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𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞/𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝/𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝

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.

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.

#𝟭 𝗙𝗮𝗻-𝗮𝗿𝘁/𝗔𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸

𝐌𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 ‘𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 || 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲’.

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This is the first artwork I have made public as an example to what the Reader would dress like, with me as an example. I was skeptical on whether or not to post it here since I was not too into the results, but I figured why not. Maybe over time my skills will improve; making digital art is different compared to paper to me.

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.

i’m now an arsene stan bc of you SOBBING. I want a thief to pick me up from my balcony and whisk me away into the night.

Really? I’m glad my writing was able to do so. I honestly never expected to influence someone’s interest in a character, especially Arsène, whether it’s Persona 5 or the original source material by Maurice Leblanc. Arsène has always been a sort of underrated character in both fandoms.

In the beginning I thought to just make a P5 Joker x Reader centric blog because I loved the franchise. And he was a character who I was confident enough to write about, despite being controlled by the player, he does have his own personality and characteristics. There was also the fact that I wasn’t really into a lot of other fandoms/characters that didn’t catch my interest or motivation. It wasn’t until other writers from Tumblr and AO3 wrote about Arsène and Sataneal that changed my mind. They’re much better at writing those two than I am (including being especially slow in updating).

The thought of a love story with a thief who lives in a more different and adventurous world is kinda cliché but also a compelling fantasy.