#goemon x reader

[mixedupmojo]

Imagine reader is part of lupin's gang (their a hacker but also help with gadgets and weapons). Reader is a little bit nerdy due to them being serialy online and one day they make the ultimate slip up and accidently calls Goemon, Garurumon. Cue apologies and slight embarrassment from reader while the rest of the gang especially Goemon are just confused. However Lupin never the one to pass up the opportunity to tease dose his research and process mess with them at every opportunity. And the next time they need code names you can guess what goemon's is.

[samurai-wife]

♡ “A Cuddle Most Efficient” ♡ ( A Goemon x Eris Fanfic)

✎ One-Shot, Romance, Comedy, Emotional Pining, Fluff, Mutual Yearning

✎ Lupin III Fanfic, Goemon x OC, Goemon x Self Insert, Dramatic Girl x Stoic Man,

✎ 908 Words

The night was cold, the safehouse colder, and Goemon Ishikawa XIII—the coldest of them all.

Eris huddled deeper into her oversized purple cloak, shivering with an exaggerated flair that would’ve made a theater crowd applaud. Across the room, Goemon sat perfectly composed by the fire, posture crisp, arms crossed, his katana resting loyally at his side. He looked like a statue carved from silence and discipline—completely unmoved by human suffering. Or, more specifically, hers.

She scowled in his direction. “Are you seriously not going to offer to cuddle me?”

Scooting a few inches closer, she pouted dramatically. “It’s freezing. I’m going to die. Of hypothermia. Then I’ll haunt you. Every time you meditate, I’ll whisper ‘Goeeemonnn… I’m colddd~’ right in your ear.”

Without even looking her way, he responded flatly, “You are wearing three layers and a scarf.”

“Yeah, but emotionally?” She clutched her cloak tighter. “I’m bare.”

He blinked. Slowly. As if he was trying to decipher a foreign language he hadn’t studied in years. “I fail to see how—”

“You fail to see a lot of things,” she huffed, turning her back with a dramatic toss of her hair. “Like how desperately I crave affection from my emotionally constipated crush.”

Still silence.

Not even a flicker of acknowledgment.

Eris peeked over her shoulder. Still nothing. Not even a twitch. Fine. Time to go nuclear.

She sniffled. Loudly.

Then again.

Goemon’s eyebrow twitched.

She pressed her palms to her face and let out the tiniest sob. “I knew it,” she whispered, voice cracking. “You think I’m ugly.”

Goemon finally turned his head. “What?”

“It’s okay,” she sniffled. “You don’t have to say it. I mean, why else wouldn’t you want to cuddle me? Everyone cuddles the pretty girls. I’ve seen it. It’s like… science or something.”

“I never said you were—”

“It’s fine!” she wailed, flopping onto her side like a Victorian heroine fading from heartbreak. “I’ll just lie here, unwanted, unheld, unloved… like a tragic figure in a sad French film!”

He was beside her in an instant.

“Stop crying,” Goemon said, his voice stiff as he knelt awkwardly beside her, unsure where to put his hands. “I do not think you are ugly.”

“Then prove it!” she sniffled again, looking up at him with wide, watery eyes.

His jaw flexed. “How?”

She lifted her arms with slow, tragic flair. “Cuddle me, Goemon. Cuddle me like you mean it.”

A long, pained pause.

Then, with the hesitance of a man preparing for a firing squad, Goemon lay down beside her. His body was stiff, his movements awkward—clearly, this was not his natural battlefield.

Eris, however, had no such hang-ups. She curled into him like it was her destiny, flinging an arm around his waist and letting out a victorious sigh into his chest. “There we go,” she whispered smugly. “See? Doesn’t that feel better than glaring at me from across the room like a disapproving monk?”

He was quiet for a long beat, arms hovering like he wasn’t sure they were allowed to touch her. But finally, with a deep exhale, he rested them gently around her.

“…You are absurd.”

“But cuddly,” she grinned into his chest. “Admit it.”

“…Tolerable.”

She gasped. “That’s basically a love confession coming from you.”

“Do not push it.”

But she didn’t need to. Because she was already smiling.

Mission: Accomplished.

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Later that night, the safehouse was still and quiet. Too quiet.

Eris sprawled lazily across the couch in the living room, flipping through a fashion magazine with zero interest in the content. Her real focus was the doorway.

And right on cue, like a broody samurai summoned by dramatic silence, Goemon appeared. His arms were tucked in his sleeves, his expression unreadable, gaze fixed anywhere but on her.

“…Evening,” he said stiffly.

“Hey, handsome.” She stretched out across the cushions, looking as cozy and inviting as she could. “Need something?”

A beat passed.

“You are… often cold at night,” he said slowly.

She blinked. “Uh. Sometimes?”

He stepped further into the room, voice stilted and robotic. “There are… efficient methods to combat that. Ones tested over time. Through necessity.”

“Go on…” she said, barely hiding her grin.

“For instance…” He cleared his throat. “One might share body heat. With… someone nearby.”

She nearly burst out laughing. “Nearby like… me?”

Goemon’s ears were visibly red now. “I am merely stating a possibility.”

“Mmhmm.” She snapped the magazine shut. “So… you’re saying you want to cuddle?”

“That word is childish.”

“Okay, okay,” she teased, crossing her arms. “Would you like to engage in strategic warmth-sharing with an emotionally unbalanced woman again?”

His pause was long, but not endless.

“…If it is efficient.”

Eris opened her arms with a smug smile. “Come here, samurai heater.”

He moved toward her slowly, like approaching a wild animal. But the second she nestled against him, curling up just like before, he let out a soft breath and relaxed into the couch.

“You’re such a bad liar,” she murmured.

“I do not lie,” he muttered, wrapping one arm around her without hesitation this time.

“Then admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That you like cuddling me.”

Another pause.

“…It is not… unpleasant.”

Eris smirked. “I’ll take it.”

And as they sat there, wrapped in silence and each other, the great Goemon Ishikawa XIII leaned his head against hers and, for the first time in a long while, hoped she’d never stop asking.

Because now?

He didn’t want her to.

[velvetheist]

A Taste of Home

Hello, my loves! <3

I decided to give a small break from the angst. I may have a deep passion for angst, but I will admit that my heart yearns for tooth rotting fluff (you will understand this pun after you read this one-shot ;)).

As for the Jigen short story, I will continue it as soon as I can. I have so many ideas on how I want that story to go that I am still deciding.

For now have some Goemon content. <3

You didn't think that living with Goemon would be so tranquil and quiet. The first few weeks you have started dating the samurai, he had insisted you to move in with him. You expressed to him that he was moving too quickly, but he had assured you it was for your safety and to be able to protect you.

Your heart skipped a beat. Goemon was never one to voice his emotions so openly. If he was saying this, it meant he had spent time considering it. Still, the idea of suddenly living with him—sharing space with someone so private and disciplined—made you hesitate.

But when you met his gaze, filled with quiet sincerity, you sighed and gave in.

The journey to his hideaway was silent, but the tension that had been in his shoulders seemed to ease. When you arrived, you took in the sight of his secluded home, nestled deep within the forest. The wooden structure was modest, surrounded by nature, the sound of a nearby stream adding a sense of peace.

You stated that his little house was cute, which resulted him in correcting you that it was called a Kominka. You stepped inside, immediately noticing the near-emptiness of the space. Besides a futon, a low wooden table, and a few necessary items, the place was barren. Shelves lined the walls, holding only the essentials—no unnecessary clutter, no personal mementos. The air inside carried the scent of wood and faint traces of incense, but there was no warmth, no sign of a personal touch.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s… very minimalistic,” you said carefully.

Goemon glanced at you, immediately picking up on your unease. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “If you’d like… you can adjust it to your liking.”

You turned to face him fully, eyes widening in surprise. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

He held your gaze, his expression unreadable but steady. “I trust you.”

Those three words melted your heart. Goemon wasn’t just inviting you into his home—he was inviting you into his life, allowing you to change something that had always been his sanctuary.

With care, you decorated the kominka, blending your tastes with his. You made sure not to overwhelm the traditional beauty of the place, just enough to make it feel like a home for the both of you.

Two months had passed and you sat on your small couch, staring blankly at the tall dark trees shown on the window. The trees swayed ever so slightly at the direction of the summer wind. The sky was lit up by a bunch of stars and the moon hovered in between the sky.

You rose with a huff, your feet pattering against the wooden floor to the pantry. You were in search for something sweet to lift your spirits, but the thought of baking felt exhausting. You searched through the shelves until your eyes landed on a bag of marshmallows. A triumphant smile spread across your face as you found a box of graham crackers to accompany them. The idea stuck suddenly.

S’mores.

The simple thought sparked a flicker of excitement. Gathering all the necessary items, you stepped outside the front sliding door. The cool night air brushed against your skin. You walked a few spaces ahead of the kominka, making sure there was enough room to start a small fire. You began to set up a small fire pit, stacking wood that you found nearby. You light up a piece of paper, throwing at the small pit. The fire started increasing in size, casting a warm golden glow around you and dancing shadows that seem to come alive among the trees.

You sat down on a log in front of the fire. As you skewered a marshmallow onto a stick, a rustling sound near some bushes had caught your attention. You froze in place like a deer in the headlights. You could feel your heart pounding through your chest. Something was coming closer. Was it an animal perhaps?

The rustling from the shadows seemed to grow louder, making the hairs on your arms rise. You grabbed a nearby rock, your instincts fueled by a mix of fear and determination. You held your breath. Once the figure emerged out of the shadows, you hurled the rock towards the direction.

Before the rock could land, a flash of silver sliced through the air—the rock split clean in half. The sharp clang echoed, startling you. Both pieces falling to the floor with a small thud. 

From the shadowy foliage emerged a man with an air of calm authority, dressed in traditional Japanese attire, his Zantetsuken gleaming faintly in the firelight, reflecting a sharp glint that mirrored the intensity in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be outside this late,” Goemon said, sheathing his Zantetsuken. His voice low and steady, carrying an undercurrent of both warning and reassurance. 

You let out a sigh of relief, placing a hand on your chest as you tried to relax. “Christ, you scared me!”

Goemon walked over to you. His posture was relaxed yet alert, as if he were both part of the forest and apart from it. An ancient guardian hidden within the modern world. “You are risking yourself being outside all by yourself.”

“You act like I need protecting. I can handle myself, you know.” You smiled, placing your free hand on your hip. The other hand waving around the skewered marshmallow as you spoke.

He exhaled slowly as he stepped closer to you. His gaze drifted to the darkened forest beyond the fire’s glow. “You don’t know what lurks in the shadows. Dangers aren’t always loud and obvious. Sometimes, they wait quietly, watching.”

You arched an eyebrow. “You’re making it sound like some horror story. Goemon, I promise I am fine.”

His jaw tightened slightly, his eyes sharp yet unreadable. “You trust too easily. That’s not always a strength.”

You tilted your head. “And you don’t trust at all. That’s not always a strength either.”

A flicker of something passed through his expression before he sighed, standing in front of you. He placed a hand on your face, his thumb rubbing against your skin delicately. “I just need to make sure you to be safe.” 

Your teasing expression softened. You removed your hand from your hip and placed it over his. “You don’t always have to be the protector. I promise I am fine. ”

The white bag of marshmallows had caught his attention from the corner of his eyes. He turned his head to look around your surroundings and the stick you were holding with your other hand. His hand falling to his side. “What is all this?”

“I’m making s’mores. Would you like one?” You said as you sat down on the log. 

“S’mores?” Goemon sat beside you, his brows furrowed slightly. You gave him the exact same confused look as you tilted your head. There was a pause, until it clicked in your head. You gasped in realization. 

“Oh my God, you poor, deprived soul.” You handed him your stick. You grabbed another marshmallow, sticking it onto a nearby stick. “Here, I’ll show you how to make one.”

He looked down at your skewered marshmallow. “That stick isn’t very sanitary.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. You hovered the marshmallow over the tip of the fire. “Just trust me. Hold it over the fire like this.”

He copied your movements precisely, watching the marshmallow turn golden brown. “It changes quickly.”

“That’s the magic,” you said with a grin. You took the roasted marshmallow and quickly sandwiched it between the graham crackers and chocolate before holding it up for him. “Try it.”

Goemon hesitated before reaching out, his fingers brushing yours as he took the s’more from your grasp. With the opposite hand, you took his stick from his hand. He studied the s'more for a second, his expression unreadable, then took a careful bite. His brows lifted slightly in surprise before he nodded. "It is good. May I have another?"

You laughed, enjoying the rare moment of delight on his face. "Of course." You reached for another marshmallow, but this time, you made a show of carefully skewering it before handing it to him. "Here, now you try making one."

Goemon accepted the stick, his movements deliberate as he mimicked your technique. You leaned in slightly, watching the way his fingers adjusted the marshmallow’s position, his precision unwavering. The firelight danced across his sharp features, casting a soft glow over his face.

As he roasted the marshmallow, you found yourself staring at Goemon—not paying attention of his actions anymore . The way the firelight flickered across his features made him look almost ethereal—his sharp jawline, the way his eyes reflected the glow, the way his raven hair fell perfectly over his features, the rare calm that settled over him. There was something about this moment that made you want to memorize every detail.

"You’re staring," Goemon said, his voice even, his gaze still on the fire. He didn’t turn his head, but there was the faintest hint of amusement in his tone.

You blinked but didn’t look away. Your cheeks flushed, but you weren't embarrassed. Instead, a small, warm smile spread across your face. "I am just… happy."

He finally glanced at you, the flickering light illuminating his features even more. His expression softened, something unspoken passing between them. He didn’t press you for more. Instead, he simply nodded.

"I’ve missed you," he admitted. "Nights like these. Just… being along your side."

Your hands paused as you placed the marshmallow on a stick. "Me too."

He looked at you then, his gaze steady and searching. "Do you ever wish for something more? Beyond this?"

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. "Sometimes. But then I realize—it’s not about where I am. It’s about who I’m with."

Something in his expression shifted. He reached for a graham cracker, but his hand brushed yours in the process. He didn’t pull away, and neither did you.

"If I ever stopped wandering," he said quietly, "I think I’d like it to be somewhere like this."

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the fire. "Then I’ll make sure to always have s’mores ready."

A rare chuckle escaped him. "A fair bargain."

The fire crackled between you, but you barely noticed. You could get used to this—nights like this, sharing quiet moments with him, with no need for words to say what was already understood.

[alekthethirdish]

I wonder how the gang would react to walking in on the reader while they're in the shower/bath...

Hello! Thank you for the ask, I apologize this took me so long to get to. Also I hope this isn't too out of character. Enjoy!

Lupin:

Lupin is either intentionally walking in on you or is doing it by complete accident

If he walks in on purpose, it's obvious that's what he's doing. He'll wiggle his eyebrows at you, asking if he can join you.

If you immediately set the boundary with him that you're not comfortable with that, he'll take an immediate step back. He's a perv, but he's also a gentleman and respects your bodily autonomy.

If he walks in on you and it's by accident, he's most likely actually not paying that much attention.

It'll take Lupin to realize where he is and where you are for it to click. He is just surprised at first, before he sends a flirt your way.

If you shoo him away, he'll leave with an apology for walking in, but not for the view.

If you invite him to join you he's either falling flat on his face in surprise, or is scratching the back of his neck nervously.

He weighs his options before joining you in the shower or the bath:

if Pre-relationship:

Lupin might decline if he's still caught up with Fujiko, he will still be loyal to his current partner.

If Lupin isn't actively pursuing Fujiko, then he's more likely to join you, sending flirtations your way, testing the waters.

If you're in a relationship, Lupin will never hesitate to join you when you ask.

Jigen:

Jigen is not going to intentionally walk in on you if you're in the bathroom.

He'll fight you for the use of the bathroom before he walks in on purpose.

This man is going to walk in on you totally unintentionally and he's going to be surprised.

Hat falling back, eyes flashing and widening- surprised.

Jigen's face will flush and he'll pull his hat low over his eyes, trying to hide his red cheeks at the sight of you.

He leaves, muttering a curse under his breath, followed by a more audible, "sorry"

Pre-relationship Jigen will avoid eye contact after the incident, having his hat pulled down slightly more.

In a relationship, Jigen will comment on the beautiful view before leaving, holding it over your head later in the day, a flirtation.

Jigen is less likely to join you in the bath or shower, finding an excuse to not join you. Sometimes he will join you generally with a "what the hell," preceding it.

Goemon:

Goemon will be the one to walk in on you completely by accident.

He is the most respectful of your space.

He will go extremely red upon realizing what he's done. He's squeezing his eyes shut and bowing deeply as he apologizes, to show how profusely sorry he is for walking in on you.

Goemon cannot look you in the eye for a while after that; and everytime you're near him or are mentioned to him, he's blushing again, looking away from you shly.

If Pre-relationship then Goemon is even more sorry for walking in on you. If you ask him to join you he might short circuit out of embarrassment and being flustered. If he thinks that you're joking then he'll say something sarcastic and witty back at you, deflecting the embarrassing moment away.

If you're in a relationship, Goemon will join you depending on his mood. 50-50 chance he joins.

[nonsense-with-jelly]

Hi!... can I request hcs for lupin and the gang falling in love with a cop reader or something like that 🙏 ( if you can't do it or don't want to that's okay! sorry for bothering)

Oh shit, I didn't see this

Lupin III × Cop!Reader

Headcanons

(Adding a cut cause GOD DAMN THIS IS A LONG ONE)

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General (Lupin, Jigen, Goemon, and Fujiko)

Imagine the whole god damn gang falling in love with you cause you're doing your damn job.

Pull them over for speeding and they all just look at you with the hunch that the universe sent the hottest cop in the city to catch them for speeding

Once they are caught as a group of criminals though, they SCATTER.

I can guarentee they were all talking about you when they got to the hotel.

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Lupin

You were just writing up a parking ticket... for his car...

He wanted to yell, but at the same time, was he? He just watched you do it.

You were barely doin' squat aside from writing a ticket and he already had his mind in the gutter (but that's normal Lupin behavior)

He does walk up to you before you could walk away, and despite YOU JUST WROTE HIM A PARKING TICKET, he asked you out to dinner...

If you say no, he just goes back to the hotel and sulks cause he lost the person of his dreams he didn't even know about... and he has a parking ticket.

If you say yes, he takes you to the BEST restaurant in the city and tells you to order whatever you'd like. He's gonna spoil you SO MUCH.

Don't even TRY to order something relatively cheap or else he's just gonna pick for you, after all, it's hard work being a cop that is also a good person, he says you deserve a night out.

He is such a gentleman the entire time, he makes a few flirty jokes, and a couple risqué remarks here and there.

He also orders desert for the both of you to share if there is a desert you are able to eat. He will feed you a bite then take a bite himself

He's REALLY laying it on thick for you... which, originally, this was all to ask if he REALLY had to pay the parking ticket, but then again, he was starting to grow feelings for you.

After dinner, he takes you to a nice hotel and tries to push the night a little further, but you tell him you've got work in the morning and he just pouts

But then, you turn around and give him your phone number... chances are, he's not gonna call again cause by tomorrow, Jigen is probably calling him a nutcase for going on a date with a cop when THEY'RE ALL CRIMINALS... then again... maybe he'll call?

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Jigen

While Jigen isn't much of a fan of cops, while he was undercover as a cop, he met you.

You were one of those cops who'd go out of their way to make someone's day a bit better. Like the ones who are called for a noise complaint on children playing and drawing with chalk on the sidewalk in the middle of the day and they play with them because screw those guys.

In this case, you were called because some kids had put up a lemonade stand. You dragged Jigen along with you cause you thought he was a coworker.

The car ride is awkward for Jigen, cause if he blows his cover in a cop car, THAT would be embarrassing.

Once you guys get there, these kids are no older than 7 or 8, in other words, why the hell would a grown adult want to rain on some child's day and WHY did the station think you of all people would shut it down?

You walk up to the stand, the kids are already a bit nervous cause not all cops are good cops.

You lean down, look at the price, and say "2 cups of lemonade please" then turn to Jigen with a smirk and ask "what about you, buddy?"

Jigen passes at first, but a while later, he changes his mind... thankfully, you bought 2, you didn't even know he'd do that, but something inside of you told you that he would do something like that.

Later, the two of you are chilling in the park during your lunch break, Jigen is SEVERELY laye for a heist, but he kinda liked hanging out with you that day... even though he was on edge the entire time.

"You know I'm single, right?" You say to him misinterpreting his anxiety as a small crush.

He just gets a but red in the face and looks away, but at the same time... you don't seem all that bad. A date sounds ok... so the two of you go on a date the next day. It's a very simple date. Just a talk at the cafe, a trip to the movies, and a stroll in the park at sunset.

You invite him to stay the night, but Jigen knows he has to leave the country tomorrow with the rest of the gang, so he gives you his phone number and tells you "maybe another day, but not tonight."

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Goemon

He didn't realize you were a cop at first cause he first met you on your day off.

He was at a grocery store, buying stuff for his own dinner sing Lupin, Jigen, and Fujiko were going out to eat at a place he didn't really like.

Just as he was checking out, that was a bad time to realize he had forgot his money at the hotel. He almost considered just stealing it, when your arm reaches past him as you use your debit card to pay for his groceries.

He looks at you as though you are crazy, but his expression softens and he thanks you... he sort of expected you to tell him something like "you owe me" but you didn't... And it messed with him for half the day.

He ran into you again, this time he had money on him and he offered to take you somewhere nice. After all, his groceries weren't cheap.

You were flattered that he was willing to take you somewhere, but you could practically hear his stomach growling.

"You know, you can save money and just invite me over to your place for dinner" you tell him, assuming he didn't really have much money... but then he took you to the nice hotel he's staying at

You help him cook and before you know it, the two of you are enjoying a candle lit dinner.

You would've stayed the night if you could, but between Goemon telling you that his friends would be back soon and that you telling him that you have work in the morning, you just couldn't stay

Before you left he asked where you work, totally not because he wanted to check in on you to see if you wanted to do something after work because he feels as though he hasn't properly returned the favor, when you told him you were a cop, he got a bit tense, but you assured him that your not the same kind that's going out of their way to make someone's day worse.

While that was assuring, now he wasn't sure if it was gonna work out between the two of you... but something about you... he can't stop thinking about you. He knows you may very well turn him in if you find out he's a criminal... but I guess that's half the thrill, the other half being trying to repay you for your selfless act.

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Fujiko

Her ride was pulled over and charged with a dui. Without a ride and the fact that the hotel she's staying at is on the other side of the city, she was desperate and asked you to take her back to the hotel after dropping the drunk taxi driver off at the police station.

Of course you weren't going to leave a beautiful woman in high heels and an outfit like her's to walk to the other side of the city at this hour, so you agreed.

Ater dropping off the Taxi driver, the two of you made casual conversation... which evolved into Fujiko asking if you're dating anyone, which causes your face to feel like it's burning.

You knew where this was going, and you were still on the clock, so was it really right to flirt with the woman your helping? Probably not... however, she did flirt first, and her words are like that of a siren's song, plucking at your heart, finding what you desire and use it against you as a lure.

Eventually you cave and give her your number and tell her to text whenever you feel like talking again.

Af course, Fujiko had other things in mind. Because whenever she'd text you, it was always something flirty and provocative. Some instances make you regret opening your inbox in public.

Eventually, the two of you do start going out to have fancy dinners and romantic evenings, and you've grown used to it... but all good things come to an end as she informs you she's "moving" out of the country.

The relationship keeps going on as a long distant one of course, but you always look forward to when she'd visit your city again...

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Author's Note

I feel as though I suck at romantic writing, that's always one thing I had trouble doing in my high school creative writing class... then again, I've aged, hopefully my writing skills also aged???

[hierophantmeme]

Waterfall Meditation

(Goemon x Reader)

Disclaimer: I am not a writer by any means but I've recently wanted to put some of my ideas out there for fun. I do have some ideas for a second part to this so please let me know if that's something you'd like to see.

Content contains: No y/n, some pet names, reader takes medication, SFW, established relationship (I'm still new to this so please warn me if there is anything I missed)

Reader: Plus-sized, insomniac, female, insecure

Edit: I’m a dumbass. I kept forgetting that it’s in 2nd-person so I kept saying I. I’ve edited now but if I forgot to change any other “I”s to “you”s sorry

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You couldn’t sleep well last night so Goemon let you tag along with him to meditate. You two had been together for quite some time now but he still liked to train and meditate alone. You respected that, so you were all the more grateful that he let you join him today. He insisted that mediating underneath a waterfall would help you relax and hopefully allow you to sleep better that night. You tried to tell him that it was okay and that you could stay behind, but he convinced me. It sounded nice: the rushing water gently massaging all the knots and bunched up nerves on your body, but you still weren’t used to having your boyfriend see your exposed skin. Your worries were assuaged when you brought up this concern with him and he stated in a straightforward tone (while blushing) that you had nothing to fear. He just wanted you to feel better and that your body is only a vessel for your soul, but it’s a vessel that he would cherish nonetheless. Or something like that. That boy talks in riddles and you liked to think that you’ve gotten better at understanding him. 

Upon arriving at the majestic scene of the cascading water, your anxiety returned. You watched him gracefully undress himself and fold his clothes meticulously. You’ve seen him in just his fundoshi before, but no matter how many times you do, it never fails to turn your cheeks as red as a beet. He was gorgeous. He wasn’t exactly muscular like a gym bro, but he was lean and fit. That didn’t matter to you as much as all the scars that adorned his body. There was something about them that mesmerized you. Sure enough, they casted their spell on you and before you realized it, you walked up to him and started caressing a few of them. He turns to look at you and you quickly remove your hands from him.

“I’m so sorry. You’re just so enchanting, Gogo.” You look down in shame.

“Me? No, my beautiful flower, you are”, he places a hand on your cheek and kisses your forehead. “Come now. Let’s get you ready for the meditation. Here, let me help you.”  

He helps you out of your tank top and shorts and now it’s his turn to stare at you in awe. You were wearing a bikini, something you rarely ever wore until the day you and the Lupin family had gone to the beach after a successful heist. 

Fujiko saw you wearing an old t-shirt and shorts and immediately dragged you onto her motorcycle. She took you to the nearest clothing store and had you pick out proper swimwear. Fujicakes bought you the one you liked best but only if you promised her that you wouldn’t be a chicken and finally ask out Goemon because she knew he wouldn’t be the one to make the move first. It had something to do with his “samurai honor” or whatever. You complied with her condition and on that very same day, you confessed your feelings for him. Despite your insecurities with your body and not being as tall or thin as the femme fatale, Fujiko Mine, both her and Goemon didn’t care. She was your friend, and he didn’t see you as anything less due to your weight. He loved you back, not only because of your kind heart but because he genuinely thought you were physically beautiful.

You still didn’t really believe it at times. How could someone like him fall for someone like you, after all? But all of your insecurities went away whenever he kissed you like he did now. It’s not that you needed him to give you worth. You knew that your weight and height had nothing to do with who you really were, it’s just some days were harder on your brain than others. You learned through Fujiko that you didn’t need a man to make you feel validated but she also hyped you up and gave you some surprisingly decent advice on how to navigate a relationship. She reminded you though that even though she helped you, you were still the one that did most of the work. 

And now, you were here at a lovely hidden waterfall with him as your lover. He places a kiss on your hand and then leads you to where you’ll be sitting. Before you sat down, you reached your hand to feel the water.

“DAMMIT GOEMON IT’S FREEZING! How do you stay under here for so long anyway?”

“Clear your mind and even cold can become warm. If you can surpass that obstacle you will be rewarded with the release of the tension in your muscles. It’ll be okay. Don’t forget, I’m here with you.”

Hesitantly, you walk in trying to breathe through the initial sting of the icy feeling of the water, which you soon grew used to. You sat down with your legs crossed still holding onto his hand. As he promised, the water hit all of the spots on your body that held the most tension and it didn’t feel so cold anymore. It truly felt as if all your worries and woes were being washed away to the river in front of you.

“Breathe with me”, he instructed and you did as he said. Your mind was usually racing a million miles per second but for the first time in your life, it was quiet. It felt weird at first but you soon eased into it and all you wanted was to stay here in this moment forever with the love of your life. However, about 15-minutes in (which was more than you thought you would last), you began to grow restless. Goemon notices some movement and opens one eye to see your bouncing your leg. “Are you okay?” he questions.

“Yeah sorry, I’m just not used to sitting still for this long. Is it disturbing you?”

“No, no. I was more worried about you. I thought maybe your anxiety was coming back. Here. Sit in my lap. Maybe that will relax you again,” he suggests with a blush.

I crawl over to where he is and position myself in his lap with my back to him and my legs crossed on top of him. “Am I too heavy?” you ask.

“Darling,” he grabs a hold of both of your hands and rests them on your lap,”I’ve carried boulders that are way heavier than you. You are but a feather in my grasp.”

You squeeze his hand, “I know but let me know if the position gets to uncomfortable, like if you need to shift or extend your legs or something”

“I assure you that I will. Now close your eyes, relax, and breathe with me again.”

This time you can feel his chest rising up and down and your focus shifts to the sensation. You feel protected wrapped in his arms and warm despite the cold water enveloping your skin. You feel at ease and don’t even realize that sleep had at long last welcomed you with open arms. Usually, you had to consume a myriad of different medications prescribed to you to be able to get a few hours of sleep if you were lucky, but this was the first time you fell asleep naturally in a very long time. When you woke up, you were wrapped in a towel and layed down on a futon next to the fireplace in the living room of the gang’s hideout. You looked outside the window and noticed it was still daytime. Maybe you just took a nap for an hour and Goemon decided to finish meditating before you woke up. You sit up and rub your eyes. Just then, Lupin and Jigen walk by.

“Good morning sleepy-head! How is our dear sweetheart feeling today?” he asked with a smile.

“I feel great actually. I feel like I just had the best nap of my life,” you say with a chuckle.

“Nap?” Jigen laughs. “You slept through the whole day! You were knocked out. We were worried you’d gone and turned into sleeping beauty or something.”

“If you did, though. I would’ve given you the true love’s kiss that would wake y- AH! OK, OK, I’LL SHUT UP” Lupin is interrupt by Jigen stepping on his foot.

“Yeah, you’d better. You know if Goemon heard you, he’d slice you into sashimi” Jigen reminds him. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s just a shame that a beautiful lady’s been taken, but I know I gotta respect my friend. And you, too, dear for that matter. Say, are ya hungry? I made breakfast. Everyone’s already eaten so help yourself to whatever you’d like, OH! And I made the eggs just the way you like them,” Lupin flashes a big smile.

“Thanks, Lup. I know it’s gonna be really yummy.” You scan the room for any sign of my sweetheart. Where’s Gogo?” You ask while getting up.

“He’s out training at his usual spot, but promise me you’ll eat first. You two lovebirds can smooch it up later,” Lupin informs you while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up, we’re not like you and Fuji,” you tease him while throwing a pillow at him. 

“Oh but I bet you will be later,” he says in a sing-song voice. “Jigen, Fujicakes, and I are off to meet an old friend. Goemon doesn’t know them, so he’s staying, and I bet that means you will, too. Especially since you’ll have plenty of time to get frisky and maybe- OW! THE HELL YOU GUYS. WHY AM I GETTING BEAT UP SO MUCH AND ON MY DAY OFF TOO!”

You and Jigen laugh together after he punched him and you threw another pillow except this one was as soft as the first one. 

“It’s cause you’re gross and even if that was true, it’s none of your damn business, ya filthy fool!” You go up to him and ruffle his hair. Before you go into the kitchen, you turn around to face Lupin. “But I know you and Fujiko aren’t gonna stop until you pry the nitty-gritty details from me. Bring me one of those chocolate-matcha flan cakes from that one fancy bakery on your way back and maybe I’ll talk.” 

“Deal! Well Jigen, let’s go before it gets late. Catch ya later, love!”

“See ya!” Jigen says while grabbing his hat.

“Take care you two. And say hi to Fuji for me!” You wave them goodbye and step into the kitchen for breakfast.

[carissimipaixao]

✶ ─ CHRISTMAS INBOX 2024

it’s that time of the year, again!

during this time, regular requests are temporarily closed. as such, when you want something for christmas inbox, you only have one requirement: you send me one word, which will act as a prompt, and one character. your request will be based on that word for that character.

if you want an example, there’s this post. moreover, if you still don’t know how to request for this inbox, i’ve answered a question about it last year.

these requests may go as far as 1000 words, give or take. that depends, obviously, on what i can come up with. additionally, they may not be necessarily christmas-themed, despite the season!

happy holidays, and happy requesting! 💖

CHRISTMAS INBOX 2024 REMAINS OPEN UNTIL JANUARY 1ST.

[rottenstrawberrymilk]

kissing them

lupin iii x reader

arsene lupin iii, jigen daisuke, goemon ishikawa xiiv, fujiko mine, koichi zenigata

preferences

Lupin III

Lupin's unpredictable and always seems to catch you off guard, right time or wrong time alike. He's awful at reading the room, so it's usually more of the latter. 

You can always feel the smug smirk on his face.

He likes the way your cheeks flush when he kisses you unexpectedly, which is half the reason he does it. That and he finds it funny when you beat at his chest angrily and huff and puff before storming off. You never take it to the extreme of slapping him, of course, which he completely takes advantage of. It's shallow anger, and he knows you'll be back in his arms after an hour or two when you've cooled off. 

When Lupin does kiss you, he has a habit of wrapping a wiry arm around your waist to keep you from pulling away--not that you would. He's good at what he does, you'll admit it. He has a way of sending tingles down your spine that no one else previous in your life has been managed to replicate. 

In response to his habit, you've inadvertently formed your own. Often, your fingers will wrap around his tie, clenching it in a fist. He'd be lying if he said he didn't love the feeling of you yanking down on it, forcing him lower to meet your lips better. 

His hands always drift lower and lower when he kisses you, no matter the situation. If he can, he'll definitely squeeze your ass to feel your gasp up against his lips. Anything for a reaction. 

You match his wild, unpredictable energy well enough to keep him constantly interested in you. Some would call it violent, unexpected mood swings, Lupin would call it sexy and fun. 

At any given chance, he's always trying to get his tongue in your mouth.

He only gets in 50% of the time, depending on your mood. 

Plus, the upsides of kissing him includes shutting him up for a good few seconds, so you consider it a form of charity work. 

Jigen 

There's times where he'll kiss you first, but for the most part, he tends to keep to himself. He's more expressive through his hands. It's his own personal heaven to have his right gripping his favorite gun and his left squeezing at your hip. 

In private, he could cover you in lovebites and kisses while you sit upon his favorite place for you--his lap. He could listen to you moan softly beneath his lips or giggle softly as his beard scratches over your cheek forever. Alone with you, it doesn't take him all that long to start getting rough, either. You'll be left with bruises for days on end if he has enough time to do all that he wants to you.

It's no secret either--you smell of cigarettes and whiskey and him every time, even when he's long gone. It doesn't matter how much you shower (not that you hate the smell or anything), at some point, his smell will linger on you once more. It's soothing. 

It's enough to make you feel like your head is spinning sometimes, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

No one knows your body quite like him. No one could ever make you feel the way he did, you found yourself realizing at one point, as his fingers kneaded into your inner thigh and his teeth grazed along the delicate spot where your jaw met your neck.

But in public or in front of other people, he's a different story.

Every time you kissed him in front of someone else, whether it be a peck on the lips or something more, he got all flustered. He's not exactly the biggest fan of PDA and while you understand and respect that boundary, there are times when you like to push it just a little bit. It's fun to see the stunned look on his face. Worth it every time.

He doesn't explain it to you, but it's more for the sake of your privacy than his. His reputation's already shot to hell, no pun intended, being a fugitive, wanted gunman-slash-thief with a bit of a murder streak. That and it gets under his skin if Lupin's watching because he can practically hear what the other smirking thief is thinking. 

He doesn't like Lupin thinking of his girlfriend in any way except a casually friendly one, and he sometimes feels like Lupin seeing your lips on him gives Lupin...ideas. 

Luckily, Jigen's found a way around his aversion to public displays, while simultaneously pleasing you at the same time. 

Usually, if someone else (Lupin) is in the room, he'll hold up his hat to cover both of your faces as you lean in to kiss him. You find it intensely attractive. He's just relieved at the minuscule ounce of privacy he can give you. 

That's all he really wants--just to protect you and make you feel safe. 

Goemon 

If Jigen's anti-PDA, Goemon's on a whole other level. He takes it to an extreme that makes you want to rip your hair out sometimes. 

You understand his loyalties to strict traditionalism which bleeds heavily into the relationship, but part of you wishes he could just make some more exceptions for you. 

Although he's not much for kissing, he doesn't neglect you completely, thank God. He preferred to have a hand on the small of your back or at your waist. Sometimes, if you're extremely lucky, you'll feel his thin lips ghost over your cheek or the side of your neck very briefly. 

You don't doubt his affections for you--you never would. He makes up for the physical things with his words. He's a gifted, intelligent man and a conversation with him is like a privilege on its own. You're sure that there's no one quite like him out there. No one else gets the gears in your mind turning like he does. 

He has a way with words. Silver tongued is what you'd call him, maybe from spending all that time on the roof, head tilted up silently at the pale moon. His eyes are closed during these times, so it always seems like he's listening to it so intently. That or maybe he's just dozing off under the stars, you'd never know for the sake of not wanting to disturb him whenever you leaned into his side, cheek pressed into his narrow shoulder. Sometimes you matched your breathing pattern with his, finding it insanely relaxing. 

If he's in the mood, the late-night talks with him are the best of all. Especially when he takes you up to the nearest roof to look up at the stars. You knew he loved the night sky and you chose long ago to find it adorable, purely for the sake of not growing jealous of the night itself. It serves as one of the best backdrops as you lay on top of him, his chin rested on top of your head, sheathed Zantetsuken crossed over your hips. 

He has a unique take on life and the world around him that you love to hear. He's surprisingly optimistic and open in his ideas, despite his icy, stony demeanor and flat voice. 

Flat voice or not, it's soothing to listen to, all deep and steady and quiet like it was. 

But he doesn't talk to hear the sound of his own voice, like someone like Lupin would. Most of the time, he wanted to hear your own thoughts. You're naive and young and oh so nervous, but you've got potential and that something about you that he's unconditionally drawn to. 

Sometimes when you've fallen asleep against him, his lips will brush softly over your cheek. 

Fujiko

If the last of goddesses roams the earth, she's in the form of Fujiko.

Any form of physical affection from her is pure heaven, and you never grow tired of it.

Her lips on yours are soft, yet leave a lasting impression that seems to make you light-headed for the rest of the day. 

Despite your inexperience, you've picked up a lot from her. Once or twice, she's shared some tips and tricks of hers while making out with you. She's taught you how to kiss better than anyone in your life before. 

As a result, it's extremely fun to kiss her and it's now enjoyable for the both of you. It tends to happen at any and all times. She's extremely physically affectionate, whether she's actively flirting with you or not. 

As much as you'd love to flaunt her affections outwardly, you usually do well to keep it to yourself. Sometimes, you'll be too careless and a lipstick stain or six will remain on your chest or neck.

 All it really does is make Lupin jealous to the point of fuming and he won't talk to you for a few days out of spite. You note to yourself often that this sucks balls because Lupin's lowkey funny and secretly kinda smart and you actually enjoy conversation with him.

 Fujiko usually rolls her eyes at this, hand in yours, reassuring you that he was actually an idiot and any form of his approval honestly meant nothing. You're quick to agree with her and feel a little bit better as her hand rubs over your arm comfortingly, but still feel a little annoyed at Lupin's antics. 

You're pretty convinced that you don't have to worry about Lupin, considering how well Fujiko defends herself and turns down his many advances. It's tempting to become a jealous mess like he is, but you never really indulge. You're not at all threatened by him. You're confident that she genuinely likes you and this wasn't just some long term, convoluted plan to steal something from someone.

Honestly, you were more comfortable being in an open relationship with her anyways. It was much less stressful than you imagined it'd be, as long as you trusted her and she trusted you. She finds you more engaging anyways, since most of the people trying to sleep with her are usually men that only see her for her body and she can squeeze dry of any cash or valuables. 

Fujiko doesn't share whatever she's stealing with you, but you do notice that she tends to give you more gifts--matching dresses with her, some earrings she thought would look cute on you, maybe a pair of Louboutins you'd been eyeing through a boutique window during a stroll down the street with her. 

Luckily, your habits are similar to hers, and you don't have to worry about repaying her. What to get the woman who seemingly has everything? The little things that's what. You're closer to her than most, so you notice when she's running low on perfume or has a tear in a dress she loves that needs fixing. You have no problem getting her more or getting the dress professionally mended. 

Zenigata

Obviously, you'd made the first move. The tension had been getting too much for you to bare and you knew that he was too awkward and embarrassed to try to do anything at all. Once or twice, you thought he was getting close. A stray hand on yours, maybe a glance here and there at your lips. For a moment or two, Zenigata feels confident with his hand on you--it feels so right. Then his mind seems to spin out of control and he loses his nerve. He was no good at reading women, especially ones that obviously liked him a lot because that was a bit overwhelming for him. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you off. 

Emotions were hard, goddamn. It was like he was in high school again with some silly little crush on a girl who may or may not have liked him back. He's too dense to realize it's 100% the former. 

He'd completely thrown himself into his work (somehow even more than usual) for a couple of weeks, not knowing any other way to deal with the issue than trying to distance himself from you to ease the tension. It didn't work. If anything, it only made things worse.

Eventually, you'd caught him coming out of his office and had just kissed him before he could say anything else. 

The poor guy turns bright fucking red every time you kiss him. It's enough to make him want to melt on the spot, even if it's just a slight kiss on the cheek. 

You think it's funny, how stunned and stiff and awkward he gets. Like he has no idea what to do, even if he doesn't want you to stop. Usually, you'll take the lead and guide his hands until he comes out of his starstruck state and takes control.

Zenigata's been so focused on his career for the past couple of years, that he'd kinda skipped out on any consistent intimacy for awhile. So your endless affection was still new to him at the moment. At first, he figured that you wanted something from him or that this was some sort of ridiculous plot set in motion by Lupin to catch him off guard or fuck with him. However, sending a girl to seduce him seemed too out of character for Lupin. Zenigata figured you were pretty enough for Lupin to want to keep you to himself if such a plan even existed.

Strangely enough, your word alone seemed to be enough to convince him. That and it had been a cold night when he'd finally worked up the nerve to interrogate you over his suspicions, so you were also wrapped in his trenchcoat (which he'd offered you very generously). It'd been so oversized on you that your fingertips hadn't even shown through the holes in the sleeves. Zenigata isn't one to fawn easily but he came damn close that night. God, it was just so cute to see. 

He grows comfortable with you very quickly once he can put his suspicions and nervousness aside. 

You're younger than him by a good couple of years (oops, dilf chaser) and as a result have introduced a whole new of plethora of ways to make him feel good.  

Once he gets into it, Zenigata is (no surprise) incredibly controlling and firm. You have absolutely no problem hearing him out and obeying, considering that even when he's trying to be intimate with you, his voice stays the exact same volume. He has absolutely zero issue telling you what he wants, when he wants it, and how if you can get him worked up enough.

He's lucky that you're so used to his boisterousness, you barely flinch at all at his outbursts.

Once you'd tried to go out of your way to annoy him a little bit, sitting down onto his lap while he was working at his desk with the intent of distracting him. You were sure it would turn him into the usual--a sputtering mess. So it caught you completely by surprise when he simply lifted his head to rest it on your shoulder so he could see what he was doing and continue working in silence. When you'd realized your somewhat immature antics, born out of boredom, weren't working, you'd gone to move off of him. Zenigata's non-dominant arm quickly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him and stopping you from leaving. You were super into it and it went from being an occasion to a frequent habit of yours. 

Sometimes you'll steal his hat straight off his head when he leans down to kiss you. Weirdly enough, it doesn't annoy him. Anyone else and it would have irritated him to no end for sure. 

[riddle-me-ri]

Kinda funny Lupin ask! The Lupin gangs reaction to walking in on the reader changing or showering getting a full view of the ahem promise lands?

a/n: aaahhhh omg anon big brain idea, absolutely love this and I hope I did it justice! Enjoy!

Content Warning: brief mentions of nudity, no mention of specific genitalia, slight suggestiveness…its Lupin and Fujiko…so yeah lol

Lupin and Gang React to Accidentally Seeing Reader Naked

Lupin the Third

- It definitely wasn't an accident-

- No matter how many times he may claim it to be, don't believe his faux innocence.

- Lupin has done all he can with the best of his espionage skills to get a glimpse of your naked form…

- Locked door? You should know he's the best locksmith in the world…

- He's always pleased with what he sees before you smack him or slam the door in his face.

- Likely to take his clothes off too to be in the same position as you are-

- I mean after all, it's not fun if just one person has their clothes off, right?

- Besides, maybe it'll take the edge off of him catching you in a vulnerable state?

- It's up to you whether you smack him again or decide to give in to his temptation.

Jigen Daisuke

- Jigen's heart just about leaped up into his throat.

- He curses out an apology before slamming the door.

- He didn't know you were in the shower! He thought you were out with Fujiko and Goemon!

- It takes a minute for the gunslinger to catch his breath…

- Jigen grows frustrated that he can’t seem to let the small glimpse of you escape his mind…

- He isn't a pervert like Lupin! He conducted himself better than that!

- Things will definitely be awkward for awhile…

- Thankfully, you two seem to mutually agree to just forget the incident ever happened.

Goemon Ishikawa XIII

commits seppuku on the spot

- But in all seriousness, he's basically just as freaked out and surprised as you are.

- Goemon will incessantly apologize as he almost darts out the room.

- He doesn't even hear you calling his name, reassuring him that it was okay and an accident!

- You were more worried about scarring him than you were about yourself being accidentally exposed to him.

- Whilst he was worried, you may perceive him as some kind of peeping tom.

- His face is flushed tomato red as he tries to shake the memory of your naked body-

- He isn't a pervert like Lupin! 2.0

- Goemon is likely to avoid you until you insist on having a heart to heart with him-that you know it was an accident and nothing intentional.

- This does put Goemon at ease, and on the bright side, he is glad it was him and not Lupin…

goemon would have to go back to his original plan to assassinate the gentleman thief.

Fujiko Mine

- Honestly, kind of on par with Lupin whether it was an actual “accident” or not.

- Fujiko is a natural tease…

- And you’re fairly certain you told her you were going to change…

- Fujiko is definitely likely to feign innocence-

- Apologies dripping in honey with a fake surprised look as she slowly tries to leave the room.

- Her eyes darted around from the ceiling, your body, the walls, your body-

- You'll likely have to playfully throw something in her direction to get her to leave you be with any actual urgency.

- Fujiko will offer to comment on what you're wearing….or at least whatever you have laid out to wear.

- No its not an ulterior motive at all. She wants her companions to always look their best~

- Of course that's assuming you stick to your plan of changing into clothes and not winding up getting Fujiko out of hers.

Inspector Koichi Zenigata

- Immediately frozen in place-

- Until your voice snaps him out of it

- And the door slams so loud, and brutally, you thought Zenigata may have slammed it off the hinges.

- Apologies loudly and profusely through the door-

- Zenigata doesn't know whether to stay and hear you respond back…

- Or just start heading for the hills, kicking himself for being rash and rude.

- He cared and respected you and didn't want this little mishap to ruin his image to you-

- Zenigata is slightly relieved when he hears you apologizing and that it was all just an accident.

- The sigh of relief the inspector let out could blow out more than a dozen lit birthday candles.

[baileypie-writes]

Can you please do a goemon fluff headcanon

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Goemon Ishikawa XIII Fluff Headcanons~

Fandom: Lupin III

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Characters Included: Goemon Ishikawa XIII

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: None!

~Masterlist~

~Lupin III Masterlist~

Disclaimer: I have only seen the 2019 film, and Castle of Cagliostro. I have not yet seen the series. So if anything is inaccurate, I apologize.

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~ Your safety is Goemon’s top priority. So while he never goes anywhere without his sword anyway, he definitely isn’t when you’re dating. Any time he senses something that could possibly be dangerous, his hand is already on its handle. He just wants you to be safe.

“Goemon, it’s just a dog.”

“Yes, but it could be aggressive.”

“I don’t think it is. It looks like it wants to be pet.”

“I advise that you stay away from it. You never know someone’s true intentions.”

“Oh, Goemon…”

~ Along with your safety, he also prioritizes your health. If he gets the slightest hint that you may not feel well, he won’t leave you alone until his question is answered. If you are unwell, he of course takes care of you. You’re not allowed to leave bed unless you absolutely have to, so he’ll do anything and everything for you.

“Drink some more tea, it’s good for you.”

“Goemon, you’ve already given me four cups in the last hour and a half.”

~ Goemon isn’t one to initiate or ask for affection. But that doesn’t mean he hates it. Sure, some acts can be a bit too much for him, but others, he enjoys. Hand holding is one of his favorites. It’s the feeling of you being there that comforts him. He also likes when you hold onto his arm. It feels more like he’s protecting you that way. Just make sure it on the opposite side of his sword.

~ He secretly enjoys when you play with his hair. He has such long, soft, luscious locks. It’s impossible to resist running your fingers through it! Normally, Goemon prefers not to be touched, but the way your nails run across his scalp relaxes him. He finds himself going into a meditative state in no time.

~ He most definitely writes poems about you. He’d never show them to you, in fact, he’d literally die if you read them. Lucky for him though, they’re all in Japanese. So unless you know the language or can get one of the other guys to translate, there’s no chance of understanding them. There are times though, when he writes one specifically for your viewing.(Mostly on holiday cards)

~ Goemon spoils you with little gifts quite often. They’re mostly little charms he found on his travels that made him think of you. Though the gifts could also be dried and pressed flowers(so you can keep them forever), your favorite snacks or a simple accessory he thought would look good on you.

“I picked this up on my travels.”

“Oh, thank you! What is it?”

“I’m not sure. But I assumed you would like it.”

“Well you assumed correctly. Thanks Gogo!”

~ He loves watching you enjoy your hobbies. Whether it’s art, crafts, sports, music or anything else, he likes seeing you have fun. And if you want to talk his ear off about the things you enjoy, that’s fine by him. But just know that he’s more of a listener, so he might not respond much.

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~~baileypie-writes

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Don't mess with our dad

The great general Furfur was attacked. Somehow, winding up in the hospital with several cuts, a concussion, 3 broken ribs, his left kneecap broken, and a dislocated jaw. The large demon pouting about whatever had occurred.

A nurse walked in and smiled. "Look, general! Someone sent you a "get" well gift!" Showing him the large boutique of flowers that she arranged in the vase next to his bed. As well as a small card. For a demon like Furfur, who understood the meaning of several plants for research purposes that was anything but a gift.

13 types of flowers hidden away in disguised present. 13 flowers, basically screaming at him the same message. It was actually kinda cute how passive-aggressive the warning in it came.

Yellow carnations, meaning rejection. Columbine stood for foolishness, and the Geranium empathized that by adding folly and stupidity to the mix. Hydrangea showed signs of heartless or frigid affection. The lavender indicates deep signals of mistrust.

Orange Lily screams out hatred with its loud coloration. Marigold showed off grief and jealousy, but considering there were also Yellow Roses added, also implying jealousy and infidelity, he knew which way the message leaned. Then came the Peonies for bashfulness and shame.

The Poppies were a consolation of sorts as the Snapdragons spoke of deception and grace. The Zinnia were absent in affection while the Lotus tried to offer enlightenment and rebirth. Something along the lines of... 'Get lost, you jealous pig. I wouldn't even trust you in the next life.'

On the card, there was the entire misfit class, and several of them were holding a "get" well soon banner. It was rather sweet until he spotted his two trainees holding a sign over their heads. In big bold letters, it said. 'DON'T PICK ON DAD AGAIN!'.

Even that was somewhat amusing... until he remembered how he ended up here in the first place. A shudder rushed down his spine cause a brief grunt to escape as it pasted his ribs. Maybe he should wait a bit before he ever decides to visit again.

**the day before**

It was just an average weekend spent at home. All the kids were over and causing mischief. Balam currently had an energetic Clara on his shoulders whilst Iruma and Lied clung to his legs.

Kamui was sitting with Kerori and Elizabetta currently having tea. Alice and Sabro were fighting again, but they weren't destroying anything, so you chalked that up for a win. Picero was taking a nap on his cloud while Goemon, Allocer, and Jazz seemed to be playing some kind of card game.

Which left Soi, who was currently trying to sneak up on Balam with one of your freshly made flower crowns. You giggled as you watched the two of them playfully participate in a game of now you see me. Every time Balam-San would turn to acknowledge the little demon, he would disappear.

Overall, it was a lovely day. Too bad something had to ruin it. A shadow loomed over you, and you glanced up recognizing your uninvited guest. "Hiya cutie, did ya miss me?" General Furfur.

You gave him a blank stare in return. "What are you doing here?" The disinterest in you tone making the answer to his question very clear. "Aw, don't be so cold. Didn't we have fun last time?" That slick smirk stretching across his face.

"I believe I told you already. I don't waste my time with people who don't raise my interest. You had it, but you lost it just as quickly. It's not my fault if you can't maintain something." You shrug before turning back to watch your kids.

Somehow, Soi had either snuck up a tree without Balam-San noticing or the demon had let the boy think that. Either way, he hung precariously above the gargoyles head, shushing a giggling Clara as he dropped the laurel on top of their dad's head.

Shichirou, for his part, blinked and pretended to be surprised when he reached up to touch his head. "What do you even see in him?" You heard the frustration in his voice, and you stiffened.

"I mean, he's so weird, I heard he constantly carried creepy books around as a student, and he is constantly mumbling strange nonsense. So what's there to even like?" You could feel your nails digging into your flesh, your teeth clenching together like a steel trap.

"And you know even if he is strong, he's more of a pacifist, not very demon like if you ask me." Every word seemed to grate on your skin. How dare he?!? How dare he scoff at your husband/mate/whatever this relationship had escalated to.

Standing up, you were ready to send him flying through the garden wall. Only.... someone beat you to it? Well, more like two demon's cause it seemed Alice and Sabro had heard the red demon trash talking their master.

It seems all of your children had heard to actually as they proceeded to gang up on the large general before he could stand. Kicking punching scratching, you even saw iruma bitting him!! Balam cautiously approached you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Are you alright?" He whispers softly in your ear, brushing his woven feathers behind your ear as he does. You glance over to him. Seeing your present still firmly in place wrapped by strong vines around his neck. The pretty stone sort of winking in the light.

Reaching up, you wiped your shocked tears off of your face in surprise. Oh! You hadn't realized you were crying. "Yeah, it's just..." looking back in time to see Clara and Sabro holding a large hammer and smashing it on one of Furfurs legs.

"I'm just so proud!" The tears of shock quickly turning into one's of joy. "Look at my babies fighting to defend you! Oh, where's my camera?!" You quickly grabbed your phone and started taking pictures.

The gargoyle shifted somewhere between nervous but also proud. "Shouldn't we stop them?" You waved off his concern. "It will be fine as long as they don't kill him."

[samurai-wife]

♡”Samurai Off-Key”♡ (A Goemon x Eris fanfic)

✎ Fluff, Romance, Silly, Slice of life, Karaoke

✎ Lupin III Fanfic | Goemon x OC, Goemon x Self Insert

✎ 750 Words

The gang was celebrating.

They’d just pulled off a massive heist,one of those complicated, high stakes, death defying operations that Lupin lived for. Treasure stolen, security outsmarted, a building may or may not have exploded—it was a win all around. With Interpol nowhere in sight and their loot secured, Lupin had grinned that infuriating, charismatic grin and declared:

“Time for karaoke, baby!”

That’s how Eris, Goemon, Lupin, Jigen, and Fujiko ended up in a private karaoke room, lit by neon pinks and purples, with drinks on the table and a night of loud, chaotic fun ahead.

“I call first!” Lupin shouted, grabbing the tablet like a madman. “I’ve got just the song to get this party started!”

“Make it anything but Elvis this time,” Jigen said, flicking open a beer and taking a long drink.

Fujiko leaned back with a smirk. “He only does Elvis so he can shake his hips at me.”

Lupin turned, wounded. “You love the hips!”

Eris, already curled up next to Goemon, was too busy gazing lovingly at her stoic swordsman. “Goemon, have you ever done karaoke before?”

He gave a small, dignified shake of his head. “No. It is… unfamiliar to me.”

“Well, you’re doing it tonight,” she said with a smile, “and I’ll be right there cheering you on.”

Several rounds passed. Lupin sang a chaotic rock anthem. Jigen surprised everyone with a deep, smoky blues number. Fujiko did a sensual jazz tune that made Lupin nearly pass out. Eris got up next, singing a sappy, romantic ballad directly to Goemon, her eyes soft and gooey the entire time.

Then Lupin, grinning like a little gremlin, passed the mic to Goemon.

“Alright, samurai. Time to serenade us.”

Goemon looked at the microphone like it was a cursed relic. But after a beat, he stepped forward and quietly selected a traditional enka song; a slow, dramatic piece filled with longing, cherry blossoms, and ancient sadness.

He began.

It was… noble. Painfully noble. His voice was flat, occasionally off-key, his rhythm stilted, and when he attempted a dramatic vibrato at the end of the second verse, it sounded like an electric toothbrush caught in a typhoon. He stood perfectly straight the entire time, face stoic, eyes intense, like he was performing for the emperor himself.

A heavy silence followed.

Then…

“Pffft—” Lupin choked on his drink.

Jigen leaned back, howling. “That was so bad, I think my ears just resigned from life.”

Even Fujiko had her hand over her mouth, shaking with laughter. “Oh my god, that was so earnest. And so tone deaf.”

Eris leapt to her feet like she’d been launched out of a cannon.

“You absolute monsters!” she shrieked. “That was beautiful!”

Everyone froze.

Eris marched over to Goemon and flung her arms around his waist, glaring at the rest of them like a storm cloud given human form. “You leave my samurai baby alone. He sang from his soul. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Like a cherry blossom petal crying out in the wind!”

“You guys are just—just tasteless karaoke goblins!” she accused. “You wouldn’t know art if it throat punched you!”

Jigen opened his mouth and Eris immediately pointed a finger at him. “Say one more thing and I will throw this mic stand at you like a javelin.”

She turned to Goemon, cradling his face like he was the last remaining good thing on Earth.

“You were amazing,” she said gently. “You sang with honor. With depth. With melodic justice.”

She then smooched him right on the lips with a dramatic, over-the-top mwah while Goemon stood there, frozen, ears going bright red.

“You really think so?” he asked quietly, looking the tiniest bit shy.

“I would fight a room full of music critics for you,” Eris whispered.

Goemon blinked, touched. “Then I am… content.”

The rest of the gang murmured vague compliments, too scared of Eris’s righteous wrath to try another joke. Fujiko raised a glass half-heartedly.

“To samurai soul.”

“To samurai soul,” the others echoed, subdued.

Eris stayed curled up in Goemon’s lap for the rest of the night, feeding him snacks and glaring at anyone who even looked like they were holding in a laugh. And though Goemon didn’t sing again, he quietly leaned in once to Eris’s ear and whispered:

“…Perhaps next time, we could do a duet.”

Eris lit up like a firework.

“Oh, babe. It’s a date.”

[velvetheist]

When He Comes Back

Warnings: NSFW (smut)

Minors, please do not interact for the safety of your age and minds.

I'm debating on making this a 3 or 4 part story. I have some one-shot drafts saved and I think it would be a good idea to add to the plot just for the heck of it. Please let me know if you would think it would be good idea.

Gosh, it felt like I was working on this for a long time now. I definitely struggled a bit because writing smut is definitely not up my alley (I actually want to write more smut with other characters, I just get too flustered to do so). I hope that you all enjoy this. <3

The past week had been nothing short of chaotic. Violent storms had rolled through the city, bringing howling winds and relentless downpours that rattled windows and flooded streets. Now, the rain had settled into a steady rhythm, tapping softly against the windows. The power had gone out not too long ago, plunging everything into darkness, but you had come prepared.

You sat on your couch, one leg tucked beneath you, a half-full glass of wine cradled in your hand. The soft flicker of candlelight danced across the room, casting warm, wavering shadows against the walls. Scattered candles surrounded each room—some tall, some short. The glow wasn’t much, but it was enough.

A small sigh left your lips as you sank deeper into the couch. You swirled the wine in your glass, watching the candlelight catch in its deep red hue. Your mind was elsewhere—on him.

You remembered the night you met Jigen, months ago, in a small, dimly lit bar not too far from here. You walked in for a distraction after a long day and that’s when you saw him—sitting alone at the counter, his hat tilted just enough to cast a shadow over his sharp features, a half-empty glass in front of him.

Something about him intrigued you. Maybe it was the air of quiet danger that surrounded him, the way he carried himself—calm, calculated, but with a restlessness lurking just beneath the surface. Or maybe it was just the way he didn’t immediately push you away when you slid onto the barstool next to him.

At first, the conversation between you two had been simple, but as the night went on the alcohol loosened your words. The tension had shifted. Both of you leaned in closer, exchanged slow, knowing glances, the pull between you undeniable. By the time you left the bar, the attraction had already taken hold.

You sighed, setting your glass down on the coffee table as you leaned back against the couch. you weren't naïve. You knew what you were getting involved—better yet—who you were getting involved with when you met Jigen. He had made it clear from the start that it didn’t mean anything. And yet, here you were thinking about him.

Ever since that first encounter, Jigen would show up every now and then, sometimes announcing his arrival and never making promises. It became a habit of his—this unspoken routine. He never had a reason for coming, or at least not one he’d say out loud.

You would sit together, talk over drinks. Sometimes, it was about nothing. Pointless, sarcastic banter here and there. Other times, it was heavier, though never too much. Jigen wasn’t the type to lay it all out on the table, and you never pressed him to.

As the drinks kept coming and the night stretched on, the space between you would shrink. A fleeting touch, a lingering glance—until words no longer mattered, and both of you found yourselves tangled between the sheets once again.

But no matter how many times it happened, no matter how familiar the warmth of his body became, the ending was always the same. Before the sunrise crept through the window, Jigen would be gone.

You were so deep in thought that your phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking the silence in the air. You didn't have to look at the screen to know who was calling you at this hour. Jigen always had a way of timing his calls perfectly. Not too soon that you wouldn't miss him, but not too late that you would forget him. You picked up your phone with your free hand.

"Yeah?" You answered, keeping your voice steady. It was very strange to receive calls from Jigen. The only times that he would ever call is to see if you were available. Most of the time, he would shoot you small texts every now and then to see how you were doing.

"Where are you?" His raspy voice carried that usual nonchalance, but you know that there was a hint of something unspoken. Your heart began to race at the thought of him coming over.

"You know the address," You replied, swirling your wine in front of your face with your other hand. "You plan on stopping by?"

"That depends. Got anything to drink?" You smirked as you looked over to the countertop of your kitchen. On top sat Jigen's favorite bottle of whiskey, fully displayed to anyone who came to visit.

"Always."

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An hour had passed and Jigen was at your door. His hat hovering over his eyes as always. His dark suit jacket slightly stained with raindrops from the pouring rain that was happening outside. He smelt like straight cigarettes, gunpowder and musk. You weren't sure why, but his scent drove you over the wall every time.

“You’re late.” You said, leaning against the doorframe with a glass filled with whiskey.

“I didn't realize that I was on a schedule,” Jigen replied, his tone frank. He stepped past you without waiting for an invitation, grabbing the drink from your hands and downing it in one go. He made his way over to your counter immediately after.

You watched with your arms now crossed. "You always invite yourself in like this?"

Jigen smirked, setting the glass down to pour himself another drink. He removed his gun than hanged on his belt. The metal clanged against the marble counter, his back facing you. "Would you have opened the door if I didn't?"

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. Walking over behind him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. You felt the warmth beneath his damped jacket. He didn't tense—not anymore.

The first time you met Jigen, he had been stiff as steel, wary, always ready to pull his gun at the slightest shift in the air. Now, his shoulders were looser, his posture less guarded. He let you touch him without saying a word.

“Relaxed, huh?” you murmured, fingers brushing over the fabric.

Jigen let out a low chuckle. “Guess I figured out you’re not planning to put a bullet in my back.”

You leaned in slightly, your chest against his back. “Depends on the day.”

He huffed in amusement, tipping his glass back for another sip. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The rain kept falling outside, the dim candlelight flickering over the whiskey in his hand.

You slid your hands up and down his arms, gripping the sleeves of his jack soon not too long after. You tugged at the damped fabric of his coat. Jigen didn’t protest as you pulled it off of him, setting it aside on the counter.

You ran a hand down his arm. “So, how was your day?” Then, after a pause, “If it’s too gory, don’t tell me.”

Jigen huffed out a chuckle, shaking his head. He knew you weren't really comfortable hearing about all his stories that contain gruesome details. Last time he shared a bit too much that it made you nauseous. “Nah, nothing too bad.” He grabbed his glass again, rolling the whiskey inside before taking another sip. “Just wasted a whole damn week planning out a heist, only to find out Lupin’s been running it behind our backs.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And?”

Jigen smirked dryly. He turned around to face you, placing his hands on your hips. His thumbs brushing over the fabric of your shorts softly. “Turns out he’s been doing it just to hand everything over to Fujiko.”

Your fingers froze on his sleeves, your gaze falling down to the floor. Of course.

You stepped back, crossing your arms. “Should’ve figured.”

Jigen let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Should’ve known better. But y’know, sometimes you forget just how deep Lupin’s got it for her.”

Your eyes followed back up to his direction. “So, what now?”

Jigen's lips twitched into something between amusement and exasperation. “Dunno. Maybe I’ll finally learn my lesson.”

You smirked, as you reached to remove Jigen's hat off of his head. You placed it on top of his jacket. “Doubt it.”

“Yeah… me too.” He chuckled. His eyes trailed up and down your figure. You had on an old white T-shirt that was a bit too oversize on your form. Just below, were some shorts that were a bit too high. He wondered if you were freezing due to the weather. “You’re looking good.” His voice low and almost teasing.

“Yeah, well, I had a feeling you'd show up.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned forward to press your body against his. His body heat warm against yours. "So," you started. “Why���d you come over?”

Jigen barely blinked at the question. “A guy can’t stop by for a drink?”

You scoffed. “You’ve got a million places to drink, Jigen. You chose here.”

Jigen's hands gripped your hips as he gave you a lazy smirk. “Maybe I just like your whiskey.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You didn’t even ask what kind it was before pouring it.”

“Guess I trust your taste.”

You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head. “You’re avoiding the question.”

Jigen's hands slowly slid up from your hips to your waist. His cold, rough hands going underneath your shirt. Your breath slightly hitched at the feeling of his hands touching your warm skin. Jigen's gaze flicking away for half a second before settling back on her. “Maybe I just wanted a quiet place to think.”

You studied him for a long moment. “Uh-huh. You could’ve done that anywhere.”

“Could’ve.” He leaned his head close to yours. “Didn’t.”

You didn’t push further. Instead, you leaned in slightly as well, tilting your head up at him. “You know, Jigen, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you like my company.”

Jigen exhaled, his voice smooth, almost amused. “Careful, doll. You keep this up, and people’ll start getting ideas.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “What people?”

He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating between you. “You, for one.”

You dragged your fingers through his hair just slightly, feeling the way his hands flexed against your waist in response. “I don’t know, Jigen. You came to me if I remember correctly.”

Jigen’s smirk deepened, but his voice remained level. “Relax, Y/n. There ain’t anything going on here.”

The teasing tone in your expression faltered for just a second before you covered it with a wry smile. Deep down, you knew that you had fallen deep for the gunman. “Right. Of course not.” You sighed through your nose, shaking your head as you leaned in closer, your lips close enough to his. “You are a real piece of work, Jigen.”

He grinned. “Takes one to know one.”

The air between you was thick, charged with something unspoken but understood. You watched him, your fingers still tingling from where they had brushed through his hair. Jigen hadn’t moved away. He stood there, watching you with that same unreadable expression, his hands on your waist as if he wasn't going to let go.

Your lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss, the kind that made your breath hitch. He tasted like whiskey and smoke, warm and familiar. Jigen wasn’t in a rush, but there was an edge to it, something controlled yet hungry. His beard brushed against your skin, and you sighed into his mouth, pressing closer.

He took that as permission.

His hands slid to your back, fingers spreading firm over the curve of your hips before gripping just enough to make your pulse spike. Then, without warning, he lifted you off the floor.

A small gasp left your lips as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Jigen’s smirk was brief, swallowed in the next kiss as he carried you effortlessly through the apartment.

You barely registered the way he maneuvered you towards the bedroom, too caught up in the warmth of his body, the slow, teasing drag of his lips against yours.

You broke away just enough to murmur against his mouth, “I'm guessing this is what you actually came here for.”

Jigen chuckled, low and deep. “You wound me, doll. I had intentions to see you as well.” He kissed you again, slow and un-rushed, like he had all the time in the world. Between kisses, he added. "I have to check if you were doing okay and well."

If it weren't for the situation you were in or how sexually frustrated you had gotten, you wouldn't have let that slide and asked what he meant by that. Jigen really confused you every time he sweet talked you. You had always assumed it was the alcohol that made him say things. It made you ponder what was really going between you two or if he even saw anything in you rather than just a quick rendezvous.

He let your fingers tangle in his hair again, tilting his head slightly so you could bite at his lower lip. “You really know how to keep me on my toes.”

Jigen exhaled sharply, his grip on you tightening before he caught your mouth again. The kiss was hotter this time, edged with something reckless.

The bedroom door creaked open behind them, but Jigen didn’t slow down. He stepped inside without hesitation, his hands adjusting his hold on you, pressing you closer against him. The feel of him—solid, warm, steady—made your pulse quicken.

Then, without a word, he lowered you onto the bed.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Jigen followed, his body hovering over yours. Jigen exhaled a quiet laugh before capturing your lips again, his weight pressing just enough to keep you beneath him but not completely pinned. His hands roamed, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing all over, feeling every curve.

The kisses deepened, rougher now, laced with something he normally kept buried. His beard scratched against her skin as he moved from your lips down to your jaw, then lower, his breath hot against your throat.

You sighed, your hands trailing over to his chest to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. His dress shirt was opened, but wasn't removed fully. Your hands explored from his chest and down to his abdomen then back up. Jigen hummed against her skin, lips trailing back up until your mouths met again. His hands splayed on your hips as he rocked his hips against yours just enough to tease.

His fingers gripped the hem of your shorts and pulled them slowly down your legs. Your breath hitched as your shorts came off, the feeling of the cold air hitting the rest of your legs. His hand lowered down in between your legs. Your heartbeat and your breath quickened as his thumb drew slow, small circles on your clothed cunt. Your eyes rolled back, releasing a shaky breath.

"Well don't you just paint the prettiest picture." He commented as he started to speed up the pace in his thumb. You could only respond with a soft moan as moved hips against his thumb trying to add more friction. He decided to give you a few more strokes before he removed his hand, making you look up at him as he stopped. He pulled down your panties, discarding them to a random corner.

He got up to pull down his pants and took out his cock from his boxers. He had adjusted himself above you, aligning himself against you. He rubbed his tip at your entrance. His eyes drifted up to your flushed face, your eyes staring into his as well.

Jigen slowly pushed his cock deep inside you, making you tilt your head back against the pillow. Your back arched as you feel every inch of him stretching you out. Once he thought you had adjusted to him, he started to move his hips gently. He took a hold of your hand and pinned it right above you.

"Damn, you just feel even better every time I come." Jigen sighed as he slightly picked up the pace, your legs wrapping around his waist to bring him closer. With his other hand, he gripped the bottom of your thigh, bringing it over his shoulder to get a better angle. You whimpered as the new position hit your sweet spot. "I think I might have to keep you all to myself. Can't have others knowing how you feel. It might just drive me crazy."

“You think I have other men come over?" you retorted breathlessly. “You’re the only person who shows up unannounced and never tells me why.”

Jigen’s lips twitched in what might have been the beginning of a smile, but it didn’t fully form. He leaned his head in the crook of your neck, his breathing warm. “And you’re the one who keeps letting me in.”

“And you’re the one who keeps coming back,” You shot back. “Funny how that works, huh?”

He removed his head from your neck to look at you. His dark eyes glaring at you, sending a shiver down your spine. He pulled his hips back, the tip of his cock was the only thing inside. Your eyes widened, as you realized he wasn't going to move. You groaned in frustration, you tried to pull him closer, but Jigen held his guard. You cursed wanting more. He looked at you and laughed.

"What's wrong, doll? Don't got a mouth on you all of a sudden?” Jigen murmured, his voice low and teasing against your ear. “You never know how to use it properly when it counts.”

You scoffed. Though the sharp retort you meant to throw at him died on your tongue as he shoved himself deep inside of you again, just enough to make you gasp. Jigen kept a small antagonizing rhythm that made you whimper for more.

“Come on,” he drawled, smirking as he watched you squirm beneath him. “You want more? Ask for it.”

You glared up at him, stubborn as ever, refusing to give in so easily. But when he slowed down—teasing you—dragging out every little movement until it was unbearable, you felt your pride waver.

Your fingers curled against his back, nails pressing just enough to make him suck in a breath. “Please fuck me.”

“That’s more like it,” he muttered, voice rough as he finally gave you what you wanted. His hips picking up the pace. Your whimpers turned into lewd moans as his cock brushed against you.

The teasing edge faded as your bodies moved together, the tension giving way to something deeper, something all-consuming. Your breaths mingled, heavy moans and low groans filling the space between you. Jigen placed his forehead against yours.

The rain pattered softly against the window, a steady rhythm that filled the quiet gaps in between. The dim light of the candles casted flickering shadows across the room, your bodies moving in sync, lost in the heat of the moment. Jigen’s breath came in short, ragged exhales, low and uneven as he got closer, his usual composure unraveling with each desperate thrust.

Soft moans slipped past your lips, your voice mixing with the deep, gravelly grunts Jigen let out. The sound of your bodies moving together, the creak of the mattress beneath you, the faint rustle of sheets—it all blended with the rain outside.

His movements grew uneven and violent, his usual control slipping as he got closer, his breaths coming rough and unsteady against your skin. You could feel everything—every tense shift of his body, every desperate push, the primal need for release and the way he held onto you. The closer you reached your climax, the more you wanted.

Your own pleasure was building fast as well, warmth spreading through your limbs as you clung to him. Every motion he made sent a spark through you, coiling tighter and tighter until you could barely hold on. Jigen’s grip on your hand tightened, his forehead pressing briefly against yours, a low curse slipping past his lips.

You felt a snap, heat washing over you as your body arched into his. For a few long, breathless seconds, nothing else existed—just the feeling, the release, the overwhelming bliss that left you trembling in his arms. Jigen followed soon after, his movements turning sloppy, a deep groan escaping him as he let himself go. His weight pressed against you as his breathing slowed, both of you tangled in the aftershock.

Your breaths were heavy, the heat between you still lingering in the air. You laid beneath him, your chest rising and falling. Jigen hovered just above you, one hand still holding on to your hand, the other brushing against your thigh as if debating whether to pull away or stay. Their eyes met—intense. There was something unspoken between them, thick with tension, neither willing to be the first to break it.

Jigen reached up from your thigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with a touch so uncharacteristically gentle that it made your chest tighten. It was stupid, really—how easily he could make you feel something without saying a damn word.

Then, just as quickly, the moment was gone.

With a quiet sigh, he rolled off you, shifting to the edge of the bed. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he reached in his pocket of the dress shirt he still had on. He pulled a cigarette and a lighter, lighting it as he took a slow drag. The glow of the ember briefly illuminated his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his features, the crease of thought between his brows.

You turned on your side, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes.

Jigen always insisted that this—whatever it was—meant nothing. That there could never be a thing between you. But the way he looked at you just now? The way he lingered?

It told a different story.

You wanted to ask. To press him on it.

But the weight of the night, the warmth still thrumming in your limbs, made it impossible to think straight. Before you realized it, your thoughts blurred together, your eyelids growing heavy.

Jigen took another slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as he glanced over at you. You were already asleep.

You laid tangled in the sheets, your breathing soft and steady and your body relaxed in sleep. The room was dim, the city lights outside casting faint patterns against the walls. Jigen sat at the edge of the bed, already picking up his clothes from the ground, watching you for a moment.

You looked peaceful.

The same woman who could challenge him with a single smirk, who never let him get away with his usual bullshit—right now, you were completely at ease. Vulnerable in a way he rarely saw.

He exhaled quietly and ran a hand down his face.

This was exactly why he should’ve kept things simple.

Jigen stood, careful not to make a sound as he grabbed his shirt and jacket. He slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him without a sound.

He moved through the space, grabbing his hat and jacket from where they had landed on. His gun rested on the counter, next to his half-finished glass of whiskey. He picked them up with practiced ease, ready to slip out like he’d never been here at all.

But something caught his eye.

A small framed picture sat on the counter, next to the sofa.

Jigen paused.

It was a picture of you.

You were standing beside a bride, dressed in an elegant light blue dress that hugged your frame just right. Your hair was styled different—softer, more refined—and you were smiling. Really smiling. Not the usual sharp, teasing smirk you threw his way, not the guarded expressions you wore like armor.

No. This was different.

Pure. Carefree. Happy.

Jigen found himself staring longer than he meant to.

He knew you—at least, he thought he did. He knew how and why you moved away, how you fought, how you could talk your way out of just about anything. He knew how you smirked when you were lying, how your eyes narrowed when you were pissed.

As he looked at the picture, he realized he barely knew anything about your life—before him, before the mess he got with you. And yet, here was a glimpse of it. A world where you looked like you belonged to something stable. Something good.

Something that wasn’t him.

His fingers hovered over the frame for a second. Then, almost without thinking, he took it. Slipped it right into his jacket pocket. Would you notice? Maybe. Would you call him out on it? Definitely.

But Jigen didn’t care.

He wasn’t sentimental—he sure as hell wasn't the type to take the damn photo like a lovesick idiot—but something about this picture… something about you looking so damn happy…

He wanted to keep it.

Just for himself. Just for when he wasn’t here.

Jigen adjusted his hat, exhaled slowly, and left without another sound, disappearing into the rain-soaked night.

No goodbyes. No second thoughts. Just the familiar routine of slipping away before morning.

[alekthethirdish]

Had a funny idea, Lupgang HC’s for the reader getting kidnapped, them going to rescue Reader only to run into the reader breaking out as they are breaking in. Not cause they didn’t think they would be rescued, just the kidnappers left them the perfect window to escape and why wait?

This took so many rewrites, so I hope this version does your ask justice!

Lupin:

-Lupin has gotten kidnapped himself more times than he can probably count.

-So when you get kidnapped he already knows the signs to look for.

-He's an attentive partner, and always has a hand around you, if he's not directly holding your hand.

-Lupin notices instantly if you're gone.

-Of course he's on top of things, tailing your kidnappers, and planning to reign hell down upon them if they even consider touching a single hair on your head.

-When he sees you climbing out a window two stories up, he can't help but smile.

-Lupin meets you halfway down the building, he needs to make sure that you're alright.

-When you've landed safely on the fire escape that he's standing on, he'll look you over for any injuries before pulling you into his chest.

-"Are you hurt? I swear, if they even touched a hair on your head I'll -"

-"Lupin, I'm fine. They were idiots, they didn't even know how to tie rope. They left me in a room with an open window."

-Once he's sure you're alright, he'll lead the way down to the ground, offering his hand to you along the way.

-For the next week straight, he is peppering you with kisses and showering you with gifts. Anything to help you get your mind off of your kidnapping, even if your snatchers sucked.

-Your kidnappers will have found an empty room and then received a note from Lupin, containing a thinly veiled threat.

Jigen:

-Jigen is fiercely protective of you, after all you're his lover.

-Once he's made aware that you've been kidnapped, either by you just missing, or a ransom note; he will raise hell to get you back safe.

-He's tracked your location down to a building and is prepared to go in, guns blazing, when he sees you calmly walking out of the building.

-At first he's confused, why would they let you walk right out?

-He pulls you into an alley as you pass, intending to ask you how you managed to walk right out; your fist in his face is the greeting he gets.

-When you realize it's Jigen who pulled you aside, you start apologizing profusely for punching him.

-"Are you okay, my love?"

-"I should be the one asking you that."

-"Oh. Yeah, their security was shit, they clearly did not know how to tie someone up."

-Jigen, sure that his nose is okay, brings you into his chest, hugging you tightly.

-"I was worried about you." He admits it so quietly, but you hear it anyway.

-"I'm okay. Honestly I was able to walk right out, one of their guards was sleeping. Seriously, they should consider a new profession. They suck."

-He chuckled at that, wrapping his arm around you tightly, guiding you to the car.

-"Anywhere you want to go, my treat."

-He will spoil you for the next week; Jigen will be silently by your side even more than usual.

Goemon:

-When he finds out that you've been kidnapped he is beyond pissed.

-He is tracking your kidnappers down even before they can think to send a ransom note.

-Goemon is prepared to do anything to get you back safe and sound.

-He has infiltrated the building that you're being kept in when you run into him, quite literally.

-His face is a sea of emotion, going from anger, to shock, to relief.

-He sheathed his Zantetsuken before bringing you into a tight hug.

-"Are you alright? They didn't hurt you, did they?"

-"I'm okay, I promise."

-As soon as Goemon is sure that you are unharmed, he'll lead you out of the building, Zantetsuken drawn just in case.

-When you are far away from the building, he asks, "How did you manage to get away?"

-"They only tied my hands and feet and left me unguarded. Not very smart of them."

-Goemon will stay close by your side until you both return to the hotel or safe house.

-While he's not generally openly affectionate, he will link his arm with yours or hold your hand afterwards. Anything to make sure you aren't going anywhere.

-"I am glad you are unharmed, I was worried for your safety."

-Goemon will take you up to the mountains as a way to distract and distance the both of you from what happened.

[echantedtoon]

Let's Summon A Yokai!

Demon Goemon Ishikawa the 13th x reader Oneshot. That's it.

(warning for demon summoning if that makes you uncomfortable. I just made up some stuff for this based off video games where that happened hope that's ok.)

"Let's summon a demon!"

A thunderstorm rolled across the sky that night. The sun was just setting over the horizon with the last few rays of daylight disappearing but it was hard to tell when the dark storm clouds took over the sky and claimed them as their own. Thunder shaking the lanes of the windows and lightning sounded off like an angry whip from whatever deity was angrily stomping around the clouded skies, lighting up the sky and city below for nothing but a brief second.

It would've been absolutely dark if you hadn't lit up a few candles inside the comfy room and placed them on the table to light up the room. The warm light comforting against the scary night sky that just appeared as the last few daylights were chased away. The candlelight was pretty but you might be asking yourself one question. Why are you using candles to light up the room when you can just turn on the light switch on the wall or use a flashlight like a normal person?

Well because it wasn't your idea. It was your friend's.

If it were up to you, your bedroom light would've been on in an instant and you four wouldn't be sitting here in the dark. But as another thunder clap shook the sky outside, her face had scrunched up into a mischievous grin wide enough to let the other three ladies around her know that she had come up with a devious idea. It started when of your friends said that they were bored during the usual sleep over activities and so you suggested watching a scary movie instead!

"How about The Death Book?"

"What's it about?"

"It's about this girl who finds this blank diary and everything she writes in it becomes true! It turns out the diary is possessed by a demon who becomes obsessed with her and grants her wishes with horrible twists!"

That's when your most devious friend gotten that look before hijacking the convo. "I have a better idea! Y/n, you have any candles?"

"Only scented candles. Why?"

"That'll work! Go get them all and we'll do something that's actually thrilling!"

You had no idea what she was talking about but decided to humor her and go get them and matches she asked for. You had a few scented candles collecting up space in your closet, most were Christmas gifts you were just planning on regifting that year anyways since you never really used them. But you were curious about what your friend was up too so you grabbed up all the bars, the different scents making your nose snort, and brought them out to everyone watching you take them out of your closet and plopping them down on your bed. Your friend then proceeded to grab a glass jar containing a 'holiday sugar cookie' scented white candle, lit it, and then got up to turn off the lights and ask you to close the curtains.

Oh! She wanted to do the classic ghost story telling in the dark game! Nope. As soon as you turned around and you along with your other two friends looked at her, the statement left her mouth.

"Let's summon a demon!"

The three of you stared at her and her smile lit up by the scented candle, a nice scent of sugar cookies in the air. The only sounds being the thunder still rumbling outside. Eventually one of you broke the weird silence.

"You mean like...Use a ouija board? That's something everyone does at sleepovers-"

"No! I meant actually summon a demon!," she corrected excitedly clenching a fist!

"Uh..Have you lost your dam mind?"

"Oh come on! We all know that ghosts and stuff don't exist anyways!" She waved a hand dismissively. "We've tried using a ouija board since we were ten but nothing ever happened so why not try taking it up a notch!"

"Because it sounds like a waste of time." You deadpanned raising a brow. "Why go through all the effort to do something when we already KNOW that it's just stupid Hollywood stuff?"

"For the thrill of it!" You three looked at each other. Two of you having bored looks while the third looked worried. "Come on! Just this once! And if nothing happens I'll pay for two pizzas from that pizza place we all like!"

"...Throw in those chicken tenders and a couple sodas and you have a deal," your bored friend bluntly stated.

"DEAL!"

"I don't know.." Your friend that looked worried frowned. "This is how a bunch of horror stories start. What if something really happens?"

"PSH. It won't. If nothing happened when we used a ouija board then we got nothing to worry about!"

"And you just magically happen to know how to summon a demon how?"

"Not just a demon!" Her hand pointed up as she grinned. "A Yokai!"

"A yo-..What?"

"A Yokai! Or oni if you prefer to call it that instead! It's a Japanese spirit!"

"We know what that is! And you happen to know that how?"

"During my culture studies at school I was studying the local folklore and stumbled onto an old legend of the area! They say that a monster used to roam the lands and strike down evil people every until a shrine was put up for him. It's still there now! I visited it during a school trip!" She explained excitedly. "I did an interview with the caretaker for my extra credit report and it turns out his family's descendants of the shrine maidens that used to be there!"

"That's good and all but that still doesn't answer my question."

Your friend groaned loudly and slumped her shoulders with an eye roll. "He said the shrine maidens used to have a symbiotic relationship with the specific oni. They'd perform a ritual once a year on a new moon or full moon to summon him and leave him really good offerings. If he liked it enough he might grant you something in return!"

"And he told you how to summon this thing?"

"Yeah because he didn't believe in it. I don't either since ghosts and goblins only exist in books and movies. But what's the harm? If nothing happens I'm buying everyone food and we can have a good laugh if we do happen to summon something we might get a wish granted! Whaddya say?"

There was more silence from you three until your bored friend sighed and rolled her eyes from where she sat. "Fine I guess. Sounds like a win win situation. And I wouldn't mind getting an A on my next math exam."

You sighed. "Alright. Let's just get this over with."

"That's the spirit! But first thing's first!.. Does anyone know if it's a new or full moon tonight?"

Your nervous friend, who still looked nervous, had to pull out her phone and look it up online. The glow of the screen making her face light up in the dark as the thunder still rang out and the first few raindrops began hitting the roof of your home.

"Full moon b-b-but does it count if the storm is blocking out the sky?"

"He only told me it has to be a full of new moon, not that you had to see the moon. We're also gonna need thirteen white candles to represent the sacred number of his, something red to draw the symbols in, and an offering from each of us that has some kind of connection to our wishes!" Her eyes lit up in excitement. "Let's try it out!"

If it got you free food and your rowdiest friend to be quiet, then you weren't going to complain. So you four got to work. A friend found an extra red lipstick when she dug out her bag and like you said before, you had a bunch of scented candles you weren't using....but that begs the question.

"Does scented candles even count?" You gazed down at two white scented candles with the scents labeled 'fresh morning snow' and 'shortbread blast'.

"He just said that the candles had to be white, not that they couldn't be scented."

"Yeah. But there's another problem. I only have twelve white candles. .." Your eyes looked around the mini candle collection. The others were different colors like the red one that smelt like cinnamon and the purplish-black one labeled 'midnight lilacs'. Eventually you found a glimmer of white in the limited darkness with only your phone to see, and pulled out a candle that was half white half brown labeled 'chocolate and vanilla delight'. "I got a brown and white one. Does that count?"

"We're gonna have to make due with it. Well just put the white half facing the center and maybe that'll help."

Well if that's all you had then you four really were going to have to make due with what you had on hand. One friend helped you cleared up space in your room at least a yard and a half clear, while your devious friend drew red lipstick marks onto your floor and the fourth began placing the candles in a circle around her lighting them up as she went until both stepped away and you four were left looking down at the circle of thirteen candles and three symbols in the center of them. Lightning clashed outside behind the curtains barely lighting up the room but you managed to make out three words written in Japanese kanji in red lipstick.

Goemon. Ishikawa. And Thirteen.

You didn't know what that meant but it was ominous in your eyes. The room smelt far too heavy with the pretty scents of sugar cookies, vanilla, daisies, and a few other scents. It was overwhelming and one of you snorted from it all.

"Dam. It smells like someone spilt the entire isle of Fabreath from Wallace-Market in here." She waved a hand before pinching her nose and turning to her. "So what now?"

"Now we put down an offering related to what we want to wish for? Like if you wanted to wish for a million dollars you put down like some rare collector coins or something! Just look around and see what you got!"

While the others looked through their bags, you mindlessly searched around the room for something meaningless you could just throw meaninglessly into the circle. Your eyes gazed over at your jewelry box...and you shrugged. Why not? You had a pair of thick hooped silver earrings your uncle gave you for your birthday last year. They were even real silver, just cheap copper ones painted to look silver. You never wore them anyways so they'd be perfect for this. You opened up the lid narrowing your eyes into a squint. Despite the light of your phone, it was hard to see in the dark. Your hand moved things around inside the box. Old necklaces and things jingling until you saw them. Ah! There they were! Right next to your great grandparents' wedding rings. Now THOSE were actually worth a lot. Real gold and studded with real diamonds. You inherited them box along with their old jewelry box but that didn't matter right now. You wanted the useless tacky earrings next to them. Even now most of the shiny silver paint had peeled off revealing the cheap copper hoops underneath.

"C'mon Y/n! Hurry up! I want that pizza as soon as possible!"

You looked around mindlessly just reaching in and grabbing two round things into your hand. "Coming!"

"What did you grab?" Her brow rose as you just rolled your eyes.

"Just some old jewelry. What about you?"

She held up an ink stone. Probably got it from her school bag. "I was gonna use it for an art project but since I want an A for my exam and I have to write on the test, it was a good enough match."

"Sounds like a good start."

Your other two friends pulled out a book on rare poetry and a small bag of store bought mochi candy. ...Strange offering but you guessed it was the only thing that they could find. Your friend instructed you all placed the offerings on the strange words in Japanese and stepped back without a second thought to look at them....And you four stood there in your pajamas with nothing but the candles to light up the darkness and the rain still pounding at your rooftop.

Silence other than the storm rang out and you four looked around the room exchanging looks sometimes.

".....Is that it?"

"I told you it was a waste of time! Let's just get some food now. I'm starving!"

"Wait! I forgot about the last important step!" She held up her hands as your mutual grumpy and hungry friend turned to go flip on the light switch. "I need to chant the incantation and then we have to say what we want!"

Her arms folded. "Well get on with it! I'm hungry and this is really not fun!"

"Alright, alright! Let me try to remember what the guy told me!"

She stood there staring at the mess of lit candles and lipstick smeared kanji scrunching her brows in deep thought. You and your grumpy friend exchanged mirrored deadpanned looks before she cleared her throat and held her arms out.

"Full moon on the rise. New moon hides from eyes. Abyss of darkness conquering the skies! We summon, summon him from the ground. To our circle lit and round. Oh one who walks the path of light, we come once more to ask you to chase away evils blight! Come from slumber, to seek out what we offer! Great one of good and lght, we ask for you to once more walk the night!"

Her voice shouted out loud enough that you were sure you'd be getting a complaint from the neighbors tomorrow morning. As she finished her chant, a lightning bolt struck out temporarily lighting up the sky outside as the rain poured out...As you all waited looking around more.

"Would you look at that? Nothing happened again. NOW can we get food?"

"Wait! We didn't say what we wanted yet!," she protested to her, "The wish is a part of the ritual so let's complete it ok?!" Your friend groaned but she quickly excitedly exclaimed. "I wish my mom would finally give me the secrets to famous udon recipe so I can start selling it myself!"

"Um..." You nervous friend cautiously and worriedly looked around the dark room. "C-Can I m-meet my favorite author please? O-Only if that's ok! I'm fine if nothing happens really!"

"Oh what the hell. I want an A on my next exam."

...All three looked at you expectantly. "What?"

"Say something, Y/n."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. What did you put down?"

You shrugged. "Some cheap jewelry I don't want honestly."

"OOOH. Wish for something good then! Oh! Oh! I see you always sitting by yourself! Ask him to get you a boyfriend?," you friend teased making you laugh.

"Really? We summon a Yokai just for me to ask him for a boyfriend? If he was real, he'd probably think I was crazy."

"Well it doesn't have to be a boyfriend. You can ask for a sign of who you're meant to be with." That devious smile returned again. "Y'know that caretaker guy told me a lot of maidens would pay the shrine maidens to do rituals and summon the onis as offered brides in exchange for good fortune for their villages. Why don't you ask him to put a ring on it? You'd be the first person to be get a real life monster boyfriend. All the monster lovers on the Internet would be so jealous."

"Plus you're beautiful," your grumpy friend added also with a teasing grin. "You made home coming and prom queen in highschool!"

You laughed again. "Looks aren't everything." You could barely contain the giggles. You then rolled your eyes sarcastically. "But sure." Your hands clasped together and pressed against your chest as you spoke. "Oh great Oni please hear my pleas for your heart!" Even your nervous friend giggled along now as you dramatically fell to your knees. "Bind our blood in ceremony and let me share your name." A hand outstretched to no one as you fake acted out processing your love to an invisible imaginary person. "Under the stars of the heavens, I solemly swear, that this hand will always be kind and never cruel. That my voice will only speak truth. That this life is now forever yours." The outstretched hand pretended to take the imaginary person's hand. "Now as yours is mine."

A loud snort went off as one of your friends fell back on your bed where she sat giggling out the cheesy lines you were making up on the fly.

"Bind our souls to infinity and I will promise you love and devotion through sickness and health and beyond the realms of death." You continued to speak remembering some lines from a rom com chick flick you saw last night. "I will love you in all your forms now and forever. Through several lifetimes and back." Your voice was low and smooth now speaking it like you meant it with pride. "From now to infinity. Unyielding. Untainted. Undeniable. With this voice I promise you my love and heart. With this offering, I ask you to be mine!" You then bowed your forehead to the floor as everyone continued to giggle loudly.

You all continued to laugh and laugh and laugh as you finally broke into laughs again too and sat back up-

And then all the candles went out at the same time.

Pitch black immediately enveloped the room and at once all laughs ceased. Nothing but silence rang out other than the rain and thunder and occasional strike of lightning. You four stayed silent as you all say there in the dark before your friend became grumpy again.

"Ok. Haha. Very funny, Y/n. Now we can't see shit!"

"That..w-wasnt me," you stuttered out staring at the floor in front of you silently and wide eyed.

"Sure it wasn't. You're literally kneeling in front of them!"

"I don't have the ability to blow out right giant candles at once! Besides some of them were out of my reached! I'd have to crawl over! It wasn't me!"

"Well it's not me! I'm standing up!"

"It wasn't me!" "I'm sitting all the way over here on the bed."

Silence fell Once Again as you all sat there

"....It must've just been a draft! There's no such thing as ghosts and demons! Get the light! I'm tired of this game now!"

Someone was heard stumbling and shuffling around in the dark before you heard hands patting along the wall and then a serious of clicks as someone tried turning on the lights. "It won't turn on!"

"No one panic!" Someone finally turned on the flashlight on their phone and lit up the room. "The storm just cut out the power supply. Let's just get some food and call it a night!"

"Wait! The offerings!"

The light shines towards the middle of the circle. One bag of mochi candy, an ink stone, and a book still laid there. Where was your earrings? You pushed the book aside and froze as you realized that it wasn't a cheap pair of earrings that greeted you..but one beautiful gold ring.

"My great grandmother's ring!" You quickly snatched it up safely into your hands in horror. "I-I must've grabbed them by mistake!" Wait. You remembered feeling two hoops in your hands. "My great grandfather's ring!" Quickly you pushed aside everything else and was horrified to discover that it was gone. "IT'S MISSING!!"

"Calm down. It must've rolled away or someone accidentally kicked it in the dark. It's still around here."

"Yeah. And so is everything else. I CALLED IT! I TOLD you it wasn't gonna work! Now order the food!"

"B-But my ring!"

"It's too dark to look with the power out. Let's just wait until it's day time and then we'll look around. Ok?"

"I-...*sigh* Alright."

"GREAT! Now let's eat. And don't forget the chicken and drinks!"

You went to go stand up-

Creak!

A shriek left your friends and yourself as the floor boards beneath your feet began to shake and quake under your feet. The boards shuttered to life joining the storm's tags as they rattled around everything in your room including all of you. Books and knickknacks fell off shelves and your desk hitting the floors scattering about like it was a full earthquake of in your room. Windows shook and the bedroom door rattled around as one of your friends fell over onto their side hitting the continued moving boards hard. Until all at once it stopped.

And then all the candles lit back up at once.

You blinked at the sudden light. But froze as your eyes were met with feet and sandals. Ever so slowly your terrified eyes looked up. Pupils shrinking as eyes widening at the sight of grey hakama pants and a sharp silver sword glimmering in the light. A red haori coat hung loosely around a thin but muscular frame. And finally  your eyes met a face. A thin lipped line of a mouth met you and black slitted eyes looked down upon you. Shoulder length black hair.hung from his head and two horns protruded from his forehead. The silence carried on as you both still stared as your friends looked on horrified, and then a clawed hand held up a shiny golden band.

"I accept."

"W-Who are you?!"

"I go by many names. My enemies know me as Death. Your people as a god. My family as Goemon Ishikawa the Thirteenth." Those beautiful eyes widened even more, especially when a hand reached out to tilt her chin back up to him, the feeling of his claws making her shiver under his careful grasp. "You as Husband. I have decided that I accept this coupling."

Your hyperventilating lungs breathed- GASPED for air. Lips. Trembled. Body shook. Tears welding up. "I-I.. Can't accept."

"I'm afraid you have no choice but to honor those vows because now-..Not even death will do us part." 

[hierophantmeme]

My Silly Goofy Fanfic Masterlist

Disclaimers: I am not a writer. In fact, I’m a college dropout & never been in a relationship so 90% of what I write comes from the cringey media I’ve consumed and will have really bad grammar 😝

Requests closed

Rules:

I will not be writing NSFW fics for the time being. I find it rather difficult to write without it sounding awkward.

Romantic relationships of two characters or more MUST be between adults (no pro ship relationships)

No underage characters in romantic scenarios. Platonic is fine.

No romantic CoraLaw

Will absolutely NOT write AT ALL for Doflamingo (sorry).

There’s some characters I just don’t know how to write for so if you ask, I’ll let you know. If you have a specific scenario in mind though that would help a lot

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Lupin the Third

Lupin

A Need for Adventure- x Male!Reader

"I Thought I Lost You"- x Male!Reader

The Greatest Treasure- x Male!Reader

A Much-Needed Vacation- x Male!Reader (NSFW)

Thief of Love- x Fem!Reader

Goemon

Waterfall Meditation- x AFAB!reader

Jigen

Behind the Rough Exterior- x Teacher!Reader

Fujiko

x fem!reader in progress

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One Piece

Zoro

The Stranger in the Mirror- xAFAB!Reader

Corazon

Masquerading Hearts- x Reader (WIP, multiple parts, will be linked in each post)

Group Hug- x Adoptive Parent!Reader

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Catherine

Jonny Ariga

The Only Place in the Universe- x Fem!Reader

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(More fandoms & characters coming soon…)