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topguncortez · 3 months

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[ DISCUSSION ] for our muses to talk about kinks and figure out their boundaries together with Jake and Shy! Wife, please, they are my favorites

Let's Talk About Sex - Jake Seresin x Shy!Wifey HC

warnings: sex, daddy kink, small lactation kink, size kink, virginity, brief mentions of threesomes, voyuerism, watching porn, mentions of sexuality, mutual masturbation, sex in public places, mentions of body hair, quickies, cum kink

note: I know you probably wanted a fic out of this, but the best I could give ya was a headcannon without it being 97000 pages long. I hope you enjoy!:) also I would love to dive more into Shy!Wifey's sexuality and how she navigates it with Jake. So don't be afraid to ask about that!

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Jake hated the saying "it's always the quiet ones," but in his experience. . . it usually was the quiet ones

When Y/N had met Jake, yes, she was a virgin. It wasn't that she was holding out for her wedding night to swipe her v-card. Sure, she was religious but she wasn't religious in the sense of "Sex before marriage is a sin."

For her, she just never felt comfortable going there or even thinking about going there with the guys she dated before Jake. Actually, for a while, she thought there was something wrong with her. She never got those warm feelings or that "rush of heat" to her core like the books said. Until she met Jake.

It still took Y/N some time to get totally comfortable with Jake. Their wedding night wasn't one straight from the romcoms and fairytales. It was a night of going slow, figuring out what she liked and what felt right. Y/N tried to fight through the pain she was in cause she wanted Jake to have a good time, but he could see her wincing. The night eventually came to a standstill with Jake refusing to go on because Y/N was near tears from the pain.

It also didn't help that Y/N was so in her head about how she looked. Should she have worn something sexier for him? Was her double chin showing? Should she have shaved or gotten waxed? Did Jake mind body hair or was this repulsing him?

The next morning, Jake sat her down and asked her "What do you like in bed?" All Y/N could do was shrug, meekly telling him "I don't know."

So, Jake suggested watching porn. He found a couple of amateur videos that he thought Y/N would like, and they watched them together. Y/N looked at them as though they were sex education videos while Jake was fighting off a stiffy the whole time.

"This? Gets your rocks off?" Y/N asked, looking at him. Jake couldn't help the boyish grin on his face, "Well. . . yeah. What about you? What do you like?" She took his phone from him, searching through the porn site until she found a video she liked. Jake was surprised to see it was two females, half naked and covered in oil.

Their second attempt at having sex together went better than the first. They had been doing some stuff together, mutual masturbation, oral sex, dirty text messages throughout the day, even the simple act of laying next to each other naked, getting comfortable with one another, all seemed to help. Their second attempt went much better than the first.

Ever so slowly, they started experimenting more and more. It started with doing more positions in bed, Y/N wanting to be on top to watch Jake's face as he came. Or her asking him to pull her hair. Or flipping herself over onto her stomach.

The first time "Daddy" slipped out of her lips, they both paused, both equally frightened and turned on. Jake felt his heart in his chest as he was trying to figure out what to do, but it was as if Y/N could read his mind, "Do that again, daddy, please." And who was Jake to deny her???

As if Jake couldn't get anymore possessive over Y/N. It was bad enough that she had his wedding ring on her finger, his last name as her own and the tattoo of his callsign on her ass. . . Jake also had to make sure she was stuffed full of him. He didn't know he could love the sight of her swollen cunt, dripping with cum.

"You like watching it, don't you?" Y/N asked, breathlessly as Jake's green eyes were looking between her legs. He smirked, leaning down and licking her, "Of course I do. . . Cause one of these days. . . I'm gonna get you so full of me, it'll knock you up."

Then, enter Baby Seresin number one, and their sex life totally changes. Not only does Jake develop a breeding kink seeing his wife grow and swell with his child, but his sex drive and Y/N's sex drive is through the roof. Quickies, anywhere and everywhere.

"Do you know how much trouble well get in if Penny finds us?" Y/N pants against his lips one night at the hard deck, "She'll forgive us once we tell her she is an honorary grandmother," Jake tugs down the top of her sundress, her swollen breasts popping out, "Fuck. . . look at you. Getting all ready to have my child. To be able to feed them. . . I love you like this," Y/N quickly slaps her hand over her mouth as Jake's tongue swirls her nipple before pulling it into his mouth.

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thatlovinfeelin · 8 months

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The Grudge | Jake Hangman Seresin |

Based off of The Grudge by Olivia Rodrigo. Mentions of divorce and cheating.

Jake wasn’t always Hangman to you, there was once a time when he was something sweeter. Someone better. You loved that someone better. That’s the man you married, the man you wanted to have a family with. But then he changed, so slowly at first you didn’t even notice, then suddenly it seemed like overnight he was someone new. He wasn’t the sweet man you married in your early twenties.

At first it was just missed dates, and voicemails left for him, begging him to call you back. At first it was simple, things you could overlook. He was busy at work, he got hung up, someone asked him to fly a little longer. Surely.

“Jake? It’s me again…Where are you? I’ve been waiting for over an hour, everyone is just looking at me with pity because they know I’ve been stood up. I’m the only one alone at a table for two…just…call me back? Please? Let me know you’re okay.”

That was the third voicemail you left for him. You’d had a bottle of wine all by yourself while you waited. And when the sweet waiter came back even he had to put in his two cents.

“I don’t think he’s coming ma’am,” He said softly.

You had to choke back the tears as you nodded, it was your anniversary, you’d been planning this date for weeks. You had been so fucking excited to spend one night with him, all dressed up.

“I’ll just take the check, thank you.” Your voice wavered.

“It’s on the house,” The waiter waved you off, “I hope your night gets better.”

You left him a very generous tip before making your way outside. Your heels were digging into your feet and the shapewear you had on was making it difficult to breathe. Or maybe it was the knowledge that Jake left you waiting, and didn��t even call or text you to tell you he wasn’t coming.

You tried to be tough. But all you wanted to do was scream and cry.

Part of you wanted to pack a bag and go stay with your mom for a little while. But the other part, the much bigger part, just wanted to be held by your husband. So you went home and changed out of your nice dress and took off all of your makeup and waited.

He didn’t come home that night.

You found out the following day that he’d gotten drunk at the Hard Deck and crashed with Coyote. No call from him, no text. Nothing from Coyote to let you know your husband was okay.

You were met with flowers and an apology when you got home from work.

“Baby I’m sorry.”

“You let me wait there like an idiot for more than an hour, Jake.”

“It was only meant to be one drink, I don’t know what happened!” He swore.

“One drink?” You questioned, eyebrows raised, “You couldn’t even call me! I didn’t know if you were okay or not!”

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” He sounded like he was begging as he reached for you, “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

He held you tightly against him, so tight it almost hurt. Eventually you hugged him back, just as tightly, because you couldn’t imagine a world where you didn’t have Jake Seresin in your life. You needed him like you needed air. He was your everything. Until the day he decided he wasn’t.

Again, the changes were so small you almost didn’t notice them. He was coming home later and later. Spending more and more time outside of the house. You just assumed he was busy with work. You weren’t having sex like you used to, but he was just so tired all of the time. He didn’t buy you flowers, he was just busy.

You always had some sort of excuse. There was always some sort of reason. He always came home with a smile and an apology so you let it go. You always let it go.

Until one day, in late May, when he didn’t come home for several nights. But then the phone call came.

“Phoenix! Have you heard from Jake? I’m starting to get a little worried.”

“He’s with another woman,” The female pilot stated bluntly, “I’m not going to lie for him anymore. He’s with another woman and he’s been with her for months now.”

You shouldn’t have been surprised, but you felt her words like a shot to the gut. So much so to the point where you stumbled backwards.

“He what?” You questioned, clutching your phone so hard your knuckles were white.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I really am.”

Then she was gone, leaving you in a heap on your floor. The tears didn’t stop. For days the tears kept coming. When Jake finally returned home, you tried to act like nothing was wrong. Either you were so good at the act, or he didn’t care because he never questioned a thing.

Until one day in May when he called you from Lemore, where he’d been sent for a couple of weeks on a detachment.

“Jake, hi,” You breathed out, relieved to be hearing from him.

“Y/N, we need to talk, do you have time?”

“Yeah, I’m sitting down for dinner,” You reply, setting down your glass of wine, “What’s wrong?”

He sighed deeply, you wondered where he was. How the detachment was going? But now didn’t seem to be the time to ask, not when he sounded so serious.

“This isn’t working,” He stated.

“Well you’ll be home soon,” You answered as if it was the only thing that mattered.

Because despite it all, you loved Jake more than your own life. You would do anything for him, you’d walk through fire for him if he asked. He might not, but you still clung to the vows you made when you got married. You clung to every promise you ever made to him, because you loved him.

“No, not the distance,” He sighed again, “This marriage. I want out.”

You made some sort of noise, sounding much like a wounded animal. You hadn’t expected that he would want to end it. Even after all of the fights, and angry words both of you said. There were cuts, deep ones, caused by both of you.

“No, you don’t mean that,” You stammered, “You’re just tired.”

“Damnit, get your fucking head out of the clouds, Y/N. I’m done. I have been for a while and I kept thinking you might wake the fuck up. But you haven’t.”

“Don’t say that, Jake.”

“What do you want me to say? Huh? I still love you? Because I don’t think I have for a long time now. I’m not going to stay in a marriage with someone I’ve fallen out of love with. I won’t fuckin do it.”

You were crying now, “Don’t do this. Just come home? We can work it out. Just please,” You begged.

“I’ll stay with a friend while you pack up.”

He didn’t give you an option. He decided everything for you. Your marriage was over, just like that. There was no more fighting, no more trying. You could feel it in your bones, such a deep ache you weren’t sure if it would ever go away. He kept speaking but you didn’t hear him. All you could hear was a dull roar in your ears.

You went to your mom’s two days later. When it came time to finalize the divorce months later, you were still holding out hope that he might change his mind. You held out hope that he would come back to you and everything would be just the way it was before.

Even as you signed your name and watched as Jake signed his, you kept hoping you would wake up and it would all be some sort of bad dream.

“This is for the best,” He told you so softly it made the ache come back, “You’ll forgive me for this one day. Once you realize just how bad we were together.”

“It takes strength to forgive,” You stated hollowly, “I don’t feel strong anymore.”

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honey-dew-woo · 2 years

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Game of Darts

"helluuu!

love your fics to the moon and back just fyi :)))))

just wanted to request a piece with jake seresin, my beloved. where reader is his wife/girlfriend and of a higher rank than him. the whole gang is at hard deck and she comes in and everybody's immediately fawning over her cause she's a hotshot and jake's just enjoying tf out of it cause nobody really knows that it's you he's actually in a relationship with.

then he just goes over and flirts all cheesily or just kisses her idkk you take the reins :[] " -@unstablecaffeinatedmind

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Oh my god I am on a jake seresin high rn tbh like i originally was like screw him, Rooster girl all the way but now I'm like :>, anyways, enjoy!

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"Oh please Jake, as if any woman could even stand to be near you." Phoenix teased Hangman, as she looked up from where she hovered along the pool table, meeting the cocky blond's eyes. She took the shot with her cue stick, sinking a blue ball into it's pocket. "Let alone want to marry you." Natasha emphasized, as Jake huffed, his smirk not faltering.

"Don't hate just 'cause you're jealous, Phoenix." The smiled, taking a sip of his beer as he watched the pool game between Phoenix and Coyote play out. He held up his left hand, a small silver band adorning his ring finger. He waved his hands, still giddy as Phoenix could only huff and roll her eyes before returning her focus to the game.

That focus was soon interrupted, however, as Fanboy yelled out. "Captain L/N! You owe me a round of darts!" He spoke to his instructor.

"Is that so?" I asked, walking over from where I was previously observing the Lieutenants. Being the WSO instructor I knew the pilots well, but I knew their back-seaters maybe more than some of them did.

I noticed Jake's eyes glance towards me, as I stood next to the blond, him sitting in a stool as I stared at Fanboy who was across the pool table with Bob. "Bob, you want in?" I smirked, not breaking my eye-contact with Fanboy.

The poor man looked spooked as he was called out, but a smile soon take place on his face as he responded. "Sure, Captain." He smiled, hopping up from his seat as Natasha looked at him with a face of shock and betrayal.

"I'm afraid your stealing my fan section for this game, Captain L/N." The female pilot looked at me, jokingly.

I smiled back at her, shrugging as if to say 'sorry!'. "Let the WSO's play their darts, Phoenix." Seresin joked as he grabbed his beer.

I side eyed him, a smirk on my own face as he didn't meet my eyes, but rather stared at Phoenix. "Pilots and their pool." I sighed, before walking over to the darts board, the other two back-seaters on my tail.

The darts game carried on, before I got distracted by Bob. "Captain, when did you get engaged?" He asked, nodding to my left hand. The ring was simple, but I had to admit it was absolutely stunning. It was a rose gold infinity band, with one of the looping parts holding diamonds, and one simple, yet larger, diamond connecting the two bands in the center.

I smiled as I held out my hand to him and Fanboy, who were admiring my ring. Phoenix, Rooster, and Payback walked over- seemingly stopping by on the way to the bar. "Holy shit, your man dropped bank on that, didn't he?" Fanboy asked, as Phoenix walked up.

"Oh my god. It's so pretty." Phoenix spoke, holding my hand as I watched a smirking Jake with a very knowing Coyote, who could only shake his head, chuckling to himself with arms folded.

"Thank you." I spoke, winking at the blond pilot before looking to the small crowd of Lieutenants before me. "My fiancépicked it out himself." I bragged as Phoenix let my hand go, Bradley and Payback given a chance to observe the ring.

"So, how long have you been engaged to him for?" Rooster asked, curiously. I smiled to myself, remembering the proposal on the beach.

"Three months now." I informed, taking my hand back as the pilots nodded at me. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a game of darts." I winked, before turning back to the dart board.

The three aforementioned pilots returned to the pool table, Hangman's gaze still on his secret fiancée. "You can stop staring, Seresin. She's engaged. Off the market." Payback spoke.

"I'm engaged too." He responded, breaking his gaze as he stared at the fellow pilot.

"Right, right. Sure. You're engaged to some 'mystery woman'." Bradley laughed, grabbing a cue stick as Phoenix set up the pool table.

Jake's eyes narrowed at Rooster, a now snarky smile taking place. "It's a shame she's off the market though, Captain L/N is definitely a smoke-show." Coyote spoke, a knowing smirk on his face as he stirred the pot, making eye contact with Jake. The blond didn't back down, smirking right back at his friend.

"She's also an insane WSO. I don't know how the hell she laser locked another F-18 while inverted in a barrel roll." Bob complimented respectfully as he walked back over to the pool table. Fanboy had abandoned the game of darts as well, and was waiting on Penny for another beer at the bar.

The groups eyes moved from Bob, and towards the Captain who was now practicing darts alone, a smirk on her face. "Yeah but it's definitely a shame she's off the market. Wonder who managed to woo her." Rooster spoke, as he took the first shot, initiating a pool game between himself and Phoenix.

Jake's smirk only grew as he finished off his beer, eyes still lingering on the Captain. "I'm out of beer, I'll be back." He spoke to the group, who looked at him weirdly as he walked off, heading straight towards the dart board.

I huffed as my dart fell short, hitting nearly the bottom of the target circle, as I had aimed for the bullseye. "Stupid dart." I muttered, as I felt hands wrap around my waist.

"Stupid dart?" I heard a voice from my side, as I turned to see Jake, resting his head on my shoulder. "C'mon princess. I don't think anyone ever taught you how to actually throw a dart." He mused, winking as I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah? And you're such a darts master?" I ask, as he moved one of his arms to grab a dart, handing to me while his other arm still laid at rest on my waist.

He smirked as I took the dart, taking my hand in his, as if aiming the dart for me. He motioned it at the board, and I let go of the dart, and it dead center. "Yeah I think I am a darts master." He spoke, now standing at full height as he smirked at me.

"You are such an asshole." I smiled as he placed his hands on my hips, my own arms flying up to go around his neck and shoulders. He pulled me closer as I stood on my tiptoes, his lips enveloping mine.

We both pulled back, grinning at each other. "Yeah, but I'm your asshole." He spoke, raising his eyebrows for a brief moment, suggestively.

I smirked, shaking my head as I moved my arms to his chest, lightly pushing him backward as he feigned hurt- his arms leaving my waist to console his 'hurt' self. "Go buy me a beer then, asshole." I winked as I turned back to the darts board.

"Yes ma'am." He winked, heading off to the bar.

Back at the pool table, Phoenix's cue stick dropped to the floor, along with the jaws of everyone except for Coyote, who was laughing his ass off. Phoenix took no time in commenting to the group, who watched in astonishment as Hangman brought a beer back for the captain. "That dick."

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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If You Can’t Take the Heat

Summary: You mouth off at the Hard Deck and Jake reminds you who’s really in charge. Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader + mystery guest Word Count: 935 Rating: Explicit 18+ only. Spanking, fingering, light humiliation, D/s undertones, lieutenant kink and other untagged themes. A/N: Thank you @callsign-phoenix and @wildbornsiren for looking this over and @therebeccaw for the title. Hope this makes you smile @princessphilly. Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed this!

You make the joke before you can think too much about it and half the Hard Deck erupts into laughter. Rooster clutches his side and even Bob cracks a shy smile that he hides behind his ice water. The high five Phoenix gives you has you sitting up a little straighter, pleased with her approval. Even though Jake smiles good-naturedly a muscle in his jaw twitches in response to the quip you made at his expense. His normally bright green eyes are dark and intense. You’re intimately familiar with the heated look he gives you. It’s the one that says he’s going to make you pay in the best possible way later.

The car ride home is quiet, anticipation growing the closer you get to your apartment. It makes your jaw tingle and your mouth water. Once inside, Jake leads you to the bedroom and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. You think about sinking to your knees to apologize in a way the both of you love but to your surprise, Jake stops you. He brings you to stand beside him and not between his legs as you expect. You wait curiously, giving him your full attention.

"I bet you thought your joke was pretty funny, didn't you?" He asks. One big hand corrals both your wrists in a tight grip and before you can answer he pulls you down on his lap abruptly, almost knocking the breath from your chest.

"Jake!" You gasp, squirming at the undignified way you're sprawled over his knees. "What are you…" Your question trails off when he pushes your dress up and caresses the swell of your ass.

"Mouthy girls get punished," he reminds you. His touch is light, almost gentle when he sweeps his fingers down to the back of your thighs. You shift in his lap, a spark coming to life in your gut. “Color?” He asks.

“Green,” you whisper back, the words barely out of your mouth before he delivers the first powerful smack to your ass. You yelp and jolt in his arms, core clenching around nothing as a sharp bolt of desire shoots up your spine.

“I think 15 should do it,” he says, spanking you again before you can speak. Your skin stings and by the eighth strike, you’re rolling your hips, looking for relief. At fourteen you’re blinking back tears and your cotton panties cling wetly to your cunt. When he finishes, you're breathing heavily, tugging against his firm hold. “Took that like a champ. What a good girl,” he praises, stroking your heated skin.

When you whimper Jake makes a soothing sound and slips a hand between your thighs. He pushes aside your underwear to touch you where you want him most, sliding two fingers inside without any resistance. You greedily push your hips forward, wanting more and he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Do you think you deserve to come, after the way you behaved?” He asks.

“Please,” you beg, whining after he withdraws his fingers. “Jake, come on…”

“Jake?” He questions sharply, swatting your backside. The pain mingles with the pleasure building between your legs.

“Please, Lieutenant Sersein, can I come?”

Jake sighs, tapping his fingers against your lower back. “I don’t know, what do you think, Phoenix? Should I let her come?”

Your girlfriend materializes from where she’s been watching the two of you in the shadows of the hallway. She smiles at you, a soft look in her eyes. “Maybe,” she says, petting the tender skin of your ass as she considers Jake’s question. “That joke was pretty funny.”

“Nat,” Jake huffs, and you grin, wiggling in his lap. It’s always more fun when you can gang up on your boyfriend.

“I think she took the punishment well, minimal tears,” Nat notes, using her thumb to dry your cheeks. “We should let her come.”

Relief courses through your body when Jake returns his fingers to your core, his thumb circling your clit. Nat kneels beside you, her pretty pink lips swallowing down all the sounds Jake draws from your body as he encourages you to come apart on his fingers. When you reach your peak he delivers a gentle strike to your inflamed backside, spiking your pleasure and bringing you to a swift, intense orgasm.

“Good girl,” Nat coos, kissing your cheek and getting to her feet. “Now, Seresin… who gets to have her first?” She questions. “Because I’m thinking that’s me.”

“Well, I did all the hard work,” he counters, resting his hands on your back. “Got her nice and ready for my cock.”

You loved it when they talked about you like you weren’t even there. Like you were theirs to use as they pleased. Even though you just came, you can already feel that familiar ache returning and you rub your thighs together.

“I think she likes my cock better, don’t you babe?” She asks, looking down at you for the first time. It’s hard for your mind not to return to this morning when Nat used the strap on you and left you a mess in bed for Jake to clean up.

“Maybe…” you suggest hesitantly, encouraged by the way Jake strokes your side. “You can ride my face while Jake fucks me.”

Your boyfriend chuckles, helping you get to your feet again. “Why don’t we let you make the decisions more often?” He wonders, kissing you breathless.

“Probably because you’re both control freaks,” you return, jumping when he smacks your ass.

The three of you share a grin. God, you loved them both so much.

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topguncortez · 6 months

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Court of Thieves || Chapter 3

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synopsis: A ball is thrown in celebration of The Lady Mitchell and Prince Jacob's engagement. The Prince and Lady Mitchell meet for the first time and it goes anything but smooth. The Lady Mitchell must figure out a way to get The Prince to like her.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: historical inaccuracies, era-related misogyny, minor character death, mentions of murder, mentions of virginity, forced kissing, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating, mentions of religion

The ballroom was decorated with white curtains and gold streamers. Candles burned brightly, illuminating the great hall. Lords and Ladies mingled amongst each other, some of them dancing to the strings that were playing. Jake loved balls, he loved them even more when they were being hosted in his name. Of course, this one wasn’t totally thrown in his honor. It was being thrown to celebrate his future bride being in Landing Center. He had heard the whispers from his pageboys and the maidens that she was one of the most beautiful ladies to ever walk into Landing Center. But, he was yet to even see a glimpse of her.

“Robert,” Jake said, leaning over towards his friend, “My wife does realize she has to be here, right? Or is she a bit. . . tied up?”

“The Lady Mitchell knows she has to be here,” Robert nodded. Jake looked at him, a smirk forming on his lips. If there was one thing about Robert, the man was incapable of making a joke or understanding one.

“Robert,” Jake chuckled, “Never change a damn thing about you!”

Jake sat back on his throne, looking out at the guests who danced in front of the table. Every so often, he would catch the eye of a young maiden, and wink to them. Their skin would flush, and they would try to hide their giggle in their partner’s body. He looked over and noticed that his mother had a pleasant smile on her face, probably due to the fact that all three of her daughters were mingled amongst the crowd and that her only son was home from war.

“The Lady Micthell and Lord Bradshaw!” The page yelled, catching Jake’s attention.

In the center of the room, walked forward the most beautiful woman Jake had ever laid eyes on. Your jet black hair was pinned back, a golden tiara resting on your head. Your body was clad in the most elegant white dress with beautiful gold embroidery, Jake assumed it was made by the designers in North Island. Your skin was flawless, with not a single blemish or scar on it. And the way you walked into the room, was demanding all eyes be on you. The corset on your body was squeezing you just right, making your breasts perk up.

Jake leaned down to whisper in Robert’s ear, “I wonder how quickly I could undo the corset.”

“Jacob,” The Queen scolded her son. He smirked and stood up from his throne.

He stepped down from the high table, walking to meet you in the center of the room. Jake didn’t know much about Bradley Bradshaw, but he didn’t like the fact that he walked into his engagement ball with his girl on his arm. Bradley shot Jake a look, as the Prince’s green eyes traveled up and down your body.

“Lady Mitchell,” Jake grabbed your hand and bowed to you.

“My Prince,” You said, giving him a curtsey. You stood straight and turned to Bradley, giving him a curt nod. He squeezed your arm, before turning and making his leave. You looked down at the floor, listening to the fading footsteps of your friend, before looking up at the prince.

“It is time for the first dance!” The page announced.

Jake held his hand out for you to take, and you accepted. He walked you in a small circle, then pulled you into him. You rested a hand on his shoulder as one of his went to your waist. Jake took the lead as he moved you back and forth, side to side in the waltz. You kept your head high and remembered the dance lessons your maid had given you. However, dancing with Bradley was different than dancing with Jake.

Bradley was always a shy leader, gently moving across the floor. His hand was almost feather-light as he would touch your waist. Jake, on the other hand, kept a strong grip on your waist, occasionally moving lower on your backside. Slowly, more couples came and joined you on the floor with Jake.

“Surprised you can dance,” Jake said to you.

“I have been taught,” You nodded, “I wished to have conversed with you earlier, my prince.”

Jake smirked, “I’m sure you did,” He leaned in closer to you, his hot breath fanning your neck, “If you wanted a private meeting all you had to do was ask.”

You gasped and looked up at him, “Your grace!” Jake expertly twirled you around and then pulled you back in close. You were very well aware of his hand that rested on your lower back, dangerously close to your bottom, “My Prince…” You scolded.

“You smell of cherry blossoms,” He whispered, knowing that the precious oil must’ve been a gift from his sister Jane, “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you do smell.”

You scoffed and gave him a shove, pushing his face away from you. If you weren’t feeling the eyes of some of the highest lords on your skin, you would’ve slapped the Prince. Instead, you promptly stomped on his foot, making him groan in pain.

“Your tongue ought to be cut for the way you speak,” You cursed.

“Trust me, my lady, you don’t want that,” Jake gently cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours.

When you had dreamt of your first kiss, you always pictured it to be in the middle of the meadow behind your father’s house, and the person you were kissing was Bradley. But here you stood, in the middle of the grand hall, with the Prince of Brinefell’s lips on yours. You were frozen for a moment, before reaching and grabbing his wrists, pulling his hands from your face. There was a flash of hurt in Jake’s eyes as you turned from him, and walked out of the center, your hand covering your mouth.

“Y/N!” He called out to you, but you had moved through the crowd. Jake noticed a flash of black and gold out of the corner of his eye, Lord Bradshaw, swiftly follow after you, “Fucking bastard.”

Jake pushed his way through the crowd, following the exact footsteps you did. He cursed the gods for making you so short as his green eyes scanned the unfamiliar faces. He had barely reached the side of the grand hall when a loud scream erupted from the high table.

The music was promptly stopped and the couples on the floor stopped dancing. Silence flooded the grand hall except for the sobs that were leaving the Queen’s mouth. The crowd seemed to part this time for Jake as he made his way back to the center of the floor. His mother was being held up by Robert, as Jane rubbed soothing circles on her back. Jake already knew what the words were going to be when Master Moore, who had a sad frown on his face, opened his mouth.

“King George of Brinefell is dead!”

— — —

You hadn’t been that far from the grand hall to hear the announcement of the King’s death. You had stopped running when you heard the Queen’s loud scream ricochet throughout the hall. In an instant, the joyous occasion had ended and the Castle had turned from white and gold, to black and red. In the days following the death announcement; memorials started to arrive outside the palace gates. Pictures of the King had either been taken down or draped with a black sheet. The flags had all been lowered on the ships and buildings. The church bells had gone silent.

The quietness of the Castle had made it even harder for you to try and make a routine. It had only been a week since you had moved to Landing Center. You hadn’t seen the Prince since the night of the engagement ball. You had found out from Robert, his confidant, that Jake had primarily been by the Queen’s side and overseeing the preparations for the King’s funeral. It broke your heart to think of the Queen being all alone in her chambers, but you were glad that Jake was there for her.

“Excuse me, my lady, but we must get you dressed now,” One of your ladies, whom you had grown rather fond of, Clara, said as she entered your room.

The day was dark and gloomy, as all days had seemed to be since the King’s death. You were still in your nightgown, swapping out your usual white one, for a black one to mark that you were in mourning as well. One of your favorite spots in your chambers had been the large window that overlooked Brinefell Bay. The glistening sea had always been your source of comfort, but now, it looked dark and dreary.

“Yes, Clara, come in,” You said, closing the poetry book you were reading. It had been a gift from the Queen, and she said it had been the key to her successful life as a wife, Queen, and mother. You wondered now if it also had the key to handle the loss of a husband.

You stood from the window seat and walked into your dressing room. You stood with your arms out as the various maids and ladies came flocking to your side to undress you. It had been weird at first, having someone to do every little thing for you, from cutting your own food to turning the pages of your book. But slowly, you had gotten used to it.

“My lady, Lord Bradshaw wishes to see you,” A maiden said to you, “Shall I tell him to wait for-”

“No, Ethel, it is quite alright,” You said, “Draw the curtain please.”

The maiden nodded and did as you instructed, pulling the heavy red curtain between the sitting room and dressing room closed. You heard Bradley thank her before walking as close to the curtain as he could get. You knew it was rather unbecoming of you to have Bradley in your room in such a state, but he was one of the only people who seemed to understand what you needed at this time. It was like living in deja vu, reliving your mother’s death all over again. Your father had shut you out, making you deal with the grief on your own. The only person you had to confide in was Bradley.

“You worry about the Prince having your head, this is one sure way to solidify that one,” Bradley joked. You sucked in a sharp breath, both from his joke and from the way Clara tugged at your corset, “Sorry.”

“Always playing the fool, Bradley,” You shook your head.

“You are done, my lady,” Clara said.

You thanked her, and pushed the curtain back, seeing Bradley indulge himself in one of the various bottles of wine that had been sitting on your bookshelf. They had been gifts from some of the noblemen. He was dressed in black as well, but for him, that was not a new sight. You hated the color black and had forbidden it to be in your closet. When the Castle went into mourning, you actually had to borrow a dress from Jake’s sister Margeret.

“What is it that you are looking for, Lord Bradshaw?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I came to see how you are fairing, Lady Mitchell,” Bradley said, pouring both himself and you a goblet of wine, “I know this is not easy for you. I wanted to see how you are getting along with the Prince.”

You rolled your eyes, “I would get along better with a goat than the Prince.”

“Not good?”

“Awful,” You sighed and sat down on the couch. Bradley took up residence in the chair in front of you, “I have tried everything, Bradley, to get him to talk to me, but he won’t.”

The night of the King’s death, you didn’t expect Jake to come and seek you out. You knew that he was going to be with his mother and sisters. However, you did expect it to be going on for nearly a week. You had seen him around palace grounds, and every time you tried to strike up a conversation, trying to get to know him and see how he was fairing. But he didn’t seem to have the time of day for you. You changed up your tactic, deciding to leave gifts for him in his chambers.

It started with having the baker make extra sweet cakes for him at dinner, except the cakes were almost always left on the table when you went to look in the middle of the night. Then, you had found some paintings in the square you thought he might like and had them delivered to his chambers. But you say one of the pageboys carrying them out with the trash the next morning. And last night, you had decided to give him one of your mother’s poetry books, leaving it yourself, right outside his door with a handwritten note. But, the book had been returned, with the note still attached, to right outside your chamber door this morning.

“I don’t know what to do,” You shook your head, “How can I do my duty if he won’t even speak or look at me!”

“Seduce him.”

“Bradley!”

“What!?” He chuckled, setting his cup down, “I am serious. What is the worst that can happen? You are already betrothed,” You scoffed and tossed a pillow at him, “He is the Prince of Brinefell. The Crown Whore Prince. You have to get on his level. Engage in the things he likes. Seduction has more benefits than harm in this case, Ducky. It might just be the only way for you to get through to him.”

“I don’t want to sell my virtue.”

“You’ll have to sell it eventually,” Bradley shrugged.

“I… I don’t know about this,” You fiddled with your fingers as your ears started to turn red. It took Bradley a moment before it dawned on him.

“You’ve never-“

“Hush!” You basically leaped from your seat and covered Bradley’s mouth with your hand, “By Gods, shut your mouth!” Bradley chuckled and removed your hand.

“I can not say that I am surprised but I also am surprised. You do know who you spawn from, right?”

You rolled your eyes and sat back on your knees, “I have read about how women seduce their husbands. I know… what to do. It’s just how do I actually do it?”

“Well,” Bradley said and shifted in his seat, so he was sitting back against the couch cushions, “Here’s my advice.”

— — —

It was late, the witching hour, as you carefully walked through the halls of the castle. You had to dodge the watchful eye of the guards and maids. If you were caught out this late, the rumors would run wild. You had already heard the gossip about you. Some of the maids had recognized your familiar features to your sister and wondered if you were as liberated as she was.

The night air was cool against your skin. You had dug into the back of your robe closet to find a nightgown that was a gift for Allison. It was the lightest shade of pink, with the finest traces of lace on the skirt. Your cheeks heated as you felt your nipples harden as the brush of cold air on your skin. The top of the dress was sheer, giving little to the imagination, but was just perfect for what you had planned. You pulled your dressing gown tight against your body as you made your way down the candlelit hall.

“My lady?” You gasped and turned, coming face to face with Lord Floyd.

“My lord Floyd,” You greeted, and he gave you a small bow.

“What are you doing out so late? It is unsafe for a woman to-”

“I could not find sleep,” You spoke, cutting him off and pulling your dressing gown tightly against your body. Lord Floyd’s blue eyes bore into you and it felt like he knew what your true intentions were. He was best friends with Prince Jake, he knew his every move.

But, if Lord Floyd knew what you were up to, he saved you the embarrassment of saying it out loud, “Very well,” He nodded his head, “You ought to be on your way. It is not safe or proper for a lady of your renown to be walking the castle at night.”

“Yes, Lord Floyd,” You bowed your head as he walked past you, going back on his way. You let out a slow breath and continued your journey to the Prince’s room.

— — —

The fire felt warm as Jake sat in front of it, a goblet of wine in his hand, his green eyes locked on the orange flame in front of him. The flame’s warmth was the only thing that Jake felt these days. After spending hours tending to his mother and setting preparations for his father’s funeral, Jake was drained emotionally and physically. He had never seen his mother so broken and lost. She was always a force to be reckoned with, now, Jake feared that he’d be planning her funeral soon. He sighed, bowing his head slightly and bringing the chalice up to his lips. No amount of wine in the world could help numb the pain in his heart.

A gentle knock at his door pulled him from his wallowing thoughts. Jake furrowed his eyebrows as he looked over at the cedar door. If it was any of his men, they knew to just walk in unless the door was locked. Another knock had Jake on his feet, walking to open the door. A small gasp sounded out as he pulled the door open, coming face to face with his future bride.

“What are you doing?” Jake asked, and stepped out into the hallway, looking both ways to see if anyone was around. He quickly ushered her into the room, shutting the door and locking it, “Have you gone mad? Wondering the palace at night?”

You gulped, shaking your head, “N-No, your grace,” You quickly curstied, showing him the respect he deserved. You look up at him, your doe eyes wide.

Jake gestured for you to stand up, and you obliged standing up. His eyes raked over your body, taking in the red dressing coat and the light pink skirt that poked out underneath. You froze in your spot as Jake stepped towards you, his fingers going to the tie of your dressing coat. He pulled the tie, letting it fall open revealing your nightgown. Jake sucked in a breath as he took in the sight of your breasts clothed in sheer linen.

“What is it you come here for, my Lady?” Jake asked, his voice low.

“To please you, my Prince,” You said, your eyes not leaving his.

In an instant you felt his lips on yours, the taste of wine on his tongue. You had never been kissed like this, and it sent a sort of heat spreading through your body. Your hands quickly went to his blonde locks, tugging on them slightly. He groaned as his hands pushed the dressing coat from your body, letting the red fabric pool on the ground. Jake walked the two of you backward, leading you to his bed. The back of your knees hit the mattress, and Jake gently lifted you up to lay you down on the bed. He crawled up your body, one of his hands going under your nightgown, lightly tracing up your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as Jake’s lips grazed up your neck, placing feather-light kisses on your skin. You felt heat rise in your eyes as his hand drew near your cunt. You had never been touched there, and to be touched there now, made your heart race and your stomach flip with nerves. Jake must’ve sensed your anxiety as he settled his hand on your bare thigh and his lips stopped below your ear.

“Hath, you lain in the bed of another?” Jake whispered in your ear.

You sucked in a breath and looked at him. Your eyes were glassy with unshed tears, “No, my Lord.”

Every fiber in Jake’s being was screaming at him. Part of him wanted you. There was no denying that you were an attractive woman. Your beauty was one that he’d only seen in painting and read about in poetry. The other part of him wanted to savor the innocence that you had. He knew soon enough that the two of you would lay together in the marital bed and be forced to perform married couple duties. He knew girls like you, girls who had been raised to be noblewomen and princesses. He knew that keeping your virtue until the wedding was important.

Jake sighed as he pulled his hand out from under your nightgown, pulling the dress back down to cover your skin. He laid his stomach on your abdomen, running his thumb over your clothed hipbone.

You were confused as you looked down at Jake. You weren’t sure if this was a part of sex or what was happening. Bradley hadn’t told you about this part.

“My lord?” You asked quietly.

“Get out,” Jake mumbled. He sat up and turned his back to you, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He waited a moment, before standing up and walking out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

A small escaped your lips, as you tried to bite back the tears that had started to fall.

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