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mamachasesmayhem · 11 months

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Down Home Runs Deep • Six

Master | Five | Seven

Pairing: Jake Seresin x OC Briar Langley

Series Warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. Smut (spitting, throat grabbing, hair pulling, spanking, soft dom/brat dynamics, so much dirty talk). Toxic family dynamics. Minor descriptions of surgery/car accident. Long distance relationship. Lovesick Jake Seresin (because let’s be honest, that needs a warning in itself)

Briar

Ugh, I was hoping that slimy bastard wouldn't show up today. I really thought we were in the clear, but of fucking course he would show up when I finally detached from Jake to run to the bathroom. I've hated that sorry excuse for a man for as long as I can remember, and probably even before that.

The oldest memory I have when it comes to Jake and his dad, is Jake telling me his dad yelled at him if he got in trouble at school...in kindergarten. The first memory I have of satan's spawn himself is when I tripped and bumped into Jake, making him drop his juice cup when we were in first grade. Yelling is putting it lightly when it comes to describing how Elijah Seresin talked to his youngest son.

"You're always such a disappointment, Jacob! Why can't you be more like your brother?" He had scoffed, roughly knocking into a teary eyed Jake as he passed him. Jake had always been the one to keep the mean kids away from me and Brooks since we were always a little smaller than everyone else, being twins and all. He was always the first person to stand up to the bully. Seeing him that upset over something that wasn't his fault made my little 6 year old heart hurt and I told my mom I never wanted to see the mean man again when I had gotten home. Unbeknownst to me, that was the final straw for Jake's mama to leave his dad. My mom had apparently called her to relay what I had told her, and she packed hers and Jake's things that very night and came to stay with us the next day.

I'm broken out of my haze when Jake's hand pats my thigh. "You ok, tiny?"

I smile up at him, so thankful he's nothing like his father. "Just fine, but I bet I'll be much better once we're alone," I smirk, playfully kissing his cheek as I stand up. "Ready to make the goodbye rounds? We lasted a full..." I glance down at my watch to check the time. "35 minutes longer than Brooks and Mallory, so I think we're in the clear."

I link my fingers in the giant paw he calls a hand and try to pull him out of the chair. Jake laughs at the effort I'm putting forth, because he's solid muscle and outweighs me by at least 80 pounds and is almost a foot taller than me. Obviously, he doesn't even budge, but he humors me and stands as I pull at him once again. We receive lots of hugs and "it's about damn time!"s, and Jake is thanked for his service more times than I can count. To his credit, he was honestly grateful to everyone and wore a genuine smile the whole time. When we finally make our way to my parents and his mom, the two mother hens are misty eyed and hugging each other. My dad notices this and gives them a good natured hard time.

"Good Lord, you two! He just got back from war, he's not leaving for it!" Both our moms land a backhand across his stomach, making him let out a loud oof!

"Jeez! Audrey, remember whose warm back you put your cold toes on at night! And Evelyn, I will withhold my world famous peanut butter fudge if you hit me any harder!" Dad huffs, making us all gasp.

"Now, daddy. That's just cruel!" I frown at him, making him sigh.

"Solid point, angel face. I recall my previous statement. Jake, son, I'm so proud of you. Thank you for keeping Brooks safe, I don't know what I'd do if I lost either one of my boys. It goes without saying, but thanks for taking care of our girl too. We've always trusted her in your hands, and now is no different. Rory, I'm proud of you too, surgically removing candles from dark corners nobody ever wants to see is a job none of us want, so of course you're involved," he teases the last part to cut through the rising emotion. "Now, you drive safe. We love you both so much," he tells us, and soon we're wrapped in a giant hug, surrounded by the three people who built the foundation of our family.

Dad's use of my nickname, Aurora- which somehow got shortened to Rory- comes from me being named after Sleeping Beauty, and it warms my heart every time I hear it.

We finally break away from the love fest mostly unscathed, a few tears excluded because dad's little speech got us all. Knowing Jake's bags are still in my car and not caring about the swimsuit I'm leaving here, I grab my keys off the hook by the door and hand them over to Jake.

"Still down for the long way home?" He asks.

"I'm down for whatever you wanna do, as long as I'm with you," I smile at him with what I'm sure is probably a dopey, lovesick face.

"That was super cheesy, but I'll allow it because I probably would have said something similar if you hadn't said it first," Jake teases as he links his fingers with mine once again. "Wanna go to the secret spot?"

"Is the pope catholic? DUH. Let's go!" I rush to my door, but don't miss his laughter as he follows me, leaving the door locked until he could be there to open it because he knows me that well.

The secret spot is a place he and I found when we were in high school. Brooks and Mal were having some...alone time at my house while my parents were out for a company party, so we slipped away to give them their privacy. We drove around aimlessly for a while before we turned down a dirt road that eventually led us to a hidden field of bluebonnets. It was off the beaten path enough that nobody would know it was here unless they found it, and nobody ever explored that far back I guess. Jake and I had sat on the tailgate for hours, just talking about any and everything from college plans, to favorite drink mixes from Sonic, to how many kids we thought Mal and Brooks would have. It ended up being a safe haven for us in a way. Any time I was down, I found my way back out there. Same for Jake, though he usually ended up there after any conversation he had with his father.

Jake puts the car in park on the edge of the field, tucked in next to my favorite willow tree. We hop out of my car and circle to the back, working in tandem to fold the seats flat and lay out the blankets he knows I keep in the back. Lucky for him, he has his travel pillow packed and reclines on that, while I use him as my own body pillow and snuggle into his chest. The night sky is gorgeous and the sweet sounds of nature create their own little soundtrack for us when Jake rolls over to face me. His lips find mine in the dark with virtually no effort, and damn is that hot. My heart has been on fire for him for actual years, and todays admissions and bathroom rendezvous has my body burning along with it. Taking advantage of the situation, I lock one leg around his waist and shift us so he's on his back and I'm in his lap. The only light is provided by the moon, but I can clearly see how his eyes have darkened in desire. The loving look he gives me betrays the thoughts I know he's hiding, the ones that want to ruin me for any other man that isn't him. Deciding to poke the bear, I roll my hips over his a couple of times to see how far I can push him.

The answer to that question is "not very far", because next thing I know, I'm flipped and pinned on my back and his mouth is latched onto my neck.

"B, darlin', I really wanted this first time to be gentle and you're making that real damn difficult right now," Jake growls into my ear.

"If I wanted gentle, I would have asked you to take me straight home so you could have me in a bed. Plus, we both know it’s far from our first time. But I want you, Jake Seresin. Every last ounce of who you are. The good, the bad, the reckless, the caring, the cocky, the loving; every side of you that makes you perfect for me. I know exactly what I'm getting into with you, now give it to me, cowboy. Please?" The last word intentionally comes out in a slight whimper, hoping it'll push him over the edge.

And push him it does! Pushes him right over the line into what I've always imagined Lieutenant Seresin to be; precise, controlled, mission oriented, determined to be the best at whatever he does. And right now, it's bringing me pleasure. Jake's eyes lock on mine once more as he pulls back and I give him a slight nod to let him know I meant what I said. I swear, the moment his resolve snaps is palpable, his lips attaching to my neck as he licks, bites, and sucks his way to one side from the other and back again. I know I'll be covered in bite marks and bruises tomorrow, but that just makes me want more. Jake finds the tender spot on collarbone, triggering a moan to slip between my lips. I feel him smile against my skin, the smile that bares his canine teeth a little more than usual. I don't even have to see it to know it's his "challenge accepted" smile, and I know I'm in for a ride. My sundress is quickly ripped from my body, and I mean actually ripped off of me, and Jake groans when he finds I wasn't wearing anything under it. At all. No bra, panties, nothing. I'm just laying in the backseat of my 4Runner, completely bared to Jake Seresin. More than worth a ripped sundress.

"Fuck, darlin'. You were gorgeous back then, but Jesus you're an angel now. Fucking stunning," he mumbles before launching an attack on my breasts. Sucking, rolling, licking, pinching, and tugging on my nipples already has me halfway cumming for him. I'd be embarrassed if it were anybody but Jake.

"Too many clothes" I pant out as I grab at his shirt and shorts. He gets my point quickly and strips naked before his mouth makes a detour south. His tongue wastes no time with teasing, he just flattens it and licks a firm stripe from bottom to top, circling my clit at the top, then repeats the process a few more times. He catches me off guard when his tongue is suddenly firm and pushed inside me and I just know I'm a few slides of his tongue away from cumming on his face. Jake licks at me like I'm the last snack on earth, both trying to savor and devour me in the same stroke. I feel his teeth apply a tiny bit of pressure on my clit, making me scream and soak his face.

"Mmm, my honey girl. Tastes even better than what my memory held onto. I could do that all day, but I'm dying to get my cock in you. Is that ok with you, you ready for that?"

"God, Jake. Please, I need you so bad."

I should be embarrassed by the desperation that escapes me, but he feels too damn good to think anything other than "holy shit" "right there" or "yes Jake."

With a pull of the back of his hand across his face, wiping my orgasm off his face, he rises, shucks his jeans and boxers and hovers above me. "Do I need to grab a condom?" Jake asks, the confidence he is exudes paired with him making sure I'm ok is so sexy.

"I'm clean and on the pill, you?" I reply.

"I'm clean and trust you. Besides, a baby you and me wouldn't be so terrible, now would it?" He teases, and my breath catches in my chest at the thought, given I never pictured we would actually give in and find ourselves here.

"Well what are you waiting for flyboy? Need to feel you," I respond and Jake doesn't hesitate any longer. Since I'm soaked from his previous efforts, he's met with barely any resistance when he slides easily into me, skin connecting in the best way. He slowly pushes in, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to the stretch that comes with a man the size of Jake. Once he's fully seated, he groans and the sound vibrates through my entire body. His hands lock in mine and he pulls them up to rest by my head, pinning them there. His face drops to my neck and I can feel his heavy breath warm against my neck.

"You feel so good wrapped around me, baby girl. Like you were made just for me," he murmurs, sounding as wrecked as I feel.

"That's because I was, Jake. I was made for you."

My reply has him rolling his hips against me, almost on instinct, and just that tiny movement has me seeing stars.

With my hands pinned, I can't do much more than just take what he gives me, and damn is he a giver. He slowly pulls back to where only his tip is still inside, then rolls forward back into me at a quicker pace. The depth has him hitting the sensitive spot that nobody else has been able to find, and the intensity rips a moan from my chest.

"Shit, sweetheart. I'm not gonna last long if you keep making those pretty sounds for me," Jake grunts. The gravelly tone has me clenching around him, making his hips falter in the rhythm he'd set.

"Fuuuuuck, baby. You take me so well, feel so good." His lips drop to mine and lock into a passionate kiss as he rolls against me again and again, but I can feel him holding back.

"Give it all to me, Jake. You won't hurt me, just let go," I breathe out, making him growl in my ear. He releases my hands and runs his own all over me, making sure to touch every inch of skin as he makes his way down to my hips then to my thighs. He slips his arms under my legs, his elbows hooking under my knees, shifting my hips back and further apart. He's so deep at this angle that it takes my breath away. Jake grabs my hand and guides it to rest at the bottom of my stomach, then presses down on it as he rolls against me.

"You feel me there, honey? Feel how deep inside I am?"

Warm tingles shoot through my body and I'm not able to manage anything further than a choked moan and a nod of my head. I'm absolutely wrecked for this man. "Faster, Jake. Please," I gasp out. He groans at my request and picks up the speed, pushing me closer to the edge with every grind of his pelvis against mine. He keeps my hand pushed down, feeling every stroke, and it just adds to the pleasure. He's so big and so deep that I'm walking the fine line of pain and pleasure. I look up at him to find his bright green eyes locked on me, and the intensity pushes me over the edge. I finish with a silent scream, eyes still on Jake's, and he follows quickly after me. He gasps once the last stream of cum fills me and drops his head into the crook of my neck.

We're panting, giving each other sweet kisses until we return to earth.

"Mmmmmh, that was so worth the wait, Seresin," I tease.

He smiles and kisses the top of my shoulder while not putting any weight on me, and I'm thinking he doesn't want to intrude in my space. "It was indeed, my gorgeous girl," he replies with one more kiss. In my post orgasm haze, I missed when he pulled a blanket over us as we clung to each other in the backseat. Cuddled up in the back of my car, we admire the stars as our breathing and heart rates return to normal. Jake pulls me impossibly tighter against him and drops a kiss on my temple.

"You're everything I've ever wanted and always knew I needed. I love you, Briar Rose Langley."

My whole body melts at his words

"I love you, Jacob Taylor Seresin. I'm thankful for whatever made you realize there's never been a pair made for each other quite like we are. Your head is just loaded down with so much hair gel that it took a second for the idea to get through," I tease and ruffle his hair. "It's you and me forever now, flyboy." I grin at him.

"It's always been you and me forever, princess. I just had to get past not being good enough for you. I realized there's nobody on this planet that's good enough, but I sure as hell wanna spend the rest of my life trying to be. Now, let's get dressed and head home, I've been looking forward to sleeping on an actual bed with my best girl," he smiles down at me.

When he realizes my dress is not an option, he quickly digs out one of his huge sweatshirts and boxers for me to wear.

"Damn you look good in my clothes," he winks at me as he, unnecessarily, buckles me into the passenger seat. He hops in the driver's side and buckles up, then rests his hand on the gearshift with his palm up, waiting for mine to link with his. My fingers tangle with his and stay that way for the entire drive back.

Seven

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roeyliteratiforever · 2 years

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It's like Rory anti's literally spin anything to try to prove she's the "worst" or to convince themselves why they hate her and they are nothing but stupid reasons. If I have to hear "Rory had everything handed to her" or "Rory is a spoiled brat" or "Rory is the worst because she dropped out of Yale and can't handle criticism" I'm gonna lose it!

She did not have everything handed to her. She worked her ass off to get into Yale and worked super hard towards her goals. Anyone who thinks "Rory has everything handed to her" did you not watch seasons 1-3 where she worked herself so hard where all she wanted to do was study and read or do extra curriculars to get into Yale? She worked herself so hard to the point her first boyfriend started getting jealous because she would work towards her education instead of spending time with him. She got accepted because she deserved to be there. She didn't get there from her grandparents money they helped pay where she was PAYING BACK! It was a LOAN! Her grandparents didn't just hand out money to her to buy her way into Yale like Logan's parents did she worked hard for it!

She was not a "spoiled brat" either she grew up in a garden shed and the small town of Stars Hollow and even when people tried to put her on a pedestal she fought back she hated how the town and everybody was towards her. Even when she dropped out and was staying in the pool house SHE WAS WORKING! She was not a spoiled brat she was always super grateful for the things people do for her, and even did so much for everyone around her. If anyone needed anything Rory was constantly there for them. Even when Paris was mean to her she was nothing but nice and patient with her and if she ever needed anything Rory was always there for her. I love Paris I'm not attacking her but Rory was always there for Paris even when she wasn't so nice to Rory. She did everything her mother or grandparents asked of her because she didn't want to disappoint them but if Rory has a knee jerk emotional response the fandom is like "oh she's a spoiled brat" instead of understanding that she is just human and messes up sometimes, or in a bad emotional state, but eventually she does come to her senses about most things after she's had space to think things over.

If you hate her for taking a break from Yale that's just so stupid. Lots of people take breaks from school because they aren't sure what they want to do. In Rory's case all she has ever wanted was to be a journalist and having someone so high up in the industry tells you that you don't have what it takes or you aren't good enough is soo crushing! Most people would be so hurt by it, and that was all Rory has ever known and when Mitchum told her that she was so discouraged and needed a break to figure things out and that's perfectly okay. Think if you were in Rory's shoes and someone tell you that you don't have what it takes to achieve your dream how would you react? I'm so amazed how people can't have a lick of compassion over that situation, to add icing on the cake her mom...I love Lorelai but she literally cut her off when she was in a bad emotional crisis and she needed her mom during that time, and that really crushed her more. I'm currently going through a situation like Rory at the moment and I can attest that it's so fucking relatable what Rory was going through. When I first started going to school for the program I was on my counselor also didn't think I had what it took and it hurt and when I started taking the courses it did end up being really hard, and I have been in a burn out and have been struggling with depression and I just needed a break. I got to a point of thinking is this something that I still want to do because everything just feels so uncertain right now. She is literally the most relatable character ever. I love her so much and I can't take these stupid takes that people have to hate her. It's like people will find any reason to hate her and I'm over it!

#rory gilmore #rory gilmore defense #Rory gilmore appreciation #This is a rory gilmore appreciation account #gilmore girls #jess and rory #jess mariano #jess x rory #rory and jess #rory x jess #team jess #literati

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literatigifs · 3 years

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anonymous asked: Please please please can we talk about how Rory and Logan are NOT equally privileged. Neither in terms of money nor influence. And I absolutely hate that people conveniently forget that Rory grew up in a shed for like 10 years?? and Lorelai worked as a maid in the beginning. She practically mentions it in 2x05 that there was a time when Lorelai couldn't even afford to buy her another cotton candy, and how Lorelai basically made Rory's baby clothes because they didn't have money. I would love to hear your take on this

Yeah, Logan and Rory are definitely not equally privileged, and this is obvious throughout pretty much all of Logan's screentime and scenes with Rory. I think part of the reason why Richard and Emily were so in awe over him in the beginning was because his family is significantly more rich than them, and even with Rory's trust fund money that is mentioned merely a couple of times throughout the series (and that we never see Rory use or spend even in her adulthood), Logan will always have more money and opportunities based solely on the fact that his father owns companies and he works in them as an adult.

There's also the fact that we never see Rory try to fish for connections through her grandparents willingly or even persuade Logan to get Mitchum to side for her for the Conde Nast interview in AYITL, at most she asks that he request that they set a date for an interview, and even that was something that she didn't like. Rory makes it clear throughout the series that she wants to earn what she's due, and even with the terrible writing in the revival, I don't think this characteristic of hers is gone in the slightest. In comparison, even when Logan complains constantly about "being pushed through one door", he has zero problem or dilemma using his family's name and money to his own advantage. It's why I'm always gonna roll my eyes at r*gans proclaiming that "Logan taught Rory about her privilege!" when at most all he did was yell at her and judge her for writing a criticising article about rich people mainly because it felt personally offensive to him. And even when he apologizes for it, he doesn't encourage her to not give it up or possibly rewrite it from a different perspective that's more self-aware from her part, it's just shrugged off because that conflict was mainly used to instigate a dumb fight between them, nothing more. There's also the fact that even if Rory is technically part of that society through her grandparents, she still has a bigger view of the world outside of it? She obviously has way more experience with it than Logan will ever have, so why should she be forbidden from writing against rich people being terrible?

It's also why I never buy into this dumb narrative they try to push over Rory being a "spoiled brat". Like, even with the revival the only point you can use to "prove" this is her interview at SandeeSays, but she literally takes a job at the Stars Hollow Gazette for nothing because she only just wants to work at writing something. Even with Rory being the bridge between Lorelai and her grandparents and often having to co-manage their feelings towards one another, she's always gone back to living with Lorelai and has never outright "chosen" her grandparents' lifestyle. She never grew up or was raised or even was all that enthusiastic about it aside from using it as a distraction from her life in the first half of season 6, when it was clear that she just lacked a direction.

The topic of privilege when it comes to Lorelai and Rory is obviously there, but at the same time, a lot of viewers are so weird over them "presenting" themselves as working or middle class when they have money. It's pretty weird to me because yeah, some of the stuff they can do or even wear throughout the series after their more modest living around the beginning of the series is unrealistic, but it's literally a TV show? What exactly do people need, for both of them to walk around in rags or dirty clothes in order for them to feel sympathy for choosing to separate themselves more from the Gilmore legacy?

In general the show never acknowledged how privileged they actually are but it's also obvious that it never will because ASP seems to not care for that kind of thing. It's also a show that's over 20 years old, so of course it's going to look and feel unrealistic when it comes to how both Lorelai and Rory navigate through the relationship with the grandparents and money. But again, it's a tv show, and most of the examples that I've seen from actual poor families being portrayed on media, even in current ongoing shows, are either deliberately malicious towards them for being poor (by perpetuating A LOT of gross stereotypes), or they half-heartedly try for something before likely making the characters think they should be grateful for anything they could get.

#gilmore girls #anonymous #answered #I kind of derailed the discussion at the end but like #i can't ever take all these middle or upper middle-class people seriously when they complain over rory and lorelai having money #like if y'all want to watch shows about the Poor Struggling To Survive written in very gross ways then I suggest other shows #tv isn't about realism and even shows that market themselves as such never are #anyways another point that I thought of is that you can't even say that Rory is a 'spoiled brat' when she stole the yacht #because a) she did it once when she was in an incredibly difficult emotional state #b) she accepted the consequences of it and having to do community service for it; THEN she did the community service and even took to #organizing all the other guys that worked shifts with her there!#Rory's a flawed character but even at her 'most unbearable' she's pretty much accepted her situation and tried to make something out of it #you could even argue that this is the case in AYITL #in comparison to a character like Logan who either complains about his hardships over.....having to work......#or only decides to try and do something himself when he landed in hot water with his first job #and THEN he goes back to his family's company so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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