#jester kink

[armoured-strap]

jester sucking my cock and their stupid fucking hat jingling as they bob their head

[confirmed-and-contorted]

*jingles your jester, violently, to the tune of ‘jingle bells’.*

[faefemfair]

what if i was a jester and you were a knight, and you snuck into my chambers to hatefuck over what I said about your liege

[the-forcemascinator]

"pent up knight" this, "pent up prince(ss)" that, pent up jester. jester who's smile becomes more sharp and pointed as the day drags on. jester who's jokes take on a edge. jester who makes ties their ropes tighter than normal because "they can take it". jester that keeps teasing and tempting and can't decide whether they wanna be fucked until they cry or if they want to mark and ravage and devour some poor soul in the castle in an attempt to sate their appetite

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Smug jester watching the princes favorite knight from his seat on top of the royals lap. He can just feel the jealousy coming off the knight.

Keeping his eyes on the knight he leaned in whispering a joke into the princes ear. He laughs and pats the jesters lap making him jiggle a little from the movement. The most loyal knight looks like he's about to kill at any moment. It just spurs the jester on further. He puts his hand on the princes chest rubbing the skin peaking out from his low cut shirt.

The knight can't walk away. He must stand and watch unable to do anything. At least his cod piece hid the fact he was rock hard.

The moment he was relieved of his post the knight disappeared to his chambers to relieve himself. He jumps when he walks inside only to find the jester laying on his bed legs wide open and back arching.

It's the last straw, the poor knight can't hold back any more. He takes off the bare minimum of his armor to be able to fuck the jester. It's messy and loud. Skin slaps agaisnt metal, the bed scraps the floor moving with each bounce

The jester clung to the knights armor cladded thighs as the man bounced on his cock. His bells jingling each time the knight dropped down on his hips. Grabbing the collar of his chest plate the jester pulled him down placing a kiss on the knights helmet.

"Jealous aren't you brave knight~" the jester teased thinking the knight looked so cute riding his cock so desperately.

Once the knight tires himself out he allows the jester to take off his armor and cuddle with him until morning.

[myswordsbigger]

My armour is painted in the colours of this glorious nation, NOT to match the jester's new costume. The bells on my cloak are for the festival, they are decorative! Did you forget about the festival? No... the jester did not very kindly gift them to me from their old cap...

[i-m-kitkat]

I strum the last note of my song, the bells adorning my sleeves tinkling along with my movements. As I look up from my dramatic pose, body folded almost in half in an exaggerated bow, the prince claps, the smallest smile pulling at his pink lips. My heart leaps in my chest like this every time he laughs at the jokes I make for him, every time he enjoys a performance -- the burst of excitement flutters through my veins.

There is only one knight in the room. He is stationed next to the throne, standing so perfectly still id almost think him a statue if he wasnt staring so hard at me I feel like I'm about to combust. His eyes are barely visible through his helmet, and yet the intensity of it has eaten at me throughout my entire performance, made me messier than normal. Its sharp, hot, and gives me a feeling like no other.

Part of me relaxes when his gaze shifts from me to the prince next to him. The prince that is beckoning me closer, asking me more about the song and how I'd written it, but I can barely comprehend the questions when he looks at me almost the same way that knight was. It steals my breath.

I feel a heat grow in my stomach. I ignore it.

My prince, so enthusiastic, and the knight standing unflinching next to him... I can't help but feel my face warm. Thoughts invade my subconscious before I can stop them -- heated breaths, both smooth touches and rougher ones, groans of two different voices intertwined with my own -- its overwhelming. My prince says something else to me.

I force myself to give him a reply. I didn't comprehend a word he said, and so I apologized, and asked him if he could repeat himself. My fingers tremble where they hold the neck of my lute. The frilly neck of my collar feels too warm, too tight. The bells tinkle again, a symphony of light sound that brings me back to myself.

Your question, now one that I can comprehend, is one i almost dont know how to respond to. I can feel your eyes on me, now joining those of your knight, and the feeling leaves me trying not to let those thoughts spill out of my mouth in rhyme.

It gets worse when you touch my free hand, holding it between two of your own.

"You're my good little jester, are you not?"

I cannot deny you.

[boylurer]

Hear me out, punishing jesters who went too far with their jokes... Maybe they get too personal, too low, just to impress someone in my court at my expense.. something no one should get away with and live.

Forcing the jester to perform one last time in front of my court like nothing happened, watching them struggle to keep the cheerful expression up and hide how their hands are shaking... Their makeup running down their face when they finally fall to their knees and break down sobbing, offering anything I could possibly take.

The momentary relief when I only order them to surrender their body to my pleasure, to let me satisfy myself in any way I see fit, in front of the entire court. It is humiliating, but so is begging for a lighter punishment, so the least I can do is use every hole mercilessly, knowing they have to try and bite back their screams.. until they can't anymore. Being watched by my advisors and knights, their approving nods and moans only fuel my desire more, making me tighten my grip on the jester's throat as I fill them up, their unworthy body leaking with my royal seed. Letting them catch their breath, before whispering that I in fact wasn't convinced, and their execution is tomorrow <3