#Shadow!Tatsuya x Joker!Jun

[narrators-journal]

I have a little request! Joker masturbating with a dildo while thinking about Tatsuya, but then Shadow Tatsuya steps in to help him out with it~ (I adore how your write tatsujun 🥹)

It was barely, but we made it boys! I finished up the final ask! Even if that bitch (Shadow Tatsuya) is kinda an ass portrayal, the smut’s fuckin’ done! And yes, I DID sort of speedrun this thing because I didn’t want to write for one and make the second asker wait a fuckin’ month (even tho I’m pretty sure there’ll be at least one tatsujun kinktober ask to hold him over tbh. At least I hope lol). I hope you enjoy it! I tried my best, even if I do need to work more on Shadow Tatsuya’s personality.

CW: Sex toys, rough sex, lil hints of sadism, implied branding/marking/burning, masochism, I think that’s it.

As the leader of a devoted cult, The Joker detested his demonic attributes. But, the small horns that began to grow from his head were at least easy enough to hide beneath his ornate mask, the real pain in the ass was the flower-tipped tail that seemed to have a life of its own, and was, as a result, far harder to comfortably hide like he did his horns.

It was like his connection to Tatsuya Suou, in that way. Something that The Joker wished to be rid of, but also something he couldn’t deny and hide away like the other unholy parts of himself. A reminder that, while he may be worshipped and followed like a deity, Joker was still a man at his core. He was still Jun Kurosu, to some extent. And, that extent, while not very far, was always evident within him. From the way that Tatsuya’s shadow disgusted him, to the carnal desires that crept up whenever the demon was alone. The old desires for the tall, tan brunette to have his hands on him that Joker’d tried to keep buried for months.

Yet, no matter how hard The Joker tried to shove his old feelings for the cursed star, they always seemed to rear their ugly heads as soon as the ornate mask left his head. As soon as the ravenette’s shaggy hair fell in front of one of his bright, hypnotic blue eyes, his mind began to wander back to those lascivious, sinful thoughts.

Thoughts of Tatsuya in his large, curtain-enclosed bed to await him, the pyrokenetic brunette there to pin the demon against the smooth stones of the wall to ravish him, of the tall man picking him up to slam him down on his cock, swirled in his mind so vividly, the cursed star might as well have been a poltergeist for The Joker. A poltergeist that earned a growl from the demon as he snatched up the large dog bed Sudou often slept in to throw out into the hallway. Then, went over to the hand-carved nightstand to pull open the lower drawer and fish out a dildo and accompanying bottle of lube. Another, more shameful growl let out as the demon plopped heavily onto the cloud-soft bed to look at the toy he relied on so much.

It wasn’t anything special. It was cheap, too pale in skin tone to match the cursed star, and two inches too long. But, somehow not quite girthy enough to match the man, either. Really, it was a poor excuse for a stand in, but it was the only thing Joker could manage to smuggle past Sudou and his father.

So, despite how dissapointed it left him, The Joker stripped off his fancy, white-and-black clothes and applied a bit of lube to the toy. Let’s just get this over with… His primary thought as he used his tail to line the toy up and push it in. The use of the sinful appendage only added to the immersiveness, even if it didn’t help a whole lot. Slow to thrust it in and out as the fantasies began to seep back into his mind to fuel the embers of desire in his belly.

Only for the fact that he forgot to lock his bedroom’s doors to slam his thoughts to an abrupt stop before Joker could even begin to succumb to his lust. “Hey, Ju- Oh.” Of course it had to be Shadow Tatsuya.

Aka, The Joker’s least favorite shadow. The one that reminded Joker of the cursed star in all of the wrong, and right ways. The only one that brought a hellish burst of embarrassment to Joker’s skin as he scrambled to pull out the toy and hide himself, and the dildo, behind his comforter. “GET THE HELL OUT!” He snarled to the doppleganger, the flower on his tail closed tightly as the appendage squeezed the base of the toy he hid behind himself. “Why?! Were you hoping for Sudou?” The shadow asked with a smug grin while he shut the door behind himself. The disgusted look on the demon’s face enough of an answer for him. So, he simply locked the door this time and watched how Joker sat awkwardly at the edge of his bed, clearly too ashamed to speak, unable to deny the implication thrown at him. So, the shadow chuckled when he finally approached where the demon almost cowered on the bed. His body only hidden from view by the comforter that he held up protectively. “What’s wrong, Master Joker? I only came to see if you were okay. And,” He hummed, the sudden shift to a too-innocent facade a slap to the face that only worsened the embarrassment for the demonic cult leader.

Which, made the ravenette hate the shadow more, in a petty way. Because, Tatsuya wouldn’t be so passive aggressive to The Joker. He may be angry at him, but he’d never call him by his proper title with such venom and cold humor.

But, at the same time, Joker couldn’t help but feel his heart thump in his chest with excitement when the doppleganger continued not with words, but instead pulled his shirt off and followed it with his pants. The thrum of the demon’s blood strengthened more when the brunette crawled onto the bed to be face to face with the demon. “I came to offer something a bit better than a cheap toy.” He finally finished, a small smile on his lips that brought more lewd heat to the demon’s pale cheeks. A warm color that Shadow Tatsuya took as the invitation that it was, as if he could read the lewd intention behind it. And, while he was right, the way he knew he could get away with pressing his lips to Joker’s, with the playful swipe of his warm tongue over the demon’s bottom lip in some empty request for permission before the muscle pushed into the cult leader’s mouth. It was annoying.

Despite that, though, Joker let the shadow kiss him until his back was against the mattress. And, even when Shadow Tatsuya broke the kiss to move his lips down to kiss a hot trail down the demon’s throat and follow the vein that thrummed with his shameful eagerness to latch onto his sweet spot and pull out a soft whimper of need. Yet, even when the doppleganger finally pulled away from the fresh bruise on the demon’s throat to roll him onto his belly and lift his hips, Joker didn’t push him away.

His tail, his ever traitorous tail, let go of the dildo to instead wrap itself around Shadow Tatsuya’s waist. Which, allowed the demon to feel the brunette give a low chuckle while Joker pulled a pillow to himself to hide his face in the feather-stuffed object, which made Shadow Tatsuya lean down onto one of his arms to almost purr into the ravenette’s ear, “Y’know, you’re far cuter when you’re like this. All quiet, submissive, and sinful.” Which, finally drew words out of the ravenette, “I’m not sinful.” Spat out at the shadow in a brief moment of anger that was quickly squashed back down when Shadow Tatsuya squeezed his hip with the hand he’d kept there and nipped at his neck to get a gasp out of Joker. “You could’ve fooled me, sir.” He teased, before a kiss replaced his teeth, and he stifled further argument by pushing his cock into him.

An abrupt, selfish act that earned a louder moan from Joker and made him grip his sheets against the way Shadow Tatsuya’s cock filled and stretched him so wonderfully. All annoyance and bitterness burned away by the initial flames of lust lit by the friction and warmth of Shadow Tatsuya’s thick cock. Flames that were quick to turn hellish, because the shadow only gave the demon a brief moment to adjust to the difference between the shadow’s dick, and the soft silicone toy before the brunette began to slam into him at a brutal, thorough pace.

And, while the silk sheets of Joker’s bed were just thick enough to spare his palms the bite of his claws when he squeezed the fabric, they were far too delicate to stand up to the shadow’s angry, animalistic thrusts. The same way his feather pillows were just thick enough to threaten to suffocate the demon, but not thick enough to muffle the moans each brush of Shadow Tatsuya’s member against his prostate drew out of him. “Any better than that cheap toy? Junbug?” He asked, his breath hot against the shell of the demon’s ear, his voice little more than a feral, hateful growl as he used the old nickname the original Tatsuya had given the demon long before he’d awoken to his purpose. Just to add extra salt to the question.

Which, made Joker grit his teeth a bit. Especially since, in any normal situation, such a venomous backhand would’ve gotten the shadow torn apart by Joker’s mangled persona. But, with how his thrusts rippled through the demon’s body like a euphoric earthquake, Joker couldn’t find the footing to even dig his claws into the arm the shadow leaned on, let alone properly punish him. Though, how could he? Joker had already shown how needy he was. There was no use in an attempt to hide and deny it at that point. So, all he could do was bury his too-hot face in his pillow and refuse to answer the doppleganger.

Yet, Shadow Tatsuya didn’t need a verbal reply, he could tell how much the demonic cult leader enjoyed the heat of his body over him, the brush of his tan skin against his back, and the grip he had on his hip to keep him in place. Joker’s pillow did little to muffle him, after all, and even if it did, the way the demon’s tail was still tightly wrapped around the Shadow’s waist was a shamefully clear tell. So, despite Joker’s silence, the shadow knew the answer, and seemed to relish in it. Even if that didn’t exactly translate into his pace. Instead, the demon’s enjoyment of how the shadow’s thick cock pumping in and out of his ass only seemed to encourage the shadow to be rougher with him.

“Ah! Tat-” But, the words died with shame on The Joker’s tongue despite how the shadow’s palms suddenly branded themselves onto his hips. “Hah! Why’d you stop yourself, junbug? You can say myname, you know. It is mine, after all.” The doppleganger mocked with a laugh, the static-y growl of his words simultaneously disgusting, and incredibly hot. One side of Joker instantly breathless at the thought of the cursed star’s eventual fall to the shadow. Replaced by a far better, sinless version of himself that Joker could have in place of the soft silicone toy that barely sated him for a night.

But, there was also a deeper, darker part of the demon was put off at the thought. Almost turned off entirely by the reminder that the brunette that humped him into his silken sheets wasn’t the real Tatsuya Suou, and the reminder of how quick he was to taunt and heckle the demon.

Almost.

Because, like how the pain of the shadow’s heated touch mixed with the unyeilding pleasure of his unrelenting thrusts to tie the demon’s belly in knots, the two aspects at war in Joker’s mind only seemed to increase the bliss. Each thrust rippled through the ravenette’s body like a ravenous forest fire deadset on unravelling every possible coherent thought the demon had.

Which, wasn’t hard to do. Even with the pain caused by Shadow Tatsuya’s hands on his hips, the way his deep, animalistic yet rhythmic thrusts targeted The Joker’s prostate kept the pleasure in his blood so high, that all he could do was mewl and moan into his pillow with tears in his bright blue eyes. Until, finally, the knots in his belly snapped.

And, after that point, Joker couldn’t recall much. He could recall the way Shadow Tatsuya bit into his shoulder and let his thrusts turn sloppy, and he could vaguely register the flood of magma that seemed to fill his belly soon after his own cum had covered the sheets. But, if Tatsuya’s doppleganger had said anything as he came, or after, Joker couldn’t hear it over the euphoria that pulsed through his boneless body even after his orgasm.

But, once those warm pulses and twitches faded, the shameful need for release taken with them, The Joker was quick to recompose himself and push himself out of his pillows. “Get the hell out, now.” He ordered, the layered effect back in his words, and his shamed disgust for the cheap copy evident in the curl of his lip. “yeah, yeah. I’m going.” Shadow Tatsuya snapped back, already halfway to his feet as the ravenette watched him. And, while he took his sweet time to get dressed again, he kept his mouth shut as he did. At least, until he was halfway out of the double doors and could throw back to the demon, “Oh! But don’t be tooashamed to come get me next time you’re horny, Master Joker. I’m here to help.~” before the door shut, and the pillow Joker threw landed harmlessly against the wood.

[narrators-journal]

King Leo Tatsuya suou x Joker (jun) pleaseeeee!!!

So! I tried my best to make this good, and I hope I succeeded! It ws fun to think of while writing it, sort of an AU idea! Sorry if it didn’t come across super clear tho, I didn’t want this to be super long lol.

“Leo~” Sang the screech-y jester who sat on the edge of his curtained bed. His icy blue eyes aglow in the candle lit darkness of his bedchambers. “Why won’t you even sit with me, King Leo? Are you still sore about the…hiring process.” He asked. The smugness in his layered voice like a needle to the tall brunette who stood by the bedchamber door. Yet, the tall man continued to avoid a single glance to the demon.

“Or is it my voice? Would you prefer I use the one you’re more...familiar with?” Joker asked. And, with each word, the screech and feminine edge of his voice ebbed. In it’s wake, a voice so light, airy, and familiar that it tied a knot in Tatsuya Suou’s stomach remained. Even before the demonic man could wrap his arms around his waist from behind.

But, no matter how warm Jun’s voice made him, Tatsuya refused to look back at him. He kept his brown eyes focused on the wall of the bedchamber. His warm eyes only focused on the shadows that danced across the rough brick. That way, the weight of his fur-lined coat would melt away, and the metal collar Joker had locked onto his throat would fall off. Then, it would be as if his hair-brained deal to take Sudou’s title had never happened.

Though, of course, he could tell by the way the demon pressed his chest to him, and coiled his tail around his thigh, that the shorter male didn’t like that plan. “King Leo. Tatsuya Suou. Give me attention or I will gut your precious friends while you fucking watch.” So, with a sigh, he finally spoke. “What do you want, Master Joker.” “I've told you, I want your attention.” The demon said with a dark affection. His thin tail squeezing the flesh of the tall man’s thigh as if for punctuation. “But didn’t you say you hate me for what I did in the past? Why are you this desperate for my attention now?” Tatsuya asked for the millionth time, only to get the same annoyed growl he always got. “How many times do I have to say it? You’ve sinned, and I am going to take my sweet time punishing you for it. Because not even the devil can torment you like I can.” Joker reminded, his clawed hand suddenly tangled in Tatsuya’s hair to yank his head back for the demon to growl. “And the first step to that is breaking your disgusting confidence. Making you my mewling, pathetic slave so you’ll be helpless to stop me in the future steps.” “I’m already pretty helpless, Jun. You’ve got me in a collar and under your thumb, remember?” The brunette said through grit teeth. “If you were under my thumb, you’d look at me, Suou.” Joker snarled in his ear, before he used his hold on the brunette’s hair to drag the tall man over to his bed. “You can’t lie to me again and think I’ll buy it. I may look like that pathetic brat you knew as a kid, but I’ve evolved beyond that.” He told Tatsuya with barred fangs. And, as he spoke, he threw Tatsuya onto the mattress as if he were nothing but a fresh, laundered pillow. Unbothered when he scrambled to sit up and glare at him. “Well if you're annoyed by that fact, why don't you do more to ‘break’ me? You’re fucking around and we both know it.” He shot back as the demon’s snake-like tail lashed from side to side behind him while his icy eyes burned into him.

Those cold eyes glowed like a royal fire, yet Joker’s skin remained pale under the candle light. That uneven source of light only strong enough to turn the demon’s horned silhouette into a nightmarish visage. But, to Tatsuya, all he could see was Jun kurosu.

Which, without his mask, was who Master Joker was. Jun Kurosu, an angry, grieving childhood friend of Tatsuya’s. Not a demon, nor a god. Only vengeful and lonely, even as he bore razor sharp fangs at the tall brunette on the curtained bed.

The brunette could see it in the eye that his shaggy black hair nor mask covered. So, it was all too easy for him to put his hands up to the demon’s demands. “Fine. I’ll give you attention. No need to go throwing a hissy fit.” He said plainly, able to see the annoyance in the Joker’s eye at the way he caved so fast. Both aware that it wasn’t a true submission, only a placation to the night’s demands. When morning came, the new king leo would be back to the cold, resistant self.

But, for the time being, Jun simply crawled onto the bed and laid his head in Tatsuya’s warm lap to curl up like a cat. His tail relaxed in an instant, his aggression gone in favor of being pet and cuddled. Per usual.