Anyways previous post aside, hi!! I'm gonna be an NSFW poster mostly for content about 3-4 particular dating sims that involve JESTERS!! (kom, the freak circus and don't eat the cashier). I may write about other interests of mine eventually. My user is jestinlust, but you, my dear readers, may call me whatever you'd like!
I will only be posting x reader content, I do not write canon x canon or oc x canon (unless it's two partners x reader, then there's obvs gonna be canon x canon between those two characters), and at the moment, my ask box is fully open for requests!
Here are some basics about me and this blog:
I use she/her pronouns, but most of my x reader content will be gender-neutral outside of genitelia, in which I will describe "female" genitalia as that's what I'm most comfortable with/experienced with writing.
As this is a blog that is VERY MUCH adult, I will occasionally be curating my followers list to check whether those interacting with my blog fills the criteria or not. DON'T FOLLOW ME UNLESS YOU ARE AN ADULT AND HAVE THAT MADE CLEAR ON YOUR TUMBLR.
There is a chance I will post art from time to time if I make it, but it will not be common in any way, and for a long time, not NSFW either.
While I do have a SFW writers blog, I will not be linking it here in any way as I do not want those blogs to be connected.
I will make a masterlist of my fics once I've posted enough for one to be necessary. The same goes for a QnA post. Answers to questions will be put under the tag #jestlyanswers.
I will not write any kind of non-con fiction. Dubious consent is okay, and CNC is allowed to be requested, but I do not feel comfortable writing anything strictly non-con.
I do not have a schedule for posts at all, and they will not be be posted in a predictable manner. I am a college student, currently swamped with big assignments and exams, which I prioritize over horny posting on an alt, sorry!!
Hope that clears some stuff up! I may update this post if I discover I've forgotten something important, or something like that. FYI this blog was created only yesterday, so things here will look dusty until I get the time to clean it up.
Have a good day, dear readers, may you find the fiction literature of your heart's desire!
I stayed up till 4am writing the last post, and won't be posting much for the next 8 days due to college assignments! Sorry to come and go so quickly, but the fanfiction I posted was just something quick I wanted to get out before turning all of my focus to college.
Please keep yourselves cozy until I make my return, thank you!
lord have mercy for what im about to write. first smut fic if you even care
gn!reader with female genitalia. MDNI
tags: teasing, love confession, biting, porn w/ feelings
wordcount: 3.3k
This whole thing had been your idea, really.
In summary, you'd stroll in for your night shift, you'd bond with Jestyn, you'd tease him a little, and then you'd leave him wanting a little more than what you gave. He could be so compliant, so submissive, that the idea that he'd do anything other than take it really wasn't fitted within your (in your opinion) already well-developed plan.
You especially, had not been expecting him to take matters into his own hands; And even more than that, you would never have been able to predict the outcome of it, not in a million years.
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Your hand slowly caresses down Jestyn's cold body, as if examining every inch of him. His corset had been discarded, and his cloak unbuttoned, leaving his front exposed to both your hands' and eyes' ravenousness. The rest of his clothes were permitted to stay on, both too much of a hassle to get out of, and you did rather enjoy the texture of the fabric he wore. You both find yourselves on your bed, with you straddling his thighs as he lays beneath you.
You watch his expression just as much as he watches yours, gauging his reaction to your slow, exploring touches. Pausing your hand's movement, you tenderly rub your thumb on his strangely human-like white skin, both feeling curious and affectionate. You wonder just how fragile it might be, if it could still be like porcelain, or if he's not brittle at all. You press a delicate kiss to his sternum.
Slowly, your hand moves down. You're so focused, you don't even notice the soft silence until he breaks it.
“Your Majesty,” Jestyn breathes, voice soft and almost pleading as you run your palm down his stomach. His cheeks are already a deep red, and you're almost grateful for the visual reminder that you're at least doing something right.
“Yes, my jester?” You say, voice taking on the tone similar to that of a real Monarch, one who's attending to their subjects rather than being intimate in the dark. Hand lowering further down, you thumb at the top of his pants, teasingly dipping your finger beneath the fabric.
“Please,” He accentuates his plea with a subtle upwards shift of his hips, gaze turned directly at you with that desperate look on his face. His upturned eyes look like they're just about ready to roll back.
Oh. You flush, lips thinning as you swear the room's temperature rises. You exhale subtly, tugging ever so slightly at the waistline of his pants. It isn't hard to notice the visible bulge straining against the red and black fabric, though you try your hardest to not grab an eye-full of it.
“Please, what?” You question, praying to whatever puppet God is up there that your voice came across as level.
“Please, can thou declothe me? Can thou touch me?” Jestyn begs. You choose to ignore that hint of sass in his tone and do as he says, since he almost asked nicely. Wrapping your soft fingers around the waistline, you start to pull his pants off, heart pounding in your chest.
You'd never really done anything like this before, to be truthful. The want brimming inside your body had overtaken most rational thoughts, and while you and Jestyn had most definitely been intimate and flirtatious before, it was never quite like this.
His cock springs free.
And what a beautiful thing it is; you can't help but be both in awe and intimidated by the thing. Of course, it's unlike anything you've ever witnessed. You weren't really sure what you were expect from the shadow-puppet-jester with an affinity for scaring you half to death. You shift slightly on his thighs, wanting to clench yours.
Without really thinking it through, you tentatively reach out a curious hand, swiping your finger across the tip. Whatever precum has leaked there is transferred to said fingertip, which you bring to your mouth, giving it a salacious lick.
“Hngh,” Jestyn's hips jerk involtunarily at not just the feeling, but the action as well. You don't think you've ever seen him so lust-hazed before. “My liege, thou will surely kill me at this rate...” He quietly says, voice a whimper.
You blink.
There's a sharp inhale through your nose, and you find yourself very much unable to provide any form of response to your very loving, and way too seductive-for-his-own-good jester. There's a noticable heat that's spread all the way down to your shoulders, and your ears burn. The pounding of your heart is not unlike that of a drum in your ears, and you find it difficult to calm it.
You're so focused on levelling your breathing that you entirely miss the sharpening of a jester's smile and brief moment his eyes turn into narrowed slits. As soon as it happens, it's over, and you get back to your duty being none the wiser.
You give him a few testing, careful pumps with your fist, now observing his face with rapt attention. You note the way his eyes ever so slightly roll back, the darkening flush of his, and most importantly, you don't fail to catch the high, needy noise that leaves his mouth.
Shit, is it just you or did he somehow kick his act up a notch? Your hand releases his dick, instead being used to grip onto his thigh for leverage as you lower your head to level with his erection.
“Nhnnn... Your Majesty,” He practically whines, jolting as you ever-so-delicately trail the tip of your tongue up his shaft. “Please, allow me to service you.”
Your face is so warm, you're sure he can see just how flustured you are by the redness of your cheeks. Fuck, how the hell are you supposed to stay focused if he's acting like this? You briefly shake your head to clear it, brows furrowing as you set your expression to one of determination.
You give a broad stroke with your tongue, and pausing just above his tip—your eyes meet his through your lowered lashes, and you give him just the ghost of a kitten lick across it. You savor his taste for a few moments, before flicking your tongue back out, swirling around the tip but never quite going down. There's a small, victorious feeling at the sight of his absolutely ruined expression.
You freeze, however, at the sound of an almost whorish moan. “Your Majesty, must thou be so cruel? Can thou...” The rest of his sentence is entirely lost on you, muffled behind the absolute arousal that just swept through you. What the hell was that? Now that just feels unfair, he can't do that, can he? Lord, how are you supposed to tease in these conditions? You lean back, opening your mouth-
When suddenly, you find yourself on your back. In the brief panic you gain from displacement, you instinctively flail your hand to gain any sort of understanding of what just happened. That hand finds itself pinned to soft sheets by a much larger, shadowy black hand whose fingertips threaten to tear any fabric gripped with them.
Your eyes stare up into mismatched ones, one eye cracked and black while the other has a sclera of the most romantic red. “Hey,” Did your voice just crack? You see his pupil shift slightly, dipping to glance at your lips before moving back to meet your gaze.
“Your Majesty should never let their guard down, after all...” Jestyn's voice trails off in suspense, and you shudder at the seeming darkness that briefly overtakes his expression. “You never know who might be ready to take advantage of it.”
Hm. If your thighs weren't clenched before, they certainly are now!
Before you can get the chance to respond, his lips capture yours, and you melt. One of his hands comes up to cradle your face gently, while the other seems quite occupied with tugging his pants off. Which it succeeds at, one-handedly. A quite impressive feat, but not one you have the time to marvel at.
No, you're too busy sinking yourself into the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, likely tasting himself on your tongue. It feels like he's everywhere at once, tongue long enough you could probably gag on it: sliding over your teeth, teasing the roof of your mouth, as if marking you from the inside with himself.
Then, as suddenly as it had came, it disappeared. He seperates himself from you, tilting his head back as he pants, actually pants above you, eyes lidded in a way that made him look so endearingly love-drunk.
“My sweet tart and cream,” He rasped, gulping in a breath. He retracts both his hands to his side, dancing his fingers down your waist as he pauses with just one pointer finger dipping beneath the waistline of your pants teasingly. Well, if this isn't familiar.
Silently, he meets your gaze, and you give a nod, granting him your utmost permission. If he wasn't gonna take your pants off first, you were going to do it yourself. With little fanfare, your pants are tugged off and thrown into some indescribable corner of the room, and you shiver as the cold hits your lower body. Your shirt gets pushed up by Jestyn's curious fingers, exposing your stomach. Before he can properly roll it over your chest, however, he lowers his head to give your body a long and slow lick, dragging his tongue from your thigh to the start of your ribcage. The saliva left behind on your skin cools it in combination with the air.
You startle at the feeling of something long and cold slapping against your belly, inciting you to glance down. You gulp, shakily turning your gaze back up to Jestyn's expecting gaze, giving him a nervous smile. His almost-constant grin curls.
“Your Majesty, please, let me fill you with upmost pleasure.” It's barely even a question, neither in tone or phrasing, but you give a shaky "okay" all the same, anticipating him as much as he was you.
His shadowed hands finds yours yet again, clutching it as he grips your waist with the other, raising your hips to meet his. The initial stretch is immense, and you hiss at the hint of pain from his size alone. Squeezing his hand tightly to ground yourself, you note the way he seems to tremble as well. You find yourself extremely grateful for his patience, allowing you to adjust as he slowly pushes in inch by inch. The hand on your waist lowers to between your bodies, finding that little nub of pleasure and rubbing gentle circles on it to help you relax.
“C'mon, my sweet,” He huffs, voice trembling. “Relax yourself for me.”
And you do, with just a little more time, Jestyn finds himself entirely swallowed up by your cunt, and you find yourself with the notable pressure that comes with being filled up so fully. You don't even remember closing your eyes, but you find yourself opening them anyway to look at your jester with a certain kind of adoration only reserved for him.
There's a very subtle shift of his brows, a type of furrow, before he lowers his head down next to yours. The tremble of his body is truly noticable now, and you raise your free hand to wrap around his back.
Slowly, he begins to move. His thrusts are languid, like every movement is coordinated to minimize pain, something that you are eternally appreciative of. His hand squeezes yours, still trembling like a leaf, as he begins to pick up pace, but still keeping that soft feeling to his pumps. You let out quiet moans, whining as he rolls his hips in a particularly pleasing manner.
You feel soft nips at the junction between your shoulder and neck, and without even thinking about it, you subtly raise your chin up to bare your neck further.
“Your Majesty, my Majesty, my liege,” He babbles against your ear, each title spoken with such reverence and adulation one could compare it to the plants speaking of the Sun. “Thank you, thank you, you are so gracious, so benevolent.”
He turns his head to press a light kiss against your cheek, something so gentle and pure acting as a stark contrast to the consistent rutting against your core. You arch your back obligingly to his movements, trying your best to push back against his thrusts.
“Jestyn,” You groan, and it's a noise so guttural, so true, that Jestyn's pace stutters, completely caught off-guard. “Please.” You say, not even quite sure what you're pleading for.
“Please what, your Majesty?” He has the audacity to say, but it seems even he isn't able to keep the tremor from his voice. His hand tightens on the side of your hips, his digits pressing into your skin with such fervour you wonder if he's holding himself back.
“Harder, please,” You moan, fingers squeezing his. “Don't hold back.”
Never let anyone tell you that Jestyn isn't able to take orders. Oh, with the wonderful friction that he immediately creates after your command, he's the furthest thing from it. Giving your clavicle a quick bite, he raises his head to look down at you, pupil quickly shifting around like he was taking in all that you are. His thrusts turn deep and hungry, hips snapping against yours hard enough you're sure you'll have marks left behind the next morning.
In between the sound of your slapping skin with each drive inside your pussy, there is the whimsical, joyous sound of a bell jingling.
And it's here, in this moment, that you realize just how beautiful he is. His darkened blush, the way the dim light hits his face just right, not hiding the cracks in his face, but rather emphasising them—promising stories he'd never tell. The gold of his crown almost shines like the warm sun, his eyes have never been more enchanting than they are right now, and instead of his mouth being menacing, it feels like a part of your life that'd ensure you'd never feel any fear again.
“Jestyn,” You repeat blearily, barely missing the click of his tongue in response. There's a significant coiling tension in your lower back.
“I love you,” You blurt, the words tumbling out between each lungful of air thrusted out of you. “I'm yours, I can't- ah, can't imagine a life, ngh! without you.”
If you thought he was going hard before, he was almost driving himself inside your skin with how frenzied his thrusts were now.
He jackhammers against you, hand leaving yours to use both of his to tightly grip your waist, manhandling you against him. You let out a strangled noise as he somehow manages to fill you even deeper at this angle, digging your fingers into his back as a quick resort in grounding yourself.
“You're mine? Yeah?” He grunts, not even minding your lack of affirmation as he practically pummels you into the bed. His eye is wide with desire, going through multiple full-body trembles as he slides in and out of your heat in an unrelenting tempo.
You let out a sharp, pleasured cry as he hits that peculiar spongy part inside of you, nails clawing at his back. “F-Fuck-! Right there, Jest- Yesss...” You're practically dissolving into a puddle with this change of pace, drooling on the pillow beneath you as he fucks you past coherence.
Quickly, so much quicker than before, you can feel your orgasm approaching, lighting itself like electricity in your abdomen. You don't even need to let Jestyn know, with the way your walls flutter around his cock, he's well aware. His teeth grit as hips stutter, struggling to both keep up the pace and to let you finish first.
Once again, he slumps his head beside you, panting almost directly into your ear. “My liege, please, let go for me.” He gasps, pounding against your g-spot repeatedly, trying his best to encourage you to cum.
And with the way he asks, and his ministrations, there's no way you wouldn't. You come undone with a sound not unlike that of a heated howl, your muscles tensing and body convulsing as you see stars. Shortly after, Jestyn lets out a whine at how tightly your walls clamp down around him, causing his thrusts to immediately stutter as he empties himself inside of you, filling you in a way unlike ever before. As he does, you feel his jaws clamp onto your clavicle, biting down hard, like that was his only way to stay tethered to the current plane. Your eyes clench shut and you grit your teeth, pleasure mixing with pain in an unintelligeble way.
As your climax comes to an end and you twitch in the aftershocks, he gingerly slides out of you, apologizing as you hiss in response to the sudden loss of him; you wish you could've stayed laying there, softly kissing his cheek as he curls around your body like a particularly expressive blanket. You feel trepid, but broad laves at the bite wound on your clavicle, lapping up the small droplets of blood already making their appearance from the marks.
“I'll be right back, my Majesty.” You hear, before feeling that weird feeling of his presence just being.. Gone. You don't think you'll ever get used to his teleportation abilities. As you lay there in your silence, you can't even bother to open your eyes, opting to rest instead. You've well and truly, slumped.
Wow.
“I'm back,” You don't even have the energy to startle at his re-appearance outside of a faint disgruntled huff. Jestyn, at the very least, seems to have taken pity on your prone form and, with a warning beforehand, starts to clean both him and yourself up. You really don't deserve a jester as nice and sweet as him. You'd let him know that if you weren't in such a need of a good nap right now.
There's a dip in the bed beside you, the rustle of sheets, and even without looking, you can just tell he's there, staring at your (probably sweaty) face and fully turned towards you. Slowly, a cold hand begins to slide from your hand and down your arm, not unlike what he did to you the first day you met.
His petting motions then come to a stop, and you almost wonder if he's somehow fallen asleep before his voice breaks the tranquil quiet.
“You meant it, right, your Majesty?”
You let out an inquisitive grunt, taking a couple seconds to wonder about what he was referring to, before your face warms when remembering your frankly lust-drunk confession. Your mouth opens, hesitating on what to say, before you decide it'd be best to bite the bullet rather than try to dodge it. You creak open an eye, peeking at his expression. “Of course I did.”
There's the sound of rustling fabric as you shift in your sheets, laying on your shoulder to face him. You continue, “I love you Jestyn, I love you for all you are. From your, at-times annoying, pranks, to the way you hold me like I'm the one made of porcelain. I could never do anything other than cherish you, not the way a Monarch cherishes their subjects, but the way a heart can't beat without blood.”
You pause for a moment to breathe, words leaving you in spills and jumbles. “I can't imagine a life on my quiet throne without your presence being there to fill the silence.”
...
A moment of silence passes between you. Something quite unusual when in your jester's presence. You watch his lone iris constrict, before expanding in what you hope is delight. As you look closer, you swear you can see a red, heart-shaped pupil—but before it could truly catch your attention, you're suddenly pulled against Jestyn's cold chest, his arms tightly held around you.
“...Can thou grace me with those three peculiar little words again, your Majesty?”
You smile.
“I love you, Jestyn.”
hope the court finds this to their pleasing.... also i wrote this in one sitting because i have college assignments to work on tomorrow :p
character belongs to @thepipiuw ! please check out her stuff, it's gen so cool
reader crying because of their royal duties being overwhelming, in which jestyn tries to comfort you because he doesn't want you to get hurt, but also he loves those tears on your face... pls keep crying for him.... maybe he'll make you cry tears of pleasure instead......🤤🤤
yes im horny posting as my first post i am YEARNING!!
if someone asks me nicely i might write smth of this.... (or maybe dont ask me nicely, i'll do it anyway hehehe)
