ooooh can we get more baby girl stuff 👀 im really loving it for some reason because it has now been stuck in my mind that flyboy jake = baby girl 🫠
it’s hard to shake isn’t it
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“Now everyone at base is calling me babygirl Seresin,” Jake grumbles beside your ear. He has his hands wrapped around your body, palms snaked under your top to rest on the skin of your stomach and his chin resting on your shoulder as he envelops you from behind.
“Are they wrong?” You tease, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the window that is looking out into the darkness outside as you continue slicing up the strawberries in front of you into halves. A pointed look at his current posture and grumbling.
“Yes,” you get one stubborn word of reply.
“Babygirl Seresin,” you say teasingly, as you raise half a strawberry, which you hold in front of Jake’s mouth.
“Only yours,” he grumbles again as you feel his lips against your fingertips before he steals the fruit out of your hand only for his actions to be promptly met with a shout.
“MY STRAWBERRIES, DAD HOW COULD YOU.”
The tiny yell has you shaking with laughter as you place your hands down against the counter for support.
“To think I buy those goddamn strawberries,” is what you hear him huff in your ear and for your only as he hides his face in the crook of your neck.
ugh, i’ve seen this and its sooooo fucking cute 🥹 100% flyboy!jake. i mean that look after, cmonnnnnnnnnn. i really struggled at which era to put this in, but i’m going to say flyboy!era - some time post part 6.
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“Babe, does my shirt smell weird to you?” You hear Jake’s voice cut across the conversation you are having with Yale and Payback.
“No,” you throw back your response absent-mindedly, not breaking the series of small nods which you are giving in response to the words coming from Yale’s mouth.
“It does,” you hear Jake’s statement come across, more firmly this time and it makes you shoot Yale an apologetic look as you turn your body back towards your fiancé who is holding the collar of his shirt out towards you.
“It smells like detergent,” you say as you lean forward, the scent hitting your nostrils still centimetres from Jake’s collar. He doesn’t respond and you lean further into Jake, when you feel it, his lips against your forehead. You can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips which causes the lips against your forehead to tick upwards into a smile.
“You sneak,” you laugh as you pull away, amusement tinged with a slight touch of exasperation as you find yourself staring into a pair of smug greens.
“Your sneak,” Jake corrects, throwing you a sly wink.
“Again, you guys make me sick,” you hear Fanboy comment from across the table.
“This is your fault,” Phoenix points towards Yale, shooting him an accusatory glance.
“What did I do?” Yale defends, both hands raised.
“Rule no. 1, we don’t fight with Seresin for her attention,” Rooster supplements gleefully, “he gets needy,” he adds in a stage whisper.
“I do,” Jake affirms, the ghost of a smug smile still on his lips a she slides a hand onto your thigh, giving it a squeeze.
one of jake’s ex gfs noticing how protective he is with you and it causes an argument because he’s never that way with her😭
am i right to assume you were thinking of Flyboy Jake (because this was sent around the time of some protective flyboy Jake content and has languished in my drafts ever since; if it is not i apologise!) also, as I have said before - Flyboy Jake is definitely a bit of an ass, pining for someone while dating another girl. so don’t tell me and don’t read on if you don’t like it!
anyway, college flyboy!
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“You are so protective of her,” the accusation makes Jake look up at his girlfriend who is seated beside him. He takes in the daggers in her eyes, lips pulled into a thin, grim line, and arms crossed tightly over her chest.
“I am not,” Jake mumbles, his hand reaching out for his pint of beer, taking a swig, his eyes floating across the bar towards you. He sees you laugh, throwing your head back, shoulders shaking with glee as you and a two of his team mates wait around for service at the bar counter.
“Your eyes have followed her since she left the table,” Jake’s girlfriend accuses again, and Jake places the pint back down on the table. He forces himself to tear his gaze away from you, to refocus back in his girlfriend.
“She’s been my best friend forever,” he says simply, the explanation saying it all, while managing to be slightly weak.
“Yeah, friend,”his girlfriend says again, emphasising the word, “try not to forget that?” She all but snaps, and Jake feels his brow begin to furrow. He opens his mouth to shoot out a retort when he hears raised voices from the direction of the bar counter, your direction.
He closes his mouth, head snapping towards you; only to find two of his teammates stacked up in front of you, staring down a drunk looking guy who is sneering at them both.
“What the fuck?” Jake mutters under his breath, as he pushes himself to a stand. A quick assessment of the situation tells him that it was probably a case of unwanted attention.
“Are you really going to her?” His girlfriend says, and Jake turns his head to look at her, the annoyance now written clearly over his features.
“Yes,” he says simply, tone cool and emotionless, eyes darting back to you as he sees you rub the side of your arm, while shrinking back against the bar counter, “you can either wait here, or, if you decide you are still going to have a problem with it, leave.”
Jake’s words are ruthless, but all he can think about in that moment is you. The legs of his chair scrape back against the floor, as he begins his stride over to you.
“Do we have a problem here?” His voice, hard, angry, breaks through, and his teammates shift in unison, maintaining their human barricade between you and the drunk, all while allowing Jake to step in, placing himself closest to you,m.
“He tried to get handsy with her,” one of his teammates supplies, the three men now staring down the drunk who is growing less aggressive and more hesitant as the second past.
“Apologise,” Jake demands, arms crossing over his puffed chest.
The drunk opens his mouth, as if to protest, when the other of Jake’s teammate sighs loudly, before speaking in a bored tone, “if you knew better you would listen to the man.”
“I- I’m sorry,” the words rush out of the drunk’s mouth, his Adams apple bobbing along the column of his throat as he gulps in a display of clear distress.
“Leave,” Jake orders cooly, as he takes a step forward; the drunk doesn’t need to be told twice.
“You ok?” Jake watches him scurry out of sight before he turns to look at you, gaze running down from head to toe, examining you for any signs of hurt.
“I’m okay,” you say, eyes locking onto his. You see the anger walled behind his eyes, so you offer a small smile, reaching out with a hand to gently brush your fingers against an elbow. Jake loosens the cross his arms have across his chest as he feels your touch against his skin.
His teammates grab their drinks, and yours, which have now been slid across the counter by the bartender. It allows Jake the freedom to slide his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as the three men guide you back to your table. It must, you find yourself musing to yourself, be quite the sight.
“Where is-” you begin to ask only for Jake to cut you off with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders that you feel because of your proximity to him.
“She had some friends to meet.”
“Oh,” you say, brow raising slightly in confusion, but let yourself be steered into your chair by Jake, who makes it a point to slide into the chair beside your, his knee bumping into yours, his jean covered leg pressing lightly against your own for the rest of the evening, arm slung casually across the back of your chair, a brand of casual dominance, Jake Seresin’s own brand of protection for you - something he always best achieved by letting the world know just whose girl you were.
I should be asleep, but I'm not. So here I am humbling asking for anything Dad!Flyboy Jake. 🥰
this (as has everything else) has been in my ask box was way too long. this was inspired by a video i saw (which i have lost the link to). i can 100% see this happening. flyboy but can be read as a standalone.
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You aren’t sure what you have walked into.
“No, I’m Dad.”
“No! Jake.”
“No, I’m Dad to you.”
“Nooo! Jake.”
You shut the car door on the passengers side, before you turn to look at the stand off that is currently ongoing. Jake in the drivers seat, his body turned and angled back to stare at your youngest daughter. She has her hands crossed over her chest, bottom lip turned out in a stubborn pout, brows furrowed over those famous Seresin green eyes, expression accusatory.
“I don’t know who told you that sweetheart, but I’m Dad to you.”
“No, not Dad.”
“I am Dad.”
You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop the laughter that threatens to bubble over. After a few kids, you knew better - laughing would make something stick even more; and judging by the look of shock, hurt and bewilderment on Jake’s face, this was something he did not want sticking.
“JAKE,” the little roar from the backseat has you digging your fingers into your jeans to prevent you from bursting out into a fit of giggles.
“Dad,” Jake insists back exasperated, voice louder but with no threat or malice.
You meet his eyes and he looks at you, almost pleading.
“How do I deal with this,” he murmurs in a low tone just for your ears only.
“Ignore it, she’ll grow out of it,” you mumble back quietly but loud enough for Jake to hear, in the way only experienced parents can. Truth to be told, you had no idea - this wasn’t something you had experienced with your older kids.
“I can’t believe she government named me,” Jake says again, as he turns back to face the front, hands working to strap himself into his seat. He hazards a glance into the rear view mirror to spot his youngest still pouting, staring daggers into the back of his head. He bites back a sigh - this was, without a doubt, the sweetest and yet the feistiest of the brood - and that was saying a lot.
You offer Jake a smile, before reaching over to rub a thumb against his cheek, your fingers scratching the side of his hair gently.
“I’ll call you Daddy,” you say into his ear as you lean over the middle console to plant a kiss on the side of his face.
“Never stop,” Jake says back, turning his head to catch your lips in a quick kiss before giving you a quick wink, with the hint of a leer.
“Car move, Jake,” the little petulant voice comes again from the backseat.
“Dad will move the car,” he says back loudly, before reaching forward to press the ignition button. You shake your head ruefully before leaning back in your seat and pushing your sunglasses down to shade your eyes. Seresins.
i love how anon said 'BRISKET with glen" and not "GLEN with brisket" because damn straight brisket is the star here and glen is just his sidekick
but to add to the flyboy seresins and their pets, i dont think their kid would even ask for a cat. knowing it's jake child, one day they would just walk inside the house after playing in the yard, nonchalantly carrying a big ass chonky tuxedo cat they found outside just like this:
https://images.app.goo.gl/cMc4Lqi48AMRqYp97
and the cat just chilling with the most unfazed look and you and jake would just stand their speechless and they'll be like "oh hey mom, montgomery needs a bowl"
BONUS:
as they turn to jake they introduce the cat to him and say something like "hey montgomery, meet babygirl"
this ask
well uhm yeah, brisket is the star, glenn is just that guy who organises his schedule, we all know that.
the picture of the cat has me BESIDE MYSELF ALDHAKHDKSHDKASH. also what you say does make sense. and then they’ll just stare at each other and have one of those silent what do we do? / i don’t know he is your child deal with it conversations before they bring out a bowl of water for the cat and just stare at said child and cat. i mean if he is carrying the cat back AND introducing it to jake they don’t really have a choice anymore do they? the cat is pretty much a seresin now.
i imagine this same child would pack the cat into jake’s car one day before he leaves for work and be like ok follow him. and jake won’t notice until he well and truly pulls up at base and will be like ….how, what, WHY.
but pivoting to this child a little - i fully believe he’ll join the navy one day as an aviator and give jake a run for his money 😂😂😂
this is just smut, nothing else. i imagined this in flyboy, but honestly you could read it even not in flyboy, because it is quite generic and doesn’t use much of the flyboy backstory.
nsfw - minors DNI (riding Jake to orgasm; trying to take some sort of control and him happily (and smugly) letting you)
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“I’m going to cum again,” you barely manage to pant out, as your hips buck against Jake’s, sliding back and forth in minuscule, but desperate and fast paced motions.
“Cum for me baby,” he says, voice thick and deep with lust, as his hands go to your ass, grabbing each cheek as he guides the movement of your hips.
“No,” you gasp out, focused in the moment on chasing your own pleasure. You grab onto Jake’s forearms, throwing them back behind his head. He complies, letting his arms flop, stretched out on the bed behind him. You miss the flash of equal amounts of pleasure, pride and lust in his eyes as you anchor your palms flat on his chest, hips still working their way to orgasm. “Hands behind your head.” You manage to get out, and Jake complies with a lazy grin on his face. It was always a treat for him - you riding him, the look of utter want and determination on your face, you telling him what to do, where you wanted him.
“All yours sweetheart,” Jake manages to drawl out lazily as he anchors his palms beneath his head, eyes locking onto yours, as he watches you. He knows your are close, from the way he can feel your body clenching against his cock, knows from the way the movement of your hips are now entirely uncontrolled. It happens, and Jake feels it first, before it even hits you, your walls clenching and unclenching, fluttering around him. You throw your head back with a deliciously guttural, desperate moan, as you let your orgasm pulse through your body, hips bucking in small spasms against Jake’s body.
Jake manages to maneouver himself into a seated position while still inside you, pushing himself up by his elbows and sheer core strength. It earns a mewl from you, as you let your body slump down against his. He catches you, arms circling you as you lean into him, his cock still buried within you.
“Satisfied?” He asks, a low chuckle beside your ear, to which you can only nod, as your lips find his neck, kissing, sucking gently in a daze of content. Jake lets your lips work their along his skin for a few moments, before he lifts you, cock still firmly inside of you. It makes you gasp, hands going tight around his neck, holding on. “My turn.” Is all he says as he carries your body to place you on the nearby dresser.
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜ with flyboy!jake please 🥹
from this list. with flyboy!jake. argh, there are 10000000 scenarios i can cook up for this but here is one that has been in my head for a while. in the flyboy era itself, pre them getting together (we don’t have enough of these moments!)
also readable on its own!
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Your eyes are glued on the television screen, watching as the main character traipses through the house. You can’t tear your gaze away, but the pillow which you are clutching to the front of your chest, eyes peeking out from behind of is telltale of just how terrified you are. It is irrationality at its finest, you know it is coming, the theatrical jump scare, but when it happens it will frighten you all the same.
You huddle further into Jake’s side, as much more as you are able given how snugly tucked into his side you already are, and you feel his arm tighten itself around you. With your gaze so focused on the television screen, you miss the way he glances down at you with a smile that is equal parts fond and amused.
He glances back to the screen in time for the jump scare, the face of the fictional demon filling the screen in a sudden swoop. Jake barely twitches, because having your life hang between the balance of life and death every mission you fly alters your perception of fear. He heard a yelp from you, as you clutch the pillow closer to your chest, all while turning to bury your face into the crook between his chest and arm. The action causes his arm to fall more fully around you, engulfing you in a hold against him. Jake relishes in the feel of your body against his because nothing else feels so right.
He glances back at the screen before chuckling and squeezing you towards him.
“Sweetheart,” he says, laughter tinging his voice. He doesn’t say anything further, but receives a response from you, your voice muffled.
“It’s scary,” your voice is a petulant sulk, and it only makes Jake chuckle in response, the sound a rumble flowing through his chest.
“I’ll fight your demons for you,” Jake says it jokingly, but also means it, and you finally lift your head to look at him. You being engulfed in his embrace, pressed up against his body means that the proximity between your face, looking up to him, and his, looking down at you, is almost negligible. You can’t remember the last time you had been in such close proximity to Jake - sure, you had always been (physically) closer than normal friends; but in the years after college and rolling into adulthood, the intensity of that closeness was something that existed along a scale - physical closeness turned up when you both weren’t properly seeing anyone, and tampered down when you both were.
The movie goes forgotten and you almost forget to breathe as you stare into sharp green orbs that stare right back at you, holding your gaze steady, almost piercing into your soul.
“Sweetheart,” Jake starts again, arm still firm around you. You can feel his breath, minty and cool, fan across your face, “your heart is beating so fast right now,” he can feel it, hammering in your chest, the quick staccato something he can feel even from his hand being wrapped around your back.
His statement causes your eyes to widen but Jake doesn’t slacken his hold on you. His gaze remains locked on yours, his breathing steady. In another time, one where you were still dating Dan, you might have pulled away. Your eyes flicker to Jake’s lips just briefly, but you choose instead to let your head drop back, forehead landing on his chest and the bottom half of your face smushed against the pillow you are still clutching between you and Jake. Jake doesn’t miss the glance you cast towards his lips and it makes something in his sternum twitch.
“It’s the movie,” you groan into the pillow, your words only telling a half truth as green eyes and red lips swirl around in your mind. It earns a hearty laugh from Jake that rings out, a stark contrast against the scream from the television. You feel lips graze the crown of your head as fingers skim along your back in a soothing motion. The action sends a tingle down your spine that digs deep into the core of you, and you find yourself having to fight any outward expression of emotion.
“Want me to rewind?” Jake asks to a nod from you which he identifies through the movement of your head which remains firmly planted on his chest and the pillow. One would think from the way you had hidden yourself that you wouldn’t want to continue the movie - but of course Jake knew better.
“Alright,” your body follows his as he manages to stretch forward to reach for the remote before rewinding the movie to the exact part from which you had left off, “gotta look up princess.” Jake says as he gives you a squeeze, his arm still firmly secured around your body.
“Watching,” you hiss as your head darts up, eyes fixed on the television screen, one side of your face still smushed against Jake’s chest. You miss the most fleeting of looks he gives you, eyes darting quickly down towards your face.
Jake finds himself thinking that he never wants to let you go.
😭😭😭 this is so cute :’) i’m so happy you thought of flyboy!jake because yessss. something more from Jake’s POV
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Jake’s eyes are darting across the small crowd the moment he slips out from the hangar. The main welcoming party was on the other side of the building where the ship was docked, with only a portion of the crowd, all of whom were waiting for an aviator of sort, here. He has never had trouble picking you out from the crowd and manages zeros in on you immediately.
It takes you a moment longer to spot Jake, but within seconds of him locking onto you, your gaze is fitting in with his. It makes the corners of his lips tick upwards, a smile unfurling itself on his face, Jake can feel his heart hammering in his chest, legs beginning their stride towards you. It is the same for Jake every, single, time, he sees you - whether it is after 6 months away, 3 months away, 2 weeks, or even a day, the surge of warmth in his chest is always the same.
Jake sees your face mirror his, your lips growing into a smile.
I’ve missed you - he mouths from afar, and from the way your gaze softens, Jake knows you’ve gotten the message. He is content to hold your gaze, the world feeling like it has only the two of you in it, but his trance is dashed by a shriek - one of his other loves.
Jake’s gaze drops down to the little blonde head sprinting towards him with determined green eyes just like his own, the excited shrieks of “daddy” falling from her lips in a continuous babble. He bends down as she nears him, and feels her little body slam into him a moment later, an excited giggle rumbling through her body as she knots her arms around his neck.
“My Daddy,” she all but shouts, beaming excitedly, body squirming against his chest. Jake looks over her head to see you making your way towards them, letting your daughter enjoy her moment with her father.
“Hi bug,” he kisses her on the cheek before she pats his face, words falling out of her mouth faster than her brain can process them, not all of it makes sense, but Jake is content to listen.
“You’re my hero Daddy,” she yells just as you approach Jake.
“Is he your hero?” Jake hears you ask and he extends his other hand towards you, he waits for you to slot yourself against his free side and the moment you do, Jake feels right again. He lets his body sag against yours just that little bit - tension easing away.
“My Daddy is my hero,” your daughter nods firmly before squirming to be let down. Jake obliges because as much as he loves her, he wants his hands on you in the moment - Jake would never play favourites among his children, would never claim to love them less than he did you, but to him - you came first, it was his one firm and steadfast rule. The moment her feet land on the ground, Jake has his arms around you, pulling you towards him; he feels your arms slot around his waist.
“You’re my hero too you know,” he hears you mumble into shoulder of his flight suit.
“Not going to call me Daddy?” He muses as the top halves of your bodies pull away from each other. Jake finds you looking into his piercing greens, he knows you can see the wave of emotions hiding behind the dose of mischief playing on his lips.
“Thought we would save that for later,” he feels you mutter against his lips. It makes him groan slightly as he lets your love engulf him, his daughter running in circles around the both of you in a train of giggles.
