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I tried my best (sad face)

"I'm going to be completely honest with you: I hate you."

Tiny Joker. Surely he'll be fine.

happy pride month to joker persona 5 ily

REDRAW OF SOME OLD ART!!! <3

THE PERSONA PROTAGS!!

Guys help

Akeshu enjoyers please help me decide something

Out of the two of them who is most likely to watch the other while they're asleep. Like one of them is asleep and the other is just. Staring. I know the reasonable answer is both of them cause they're both freaks (affectionate) but I need to know what you guys think. Who does it more?

And when you think staring it can be in like a deep admiring kinda way where they think back on everything they've been through and all that or it can be just staring for the purpose of staring without any real retrospection, just a kinda weird habit they have.

Fellas I've been working tirelessly in my lab to bring you guys a new crackship

Tell me what you think of Yusuke and the green pencil case kid that sits behind akira.

NOW HEAR ME OUT

It makes no sense and honestly this is all one big bit I have going on but listen here's the set up.

For those of you who don't know this is green pencil case kid

He doesn't have a name but he does have a green pencil case (not seen in this image) he's seen practically everything Akira has done on his desk. He can see Akira making his infiltration tools, texting in class and he can definitely see Mona just sitting in his desk. He knows Akira's weird but he doesn't say anything, he minds his own business and doesn't snitch which is why we like him.

Now with this information in mind let me set the scene!

Green pencil case kid is walking out of Shujin ready to head home for the day when he sees that weird kid with the desk cat meeting up with a very handsome blue haired stranger outside of the school. Bro is instantly captivated by resident pretty boy Yusuke and realizes he has to get this guy's number. How's he gonna do it?

He asks Akira, plain and simple. Now Akira is extremely skeptical of green pencil case guy because he's never so much as talked to him and yet here he is asking for one of his best friends' numbers. Akira is very protective of his friends so he wouldn't just go around giving out their numbers to anyone who asked. He realizes though that his classroom shenanigans have probably given his table neighbor multiple headaches so he compromises. He's gonna get to know green pencil case guy for the rest of the week to determine whether or not he's trustworthy enough to have Yusuke's number.

The week is hell for poor green pencil case boy as Akira drags him to weirdest places he's ever been. A hole in the wall cafe, a weapons shop, a sketchy clinic, and jazz club with some strange detective that has some weird tension going on with Akira. He realizes he might've been third wheeling their date but he doesn't want to dwell on that actually. Either way he ends up joining in on all of Akira's shenanigans throughout the week. By the end he's exhausted but content because Akira actually gave him Yusuke's number!

He learns a lot about this handsome blue haired stranger mostly that he's just as weird as Akira but it doesn't bother him at all, he's used to weird people at this point. He's a lot less intense in his hobbies though, rather than having to run around for different part time jobs or having homoerotic jazz nights Yusuke paints! He attends Kosei high and is an excellent artist.

Their first date is to an art exhibit where green pencil case kid reveals he's an amateur artist himself, all he does is doodle in class when he has the time. They're simple but they give him something to do when he gets bored and Yusuke, ever the art enthusiast, absolutely loves them. Yusuke thinks he doodles capture his artistic vision wonderfully, they're fairly simple but it's fitting for green pencil case guy. Speaking of the pencil case, Yusuke loves the color and how it stands out from the rest of green pencil case guy's supplies. He says it's a good reflection of the artistic side green pencil case kid hides from the world, his life is simple and mundane but there's that color that he has added to his own life. Something that is entirely his and proof that he exists outside of what might seem like a greater narrative.

Green pencil case guy appreciates Yusuke's words more than he thought he would. He's always felt very insignificant around his peers, like he didn't have a purpose like they did. He realizes just how perceptive Yusuke is, which is another thing he likes about him.

Needless to say they go on more art dates.

Listen I know it's really stupid but they're important to me okay. I'm gonna give them the love story of the summer. Yusuke and green pencil case kid for the win 💪

I had an akeshu thought inspired by the ending of Attack on Titan and I needed to tell someone about it

//Spoilers for the ending of Attack on Titan

So I've never seen AOT or read it but my best friend has! So when she told me about how the manga ended a few years ago I began to look into it. She mentioned that Eren died and I wanted to see how the fandom was handling it. It's not confirmed but a lot of people like the interpretation of Eren becoming a bird after he died. I was talking to my best friend about the ending of Attack on Titan today and I had a thought.

Because my best friend also really likes Persona and she's insane about Akechi most of our conversations lead back to him. While we were talking about Eren and the birds I began to think about Akechi and I came up with a fun little AU.

What if after the end of third semester Akechi became a crow. Suddenly, after going back to his home town, Akira notices the increase in crow sightings in his town. He leaves them food and they visit him at his bedroom window and leave him all sorts of things. Crows have great memories and are especially good at recognizing faces and pretty soon Akira just starts becoming the crow guy in his neighborhood. Obviously he tells the phantom thieves about it and they have that "maybe it's akechi, nah that's crazy" conversation but deep down Akira believes they're connected to Akechi somehow. It isn't until one crow drops a small chess piece on his window sill one day that he really starts to feel like his beliefs might be grounded in more than just false hope.

"I still don't get this shit man..."

"c'mon ryuji, I believe in you. show me what you're struggling with. maybe I can help."

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I POSTED ART FOR ONCE !!!

also ignore the fact that its already day 3 of pegoryu week :(( ill post the rest of the days when theyre done !!

"look who's finally awake"

"yeah," *yawn* "good morning to you too. can we please go back to bed? It's too early..."

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Day 2!! I liked drawing all the little details like the stuff on the corkboard. I struggled with Ryuji's expression a little, but eventually I gave up and settled with what you're seeing now.

Still tryin to catch up w the prompts ;;

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Summary: Waking up on a rainy day, you are surrounded by the comfort of your bed and his warm embrace. You wouldn’t be anywhere else.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, married life, domesticity, age up.

Warnings: None.

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Your mind seemed to suddenly arose from slumber. Eyes still closed, you shifted a little to get a more comfortable position. Now that you were slightly conscious, you could hear the rain coming down outside. The good thing about today was that it was your day off, so you could sleep in as much as you wanted. But what made it better were a pair of familiar strong arms wrapped around your body.

You could hear his soft breathing as he pulled you closer to him. Holding you close to his chest with no intention of letting go. Even after all these years into the growth of your relationship, your heart still flutters from his display of affection every time.

Opening your eyes a bit that was filled with sleepiness, you saw Akira’s face completely relaxed, his messy black hair that usually covered his forehead was pushed aside. No matter what position or angle, he always looked attractive.

With the sound of rain matching the calming atmosphere in the morning, you couldn’t be bothered to get up. Instead choosing to seek more of your husband’s body heat and cuddles. You move closer to rest your head under the crook of his neck, arms returning the embrace. Your legs went to tangle with his own as you let out a content sigh.

“Treasure...” Akira murmured softly, tightening his hold of you further. His deep and smooth voice raspy from sleep.

You only hum in response, letting his steady heartbeat play as a lullaby.

The frizzy haired male presses a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s stay here longer, okay?”

His larger hand that always engulfed your own reached up to run his fingers through your hair. The two of you only take your rings off when necessary, like going to bed, so there was no small sensation of coolness when Akira reached out to cup your cheek.

“Yeah,” you answer softy, finally opening your eyes enough to see his gray ones. They were as tired as yours from the sudden wake, but held as much love in them as they always have.

“You’re making breakfast, though...”

A light chuckle escaped his lips at your words. “Whatever you wish for, Mrs. Kurusu.”

Yeah, the day could be boring to most with the rainy weather, but not for you two. Wrapped in the warm embrace of Akira, there’s nowhere else you’d ever be.

𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Summary: Akira always knows the way to your heart, he proves just that by doing something to cheer you up from a bad day.

One-shot

Content: Fluff, romance, comfort, established relationship.

Warnings: None.

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It was a slow day for Leblanc as the sun began to set. Akira has been helping Sojiro with the customers for the most part since it was a Saturday. For once in a long while Akira’s schedule was cleared, with no plans made he pretty much had the time to himself. No homework, no phantom thievery, no social link rank ups. He decided that he wanted to spend his rare day off with you, his girlfriend.

Considering that you two still had some things to do, you both decided to meet up once the cafe was closed for the day. As the last customer headed out the door, you entered with slowness in your steps, carrying a small bag of essentials. You’ve spent many nights at Leblanc many times already, occasionally borrowing Akira’s shirts that were a little big on you for comfort wear. But you still needed your own clothes. He looked up from his task work to see you, his usual calm expression changing to one of softness and adoration. Which he only ever showed to you.

“Hello, Treasure.” he greets once you took a seat at the counter. Reaching a hand out to rub one side of your cheek.

“Hi, Aki.” you say quietly, immediately leaning into his warm touch with eyes closed, looking content.

“Hey, no PDA in the cafe while we’re still open.” Sojiro scolds playfully. He could never really find it in himself to actually say no to you two. You were pretty much his number one regular, and he grew to be quite fond of Akira. Sojiro always thought that you two worked well with each other, not that he’d say it out loud.

Akira reluctantly moves his hand away, going ahead to make you a cup of your favourite drink. You rest your elbow against the counter, leaning your head on an open palm. Eyes slowly closed with a peaceful expression on your face. The aroma of coffee in the air is comforting, especially with the calming atmosphere in the small establishment now that the customers all left.

“I’m closing up shop. Make sure to keep your mischief behind closed doors.” the man said before finishing up his duties and taking his leave.

“Oh, Lady (Y/N), are you spending the night?” asks Morgana, coming down from the stairs. Jumping onto the counter, he then slides into your lap, giving a purr of approval when you scratched behind his ear.

“Yeah,” you answer. “Is that okay with you, Morgana? I remember when that old mattress used to be cramped with all three of us together.”

It was no secret that you actually hated Akira’s makeshift bed. If it should even be called that. It was just a single sized mattress with two large crates holding it up. The frizzy haired male’s blanket wasn’t even all that thick enough for a chilly winter. When you came to his room for the first time, your attention could only be trained on how poor his sleeping conditions were. You didn’t hold back from telling your lover that it wasn’t good for him to continue slumbering on it for nights on end.

Akira understood what you meant, it wasn’t the greatest thing to sleep on but decent enough. He really doesn’t get tons of rest anyways because of all his dream trips to the Velvet Room.

If there was one pet peeve Akira could only list out about you regarding anyone, is that you hated slouchers. He did have an instinctive habit of lowering his posture as trying to avoid any attention the other students were always giving him. But after bonding with you, Akira soon learned to straighten his back better. It was just one of the things that you’ve helped him out with. Whether it was big or small, the two of you were always able to balance each other well, taking notes of any bad habits.

You especially didn’t hold back from talking to Sojiro about Akira’s bed issue. Holding a dissatisfied expression strong enough to make even the older man nervous. Futaba even chimed in, supporting your opinion on the matter. A week later, the young wildcard finally got a functional and real bed to sleep in with Sojiro’s permission, along with you and the phantom thieves’ help. Though Haru mostly stepped up to the plate as a token of gratitude for helping her.

“You don’t need Morgana’s permission for that, love.” Akira says lightly, handing you the drink he finished making. Which caused Morgana to give the teen a small look of annoyance, to which the male responded with a tease of a smile.

“Can’t you two behave?” you ask with a slight hint of amusement in your voice.

Akira had taken notice of the light bags under your eyes that seemed to dim down, your movements were more sluggish. A frown seemed to be more permanent on your lips. His brows furrowed at the thought, his mind tracing back to anything else you’ve been off about.

During school when you and the noiret were able to spend some time together, which was rare considering the meet ups with the others, you’d lay your head on his shoulder for a short nap. He had no complaints, happy to share these moments with you, no matter how ordinary it was. But you looked so drained and downtrodden for the past few days. Your eyes were a bit hollow, body tense until you’re in close range of Akira’s presence. Despite his obvious worry, he was nevertheless happy that you were more at ease and honest of your feelings with him.

The two of you never really needed to talk in order to understand what was going in your lives. Physical contact was the strongest love language in your relationship. There was never a moment where you didn’t know the troubles going on in your lives, even when apart.

It seems strange to have that knowledge when it came to experiencing romance for the first time. Everything was new and unfamiliar. That’s usually what sparked the saying that first love doesn’t usually last. But when it came to you and Akira, it all felt natural, working like a blend of colours.

Finishing his final task for the day, the frizzy haired male took off his apron and walked around the counter to stand beside you. He quickly thought of a plan set in his mind to make you feel better. Morgana jumped off your lap, letting you rise to your feet. Your cup now empty and put away.

Akira gave you a soft smile as you leaned your body onto his arm, placing a cheek to his shoulder. Ignoring Morgana’s complaint of acting like lovebirds in front of him, the noiret pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Come on, Treasure. I have something for you.” Akira said softly.

Looking slightly confused, you nevertheless agreed, going up to the attic once Akira turned off the lights, taking yoour bag with you. Morgana trailing not so far behind.

“What is it?” you ask, looking around the room before his face.

“You’ll see.” is all he responds with, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“I’ll leave you two alone for now.” said Morgana before giving his leader a stern look. “You can do whatever you want, but I’m coming back for curfew, got it?” he empathized before making his way back downstairs.

Akira lets out a sigh, “He’s always so strict.”

One side at the edge of your lips moved upwards in form of a small half smile. “Well someone has to keep an eye on you.” you replied lightly. “Morgana’s responsible is all.”

The frizzy haired male looks to your face now, gray eyes twinkling behind those false spectacles of his. “Why would I have him to do that when you’re here instead?” Akira says, tone a bit flirty. He held up your hand that he still held in his grasp up to his mouth, laying a kiss against the back of your palm.

Your cheeks dusted a bit pink, finding it hard to look at his face. Akira was a true trickster, no doubt. To many others, he was calm and rational, keeping an expression that was hard to tell what he was feeling. But he knew how to read others and communicate with a variety of people. Though Akira may not seem like it, his leadership skills always showed at an appropriate time. In Mementos however, his personality took a shift. His Joker side came out, confident and suave with a level head no matter the situation. He was also more flirty, which is always directed towards you, in or out of the Metaverse. He really was like Arsène in many ways.

It told you enough that Akira was as comfortable around you as you were to him. And that fact brought butterflies in your stomach every time.

Akira lets go of your hand once the two of you stood in the middle of the attic. He takes your bag for you, putting it beside his bed. When he was reached near his desk, he removes his glasses, placing them on top. The noiret then fishes out his phone, turning it on he starts scrolling through it, seemingly looking for something.

You tilt your head, brows furrowed at your boyfriend’s actions, but decided to let him do whatever he had planned.

It only took a moment, but once Akira found what he was looking for, his let out a small smile. A slow song began to play out loud from his phone, surprising you slightly. It was soft and mellow, creating a relaxing atmosphere over the silence of the room.

The noiret then turns and walks over to you. Standing directly in front of you, you could see Akira’s face more clearly now that those black frames were gone. There was a loving expression on him, gray eyes twinkling as the smile on his lips stayed.

With an open hand reaching out to you, his other forearm went behind his back. Akira gave a slight bow, where his forehead almost touched yours. His attention only on you, observing the small confusion you held at his gesture.

“Care for a dance, Treasure?” he asks.

Staring at your lover’s offer for a second, you accept, placing your own hand on top of his. A sudden shyness overtaking you when he pulls you closer. Akira moves your arms to wrap his shoulders while he held onto your waist.

The two of you danced slowly in sync to the gentle flow of the song. His cheek rested on top of your head as your ear was pressed to his chest, paying close attention to his heartbeat. Akira’s embrace was warm and inviting as it always was.

Your eyes closed at the tender moment shared between you. By this point the night was beginning to set, a soft light shining on you and Akira from the window. The scenery made it even more tranquil and everything sweet that left you wanting to melt. If you could only do anything forever with him, this would be it.

Akira then gives you a twirl, which transitions to a dip. Staring into each other’s eyes, love is reflected between them, faces soft and unburdened.

“I love you, Treasure.” Akira whispers.

“I love you, Wildcard.” you say back.

He brings you back up, reaching one hand to rub the back of your head as the other rested on your lower back. Akira leans his forehead to touch yours, this was the part where you felt nothing but contentment.

Morgana pops his head up to check in after a while. When he saw the small waltz you two were doing, he couldn’t help but look relaxed. He kept his distance to not ruin the moment, choosing to wait until the dance was over to come in.

“You really know how to get to my heart, huh?” you said with a small giggle.

Akira smiles pleasantly, gaze holding the playfulness of his phantom thief counterpart as he admired the sky light. “Of course, what thief would I be if I didn’t know my Treasure?” Your lips soon connect, moving slow yet passionate, attention solely on each other as everything faded into the background.

“When you need me I’ll be there. Okay?” says Akira when you two pull back to take a breath. “You don’t have to hold back when you’re with me, no matter how ugly it is.”

You look at him in wonder for a moment, understanding that he referred to the bad times you’ve been feeling lately. Akira really was something else. Your eyes soon became glassy, a deep exhale coming out as you throw your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Akira reciprocates it just as strongly. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted from your being, letting you be completely open with him.

“I won’t.” you assure before the two of you continued with your dance, basking in each other’s touch through the night.

𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x GN Reader

Summary: You suddenly wake up in fear of being in one of the Shadows’ violent attacks again. Luckily, his presence is there to ground you.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, comfort, established relationship.

Warnings: None.

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There’s a tremble in your shoulders that he noticed. Your hands were gripping the blanket in such a strong hood your knuckles turned white. Akira’s brows scrunched with concern as he observed more of your actions.

The two of you were at your place for a relaxing day to spend together. You spent time watching a few movies, playing video games, talking, going through the group chat in discussion of the Phantom Thieves’ next heist.

Late afternoon came by when the two of you took a nap together, lying on your bed in a cuddle.

It was peaceful at for the past 20 minutes until Akira woke up hazily to see you. Your breathing was deep, your body couldn’t help but turn over many times.

He reached a hand to brush your hair to soothe you. It already dawned on him that you were having a nightmare. And he already had a feeling on what it was.

“Treasure...” Akira’s smooth voice gently calls out.

That single word was enough to jolt you awake. Startled, you immediately sit back up and dart your eyes around the room for any suspicious movements, face in a slight panic with your body still trembling.

Your lover didn’t hesitate to embrace you, chin resting on the top of your head.

“It’s only me, (Y/N)... No one else, okay?” Akira rarely ever calls you your name unless he felt the need to.

Rubbing a hand down your back, he made sure not to linger on the healed scar for too long.

Your body seemed to ease better once you realized it was only him, and relaxed despite the small tears threatening to fall.

“Just listen to my heartbeat, Treasure. And you’ll know it’s real.” he whispered.

Feeling Akira like this, you’re met from fear to peace.

“T-thank y-you..” you manage to whimper out.

His only response back is a kiss on your forehead.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Summary: With the two of you being busy with school, thieving, and hanging out with friends, there hasn’t been enough time for just you both lately. Luckily, now you have it.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, light petting, resolved sexual tension, pre-relationship, groping, touching, consensual.

Warnings: Mild sexual content/smut/NSFW.

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“R-Ren…” you breathe out softly as you feel his warmth over your skin. A blush blooming your cheeks.

A light hum is what answers you as your leader moves a bigger hand to squeeze your breast. The other has travelled down and lightly rubbed between your legs over your dress.

You were completely topless, all bare for Ren to see. While the bottom of your dress was hiked up, barely covering your panties as he was positioned with your legs on either side of him. This wasn’t exactly what you expected when the quiet noiret led you inside his room. Being pushed down on his bed as he smoothly made your body give in to his touch.

There always seemed to be some tension happening between you and your Joker. Not the kind where you didn’t get along, because you two always connected well together. It was the kind where when silence passes over you, your bodies are the ones making conversation. His intense gray eyes hidden behind those fake spectacles leered at you in a way that made you nervous to look back. How you made a habit in getting close to him more than your friends. Whenever you both sat beside each other now, he would reach out under the table to rub your thigh, from it being harmless affection to sneakily going near your folds, but not actually doing so. Ren would even trail his lips down your neck to your shoulder, barely touching, it gave you shivers in want.

He was so daring, it made you barely think. You can hardly ever say no to your leader when he’s become all you’ve craved for.

“It’s been some time since we were together.” Ren whispered in your ear with his low pitched voice. He then presses his lips against yours, going sensual and deep, it left your head spinning. “You look so good when you’re blushing so vibrantly.”

“Mmm~” you let out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him so you’re chest to chest.

He gives you a soft chuckle as he slips his tongue to greet yours. Pushing the kiss into something more erotic.

”I’m happy that you only let me touch you like this.” purred Ren. He pinches around your areola, causing a squeak to escape you. “Always so devoted to your leader, it just makes me want to repay it tenfold.”

One of his hands goes underneath your bunched up dress and rubs your folds over your panties. Ren’s mouth is now moving over your neck, sucking enough for hickeys to show soon. You can’t help but let out a moan with the things he’s doing. It’s hard to say what kind of relationship you have with your Trickster. It was never outspoken that you were lovers. But you certainly aren’t just friends, it’s so much more than that.

”Touch me more, Ren..” you say with a slight pleading tone. “I want to feel you.”

”You’ll feel me, baby.” he promised. “Let me take my time loving you, okay? It’s been too long since I could, so nothing will take that away from me now.”

The noiret then moves to take his shirt off as you pant out from his petting and caresses. “You’re so wet, it makes me flattered.” He pushes a thumb to your pearl, it brings your legs to tighten their hold on his hips.

Ren’s head is to your chest, trailing sloppy kisses until he’s sucking each breasts. His hand rubbing your clothed slit at a much faster pace.

”R-Ren! Ren!” you can’t help but chant as your moans come out even more. Your hands go to run over his own bare skin, trying to memorize what his body feels like.

You can easily feel him smile against your skin.

“Be ready for my next move, love.” Ren spoke softly, his lips touching yours. “It might overwhelm you.”

He smashes a rougher, more passionate kiss, one you reciprocate greatly. It’s then that you sense his fingers peeling off your panties that made you realize how much time you both will be needing.

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Sumire|Kasumi Yoshizawa/Violet

Summary: Sumire knew that she was only fooling herself from seeing the truth. Again.

One-shot

Content: Romance, unrequited love, unrequited crush, unrequited pining, angst, heartbreak, P5 Royal spoilers, established relationship, jealousy, unhappy ending.

Warnings: None.

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Sumire realized she fell in love with him after the events of Maruki’s palace when she came back to the realization of who she was, and what she was doing. It was just her, Joker, Crow, and you. You and the boys were able to defect against Maruki’s false reality, working together to change his heart and bring everything to normal. When that had gone sideways, leading to the truth of Sumire’s cognition being to parade around as her elder twin sister, Kasumi, her kidnapping by Maruki, her rescue, and her adjusting to being herself again after months of assuming a different identity.

She always thought you made a balanced trio. Joker and Crow always did have a rivalry that would never go away, but you’d be the one to mediate and dissolve any conflict between them. Sumire envied the maturity you had, how you knew how to handle people and situations while being such a capable fighter. In full honesty you both got along fairly well, but there seemed to be some tension between you that the redhead knew only existed because of her. And she had a feeling you were aware of that.

Akechi had also sensed it, watching your interactions. It was a skill of his, after all, he is a detective. Sumire could never tell with Akira, he always tended to keep a straight face all the time. Even when he told dry jokes and sarcastic remarks, never once did he crack.

”Th-Thank you, Joker.” Sumire says, back when she still called herself Kasumi, face flushed behind her mask as the noiret swooped in and pulled her away from a Shadow’s attack. Though that suddenly brought him to accidentally carrying her bridal style.

Joker responded with a nod to her. There was a warm feeling in her chest as she basked in the sensation of what it would be like to be in his arms.

”We need to get moving.” you cut in, tone empty as you walked, more like marched, passed them. Never once looking in their direction.

”I agree,” Crow voices as he followed after you. He gave Joker and Violet a side eye as he did.

The redhead turned to see the noiret’s gaze focusing on you. He immediately let her down, unexpectedly a bit rough, which startled her.

”Sorry about that.” he apologized before going after you and Crow. He knew that the young detective liked to rub him in when he could. And that included you when jealousy happened.

Violet was quiet as she trailed after the three of you. Watching how Joker’s hand reached and grasped the end of your sleeve. Not intertwining hands, but an action showing his reassurance in a gentle and slow way.

Violet hated how unnerved she felt when she saw you let Joker come closer as you both walked.

It was different with you. Akira’s expression would melt into a softer, more fonder look when you were in his sight. She could see it in the way you both fought together, the grace and strength shared between you as you took down Shadows. How he’d reach out for you in case there was any danger. And the time when the gymnast saw him kiss the back of your hand like a gentleman. Rubbing a red gloved thumb over your knuckles as he stared at you like you were all that mattered.

Sumire wanted to believe that it was all because of his alter ego, where the typical quiet and level headed Akira turned into the bold and charismatic Joker of the Phantom Thieves. She felt a connection with him when they began their friendship during the school cleanup. Akira was kind when talking to her, helping her fend off against a man who didn’t take no for an answer, who wanted to learn some gymnastic tricks, who would hear her out when she needed it, who cared even if she wasn’t her twin sister, Kasumi. Just plain ordinary Sumire Yoshizawa who loved Akira Kurusu, and she was only fooling herself to thinking that maybe a small part of him reciprocated her feelings.

”Are you alright, Sumire?” Akira asked, tilting his head at her. He was still in his green apron, working alone at Leblanc. The place wasn’t really busy, only Sumire who sat at the counter as a customer.

“Oh, I’m fine Senpai!” she brushed off quickly. “I was just lost in thought is all!”

He lets out a nod in response, going over to dry some of the mugs. She found it nice to see him work.

”Hey Joker!” Morgana called out, coming down the stairs. “Lady (Y/N) left a text for you.”

The noiret turns his head to the feline, stopping his task. “What’d she say?”

”She wanted to know if your study date is still on.” answered Morgana as he leaped onto the counter.

”Then I’ll let her know.” says Akira before looking to Sumire. “Do you mind watching the café for a second? There aren’t any customers right now but just in case…”

”It’s no trouble at all!” the young gymnast replied, shaking her head. “I’d be happy to.”

“Thanks.” he voiced appreciatively, going up the steps.

”Young love, right?” the black cat spoke to her while staring at the staircase. “I swear this guy is ridiculously whipped. You should see him when he calls her. He gets that dopey smile on his face.”

”Ah…” Sumire trails off, a wavered grin spreading her lips. “They fit together, don’t they?”

”You have no idea.” Morgana sighed out, tired of always being the one to see the sappiness of your relationship.

Sumire’s chest feels tight, causing her hand to go over it, gripping the fabric of her shirt.

When the redhead found out she was falling for the leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, it made her try to act braver with her actions, hoping he’d pick up on it. But she knew it was pointless when all he saw was you. Who easily touched Akira like second nature, holding hands, caressing his arm, standing side by side. And he did the same, wrapping an arm around your waist when a Shadow went to strike you, how open and comfortable he was with talking to you. He showed a more bolder part of himself, flirting and giving you more of his attention.

When Sumire was in her thief getup, she almost thought she saw his eyes trail over her thighs, bare from the black leotard and boots. It made her flush when she thought about it.

She wasn’t really one of them, a member of his group. Though she was always welcomed to help them out. Violet had a fluttery sensation in her chest when she noticed how much she and Joker matched in their outfits: three long black tailcoats, red gloves, reverse coloured masks. She wondered if that was such a coincidence.

Then she’d see you and realize it wasn’t just them. Your attire complimented well with his just as much as hers. Sumire remembers how Ann would tease how you and Akira were like a couple. Ryuji would join in, and Haru would fawn over how you behaved as one. Sumire wanted to consider it all playful banter, however the tightness in her chest said otherwise. Sumire suddenly felt a spike of knots in her stomach when thinking of you. You, who stood confidently and unwaveringly at her Senpai’s side. The upperclassman who gave her his nonjudgemental attention, who mundanely encouraged her with the same words to cheer her up over her so called ‘funk’ throughout their hangouts. The person she deceived the most when parading around as her sister. Even now, Sumire showed no interest in forming any attachments with his friends; especially you, his girlfriend, outside the Metaverse. She would be lying if she said you and his team were company she wanted to be around. When all the first-year really wanted was his focus to be solely on her.

She soon came to finally understanding what it was that she felt towards you. Resentment. Loathing. Jealousy. Bitterness. It shocked her to say the least, but deep in her gut she knew it made sense. Whether it was playing as the perky and bold Kasumi or the attention-seeking and meek, yet real Sumire, her hatred for you was true. And for the Persona-user of Cinderella of all people, the redhead was far from sweet and innocent as she behaved who was unluckily mistreated by those around her.

Sumire wore a mask to hide as Cinderella did when she attended the ball to meet her prince. No body was ever personally cruel to the gymnast, her parents were kind and good to her, her sister was just being the natural tender older sibling. Taking the lead in choosing her clothes and everything else because Sumire let her. But the redhead despised it all deep down.

She felt unsatisfied, unsatisfied with what she had and wanted more for herself. To be in the spotlight, standing 1st place as she waved to the crowd, for her classmates to shower her in praises for her hard work, for her parents’ to have their breaths taken away with her performances. And out of all of them, to have Kasumi be sidelined for once in her life so she could see that her little sister could be above her in the passion they shared.

No one in Sumire’s personal life treated her less, but she turned it as such to settle her greed and inferiority complex. So it might quench the possible guilt she might feel as it grew into something she couldn’t pretend didn’t exist. It caused her to go through a muddle of confusion. Was she really remorseful for the twin she loved or… for being the cause of her death..? Did she even love her enough when she was still here?

During the time Kasumi lived all Sumire could feel was envy and spite. And maybe even now after Maruki’s Palace disappeared when the Phantom Thieves’ were victorious, it hadn’t gone away. Just like her hidden grudge against you. Honestly, Sumire was seriously surprised that she didn’t have her own Palace, even more so when Akechi suspected her to be the final Palace Ruler instead of Maruki. That had to all be because of her being under the counselor’s influence, right..?

Going to the park, she learned the hard truth. The first-year was frozen in place when she saw Akira lean down to you, a deep kiss shared between you. You had one hand tangled in his messy black locks, the other over his neck. While his was around your waist, the other on the small of your back.

Sumire felt like she couldn’t move, her heart seemed to plummet to the ground. Luckily, she was not in both of your lines of vision. Things would’ve been more awkward if she was. The redhead was close enough to where she could hear the words Akira was saying to you.

”I love you, Treasure.” the noiret said, voice entirely sincere as his face was inches away from yours. With him pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

The pet name struck a hit to Sumire. How funny was that, a thief who steals Treasures in the Metaverse calling a lover that. That proved how much Akira felt for you.

A giggle escapes you as he nudges his nose against yours. “Always a charmer, huh?”

”Only for you.” he grins.

Finally, Sumire’s body was able to move, and she didn’t hesitate to run off in her previous direction. Who was she kidding? She never stood a chance, and she felt horrible that she was trying to push you apart when you’ve loved each other before she even came into the picture.

Once Sumire had stopped, she rested her hands on her knees as she panted. “Why do I keep doing that?” she whispers to herself. “Wanting something that isn’t mine to take…”

First Kasumi’s spotlight, now Akira himself? Sumire put her hands to her face, feeling her eyes water and her breathing hitch. Her heart sinking and turning as she thought back to the memory of you two. All the signs were there, yet she chose to blindly ignore them all, just like with Kasumi, her coach, her parents, everyone from her life. You didn’t deserve to be hurt all because she was greedy and selfish and petty. She really had it coming, so the throbbing ache in her heart was fitting for trying to steal Akira from you. And Sumire has to come to terms with the fact that he’ll never love her the way he does for you and the way she does him.

Red Hoodie

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x GN Reader

Summary: It wasn’t a secret to one another that you share clothes. But Ren’s heart can’t help but swell when seeing you wear his every time.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, domesticity.

Warnings: None.

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The scent of coffee came through your nose as you took a deep breath. There was always something so warm and comforting about smelling coffee in the morning. And you can’t help but feel a sense of peace from it, it was a welcoming reminder of your boyfriend. You could always find the scent of coffee on him when you cuddled or came beside him.

Rubbing your eyes, you let out a small groan as you stretched under the covers. Your body felt a bit sore last night as you and Ren doted on each other. It was always so meaningful with him, but also as much of a wildcard as he really was. It was those intimate moments where he showed his Joker side in the real world that gave you a thrill every time.

Knowing that the quiet teen was downstairs helping Sojiro, you took a minute to lay on his bed, unmoving before getting up and putting some clothes on. It was at that time you decided to raid Ren’s wardrobe for a shirt.

Your eyes lit up as you found a red oversized hoodie under one of his turtlenecks. Ren had bought it in Tokyo as he needed a change of the typical casual outfits he usually wore. You loved seeing him in it, it matched the aesthetic he unknowingly made for himself. Ren could really pull off a lot of looks if he tried.

Grabbing a hold of the hoodie you eagerly put it on, taking a sniff of the fabric. It was unworn and clean, but still smelled like your lover all the same.

Reaching for your pants, you heard a pair footsteps before a knock on the door. Knowing who it was, you voice a “Come in”, leading to Ren himself going inside with a cup of coffee and a plate of curry.

Ren’s gray eyes could only stay on you as he put the food on his desk. “Hey, Treasure.” he said sweetly in that smooth, deep, gentle voice of his.

“Ren~” you say, going over to wrap your arms around his middle. The noiret returns the gesture, holding you close to his chest as he put his chin on top of your head. He rubbed your back with a hum.

“I see you’ve found my hoodie,” he mused, pulling apart to look down at you.

You let out a shrug, “It was just waiting to be worn.”

Ren gives a chuckle, holding a soft expression. “You’re beautiful in it, Treasure.”

Your face flushes at his compliment. He always knew what to say, the sly flirt. “You say that about everything I wear.” you playfully chided.

The lanky male runs a hand through your hair, face showing nothing but adoration. “Well it’s true, with or without clothes.” he grins at the light smack on his arm you gave him, enjoying the way you tried to stop your cheeks from turning pink. “And you know me…” Ren leans down to your ear. “when something catches a thief’s eye, they take it.” Standing upright, he grabs your hand and gives you a twirl. “I just happened to nab a lovely Treasure in red. My red, that is.”

Ren finally moves to press his lips to yours, kissing slowly. “You’re so adorable in my clothes, darling.” he whispered against your mouth. “Now, breakfast in bed? I have a new flavour of coffee I think you’ll like.”

You let out a warm smile, “I’d love to try it.”

Bond of a Gentleman Thief

*Requested by: @chapik123 | AU where Arsène becomes his own being both in and out of the Metaverse.

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Arsène & Fem Reader/Phantom Thieves of Hearts

Summary: A typical relaxing day in the Phantom Thieves’ lives with Joker’s former Persona, Arsène. And as once a part of their leader, he loves you just the same.

One-Shot

Content: Fluff, romance, humour, alternate universe, playful flirting, platonic relationships, established relationship.

Warnings: None.

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If Joker had known that the strange Shadow they were facing gave random status effects—one of which could separate a Persona from its' user, he would've taken the time to reconsider his targets. This was not what he and everyone else were expecting when they decided to do some training in Mementos.

When Noir had been hit, she was influenced by Sleep in the middle of the fight. Skull was taken by Freeze, and Panther had Paralyze. It was a prolonging battle, but just as Joker made his All-Out Attack, the Shadow somehow landed a direct blow in exchange.

"Joker!" Mona shouts as the other thieves looked at their leader in worry. Joker's chest felt tight, along with a strange headache. He had to lower himself to the ground so he wouldn't collapse from his condition.

You immediately rushed to his side and supported him as he tried to gather his bearings.

"Aki..?" you spoke softly as your brows furrowed in concern. Saying his real name showed your deep worry for him.

"I.." he trailed off, clutching his shirt and holding a hand to his forehead.

The team gathered around to check on him, all three status effects had already been removed, but they didn't know what was happening to their leader.

"I don't know what's going on! These readings don't make sense!" Oracle exclaimed.

Suddenly, Joker's mask began to light up in familiar blue flames before it went over to the rest of his body, leaving you to let him go, backing away with your teammates as the fire became larger.

"What the hell..?!" Skull says in shock.

Chains had suddenly sprouted up, and soon the large flames moved from Joker's body, towering over him instead. Arsène's black wings came out and dispersed the fire completely, leaving the Persona to fully appear.

"Arsène..?" you let out in confusion.

"But Joker didn't even take off his mask!" exclaims Mona, wide eyed. "A Persona can't just show up on its own!"

Joker's pain had now faded away, and he was able to stand up again. You went and helped him, putting his arm over your shoulders to support his weight. Joker was now facing his first Persona in the eyes, disbelieving when seeing the sight for himself.

It was after that that Akira's life took a turn. He was always able to feel Arsène at the forefront of his mind outside the Metaverse. The noiret could sense the Persona's reaction to certain things. Like when he checked out an Arsène Lupin book from the library the first time or when you'd come over to see him alone in Leblanc or out on a date around Tokyo. Akira figured that the reason for Arsène's fond reaction to you was because of his own feelings.

From what Mona and Igor had told him, Personas are the manifestation of thought that comes from deep inside a person's heart. And there wasn't a doubt that Akira’s love for you was the same, he never thought that his Personas would be kind of influenced from it.

"You're going to be late for school if you don't go now~" Arsène says lightly, fiery eyes glowing with a bit of mirth. Akira wasn't sure if he could still reach into his mind like he used to.

After what happened in Mementos two weeks ago, it came to the thieves' realization that Arsène had somehow separated himself from Akira. He could appear in the real world on his own, which startled the group greatly when they saw him show up after a flash of blue flames in Leblanc one day. Morgana needed to take a breather when it happened.

No one was sure if Arsène still counted as a Persona anymore with how materialistic he was. Luckily, to Sojiro and other civilians Arsène was invisible. They couldn't see, hear, or feel him in any way. Morgana theorized that it was most likely because of the Metaverse. Since the thieves have been there and were Persona users, it'd make sense that they'd be the only ones to notice him. Futaba thought to call Arsène a ghost for it. Ryuji went for demon, considering how the former Persona still had a connection to Akira, the noiret was probably a lifeline for his existence still.

Having Arsène around wasn't a bad thing, he never showed up during class or out in the open when Akira and Morgana went out on errands. But he would pop up occasionally when Phantom Thief business would be discussed or to just have a leisure hangout. Plus, he helped the Wildcard in increasing his Charm and Kindness. You enjoyed his flirting and doting either way.

What turned out to be a random team up with Akira's Persona had become a unique and fitting dynamic friendship with everyone.

"Okay, so Operation Babe Hunt was a fail, but this time we have a shot!" Ryuji said enthusiastically. It was the weekend, so the group came together to spend time in Shibuya. The girls went off to do some window shopping, which included bringing a reluctant you along with.

"But why am I here? I already have a girlfriend." Akira reminded blankly. Though he knew you wouldn't take Ryuji's dating search seriously.

"I know." the blond groaned. "What's with our leader having all the luck?"

"Is this really something important enough that we have to do again?" asked Yusuke, uninterested. "I would've much preferred going to see any art supplies that can be sold here."

"I don't understand why I'm here either." Akechi added with arms crossed, hiding his irritation behind a smile. "If you haven't noticed, I have some paperwork to get to."

"Oh come on!" Ryuji says, eyes begging. "You can't just leave me on my own, this is a group effort." he turns to Akira. "Besides, since you already have a girl, you could be the wingman."

Akira's face doesn't change, "Why not just ask Arsène?"

The Persona appears as soon as his name was mentioned, startling Ryuji. "To catch a woman's attention should begin with a gentleman's behaviour.”

"That's asking a lot for Ryuji." Morgana comments, sticking his head out of Akira's bag.

"Like you have any room to talk." retorts Ryuji. "For a so called gentleman yourself, you can't seem to turn the cat charm on Ann."

The feline gave a fierce glare, ears pointed up. "I'd be better than a brute."

"You—"

"Let's settle down, yes?"Arsène interrupted calmly, flapping his wings forward in between Akira and Ryuji. "There's no need for such a dispute."

"You can finish your petty little fight out of the public eye." Akechi stated bluntly. "It would make things much easier for us to not be stared at like freak shows."

Ryuji just stared at the male, annoyed. "I figured the Detective Prince would be a total chick magnet, but thinking about it now, it was probably a bad idea."

"I would think that Arsène's opinion on gaining a relationship would be a preferred choice." Yusuke inputs thoughtfully. "His assistance has helped (Y/N) and our leader's own romance grow further."

Akira's body slightly jolts as he turns to the artist a little frazzled. Yusuke had admired the love between you when you both revealed to your friends that you were dating. He even made a few painting of you and Akira modelling for him as inspiration. Of course Arsène came to see them, including the process. Together they were an unique pair. They bonded with their formal speech, and the perspectives Arsène gave him in art.

"We're not in the 20th century." Ryuji declined. He wasn't about to have Akira's old Persona/demon coach him in the ways of getting a girl. The two came into banter over Ryuji's habits, like slouching and way of speaking, though not seriously butting heads.

"You wound me, monsieur." chuckled Arsène. "Ladies still do find chivalry to be an attractive trait."

"Ugh..." The blond's face remained flat when gazing at the demon levitating above them.

"This is going to take a while.." Akira says to the other males as they watched Arsène and Ryuji bicker back and forth again.

"You looked like you had a fun time." you say amusedly, standing in his room.

"That's one word to describe it." your boyfriend sighed, lying on his bed, face free of his fake spectacles.

Your friends had gone out to gather their things for a studying session. As the first to arrive, you went to meet with Akira.

You give a small sympathetic smile as you walked up to him, taking a seat while placing his head on your lap. Akira held a look of contentment and softness at you. Your hand moved to run through his soft messy black tresses, you found a love for touching his fluffy hair.

Akira glides his own hand into yours before lacing your fingers together. Turning your intertwined hand to where he was faced with the back of your palm, the noiret pressed an affectionate kiss to it. A light blush rose to your cheeks at the gesture.

"Always the romantic, huh?" you said, heart fluttering.

"For my Treasure, definitely." he responds, tons nonchalant, the casual debonair that he was.

You lean down close enough to where your noses lightly touched. Akira's other hand came to cup your cheek, encouraging you further to his lips. Just as you two were about to kiss, a familiar presence came to his room.

"Of course, he has some help along the way, chérie." Arsène spoke, humour in his fiery eyes as he disrupted the moment.

Akira groaned quietly as his head plopped back to your lap. "It's nice to see you again, Arsène." you greet calmly, with a faint regaled smile.

He bowed with a hand to his chest, "It is always a pleasure to be graced by your arrival, chère rosé."

The noiret eyes the demon sharply, "Hey, there's only one phantom thief in her life you know."

The entity only lets out a laugh, "Ah, there is no need for agression, you are my creator after all. My adoration for our dame voleuse is from your own heart, I assure you." with the flap of his wings, Arsène is in front of you and Akira. He takes his clawed hand and holds your human one, fragile and all flesh. He delivers his own kiss to it, where the flames behind his piercing smile gave you a gentle brush.

"No Trésor could compare." cooed Arsène.

You give an expression of amusement, you were used to Arsène's natural cunning and flirtatious behavior. He showed the most personality out of all of Akira's Personas. When Arsène brought this side of him to the team the first few times, they weren't sure if he was serious or playful.

Ann was taken aback by it, replying with dry responses to his words before getting used to how it was just who he was. She helped settle the demon down from his eccentrics. He and Haru became close over their dark tones that hid behind kind demeanours. Makoto gave lighthearted debates over law with him. Futaba adored the former Persona, in both fascination and personal likeness. She wanted to broaden his views of modern life. And Arsène displayed a more softer side towards the youngest member, they made a mischievous pair.

But of course, there was you. You were the Wildcard's lover, the object of his affection. Arsène wondered if you knew just how strongly the boy felt for you. You were sweet to the ones closest to you, whether it was noticeable or not. A formidable and reliable Persona user who always had her teammates' back. Akira has never loved anyone in the past as much as he loves you now. And you shared the same feelings, it wasn’t exaggeration for you to claim that no one could beat Akira in your love life.

Arsène naturally held some of Akira's love for you when he separated from him. Which meant that no matter the bonds he had with the girls, which are genuine to him, the demon would always be devoted to you. He shared Akira's romanticism, proving a close resemblance to the Arsène Lupin from the books with his gentlemanly manners. The former Persona's charm was filled with honest adoration. You took it in fondness for him, finding light humour in his antics as well, including his teasing to the noiret for doing so. You'd even play along to Arsène's jest, which made him consider you a femme fatale in those moments. It allured both him and Akira upon this side of you.

"That can be debatable." the noiret says impassively, narrowly gazing at Arsène.

"There's never a dull moment with you two." you muse, shaking your head.

Soon Morgana came in, his paws lightly pattering against the stairs as he made his way up. "Hey Joker, Akechi's here. He says he wants to talk to you about something. He seems.. disgruntled." the feline's face showed a look of pleasant surprise when noticing you. "Oh, Lady (Y/N)! I didn't realize you were here so soon."

"Hey, Mona." you slightly wave. Akira reluctantly sits up, away from your lap. He scratches his head, feeling exasperated over the double interruptions.

"Akechi never misses a cue, huh?" Akira replies dryly, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

A small laugh escapes you when seeing Akira's pout. To make your boyfriend's mood better, you give a kiss to his cheek. "We can spend time together later. You should go see what Akechi wants, you know how he is with you."

Akira's lips make a line, looking only half unmotivated to go, but his steel eyes soften for you as he stands up and adjusts his clothes a bit. You turn to Morgana with inviting arms, to which he happily accepts, scampering into your embrace.

"A friendship like theirs wouldn't be without settling oppositions." remarks Arsène. The rivalry between those two boys was basically the foundation of their relationship.

"That's an understatement." you sigh.

The noiret puts his glasses back on, moving towards you, he holds his hand out. You take it, both gazing at each other sweetly. It left you to carry Morgana with one arm as you both made it downstairs; Arsène following behind.

Akechi was seated at the bar as Sojiro stood behind it, going over his daily task. When seeing you all, the older man gestured his head to the detective.

"I'll leave you guys to talk, I'm closing up so make sure everything is clean and tidy after your friends are gone. Don't forget to lock up." and after a few minutes, Sojiro flipped the door sign closed and left.

"Pardon the intrusion." spoke Akechi, holding an easygoing smile. "I hope I didn't disrupt you two."

"Did you come for some coffee before going about the evening?" Akira plainly asked the brunette with a raised brow. The noiret wonders if interrupting his time with you was what the detective hoped for.

Akechi chuckles lightly in response, "Leblanc's coffee is more so a bonus. I was thinking of having one made by you as repayment for bringing me along with your friend's shenanigans."

You sweat drop, expression blank as you feel Akechi's mild chagrin. Morgana only gave the detective a wary look, hopping onto one of the stool seats.

Akira turns to you with the shake of his head before letting go of your hand to move behind the bar. Putting on his green apron, he began to prepare Akechi's drink.

"A penny for your thoughts, detective?" Arsène inquires amusedly.

Said teen regarded the former Persona carefully. ".. I'm merely expecting a beverage in return for wasting my afternoon in witnessing your lecture to Sakamoto."

"The boy has much to learn if he wants to reach a lady's heart." Arsène simply states.

"I'm sure Ryuji will figure it out eventually." you muse, the back of your hand resting under your chin on the counter.

"Who knows when that's gonna come." Morgana comments slyly.

"Here you are." Akira places the warm cup in front of Akechi.

"You have my thanks." the brunette nods.

"Hey!" Ryuji greets, coming inside, with the others following behind him.

“Sojiro texted to let us know the café was still open.” notified Futaba, waving her phone. As she and Yusuke didn’t attend the same school like everyone else, they had no involvement with the homework.

“We should keep everything to a minimum, we wouldn’t want to inconvenience him for trusting us here without his supervision.” Makoto advised.

Ryuji raises a brow at Akechi, “I think none of us were expecting see you twice today.”

The brunette gives a tight grin, “I just came for some compensation from your leader after the hours you’ve made me give up.”

“Hey, I didn’t drag you along outta force!”

“That defence is rather weak.”

“Why don’t we get started, yeah?” you offer, defusing a future argument.

“You guys can take a seat.” said Akira, following your lead. “Do you want anything?”

“A coffee does sound nice, thank you.” Haru nods appreciatively.

“I for one only came for the café’s beverages.” Yusuke bluntly said.

Futaba nudges him with her elbow, “Just sit down and help, all right, Inari?”

“That name is always unnecessary!”

“Guess we have to study now…” Ann sighed.

After delivering everyone’s orders, the group gathered at one of the tables with open books and paper. You and Akira naturally sat together. Arsène went to look around, levitating above you all.

“Thieves aren’t thieves without knowledge.” the demon muses. “Anything can become useful.”

“You say it like it’s easy..” Ryuji slightly slouched.

“Arsène makes a valid point.” agreed Morgana, as both different beings that originated in the same reality, they got along well. “Studying has proven a great strength for the Metaverse.”

“Um, how do you do question 7 again?” asked Ann, looking over her textbook.

“Here, I can teach you.” Makoto says, turning to help the blonde.

“Thanks.”

“For a high school student yourself, you show no indication of it.” Arsène notes to Akechi.

“I make sure to balance both school and detective work is all.” the young male answered.

“And putting Persona user in the mix doesn’t always make things easy.” Arsène gestures to Akira. “Take my creator for instance, he has a habit of self-neglect with so many things on his plate.”

The noiret narrows his eyes at his former Persona, stoic.

“But of course our autre moitié and confidants always bring him back to his senses.” a tiny blush sweeps Akira’s face at the sentence as you brush a lock of his curly hair gently. A smile graces your lips, feeling shy at another of Arsène’s casual declaration of love for you. His French pet names are evident for one.

Akira gives your thigh a light squeeze from under the table, tracing your knee with his thumb. The noiret’s gaze is open and honest to you behind his spectacles.

“Perhaps you need to learn how to slow down from work.” inputs Arsène. In hindsight, he acted as a parent/guardian in some ways.

“I’m perfectly able, I find time to be more worthwhile in what I do now.” Akechi would be described as the cliche stubborn and distant child. Though Arsène doesn’t mind it.

“I’m not sure if I find their dynamic more interesting than Arsène and Ryuji’s.” you chuckle.

“I think so, too.” Morgana licked his paw.

“We aren’t that interestin’!” objected Ryuji.

“Deny all you want, you two give us quite the show.” Futaba replies, humoured.

“It is hard not to watch.” Haru joins in, a small giggle escaping her.

“Your personalities clash in a unique setting.” Yusuke notes to her. “Something pleasant on the outside that actually hides shared desire for danger. Quite frightening.”

“Arsène’s need to analyze for any loophole of the law fits with that as well.” sighs Makoto. She goes to stare at Akira after. “He gets it from someone.”

“Only the less obvious person would be it.” Ann laughs.

“But that’s what makes me fascinating, no?”

You lean to your boyfriend’s shoulder, “We’re an intriguing bunch, huh?”

Akira slides his hand to yours, “Yeah, but we make it work.”

Desk Work

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Female Reader

Summary: You persuade your hardworking boyfriend to take a break. He more than happily accepts your way of unwinding him.

One-shot

Content: Slight fluff, romance, established relationship, stress relief, oral sex, vaginal sex, desk sex, creampie, minor praise kink.

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, NSFW, mild language.

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Laying mindlessly on Akira's bed, your (e/c) eyes went from the window to him working on his desk. The noiret was occupied in making picklocks for the Phantom Thieves' next heist. Morgana had chosen to stay with Futaba for the night at your request, while also promising to have Akira go to bed on time. so everything were relatively quiet.

A frown settles on your lips as you silently watched your boyfriend's back. As the leader, it was natural for him to be busy with prioritizing school and thieving. But lately you've noticed how tired he's gotten, his day to day schedule seemed to be more packed than usual, along with the small signs of stress he was giving off. This was why you had asked Morgana to give you some privacy. You knew Akira as much as he knew himself, and being a workaholic was one of them. As of this moment he had been working for almost two hours, which was enough for you to take over. If anyone could persuade him, it was you, his girlfriend.

Sitting up and standing on your socked feet, you slowly make your way to him. Akira, being so attentive to his task, didn't notice you approach.

Just an inch apart from behind him, you lean down to wrap your arms around his neck, making him pause. "You've been at this for a while now." you softly say. "How about a break?"

"There's still a few things I need to go over, then I'm done. It'll be quick." Akira assured, accepting your embrace with a small smile.

Remaining unswayed as you knew it would be far from quick, you brush some of Akira's curly locks away to lay a kiss on his temple. You continue the action, transitioning from his cheek to his jaw, which had him instinctively incline to you. The corners of your lips turned upwards, eyes brightening as an idea came to your mind.

Pulling away from the male, he gives a small look of disappointment before it changed to one of curious interest as you went to stand in front of him. Since Akira knew he wasn’t going to be able to turn down your affections.

Moving to sit on his lap with your legs hanging either side, Akira didn't hesitate to welcome you in. Placing a hand on your hips, he moved one to cup the back of your neck, pulling your face to his to mesh a kiss. You wrapped your arms around Akira's shoulders as the both of you thought nothing but each other. The noiret pressed on with a bit more force, like he was deprived of your lips for so long. The faint sounds of the streets and cars going by were left as buzzing background noises. Giving a small moan against your lip-lock, you felt the blissfulness of his touch. But soon you broke apart, taking in deep breaths of air as your half-lidded gazes met.

"You are a sneak, you know that." Akira breathed out, rubbing a thumb over your cheek.

You deliver a cheeky grin from his comment, "Take a break." you repeat. "You've worked long enough."

"I can never say no to you, can I?" he chuckles.

"You really can't." your eyes gleam.

Leaning up to kiss you once again, you stop his movements by pressing a finger to his lips. Seeing his confused expression, you merely give another smile as you got up from his lap and sat on your knees in front of him. Akira's charcoal colored eyes widened upon realizing what you were doing. A light blush came on his face. This wasn't the first time you two have been intimate before, having gone all the way a few times, but it was still a fresh thing in your relationship. Your boyfriend scooted up a bit and and laid back on his chair, invested in how this would play out.

Raising yourself up enough while still kneeling, you move to his pelvis and kissed the crotch of his Shujin plaid pants. Akira kept still, holding a light shudder at the feeling. Focusing, you rub a palm over his groin, with your nose grazing the top. Akira could almost squirm as his length slowly gave in to your touch, arousing.

You then unbuttoned and zipped down his pants, pushing the slit of his underwear aside, his light-hard shaft sprang up in your direction. Akira's attention was completely on you, sensing a shiver at the excited and loving way you looked at his length. His head slumped when you sweetly kissed the tip before brushing your lips along the rest. You pressed multiple kisses everywhere, including his balls that had Akira writhing.

Finally making your back to the tip, you stick your tongue out and give his erected cock a lick, to which your boyfriend let out a pleased groan. Lazily gazing up at his face, you made open sloppy kisses before sucking the head. Akira let out another groan, tilting back with closed eyes, jaw slacking. He then reached out and tangled his hand in your hair, caressing it as you took more of him in your mouth. With his impressive size, it would've taken some practice to get all of him, but you had plenty of time to get to know his body. Taking even more, it wasn't long until you reached his pelvis, lips almost touching his balls.

Akira moaned at the warmth of your throat, blissed out as you began bobbing your head. Your tongue swirled around his cock like a savored treat, hands gripping the waistband of his pants. The noiret used his hand to help you move, gently taking control.

Watching his expression, you used a hand to massage his balls while moaning yourself, causing him to shudder and groan more at the vibrations. You knew just how Akira liked it. All he could focus on was the pleasure and the way you were worshipping his cock. He felt a knot in his stomach as you hollowed your cheeks, never faltering from the pace. Akira soon gasped and a loud moan came when his cum soon went down your throat. You eagerly drink it all up, making sure not to miss a drop, the warmth of his orgasm enveloped your gullet. You really did love the taste of him.

When he was finished, you slowly pull away, saliva connecting your mouth with his shaft as you listened to him pant from his release. Taking a few breaths, you gave a small smile before pressing one last kiss to the tip.

"Feeling more relaxed, Aki?" you softly ask with a head tilt, licking your lips.

Your boyfriend's steel eyes were glazed over, pupils blown out as he stared down at you in your kneeling position.

"C'mere." his low, mellow voice quietly said, bringing you to your feet to crash your lips together in a passionate and messy lip-lock. Pushing his own tongue in your mouth, he could make out the leftover taste of himself. You let out a muffled mewl as you melt into Akira, with him smiling against you in response. His hanged out cock was brushing your upper thigh under the skirt of your school uniform. You could already tell that he was still hard and craving for more.

Parting, Akira quickly turns you around and bends you over his desk. You gasped at the sudden action, but immediately get into it as you arched your back and raised your hips for him. Akira's gaze racks over your form with hungered lust, admiring your body.

He raises his hands to either sides of your thighs, trailing up to reach your skirt that almost gave him a glimpse of your panties. Flipping the fabric to your waist, Akira let out an appreciated sigh as he groped your ass cheeks with each hand, enjoying the softness. He then went ahead and slipped your underwear down to the floor, leaving your bare slit vulnerable to his sight.

Akira easily saw the small dampness of your panties and your core wetting. He brought a finger in and touched your folds, rubbing them before prodding his digit inside. You rested your head sideways on his desk, body moving along with his touch. A moan slips passed you as Akira added another, slowly thrusting both inside you easily. It went on for a minute until he took his fingers out and sucked them clean, humming at your taste.

With his cock hard and ready, he grabbed ahold of it and aligned the head to your slicked folds. With eager anticipation, Akira slammed his entire length into your pussy, making you push your head back with a loud moan. He began a rapid pace, roughly crashing his pelvis against your ass as he thrusted. Your mind could only go blank as you delve into the euphoria. Akira was relentless, quick to put in deep force. He was letting go and not holding back, having been stressed for some time. Between school, Phantom Thief work, and confidant ranking, he needed a way to relieve the pressure. Especially with being the leader of the rising famed group, Akira had a full plate in his hands. And you, his lovely girlfriend, knew just what to do to help him.

The sounds of skin slapping skin echoed the attic, including your moans and the grunts from Akira. With your walls squeezing him as he kept the pace, you made him feel undeniably good. You go to reciprocate, trying to meet his thrusts as you both basked in the pleasure. A smirk slowly spreads on Akira’s lips at how responsive you were to him, letting him ravage you like this. Hands grasping your hips, Akira went even faster, almost animalistic in the way he continued slamming his cock against your pussy. You couldn't pay attention to anything else but your boyfriend. The size of his length, the shape, the pace, it all felt overwhelmingly blissful.

"Good girl. That's my good girl~" he moans. "Taking my cock so well, you love it when I fuck you, right?"

"Yeessss!" you cry, eyes rolling back before they closed, a small trail of drool going down your chin. "Feels so good, 'Kira!"

"Treasure," groaned the noiret.

Feeling you tighten more at his praising, he leaned over you to stuff his face against your neck, reveling in your sweet scent. Your moans keep spilling when Akira thrusted deeper, crying out when his cock hit your cervix over and over again. He was also quick reach over and rub your clit fast, making you reel and wiggle in his embrace.

"I-I'm gonna—"

"Let go," Akira whispered in your ear. "Cum for me, love."

Instantly your body listened to him, trapped by his melodic deep voice and the pleasure of his cock. With another cry, you came, walls clamping down on him as your cum drenched his shaft. Riding out your orgasm, Akira made quicker and deeper thrusts before he slammed into you one more time, semen spilling inside your womb and filling you to the brim. You groaned as the warmth flooded your stomach, body slumping with only Akira's desk supporting your weight.

Akira lay kisses onto the side of your face, sweetly massaging your back. His room smelled of sex now, not that it bothered either of you, it would fade soon.

"I'm feeling much better now." Akira murmurs, his own body at ease. "Thank you, Treasure."

A giggle slips passed you at the adoring nickname he reserved for you. "I'm glad you are. I love you."

"I love you, too." he smiled warmly, face soft as he turned your head to press a firm kiss on your lips.

Pulling his shaft out, Akira admired the small dribble of his cum leaking out of your slit. Helping you stand back up to face him, he leaned down to kiss your forehead. But what he did next surprised you as he lifted you up to sit on his desk this time, spreading your legs out as he sat back on his chair with his wet length tucked back in.

Akira reached out and pushed your shirt up, with you helping him take it off completely. He then went to undo your bra with swiftness, having practiced on you plenty enough. Seeing your breasts in front of his very eyes, Akira bit his bottom lip before descending down on you. Encasing your right nipple in his mouth, he dragged his tongue to sweep over the bud until he began to suck. Not leaving your left breast out, he brought his hand to pinch and grope it.

Your head tilted back as you moaned at the pleasure Akira was delivering.

"'Kiirra~"

Taking his mouth away with a pop, Akira cupped both of your breasts and pushed them together, licking over both of them. You brought a hand to grasp his soft black frizzy hair, pushing his face closer to your bust.

"I think you deserve something more." he spoke mischievously, pulling an inch away as he rubbed the insides of your thighs that slowly went up higher and higher. The expression on your boyfriend's face was one you recognized all too well in the Metaverse. It only meant one thing. Akira's Joker side was coming out to play.

"Just sit back and enjoy the show, Treasure."

Down & Between

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Summary: He can’t help but love it when you’re on him.

Drabble

Content: Slight romance, established relationship, oral sex, face-sitting, slight spanking, groping, Metaverse sex.

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, NSFW.

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The knot in your stomach only intensified as Joker swept his tongue over your slit. Needy and exasperated whines and moans were all you could muster as you ground your hips more to his face. This was not a planned idea when you and your leader went to the Metaverse together for some training.

In the aftermath of fighting one of the Shadows, your quiet and levelheaded leader firmly kissed you out of adrenaline. Happily returning it, you locked lips for a while until it got so heated that you two went further, right out in the open in Mementos without a second thought.

Now here you were, top undone to show your exposed breasts with the deep front zipper of your pants unzipped to reveal your pussy for Joker's very own eyes. The noiret always felt a light shudder when he thought of the easy access your zipper provided. Joker was in a complete daze as he laid on the ground with you sitting on his head. His cock was erected from lapping at your juices and trailing his hands all over you. Your scent drove him wild.

Your head was thrown back when Joker sucked on your clit before thrusting his tongue in and out of your sopping folds. He'd also gone to grope and pinch your nipples, watching how they'd bounce from every movement you made. A cry came out of you when Joker struck each of your ass cheeks with his crimson gloves hands. The pain causing you to buck against him more vigorously.

The two of you showed not a single care on whether Shadows might arrive, only being able to focus on fulfilling your lechery right now.

"Joker!" you moan aloud, grinding your clit against his nose, grasping his soft messy locks.

Joker's shaft twitched at the way you lewdly called out his codename. It was noted that the both you of kept your masks on, which help sent a shockwave through you when the tip of his mask nudged your pearl.

The leader of the Phantom Thieves just adored having you on his face, letting him feed on your cum as he sent you orgasm after orgasm. The way your moist walls clamped down on his wet appendage, aching for continuation as Joker hit all the right spots.

With his hands griping your hips, he aided you when another orgasm blinded your senses. Body trembling from the overstimulation. Joker eagerly slurped up everything you gushed out as much as he could.

Mind still a little fuzzy, you went to sit on his chest as Joker breathed. Traces of your juices staining his mouth and jaw, which he tried to lick up as much as he could.

"Feel good, Treasure?" Joker pants lightly.

"Mmhm.." you lazily hum. Looking down at him, your eyes glinted lustfully once more, libido still high.

Joker was quiet as he attentively watched you shakily move. Gray irises darkening when seeing you turn around, legs switching over him as you hovered his face again. Making eye contact with your lover again, you give a shy yet mischievous smile.

“Will you steal my desires, leader? Take it all away until there’s nothing left?” he felt the blood rushing further down south. You sounded so sweet, asking for him to persist on tongue-fucking you.

“You’re all mine to have, Treasure. Remember that.” your core tightens from his dead-serious voice.

Placing his hands on your hips once more, Joker shoves you back down to his face, causing a gasp and a moan to spill from you. He used your backside as a guide as it pressed further on him, letting his tongue roam inside your dripping pussy.

In return, you lay on him, breasts touching his stomach as you unfastened his pants to reveal his hardened, well-sized cock popping up, pre-cum leaking. Licking your lips, you take it all in your mouth, swirling your own tongue around it. Joker groaned when feeling your warm and wet throat envelope his shaft. Vibrations were equally made from both of you as you moaned from pleasuring each other.

The faint sounds of the subway trains were just made as background noises as you two absorbed the sounds your heated bodies and and the muffled moans of voices echoing in the air. It would be some time until you and Joker finished business here.