mischief incarnate.
He was already decked out in his party wear, a white button down with a heart cut out of the chest, pink and red beads surrounding the shape. The beads spiderwebbed off in different directions, like blood filled veins. The shirt was tucked into a pair of pink flared jeans, red beaded hearts adorning the pockets and metal hearts linked together in a chain hanging from two of his belt loops. White platform sneakers gave him a slight boost to his height, the sides decorated with red and pink roses. You had a feeling he designed the clothing himself, and it definitely showed in the way the beading was so skillfully done, no seam out of place. He looked like the personification of the holiday itself and it felt as if Cupid had shot you with a million of his heart shaped arrows as soon as you laid eyes on him. You really hoped he wasn’t watching you oggle him, really hoped he wasn’t paying attention to how you admired the way the beads caught the sunlight, really hoped he didn’t notice the way you looked him up and down.
“Yippee!!” Was the only greeting you got. He grabbed the present and the chocolates from your arm in a swift motion, gently setting them on his coffee table, and latched a hand onto one of your wrists, pulling you inside without caution. Red and pink fabric covered the floor, sequins and crystals somehow stuck to odd places on the walls, lace dangled off the couch and chairs, as if a craft bomb had been detonated. Nothing out of the ordinary though, he tended to get carried away when creating his clothes. Racks of finished products lined the walls, his latest collection that he planned to call A Love-Letter To Love Day. You couldn’t help but admire them, bubblegum cashmere sweaters covered in candy apple hearts, snow white slip dresses with taffy pink and cherry kiss marks patterning the bust, corset tops in the same three colors with flowing princess sleeves. Ramuda always managed to outdo himself with each collection, he had an eye for glamorous things and it always made your feelings for him grow whenever he proudly showed off his latest creation.
“So, do I get to know the favor yet?” You asked, letting him drag you through the colorful warzone, trying to dispel any tensity you felt once you realized Gentaro and Dice were in fact, not there.
A little giggle floated through the air. “Almost!”
He led you to the mannequin that held the pastel pink dress he was currently working on, one that didn’t match any of the other designs on the racks. It was one of a kind, the skirt reaching just above the knee and stuffed with petticoats to achieve a cupcake shape. The fabric held a slight sparkle to it, decorated with lace and bows in darker shades of pink and red, a slit up the side breaking the fluidity to reveal tulle roses sewn in with a large bow acting as a sort of belt sitting at the top of the slit. The bodice was a corset top with a lace sweetheart neckline, more of the same white lace accenting the boning and three bows in a vertical line up the front. A pretty ribbon in the same dark pink laced the back together, and over the shoulders was a sheer jacket that clasped in the center of the chest, cropped so it didn’t go past the top of the dress, with poofy sleeves. The neck of the mannequin sported a choker, made in the same fabric of the dress, with a little white bow in the center. It was the most exquisite dress you had seen in your life, and it was not lost on you how well it went with his current outfit.
“Do you like it?” Ramuda beamed next to you, practically vibrating with pride. This absolutely had to be his magnum opus. You let a pink-painted fingernail play with the lacing.
“It’s gorgeous.” You breathed.
He clapped his hands, pleased with your answer. “Yay!! Good, because you’re wearing it to my party tonight.”
“Pardon?” You blurted out, turning to face him. You were unsure if you heard him correctly, surely you were mistaken.
“I made it especially for you.” It was definitely not a mistake. “That’s the favor, I want you to wear it.”
You let out an involuntary gasp at his bold request. There was no way you could accept something so intricate, you would be devastated if something were to happen to it. Something like this deserved to be in a museum or on a high fashion runway, not given so casually for a birthday party outfit. You felt a blush dust across your cheeks, realizing he had made this dress solely for you. How long had he spent slaving away over his sewing machine, images of you wearing his design the only thing keeping him awake and working. What possessed him to give you such an extravagant gift on his birthday? Did he really think about you as much as you thought about him? He certainly thought of you enough to make you the most wonderful piece of clothing you had ever laid eyes on.
“Ramuda, I couldn’t possibly-”
“Why not?” His eyebrows furrowed.
Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but be a little deprecating as you explained. “I don’t think I’m really deserving of something like this, it deserves to be put on display.”
“But it’s my birthday, I should get to dress you up how I please!” The birthday boy whined, bratty as ever, a pout decorating his face. “Besides, it will be on display if you wear it.”
“But-”
“Please.” He pleaded, hands clasped together. “It would be the best birthday present I could ever ask for.”
“When did I become a dress up doll?” You mumbled to yourself, though you nodded all the same. Despite his claims on your autonomy, you couldn’t help but acquiesce to his prodding. He really had you wrapped around his finger.
A devilish grin spread across his face in place of the pout. “When I started noticing how you looked at me with lovesick puppy dog eyes.”
Your eyes widened, locking with his. “What?”
“You don’t have to pretend, it’s adorable how smitten you are.” He booped your nose gently, snorting when you wiggled it like a rabbit in response.
“How did you-”
He waved a hand, letting out a little laugh like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s easy to pay attention to when you’re all I can think about.” He glanced over at the dress and back at you, silently telling you that it was the product of his obsessions.
“Ramuda…” You trailed off, at a loss for words from his subtle confession. Your brain worked a mile a minute, trying to process the fact he shared the same sentiments you did. You felt like you were short circuiting, heart beating rapidly in your chest and heat rising in your skin.
“You’re so cute when you’re oblivious.” His hands gripped the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked as he pulled his hands away.
“I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, I’m not used to…” Ramuda thought for a moment. “Liking someone that much. Dice and Gentaro had to help explain it to me.”
You stifled a laugh at the thought of Dice and Gentaro trying to explain the concept of love to Ramuda and instead chose to just nod reassuringly. You only knew bits and pieces of his past, but you at the very least knew it was rough. It made sense he wouldn’t be used to liking someone romantically. You almost wished you could have been a fly on the wall for that conversion, especially because you’re sure the other two must have very interesting takes on love and crushes.
As quick as the contemplative look he held came, it was replaced equally as fast with a coquettish smile. “Besides, That’s what I’m doing now, silly, isn’t it? Do you want me to spell it out for you?”
Against your better judgment, you stuck your tongue out at him. This was exactly what you expected to happen, he was toying with you, trying to send you over the edge. It just so happened to come with a side of reciprocation for your feelings. Regardless, if he was going to act like a brat, you had no problem returning the energy. He raised an eyebrow at your actions, seemingly calculating his next move, before pinching your cheek in his fingers.
“You should put that back in your mouth before I do it for you.” The words tumbled from his lips like the most natural thing in the world, his voice deeper than it had been moments ago. “Now, are you going to put the dress on, or am I going to have to help?”
“I-” You gaped at him. You had no idea how he managed to shock you every time he talked, but it was a talent at this point. “I can do it.”
“I’ll leave you to get dressed then!” He chirped. Turning on his heel, he padded off into the other room to leave you to your thoughts. It was like he did it on purpose, burrowing under your skin like a mole and gnawing at your nerves as if they were worms. No, he definitely did it on purpose. He thrived when he was making people squirm, especially you it seemed, though you weren’t complaining too much at his undivided attention being on you. How long had he felt the same way about you, and how the hell was he so good at hiding it? It made you feel a little envious that he was so adept at keeping things under wraps, envious that despite his own feelings, he was still able to play with yours, envious of his ability to blow your cool with ease.
The more you thought about his confession, the more it started to make sense. There had been plenty of obvious signs, it was no wonder Dice and Genturo picked up on it so quickly. The way he threw himself on you any chance he got, even more so than he did with his own posse, because he always had to be touching you in some way. The way he shoved himself between you and the other two, because he always had to be next to you, no matter what. The way he was always the first to include you in any conversation, always the first to ask you for your opinion, always the first to invite you along on the group’s escapades. He had not so subtly been dropping hints for a while, and you had missed all of them. You really were as oblivious as he said you were. Dice and Gentaro giving him advice certainly explained the knowing glances and shared smirks they gave you when Ramuda would lock arms with you or rest his head on your shoulder.
Dispelling your consternation, you carefully changed into the dress, treating the fabric as if it were made of glass and discarding the simple sundress you had been wearing on the floor. However, you were very quick to realize you’d need help with the corset lacing. You called out to Ramuda, watching as he bounded back in like a chicken with its head cut off. Almost as if he could read your mind, deft hands tugged at the ribbon, lightly brushing against your back in places that made you shiver, tying it neatly at the bottom in a bow. Excited, you dashied to the floor length mirror, letting out a squeal at your reflection. The dress accentuated every curve as it hugged your body, perfectly tailored to your measurements, which he probably got from using you and the others as models in the past. You felt like a princess, or a Valentine’s themed magical girl. You spun back around to face Ramuda in amazement.
“Thank you.” Tears threatened to well up in your eyes, but you pushed them down as you thanked him. You had never owned anything this beautiful. “It’s perfect.”
His gaze seemed borderline predatory as he took in how the dress looked on you. Slowly, like a cat approaching a mouse, he stalked towards you.. You moved without thinking, backing up until your back hit the wall, speechless at his actions. He stopped in front of you, hands finding purchase on your waist and leaning in until you felt soft, sweet lips connect with yours in a frenzy, possessive and wanting. Your reciprocation invited him to deepen it, a groan rippling from his throat when you let him slip his lollipop flavored tongue into your mouth, fingers finding purchase in his soft hair. The kiss was intoxicating, saccharine like his beloved confections. If you thought being around him gave you a sugar rush, kissing him was a whole other story. He pulled away after a minute leaving you gasping for air.
“My pretty little porcelain doll.” He sighed, trailing kisses down your neck. “I was right, this is the best gift.”
You let out a little squeak when he nipped at your collarbone, only causing him to suck at the spot like he would his candy, intent on leaving behind a pretty bruise. Playful hands roamed the expanse of your bodice, purposely brushing over any sensitive space they could and yet keeping you cemented against the wall at the exact same time. It was as if he was trying to memorize your body so he could keep a part of you locked away in his mind forever. Ramuda was well practiced, you knew that, but even with that knowledge, you were still shocked at how good he was at getting reactions out of you. When he was satisfied, he pulled back to admire your flustered form, cotton candy locks tousled from your tugging.
“Mine, mine, all mine.” He pulled you impossibly close, pressing his forehead into yours. “We match, so no one will get confused on who you belong to.”
You struggled to form words between pants as you responded. “All yours.”
“Hey hey, it’s my birthday.” His breath fanned over your ear, his voice husky with arousal and just as deep as it had been before. “Do you think I can unwrap my present now?”
Confused, you glanced behind him to the couch at his discarded gift. “Don't you want to wait for your party?”
You felt nimble fingers ghost up the inside of your thigh, under your petticoat. “I had a different gift in mind.”
Showing my partner Hypmic is so funny to me. They keep grumbling about how the pretty boys are making them want a cigarette.
10/10 experience (And they're right, it's absolutely freezing outside where we are, and it's downright disrespectful we can't go outside to smoke).
Ps, the Ramuda fic is coming, I promise. I've been slammed into full force by writers block. Feels like I stepped into oncoming traffic, and now all I can do is lay in bed and think.
