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not sure what your landmines are but sae's cognitive goro + shido's cognitive goro something something turbo virgin meets turbo whore something something akira gets gorohole
NINAKE IS ALWAYS WELCOME AROUND HERE, ANON!!!
cw: ninake (aka goro selfcest), voyeurism, saeâs coggoro has a pussy
joker swears this place must be hell. what was originally a normal christmas eve has dissolved into a nightmare, the depths of mementos an endless path of sorrows.
every palace leader theyâve fought and defeatedâtheyâre all here. the cognition of the masses are here, locked in a tower of infinite jail cells, lamenting about their desire to be controlled. it was a difficult sight to come to terms with. continuing through a hidden path, however, they begin a journey even harder to swallow.
âshiho!â panther runs to her best friend, her eyes wild with fear when sheâs met with a golden stare. shiho is dressed in that outfit from the pervertâs palace, bunny ears on her head, volleyball in hand. kamoshidaâs cognition. skull frets over mishimaâs clone beside her.
noir and queen rush over to an alien version of haru. okumuraâs cognition of his daughter. oracle and mona approach the bird with wakabaâs face, fox rushes over to madarameâs cognition of his classmate. every cognition birthed in those fallen palaces, theyâre all here too.
without his team behind him, joker continues on. he passes multiple cognitions he hadnât noticed while exploring each distortionâfutabaâs version of sojiro, kamoshidaâs twisted copies of shujin staff. kaneshiroâs underlings, madarameâs students. saeâs cognition of akira, the stunt double shot in the police station last month. thereâs no bullet wound between his eyes. thereâs no blood dripping down his face. itâs just akira.
moving through a narrow hallway, joker passes less and less cognitive doubles. he eventually reaches a point of total solitude, yet the hallway stretches on. does he dare keep going? what could be waiting at the end? a trap?
craning his head around, he canât even see his friends anymoreâ
âyouâre looking for a good time, arenât you~?â
joker startles at the voice. he finds nothing in the surrounding vicinity. the voice wasnât talking to him.
âdonât touch me.â
âyouâre a shy one, hm? is that why you came looking for me~?â
âa headache like you is the last thing i want to deal with.â
joker glances around before warily following the voices. the hallway is a long journey of nothingness, but the bickering grows louder with every passing step;Â
âso cruel. canât you do better things with that mouth?â
âdo you ever shut up?
âyou could make me~â
the voices sound familiar, yet not familiar at all. too foreign for akira to place.
âi have numerous methods of silencing inconveniences.â
itâs an emotionless threat, a monotonous drawl, robotic.
âthereâs no weapons here. ah⌠unless thatâs a gun in your pocket?â
itâs a desperate attempt at flirting, giggly and slutty. like someone downed a glass of liquor when theyâre far too young to be drinking.
âiâm not entirely sure what youâre referring to.â
âperhaps i should teach you~â
joker reaches a dead end at the edge of the hallway, a small room tucked into the side wall. what he sees inside has his heart stopping in his chest; it has his blood running cold.
the floors are dark grey like the rest of mementosâs depths, red streaks running through the walls like severed veins. a single table sits in the center of the roomâif it can even be called that. a grey cube and a grey rectangle acting as a bench. the decor isnât what has jokerâs eyes bulging beneath his mask, no. itâs the two cognitions within the room.
i never thought iâd see him again.
thereâs something off about the both of them. itâs been less than a monthâjoker wouldnât forget his face so easily. he knows his eyes werenât this soulless; nor were they glistening with such saccharine innocence. his frown was never so slim; his smile was never so wanton. itâs not him. neither are him.
still, joker recognizes both of them.
the one sitting on the bench wears akechiâs winter uniform. heâs a little broader than joker remembers, a little taller. his gaze is completely blank. he wears the face joker saw before akechi shot the bulkhead door shut. the face of a killer. the face he sees in his nightmares.
the one sitting on his lap looks like a wet dream.
his sultry eyes and giddy smile are unfamiliar to joker, but he can only assume this is saeâs cognition of akechi. the casino bunny costume... itâs something the real akechi would never wear. a black leotard and a white collar, a tiny black tie laid over his creamy chest. a bunny ear headband sits atop his head, and his long legs are laced in a pair of fishnets, thrown across his counterpartâs thighs.
theyâre complete opposites. both are nothing like akechi.
still, joker watches. itâs the closest heâll ever get.
âwhat could you possibly teach me with that vapid, rotten brain of yours?â
itâs so clearly shidoâs projection of akechi. joker can easily imagine those words spilling from shidoâs drunken mouth. all thatâs missing is a hissed brat at the end.
it would make joker sick if it wasnât akechiâs voice. itâs emotionless, itâs cold and dead, but itâs his voice nonetheless.
âwe can start with the basics.â
and the casino bunny⌠it makes joker wonder what the hell akechi was doing in that prosecutorâs office...
âwhat are youââ
âshh, accept my guidance. i promise to make it worth your while.â
the casino bunny prods at the crotch of his double, giggling when his breath comes out hitched and ragged.
âyou like that, hm?â
...akechi mustâve been shaking his ass all over that office to make sae view him like this.
âdonât you dareââ
âyouâre getting worked up already~â
âyou wonât humiliate meââ
unzipping his uniform pants, the casino bunny makes a happy sound unveiling the puppetâs cock. joker resists the urge to laugh.
âyouâre getting so big. how cute~â
the puppet is about average size, a decent handful in the bunnyâs fist. still, itâs bigger than the real akechiâs cock, comically so. the glimpse of his small size in the bathhouse made akiraâs heart swell all those months ago. it was more of a clit than anything that could function as a cock: pink and dainty, clean-shaven and adorably soft as he climbed into the water. akira was smitten from just a glance. he can only imagine how sensitive it must be.
âiâm not cute. stop treating me like a damn child.â
the puppet is starting to get frustrated, its expressionless face morphing with rage. joker remembers this from shidoâs shipâwhen the cognitionâs face stretched into something terrifying. something inhuman, features only a doll could possess.
âdeny all you want. youâre so desperateâyouâre throbbing just for me~â
âyouâll regret those wordsââ
âon the contrary.â
the casino bunny reaches for the puppetâs hand, bringing it to the thin stretch of leotard between his legs.
âfeel how excited i am?â
âas expected. youâre nothing more than a dirty whore.â
âbut so are you.â
âyou truly are worthless.â
âi believe you can find some value in my presence.â
this is saeâs cognition? the same cognition the thieves tied up while akira was sitting in that interrogation room? while he was drugged and beaten?
the casino bunny grinds against the puppetâs fingers.
joker is soâŚ
the bunny reaches between his legs, searching for the button holding his leotard together.
soâŚ
it comes undone with a deafening snap.
soâŚ
the bunny tears his fishnets apart, revealing the pretty, glistening pussy he was hiding underneath.
he is so jealous.
âsee how wet i am?â he climbs over the puppetâs lap, hovering just above his leaking cock. weirdly, he straddles his thighs in reverse. facing the door, like he knows jokerâs watching. âyouâll take care of me, yes?â
if joker had been the one tying him upâif he had this cognition in his grasp, lord knows he couldnât control himself.
âiâll deal with you. youâll know better than to open that mouth of yours.âÂ
the puppet squeezes his eyes shut when the bunny sinks down.
it wouldnât have mattered if joker was alone or notâif he had a friend or his entire team at his side. one glance at that cognitionâakechiâs glittering eyes and blushing cheeks, his ample chest and luscious thighs; back when joker could look at akechiâs face and feel anything but griefâhe wouldâve torn off his clothes and fucked him on that dirty police station floor. he wouldâve filled his pussy without a second thought, pounding him until the real akechi came looking for akira, when he couldnât figure out why his target wasnât in position.
âare you planning to teach me a lesson~?â the bunny purrs while he bounces in his doubleâs lap. his pussy looks so cute stretched around the puppetâs cockâheâd look even better taking something bigger. he deserves something bigger.
the puppet finds a strong grip on the bunnyâs hips. cruel. possessive.
âyou want to be treated like a whore?â
the bunny nods frantically, as fast as his ass springs up and down in the puppetâs lap.
âiâll treat you like one.â
the puppet barrels into a brutal pace, hard and fast, sending the bunny into a series of broken moans. itâs wet and loudâthe puppetâs cock pistoning into the bunnyâs pussy. joker wouldnât be surprised if the other thieves can hear it.
joker fucks into his fist just as quickly.
he wouldâve taken the puppet too. if he found him wandering the halls of shidoâs ship. heâs a near exact replica of what akechi once was; the empty eyes being the only inaccuracy. joker wouldnât have looked at them anyway. he wouldâve bent him over and fucked him against the boatâs railingâagainst the nearest desk or wall, the captainâs damn helm if he had to. heâd make the puppet pay for what he did to his goro. heâd meld him to the shape of his cock, heâd make the puppet suck him off until his mouth was stained with cum.
âc-close! donât stop!â
so what if his insides are as cold as his heart? joker can warm him up.
âtake it. take itââ
the bunny shakes when he comes, his legs thrashing, his chest shuddering, his eyes rolling back with a high-pitched cry. itâs beautiful. itâs just as beautiful when the puppet finishes behind him, whimpering as his head rolls onto the bunnyâs shoulder.
joker strokes his cock at a frenzied paceâ
âoh, joker~â
freezing his movements, joker sees the bunny standing beside the puppet when he looks up. cum drips steadily down the bunnyâs thighs, but he looks perfectly polished compared to the wreck of his lookalike. they both stare right at joker.Â
âuh. hi ladies.â
âiâm so glad we could put on a show for you,â the bunny purrs. âbut i think he needs the full experience for his first time, wouldnât you say?â
the bunny reaches down, spreading the puppetâs thighs apart to show off his hole. his slacks mustâve slid off during the festivities.
for a soulless, lifeless puppet, the cognition blushes bright red.
âwhat do you say?â the bunny prods, âhelp us out?â
and, well. itâs a good thing cognitions donât need lube, because joker dives right in.
Title: where styx meets lethe
Rating: E
Fandom: Persona 5
Pairing: ShuAke, NinAke
Tags: Canonical Character Death, Rape/Noncon, Suicide (?), Clone Sex, Dream Sex, Dead Dove
Link:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/26919847