#sorry i got reminded of the discourse from earlier today and got reminded of those twt posts of a bunch of ppl being like

[linda-bates]

also while im thinking about it again: i dont wanna hear abt gay eddie from any person who said that if he came out as bi on the show that they'd disregard it and continue to see him as gay. like imo that man is the straightest man, but im not gonna accept biphobia because "it just means MORE if hes gay" (please explain this in a way that isn't biphobic and imply that bisexuality is a lesser sexuality & isn't feeding into homophobic stereotypes. gay rep is extremely important, but you don't have to diminish bi rep at all) and "he's been with women and we've never had that kind of rep!" (about a show that literally opened up with michael grant coming out to his kids, who went on to date two men, one of which he married... and, as much as i hate the plot point, tommy is canonically abby's ex, meaning he did date women before coming out.).

like idk they don't get to bitch and moan about wanting gay eddie while insulting another part of the community (including the other half of their ship) because they can't help but bitch and moan bc if its not their gay4bi ship then whats the pointttt its not GOOD ENOUGH or whatever. like maybe they should sit down and ask themselves why a bi4bi ship is so terrible to them and why eddie *has* to be gay and only gay (and maybe why they think eddie's treatment of women is okay if he's gay, because like... gay men still have to be around women and treat them with respect. just bc a gay man isn't romantically/sexually involved with a woman doesn't mean he shouldn't still respect them).

[juniorgman187]

Serpent of Eden (Part 2 - Reid Series)

~ Reader’s one-night-stand with Spencer turns into a year long semester ~

Summary: Spencer and Reader attempt to navigate through the shock, horror, and confusion of the revelation that Spencer is a professor at Reader’s college. Couple: Fem!Reader x Professor Spencer Reid Category: Series, Fluff, Angst, (eventually smut) Word Count: 1.5k (this will probably be my shortest chapter) Content Warning: mentions of one-night-stand, age gap, teacher-student relationship  Disclaimer: This is a filler chapter, and you’ll probably find it boring, but it moves the story along so that we can get to the exciting parts next chapter. 

PART 1 HERE!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

What’s that saying again? 

It’s a small world? 

Well, after today - I certainly agree. 

More as a comment to myself, I muttered, “I guess I should’ve asked for your last name after all, Spencer.” 

Was this my cruel and unusual punishment for my first one-night-stand? If so, this was enough humiliation to convince me it should be my first and last one-night-stand. 

His eyes were wide with astonishment; his eyebrows knitted together. “I thought you said you worked at a law firm.” 

He wasn’t mad or accusing me of lying, but he was more stunned than anything that I was really here standing in front of him. I knew his voice to be too kind to be accusatory. 

“That wasn’t a lie. I do work at a law firm - I’m an intern there,” I said matter-of-factly. “I only said that to impress you because you were older and had this big shot job. Which reminds me - you said you were part of the FBI.”

“I am, but I occasionally teach here.” He almost chuckled. 

It was the slight pout of both of our mouths that proved a mutual resignation to the fact that we’d reached a stalemate. We both ran out of moves and there was nowhere for us to go if we kept on this path, not unless one of us surrendered to the other, which wasn’t really an option here. Simply by the look on his face, I could tell he was going to assume the responsibility of inciting a productive discourse. And I let him, for subconsciously, I looked to him to be the bigger person, the more mature one, the wiser one, for he was the older one, too. Whether or not this was taking advantage of the natural assertiveness one gains with age, I wasn’t sure. 

“W-what are you doing here?” He finally asked, bringing me back to the harsh reality of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Had this been any other teacher, I might’ve not been so embarrassed to admit I was 20 years old and serving detention for being dress-coded. But, alas, it wasn’t any other teacher - it was Spencer . . . or Dr. Reid? Is that what I have to call him now?

“I got detention.” I sheepishly admitted. 

The furrowing of his brows and narrowing of his eyes told me he didn’t believe me; all the signs of skepticism plain on his face. 

“I was dress coded earlier.” If it was at all possible, that statement sounded even more ridiculous. 

“Dress coded?” He clarified, like he almost didn’t believe me.

“I started taking off my sweater - not like that!” I quickly redacted, and the stunned look on his face told me he almost took it that way and found amusement in doing so. “I wasn’t stripping in front of the entire school. I just wanted to take my sweater off.”

“That shouldn’t warrant detention, though.” 

“That’s what I was saying!” 

And the comfortable, lighthearted dynamic that brought us together only two nights ago resumed as if it had never paused. It felt like we were at the bar again, talking as strangers falling in love, but here in this sterile classroom, I was chilled by the reminder that we were no longer two strangers getting drunk off the other’s presence. We were a student and a teacher in a professional setting. 

“I’m just gonna sit down, now.” I awkwardly announced, fumbling into the furthest seat from him. 

“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll just report to Ms. Whitman that you served detention, but you can go now. You don’t have to stay.” He turned away from me sharply and towards his desk, all but refusing to meet my eyes. 

“No, that wouldn’t be right.” 

As the sentence came from my mouth, my mind wandered into a trap my words had set. “What was right about this?” Because really, nothing was. 

I knew I was charting dangerous territories by staying in his classroom alone with him, but those weren’t my intentions. If anything, this was one of those times where my “goody-two-shoes” mentality failed me. I was only furthering the chance something might happen and heightening my own attraction. 

The more and more I sat across from the ever contemplative Dr. Reid, the more his figure began transforming into a work of art. I started to notice the little details, the nuances, the paint strokes. I couldn’t be bothered to figure out what he was actually doing, but I took notice of the manner that he was doing it in. He studied his papers carefully with almost the same level of intent as I had looking at him. Occasionally, his tongue would poke out between his lips and wet them, scarcely reacquainting me with the thought of how they felt against my own. His eyes would narrow at the words while he read them; his eyebrows twitching up every so often as a physical reaction to his reading material. 

“Are you just going to spend the rest of detention staring at me, or are you actually going to get some work done?” 

The sound of his voice snapped me out of my daze and before I could re-enter this dimension, he was already looking at me through smiling eyes. 

“I am doing my work!” I defensively screeched. 

“Oh, yeah? If I come over there right now and you haven’t written a single thing -”

“What?” I jested. “You gonna punish me?”

The words slipped from my mouth before my mind could process its subtly seductive suggestions.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” My eyes fell to my homework that I hadn’t even started on as a way to avoid his. He looked so entertained by my previous words, and that made it even worse. How could he possibly enjoy my flirtatious advances when there was so much at risk?

“I guess we should talk about-”

“What’s there to talk about?” I abruptly interrupted. “It’s not like I have your class now, and I’ve been rejected from auditing it before, so we don’t have to see each other in school ever after today.” I rambled. 

“In school?” He repeated. 

“What?” 

“You said we don’t have to see each other in school ever after today. Were you implying that you … you want to still see me outside of -”

“No!” 

I answered all too quickly for it to appear like an honest response. He was too smart to see it as anything besides what it really was - a way to save my ass. 

“I mean … yeah, I did want to see you again. But that was before I found out you’re a professor at my college.”

“Part time.” He emphasized, as if that somehow made things less illegal. 

A frown formed on my face to tell him that that clarification didn’t make anything better.

“It’s your call.” I finally renounced. This was probably the most honest and raw my emotions could have been. I couldn’t have said anything truer to my feelings than that. “You have more at risk here than I do. If you say you don’t want to see me again, then you won’t. But if you think there’s something between us worth exploring, I’m willing to make it work.” 

He was visibly conflicted; the weight of my words stealing his voice. He was quiet for more moments than comfortable, but he would finally tell me his answer only after rising from his desk to join me at the other end of the classroom. I stood up from my desk, making our lack of professional distance all the more glaringly obvious. 

“(Y/n),” He slid a hand onto my cheek and up through my hair. “You’re worth the risk.” 

He was about to seal his promise with a kiss, but when we leaned in, three hard knocks hit against the door. I jumped back in startlement, while Spencer did just the opposite. He leapt into action, abandoning me at the back of the classroom to flee to the front. He must’ve recognized the knocks were coming from the janitor just outside his door. 

“Any trash you need taken out, Mr. Reid?” The janitor asked while scanning the room, glazing right over me. 

“No, nope. I’m okay today, thank you. Bye, Randy.” Spencer waved him away with his hand, and luckily, I must’ve camouflaged into the wall because he didn’t seem to see me or my profuse blushing. 

“I’m so sorry. I forgot he comes here every Monday at 3:45.” Spencer apologized while slowly making his way back to me. 

“You forgetting something? How can that be.” I joked - well enough to hide my ever growing paranoia behind a mask of comical enjoyment. 

“What can I say? That’s what you do to me. You make me forget everything else in the world.”

His words were enough to woo me certainly, even enough to accept his resumed kiss, but they weren’t enough to convince me to commit to the moment. It was spoiled by the knowledge of our sins, stolen by the fear of our actions. I simply couldn’t enjoy our relationship to the fullest anymore. 

And I never would again. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

PART 3 HERE!

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[neko-rogers]

The Secretary

Square Filled: Office Sex ; created for @spnkinkbingo

Synopsis: You’ve harbored a crush on an adorable Tech Support while acting as a secretary for the director of Sales and Marketing at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. (4.17 It’s A Terrible Life AU)

Words: 4401 — the longest one I’ve ever written so far

Forewarnings: NSFW 18+, twice the smutty goodness!!, flirting, kissing, blowjobs, intercourse inside the office, threesome spitroasting,

A fierce red colored blouse paired with the black pencil skirt matched your vivid personality while pushing past the transparent glass entrance. Your heels clicked against the marble floor while carrying a compilation of documents, on one hand, speeding towards the metal gray elevator doors that were about to close. You rushed onto that direction, hoping to catch the ride towards the twentieth floor instead of having to wait for it to reach the ground level again.

Fortunately enough a large hand halted the doorway to completely fasten and proceed to move upwards. You whispered a thank you towards that person once you entered the enclosed compartment and pressed the button with the number twenty displayed until it glowed in red underneath. Though you immediately noticed who it was once you looked up and discerned that it was none other than Sam Wesson from Information Technology.

“Hey, Sam,” you smiled.

Sam smiled back conveying that he was definitely happy to see you for the start of the day. He was wearing his casual uniform — a pale yellow polo shirt that had a small stitched logo of the company located at the upper left chest, plain vanilla khakis with a brown belt strapped around, and his hair neatly combed yet leaving a section of fringe to lay around which made him look ten times more adorable.

Even though you only started working for the company three weeks ago, you’ve begun to harbor a crush on that adorable Tech Support. You’ve admired him for times when you would see each other in the break room or times when you would pass by his cubicle and exchange looks. It made you blush while you tried to hide it from him by pathetically blocking your reddened cheeks with the clipboard and paperwork you were bringing.

Every morning you tried to bubble up small talks with the lad, earning a few laughs and fragments on how his previous day went. Though it wouldn’t take long as the elevator arrives on his designated floor while you had to wait for moments to get to yours, it was worth it, earning even the slightest discourse from Sam would help you get through the day.

When you do arrive, you made sure everything was organized and you were prepped to have a report for any calls or appointments your boss had to attend to with any of his clients. The elevator creates a pitched ding and you drag your legs towards the end of the hallway where his office was, nearing to the sign where his name was embellished on the solid plate — Dean Smith. Director, Sales & Marketing.

“Pleasure to be making business with you, Sir.” Dean looked like he was talking to himself, laughing and chatting out loud, granted that he was actually conversing through that wireless earpiece. He didn’t hesitate to drop the call after a few seconds when he caught a glimpse of you entering the room, “How are we this morning, Y/N?”

You smiled and greeted him before walking closer to stand in front of his desk as he took a seat on his office chair. Then you browsed through your folder, searching for the papers that he needed to see, informing him about the updates on the product development programs. “Any others updates I need to hear about today?”

“None yet but I’m going to get updates in your mail later,” you answered.

Dean nodded his head as his fingers went to browse the documents you had placed down. You couldn’t decipher whether he was shaking his head disapprovingly or that it was merely his instinct, you just stood there waiting for him to ask more of anything he would be needing. “Great I just need you to check on a few evaluations with employees from the IT Department since some are beginning to slack off.” He began enumerating the last names while you took them down with a blue-inked pen and scratch notebook.

“Got it. I’m going to head down to check on any new emails in your account also.” You turned around and began walking across the room but before you could exit, Dean called your attention out to remind you of something. “Are you still available later on tonight, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to that dinner at eight.” The corners of his lips turned upright, creating a cheeky smile while brightening his mood once he heard that you were up for that date with him. He could almost fist bump the air but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you. “That’s great, I’ll text you when I’m picking you up.”

When you went down to the floor where there were tons of cubicles were positioned side by side, you began picking out the names stated from earlier. You began printing out the evaluation reports then photocopying legal papers about logged expenses and financial purposes. The distinct, unhealthy odor of the copier machine already filling your nostrils as you finished your work for that space.

You made sure there were more to appraise to Dean when you return to his office than earlier, checking your laptop for any new events and reservations to be made. Then you also inspected other employees, ensuring if the policies in the building are being followed so that it wouldn’t be added worries for the busy schedule.

Despite that those work stated were only a few, it was pretty time-consuming when looking at the digital numbers at the corner of your laptop’s screen and viewing that it was already around break time. You made sure to save any files before heading to the break room and serve yourself a hot cup of coffee or any snack that could lead you to the afternoon.

As soon as you got to the area you met Sam again who was accompanied by Ian, the dark-haired lad who was smaller than him, constantly laughing maybe because of a joke he said before you arrived, “Sam you gotta write a book about all those dreams you’ve been having. It’s hilarious!” When he did catch sight of your presence entering, he stopped and looked at his tall buddy before smiling, “I’m going to head back now, best of luck to that.”

Sam was lightly blushing now while he waited for his snack to finish heating up in the microwave. He stood there, looking down at the carpeted floor while raising his arm and scratching the back of his head obviously trying to avoid contact from you because he was uneasy after his coworker embarrassed him in front of you.

“Hey, Sam.” You tried to avoid the awkward situation and ease him into talking with you again without having to feel shy around your presence.

He was convinced you weren’t offended by him as he cautiously looked up and gave that timid, lopsided smile. It was freaking adorable but you weren’t the one to patently express your emotions notwithstanding that it made your heart beat race just by being around him — you remained calm externally and casually smiled back. “Sorry about Ian, he gets loud and often times likes to humiliate me.”

You shook your head gesturing that it was fine and you didn’t think of him any less afterward.

“Hey so how are you enjoying your work here?” you questioned once you got a hold of your mug filled with the steaming caffeine, leaning against the high rise table. You looked tiny compared to the giant standing beside you.

“I honestly kind of hate it,” he answered, “I just feel like this isn’t for me. I think there’s a whole lot of options out there waiting for me and this job doesn’t feel right.”

Sam was frank about it and you couldn’t blame the guy. If it wasn’t for the compensated salary then you wouldn’t be staying here for the first month. It was honestly thrilling how accurate his response was but, in all honesty, the percentage of finding a job that feels perfect for you and has a well-paying salary would be extremely low. It’s sad how we spend most of our lives working, other than studying to finish education and claim a degree. We shouldn’t be torturing ourselves with something we won’t enjoy because life is too short to balance work, your family, and peace of mind altogether.

“Huh, I can say I feel that same way about that too,” followed by explaining your take upon working here.

He let out a gravelly laugh and said, “I guess we really do have a lot in common.”

Yeah. For the times you had those great discourses with Sam, there was always the exchange of opinions that you both seem to be interested in. You craved for intellect and he was definitely more to than what he looks — sharing perspectives upon subjects like these or that, even having minor debates at times, and it was very amusing and you could talk to each other for hours without even noticing how time went by.

“Hey we’ve been exchanging ideas for these past few days and we seem to enjoy them a lot,” Sam uttered, “maybe we could spend more time and discuss the things we like.”

He was asking you out.

“I know a cafe nearby and I have a free schedule by next week. We should really talk more outside rather than here in the building only, specifically the break room or the elevator,” he said.

Now the tables have turned and you were the one feeling timid around him, blushing greatly and looking down to try and avoid him to see your flushed cheeks. You were too excited you even forgot to respond until Sam had to snap you back into reality again and respond to him by nodding in agreement. “Can’t wait to hang out. See you then, Sam.”

A few hours have passed and your date with your boss was over. But the night didn’t end with you parting ways after having to eat a healthy dinner at a mid-end restaurant Dean drove you at. You knew how the night would end the moment he asked you for this date, his silver Prius already parking along his driveway and helping yourself out the passenger side then lead straight to his front door.

There was this one tiny detail in your relation to him that wasn’t mentioned — during the mornings and afternoons, the two of you associate like the typical boss and secretary and no one suspects a thing; however, when there aren’t any colleagues around that could deem your unprofessional acts, that’s when you share your most hidden desires and kinks.

Kind of like a subtler Fifty Shades of Grey, minus the playroom and extreme bondage.

When the door made the locking click from behind, your hands immediately grasped onto Dean’s button-down shirt and began unfastening. His lips linked with yours while the back of your head was resting against the wooden door, the distinct taste of those weird, powdered nutrition shakes lingering your buds.

His coat and suspenders were already discarded while your dress was halfway unzipped. Dean tried to guide you along the space, having to step on a few piles of clothes and almost tripping against the few pieces of furniture. The living room was barely lit since the kitchen was the only room that had the light switched on which illuminated weakly around the other areas of the floor. Eventually, both got to the stairs as enveloped his arms around your body and your legs were hugging his waist.

He successfully made it to the bedroom without causing any damage with bumping your head against the walls. Then he immediately laid your body onto his mattress, your back hitting the cold sheets that had aftershave scenting around the room. “You were so sexy with that red top earlier,” he husked.

Dean’s lips left yours now and helped its way to leave trails of kisses from your chin then to your lower jaw. While he was gently sucking and nibbling onto the sensitive skin around the neck area, one of his hands were unzipping your dress all the way down and hauling it past your legs until he finally got to see his favorite view of you in lingerie. It was the color blue, his second favorite pair, and both undergarments matched as he smiled to himself, getting harder with the thought of totally undressing you.

He unclasped your bra from behind and dragged your panties until you were bare underneath his touch. If only he could remind you how beautiful the marks on your waists were and tell you that your body was magnificent just the way it is, but he knew you wouldn’t take it seriously because your take on this dirty little secret was all work or fuck. Basically coworkers with benefits, but that title sounds like it came from two sex drove teenagers.

When you looked to your front, you saw Dean unbuckling his belt and pushing his khakis down resulting with his cock springing out all prepped for you. His length wasn’t compared the other men you’ve hooked up with; moreover, he was much girthier which meant you definitely felt him fill your pussy around that got you drooling for more. Plus, he knew his way with women; knew how to please them either with his dick or with his hands.

“You ready, sweetheart?” You couldn’t wait any longer and eagerly nodded to feel him inside you. Dean knew you were on the pill, for all the times you’ve had these little naughty adventures, so he didn’t have to ask if he had to wear any kind of protection.

Once you felt him ease himself into your tight cunt, you moaned out his name, feeling his familiar length throbbing between your walls. The view of him thrusting his body forward and backward while your legs are wrapped around his torso was exquisite, he was panting for you and seemed to be enjoying the feelings also, “Oh, Dean!”

The night continued on like that until the both of your rode down your orgasms and your bodies were left out of breath and heated under the cushiony bedsheets. You could hear his heart beat still racing as he deeply wheezed onto your bare neck which tingled for quite a bit. In addition to that was his bed hair, formerly gelled and combed whenever he entered the building, that was now all over the place.

You aren’t going to explain further because, for your point of view, this was all sex and no attachments involved. Although was fairly disheartening for you because you knew your boss developed feelings for you more than what the two of you has right now. You didn’t want to lie to him and pretend you were interested in becoming something more.

Just as you were about to relax under the arm Dean slung around your body, a notification occurred and the sharp alarm indicated that there was a text message for you. Your arm reached for the bedside but finding that your phone wasn’t there, then continued to fumble for the object at the floor where you detected that it was being covered by a few pieces of apparel.

Dean suspected your body stirring aside as he tried to have a quick glance at your screen which shone brightly to your face. He was curious as to why you giggled once you caught a clear read of what the message sent to you was. “You’ve been eyeing that Tech Support kid ever since you started,” he sighed, seeing Sam Wesson’s name displayed on the top and not bothering to eavesdrop more, much to his dismay.

“Yeah and we’ve been banging since I was promoted as your secretary,” you retorted, rolling your eyes at his disapproving tone.

Who was he to judge you for your taste in men? He definitely wasn’t the boss of you for that matter.

Eight days have passed.

For those days you noticed that Dean was getting awfully close with Sam, surprising you out from nowhere. It wasn’t like you had any suspicion with their sudden bond, you just couldn’t help yourself because it felt weird seeing them discuss matters privately in his office. You thought that maybe this was because of the issues about the sudden suicides in the office, even hearing from other colleagues that it was done by a ghost who owned this place.

When the number of dropping bodies somehow stopped, you saw that the two men became closer. They’ve grown more comfortable with each other even so with Dean letting you take extra breaks because he mentions that he has something to discuss with Sam Wesson. It was more depressing since he had spent more time with your boss that you couldn’t carry on with the cafe date you were expecting this week.

The next morning, you were expecting the usual — sitting on your chair in front of the laptop while browsing through emails, arranging documents, and printing out the files. You dropped your car at the parking lot at your usual spot and slung your shoulder bad around one arm, entering the building then hopping onto the elevator. You didn’t care if you were running minutes late because, for all you know, Dean could care less.

God you couldn’t even have the slightest talks with Sam. He’s been earlier alongside Dean for a while which meant you couldn’t even reach out to him anymore because someone keeps getting in the way.

Once you arrived at the designated floor, you hurriedly pulled your trusty folder out and caught the sight of Sam laughing with Dean as he was seated in front of his desk. Your boss was the one who acknowledged your presence immediately, “Great, we were just talking about you, Y/N.”

You were puzzled and anxious at the same time. Why were they talking about you? Was it because of you slacking off with your responsibilities? Was there something you were not doing right?

“Have I done something wrong, Sir?” Your voice was soft and pretentiously innocent. You couldn’t shake off the feeling of something bad about to happen as you were striding across the room and towards your boss who had a vague, solemn look glued to his face. “Not at all, sweetheart.”

“In fact, you’re doing great at your job. Sam and I have discussed this after we’ve grown closer due to this incident we witnessed a few days ago,” he explained.

Dean continued with his statement while your head cocked to your right and brows furrowed, “We all have very common interests here, as far as I have learned, so Sam and I thought we should get to know more of one another... After all, I mentioned your small admiration for Wesson earlier.”

Your cheeks were flushed. He didn’t have to embarrass you in front of another employee like this. “I don’t think I’m comprehending anything you’re talking about, Sir.”

Then Sam gestured to the vacant chair in front of him, asking you to take a seat and set your things down, so that the three of you can settle things straight. You adjusted your skirt and sat up straight, resting your palms atop your thighs and looking back and forth at the two men accompanying you in this room.

Furthermore, you couldn’t detect whether things were getting hot in here or it was just your basic female instinct that came jumping to conclusions. Both of them looked at you as if they were waiting for something to come out from your mouth but Sam decided to step up and give you a hint, “Dean thought that he could use an extra hand in helping you relieve the tension built in your system.”

The taller man extended his arm instinctively and reached to place his hand on top of yours. At first, it felt weird, it didn’t feel right but a major part of you knew that you’ve been longing for what delinquent fantasies they have stored in mind. “Of course we wouldn’t want you to force you in this, all you have to do is to decline our offer and we would still understand it.”

“But if you want it,” he mutters, “then we’ll both be willing to give it to you.”

“Fuck yes.”

They expected your answer soon enough and before you could fathom of what was to come, Sam leaned in to grasp on the sweet taste of your lips, since he had a large structure, he didn’t have any difficulties tilting to tower over your body. Using one hand, he was unbuttoning your thin white blouse and letting it fall from your body and discard it aside. Next, he secured his arms on either side of your waist and hoisted you up from the seat and on top of the office desk. And for Dean, he was definitely enjoying the view of Sam indulging with your lips, that pair that he loved to get a taste of every night in bed.

Dean got on his feet and immediately brushed your hair to one side of your body and began leaving soft kisses from the back of your neck and downwards to the clasp of your bra. Both of his hands made way under the fabric covering your magnificent breasts, making sure to give light squeezes as Sam was leaving marks around your lower jaw.

Meanwhile, Sam welcomed his broad body between your inner thighs, letting you feel his evident erection in his pants. he pushed your skirt up and revealed that you were wearing a black thong that looked perfect, barely covering skin as he was tempted to tear off the tiny piece of undergarment. You were amused and at the same time confused to whom your mouth was moaning for but you were definitely enjoying both anyway. “Lay on the table for us, princess.”

You quickly did what you were told and let yourself relax over the table. Your bareback resting against the cold surface while you looked up to see Dean already unzipping his pants and pulling out his hardened cock. He asked you to open wide before permitting his length to enter past your lips and become soaked with your saliva, groaning out curse words when realizing how good you are with your mouth.

On the other hand, your pussy was exposed for the man standing in front as he held two fingers and dragged it over your folds, feeling your juices dipping around and smirking to himself. Without enough foreplay, he was definitely surprised to detect that you’re sensitive amongst a certain part of your body, “My, aren’t you wet for us? We haven’t even touched you enough and you’re already dripping.”

Sam unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. He had sunken into your cunt, and even without getting a clear view of how long his dick was, you discerned that he was very large due to the fact that your walls instantly clenching around him as the first instinct. Your view was busy hollowing your cheeks and taking Dean’s thick cock as a whole as the crown of his cock repeatedly slipped inside and out.

Your breasts bounced harshly as he gripped at your sides while continuing to thrust his hips. Sam enjoyed the feeling of your sweet little cunt tightening around for him, it wasn’t like any other he has ever felt, yours was different and he would enjoy it if this wouldn’t be the only time he’d get to fuck with it. And Dean was enjoying his side too. Your mouth watered down and dripped off your saliva as your tongue lapped onto the slit of his cock. He seemed to enjoy it judging by the fact that he couldn’t stop grunting with your actions.

“Oh fuck, you’re too freaking tight for me.”

“Your mouth feels warm and wet, just how I like it.”

Their dirty talks added more to what made your body weaken. You were sucking them up like a good little girl and your condition was swiftly heating up, feeling your lower abdomen create undefinable grumbles and feelings of butterflies. Your toes were curling under your heels and droplets of sweat streamed upside down as the humid slowly ruined your hair.

The feeling was unbelievable and you couldn’t help but tear up because getting pounded by two large men was new to your feeling. You couldn’t compare their size to yours so it wasn’t shocking when they couldn’t help but cum easily because of your tautness and splendid throat. Dean was already throbbing intensely as he knew to himself that he was about to climax. When he did, he made sure to fist his cock all the way, emptying himself while your mouth was gaping to catch all of his release.

Sam took a few more moments and made sure his thrusts were rigid, attempting to hit the right spots in order to make you scream his name. Since he was large, he didn’t have trouble finding his way into your sweetest areas and you enjoyed every bit of it — knowing most of the men who have large cocks honestly wouldn’t know how to use it. “I can feel myself coming close, Y/N,” he pants.

“It’s fine I’m on the pill,” you reassured, giving him the needed courage so he can finally release also.

Your orgasm was near and you decided that you were to release the same as Sam. So you held it for a little longer, purposely clenching while he felt the force of it, making him groan at his loudest. You moaned and it was the sign that you were going to release around his swelling tip, hearing the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as he pulled your body closer to him. “I’m gonna cum.”

In the end, Dean’s office was scattered in stationeries like pens, notepads, and memos that are now all over the floor. He didn’t mind though as he helped you up while you tried to clean yourself from all the mess, fixing your hair and picking up the clothing on the floor. “We were lucky enough no one had to visit your office,” you panted.

“Yeah maybe next time we should do this somewhere more private,” Sam suggested.

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Jenny’s Belated Live Blogging - 22 February 2018 

 - okay so there’s still no way I can speak coherently about this episode. This will still be a mess. But in general, I love Maxine. As I’ve been reminded by scrolling through tumblr all day yesterday and today, she’s so great at everything. From romance, to those deep meaningful conversations that need to be had, to the humor, to the heart and warmth she instills in every episode. She’s amazing 

- Let’s get Ross out of the way first. I mean normally, I’m at least sympathetic to his plight but in this episode, I used his scenes to shove some food in my mouth since I was watching during my lunch break. But they were good. I just couldn’t care. Haha

- The Tracy parts of the Tracy stuff were great. Amy continues to do amazing with the material and I’m glad she’s getting to show her range more. I was happy to see Tracy get to be the one to take Phil down and not have David come in to save her. Thank god Frank is at least a decent human and gave her a hug after she told him what happened. Yep, still side eyeing you for that one David. It’d be a lot easier to believe his explanation if he hadn’t you know...cheated on her with Leyla and continued to lie about it and play on her insecurities to do so. But whatevs...on to more important things!

- Oh right...also...couldn’t care less about the micro brewery stuff but at least that provided Charity with an escape plan.

- I loved everything about the girls night out + Robert. It was so nice to just see everyone out having fun and see characters interact that don’t normally get a chance to. It was a welcome change of pace. And I like Robert having friends even if it was just for this episode.

- Robert and Vanessa was amazing. I really want them to at least stay friendly here and there. It was great seeing her encouraging him after he had been supportive of her earlier. This is the kind of character relationship stuff I like to see. More please.

- The Vanity content was amazing. It had just the right amount of weight in the episode, where all the heavy emotional stuff was with robron but they got to have a fun little reunion of their own and take their next step. I’m so glad that they seem to really want to go somewhere with them as a couple. I was so worried at the beginning that they would just let it be a one off.

- I loved seeing Charity go to the club and slide in there alongside Aaron. I love Aaron and Charity together even if he was way too preoccupied staring at Robert to bother. It was just fun. And Vanessa being all ‘she cares if I live or die as Aaron just couldn’t care was perfect. But the banter between Vanity was great and I’m glad to see them decide to be girlfriends.

- And then you know...there was a robron reunion. Haha. Where do I even begin?

- Big fan of Robert having to be dragged out by the girls because he was having second thoughts as well as his moping during the ‘i never’ game. These two are hopeless. But bravo to Maxine for sticking in a reference to portacabin sex.

- The Vic and Aaron conversation in the back room was perfect. It reminded me so much of their dynamic back in 2011 when Aaron moved into the pub. It was so nice to see them like that again. Just snarky and playful but with an underside of warmth and care that their relationship has grown into now they’re family.

- I loved Bernice and Vic dragging Robert out on the dance floor. He was so intent on just moping the whole time but they weren’t having it and that was lovely.

- Robert is a failure at flirting when it’s not Aaron. Great.

- Aaron’s look of surprise when Alex showed up was priceless. He just genuinely had no idea what to say to that sudden change of events. ‘Oh sorry I was just here stalking my husband to stop him moving on...’. Also just the fact that Aaron was just blatantly standing there watching him, pint in hand, not caring what that looked like. I love it.

- I loved all the girls being so protective of Robert when they saw Aaron there with Alex. It was nice that they weren’t just used to get Rob there but actually were genuinely invested in the situation.

- The Alex break up cracked me up because he did it so quick. He was just watching Robert dance badly with a little smile on his face and then it was like ‘oh...right...you. Yeah I can’t do this. I miss my husband.’ And that he was fully about to do it in front of the nameless friend was even better.

- I kind of love that he didn’t just go right over to Robert after that. I liked that there was that space and time to let things play out. I fully expected there to be a big moment in the club but I’m kind of glad there wasn’t. I adored that little scene outside before Robert went off with Mike when they joked about the bisexual contract and the crimes against dancing. It was so very them.

- So very sad we didn’t get to see that cab ride home with Aaron and the girls but I’m glad to know it happened.

- I’m so happy that Maxine put a Paddy and Aaron scene in there because it was perfect. The humor with Paddy’s back lightened the tone of Aaron’s heartbreak but I loved that he was so open about his intentions with Paddy. It was a simple little scene but it was lovely to see him not bottling it up or going off by himself right away.

- Aaron breaking into the garage. Haha. They really do hate doors. The fact that they both went to the garage is so sentimental and so grossly them. I love it. That whole scene was amazing. Robert’s realization that Aaron had ended things with Alex. Ryan and his face are perfect. And Aaron being like ‘trust me, I’m not broken up about alex’ was great.

- The hand holding!!! They finally learned how to do it properly and I was so pleased. And Aaron looked so happy to be holding his hand again which just makes me emotional considering his character growth.

- The deep conversations were had. I’m glad they talked about everything, that they didn’t just gloss over and ignore the hard stuff. I was happy to finally hear some thoughts about Seb from Aaron. Was it enough? Was there a good enough build up to that point. Probably not but it was something and I appreciate Maxine’s words for Aaron. I think they ring true to him and his character and I think it works going forward even if how they got there is still an issue. As long as Aaron is happy, I’ll be happy, even if I’m still critical of the writing for the storyline as a whole. And I was glad she put in that line about Robert not forcing him on Aaron. That was important as well as Aaron saying ‘he wouldn’t have to’

- I’m so happy Aaron brought up their communication issues as their main problem because it’s so true. They were always afraid to be honest with each other because they feared that truth would cause them to lose each other. And that led to so much pain. That has to change going forward and it seems like now it might. They’re in such better places now.

- I knew Robert was going to try and pull away though and protect Aaron and himself. I’m glad he got that speech out though about how hard it was for him to lose Aaron and how he can’t go through it again. I mean, he’s insane but we all love that about him. Like I said, Emma Barton is rolling over in her grave.

- Aaron’s speech!!! God it was like every ask we’ve ever answered about why Aaron loves Robert and it was beautiful. It was also very Aaron with the insults at the beginning. Gotta get in those digs about his music tastes!! And I loved him saying that he sees the good things Robert does, the good in him even if other people don’t. It’s always been what’s drawn Aaron to him and I’m glad Robert got to hear that because he always doubts that about himself. And the ending with the come Home was beautiful. And Aaron’s little ‘well okay you can talk now’. Perfection.

- I died at Robert’s first response being ‘I’m actually a really good dancer’. So good!! And Maxine getting in on the Adele discourse with the ‘we definitely don’t have a song’ exchange.

- And the Mr Sugden/Mr Dingle call back!!! I wanted it after prison but it was tainted then so I’m glad we got it now. And it made my reunion tag super relevant.

- Aaron’s little ‘shut up’ and the smiles and the kisses and the hugging. Clinging on to each other so damn tight. It was perfect.

- And holding hands and walking off home...while leaving the door to keeper’s open because their love is more important than Vic’s safety. Just brilliant. Hahaha.

- Safe to say, this episode was perfection and I’ll never be over it!!!!

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Saturday, 17 April 2021

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[h-styles-babes]

No Control | Chapter Thirty

Summary: 

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

To read previous chapters, you can go here.

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CHAPTER THIRTY

Aside from some news outlets reporting on the fact that Harry and I were seen together again in London over the weekend and reported sightings of us together in LA, as well, there’s not a big deal made out of the whole affair. I’m sure the fans are losing their minds online, but I stay well away from that, and I advise Trevor to, as well, even though I know his nosy ass will probably still be hunting on Twitter and Tumblr for some discourse. 

My life returns to normal when Monday comes around. I go to work at my normal time with only a little bit of jet lag to show for it. I manage to get a nap in in one of the on call rooms just after lunch, though, and it makes everything a bit better.  

Harry keeps in contact with me over the week, making sure I don’t need anything and the baby is doing okay. He throws around names every once in a while, too, which I think is kind of cute. He sometimes stumbles upon ones that I take into serious consideration. Trevor is all smiles when I tell him Harry and I are discussing names, so he doesn't have to keep threatening to take the birth certificate forms from me in the hospital. 

The next week, Harry calls me to confirm that he’s going to the appointment with me. I tell him that there’s a back entrance for the doctor’s office, so he doesn’t have to be seen walking into an Ob/Gyn. He thanks me and lets me know that he’s told Jeff, who’s taken it upon himself to take care of all the legal things that come along with a celebrity having a baby with a woman he’s not in a relationship with. Harry says he doesn’t think it’s necessary, but I know that it’ll probably benefit him in the long run if those sorts of things are figured out now. 

A few days later, Trev tells me that he’s having his birthday party at Cafe Habana, a Cuban fusion restaurant in Beverly Hills. Some friends of his have connections, so he’s got a whole section reserved for us to celebrate. He’s having his mum fly out and some of our friends from NYU coming, as well as some of his new friends from USC, so it should be a good time. He tells me to invite Harry, if I’m comfortable with it, and I tell him that I’ll talk to him when I see him in a few days. 

On the day of my appointment, I wake up excited because I’ll get to see my baby again. Little Bean has been pretty active lately, and she keeps me up sometimes, but she usually settles enough towards midnight that I’m able to get enough sleep in order to function like a normal human being while I’m at work. 

Since I don’t have to worry about hiding the bump today, I pull on a pair of jean shorts and a Rolling Stones t-shirt that still miraculously fits me, and I find a white jean jacket to pull over it because it’s always a bit chilly in the doctor’s office. Trev is already gone to class by the time I make it out of my bedroom, and he’s left a note on the fridge reminding me to get extra copies of the sonogram photos to send to mine and Harry’s parents. I make a mental note to also get some to send to Grimmy, since he’s texted me nearly every day the past couple of weeks asking about the baby and making sure I haven’t done something stupid like return the heap of clothes he bought during our trip. When I get to the office, one of the MAs calls my name immediately, a polite smile on her face.

“The father has already arrived,” she tells me, her voice low. I called the office the week before to let them know that Harry was coming today and asked if there was a way he could go straight to an exam room when he got here. They were more than happy to accommodate my request, not unused to having publicly recognizable faces in and out of the office. “He’s in exam room 3.”

“Thanks for this,” I tell her as she shows me back to the room, stopping at the nurse’s station first to take my vitals. “Hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

She smiles as she places to blood pressure cuff around my arm. “None at all. We do it quite often. Plus, he’s so sweet. Chatted with one of the nurse’s about her own pregnancy for awhile and asked us all how we are.”

“Yeah, he’s a charmer,” I agree with a chuckle as she takes my temperature. “Are you two still together?” she asks. “Up on the scale,” she instructs.

“No, we never really were,” I admit, not knowing how else to explain it to her. I don’t even know how to explain it to myself most of the time. “He’s just a good guy and wants to be present.”

“Sometimes, that’s all we need.” She’s silent as she takes down my weight, and I notice that I’ve only gained a few pounds since the last time I was here. “He seems like he’ll be a good dad.” We smile at each other and she tells me to get down. “Let’s head back to the room. The doctor will be with you in a few minutes.”

Exam room 3 is just down the hall, and the door is closed. She taps lightly three times before opening it up. “Micky’s here,” she tells Harry, who’s sitting in the extra chair in the corner of the room. 

He looks up from his phone as I enter, a smile stretching across his face. “Hey,” he greets, standing to pull me into a hug. “Sorry I was kinda early. I’m nervous.” I laugh and pull back to look up at him. “What are you nervous for? Just gonna get some pictures and take some measurements.”

“All very routine,” the MA nods. “I’ll be out of your hair. Dr. Lorenz will be in soon.” She parts with a smile, closing the door quietly behind her.

“How’re you feeling?” Harry asks, his hands immediately dropping to cradle my belly. Of course, the baby starts to move around just as he does, bringing a wide smile to his face. 

“Fine,” I answer. “We’ve been good.”

“I feel like the bump’s gotten bigger even since the last time I saw you.” I nod. “Definitely has. Little Bean’s gonna start getting big pretty fast now.” “Lunch at mine after this?” he asks. “Jeff wants to meet with you.”

“That doesn’t sound ominous at all,” I huff. 

“Nothing scary, love,” Harry promises. His thumbs are making little circuits where they’re still pressed to my stomach, and it’s actually quite soothing. The couple weeks we spent apart kind of cooled down my attraction to him, but standing here now, looking at his way too pretty face and inhaling his entirely too delicious scent and listening to his way too silky voice, I’m gone. I fucking hate myself for it, too. “Just wants to make sure you’re okay with the legal arrangements he’s made and maybe talk about how we’re gonna let this information out.”

“You’re ready to do that?” I ask. I don’t really care too much at this point about how or when the world finds out Harry Styles is having a child, but it’s more pertinent to Harry’s career and I want to him to be one hundred percent ready.

“We’ve only got ten or less weeks left, Mick,” he sighs. “If I just show up one day with a baby, there’s gonna be a lot more problems than if everyone finds out beforehand. And I’m not gonna hide this. My family comes before my career.”

As I look at him, I can see the sincerity in his face. As much as this whole thing can potentially harm his career, I can clearly see he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had to cast of his child as if they meant anything less than the world to him. No matter how suddenly he got thrust into this just a few weeks ago, Harry is here and more than ready to take on the responsibility of being the best father he can be, because family really is the most important thing to him. I take a deep breath and nod. “Alright. If you’re okay with it, Harry.”

“Are you okay with it?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“I’m okay with it,” I assure. “Promise.”

Harry slides his hands so his arms are around my waist and pulls me into him. “It’ll all be okay. We’ll make it work.” His lips press gently to my forehead just as there’s a few taps on the exam room door.

Dr. Lorenz pokes his head in with a smile. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” My Ob/Gyn is quite possibly one of the most attractive doctors I have ever personally seen. Grey’s Anatomy aside, this man is just overall really attractive, with his dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes and broad shoulders. He’s a bit too All-American for me (and I did discover he played football in high school and undergrad during one of my earlier appointments) but I can admit that he’s attractive. He’s not married, as well, which means all the nurses and MAs in the office are quite smitten with him. I’ve never known him to be anything but professional, though.

I shake my head with a smile as Harry and I slowly untangle from each other. “Not at all. Hi, Dr. Lorenz.”

“Good afternoon, Micky.” He comes in and closes the door behind him, my chart in the crook of his arms. If he’s surprised by Harry’s presence, he doesn’t show it. As the MA from earlier said, they deal with celebrities pretty often. 

I slide myself up onto the table with Harry’s assistance, since I’m not exactly the most agile anymore, which is pretty annoying. Once I get situated, I make introductions. 

“Dr. Lorenz, this is the baby’s father, Harry. Harry, this is my Ob/Gyn.” 

The two men shake hands, both with pretty smiles and kind nods of acknowledgment.

“Good to meet you, Harry.”

“You, too,” he reciprocates.  

“Well, have a seat. Micky, I’m gonna have you lay back and pull your shirt up for me and we’ll talk a little bit as I’m taking measurements.” 

Both Harry and I do as instructed, and Dr. Lorenz goes about setting up the sonogram machine. He warns me about the cold gel before applying some to my stomach. I turn my head to see Harry obsessively pulling at his bottom lip, eyes flicking between the monitor and my belly. I reach over and grab at his hand, holding it hostage in mine against my chest so he stops abusing his poor mouth. 

“Stop fidgeting,” I tease as the doctor presses the transducer to my stomach. Nearly immediately, the rhythmic whooshing sound of our baby’s heartbeat fills the room as the grainy black and white image manifests on screen. 

“Nice strong heartbeat still,” Dr. Lorenz comments with a smile, eyes scanning over the image as he moves the wand around. “Quite active, too.”

“Yeah, she’s been pretty nonstop, lately,” I acknowledge. 

“That’s normal,” he assures, eyes flicking to Harry and me. “She’s still got room, so she’s using it to her advantage while she can. In a couple weeks, there won’t be a whole lot of space left in there. You’ll be able to see the movement on the outside of your body when that happens. Fair warning.”

I look back to Harry again and see he’s now got his bottom lip firmly held between his teeth, a soft look in his eyes.

“You okay?” I ask quietly, giving his hand a squeeze to get his attention. 

He startles a bit but looks at me, his lips pulling up into a small smile. “That’s our baby.” He sounds so in awe, his eyes moving back to the screen to watch as different images of her pop up as the doctor moves around. 

I can’t help the smile that pops onto my face. “Yeah, that’s our baby.”

“Everything’s looking good,” Dr. Lorenz comments. “I’ve taken a few photos, so I’ll have the nurse print out however many you guys want. Do you have any questions?”

Harry asks a few that I could have answered for him, but I’m sure he likes hearing it from the professional, so I just sit back as the two men speak. They chat a bit about when it’s safe for the baby to be born and then there’s a discussion of where we plan to have the baby. I break in to say that I’ve already registered to have the baby at the local hospital, but I can see the wheels in Harry’s head turning, making some sort of plans, I’m sure. I’ll have to ask him about it later.

Dr. Lorenz also asks if I’ve looked into any birthing classes, and when I answer in the negative, he strongly suggests that I do that as soon as possible. I fully intend on getting an epidural when it’s time to give birth, but he says that birthing plans are never set in stone, that we all just have to play along to whatever the baby wants, and sometimes they can have plans that don’t line up with ours. Harry assures him that we’ll look into it, and I can already tell that this is going to be something Harry participates in and wants to experience, not that I’m going to deny him the opportunity. 

Harry helps me clean off the gel from my stomach as Dr. Lorenz says goodbye and gives me a reminder to make my next appointment for a month out. Harry’s instantly on his work phone, looking at his schedule to make sure there’s a date at the end of March when he can come with me again. 

“I’m supposed to be flying back that last Wednesday in March, but I can rearrange it for the day before,” he tells me as I slide off the table.

“Where are you going?” I ask casually, pulling my purse over my shoulder. 

“London again,” he says. “Got some…stuff to do.” There’s a weird pause in his speech that I narrow my eyes at.

“What are you doing, Styles?” I question, instantly suspicious. He’s never held back in talking to me about the business side of his life. Hell, I knew about the hiatus back in August. I essentially knew his whole schedule for the rest of 2015 back then. He’s going to hold back on me now?

He groans. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I really can’t say, Mick. Just got some work stuff to deal with. I promise to tell you as soon as I can. You’ll be the first to know.”

I glare at him for a moment longer before relenting. “Fine. I expect full details, though.”

“Promise,” he says with a smile. He throws an arm around my shoulder and pulls me toward the door. “Come on, Jeff’s already at the house.”

Pulling up to Harry’s Beverly Hills home is a little bit of a trip. There’s a ton of windows and all the white is really crisp and bright in the shining sun of the California summer day. There’s a gate a little ways from the house that blocks the street from the driveway, and Harry punches in some numbers at a little panel to get it to open. There’s a couple cars in the driveway, including Harry’s Mercedes and a sleek silver car that I’m sure costs more than the worth of my entire wardrobe. 

“Glenne’s probably here, too,” Harry tells me as he puts the car in park.

“Who’s Glenne?” I ask. I’ve apparently removed myself from the fandom for a little too long now. I’m sure a whole lot of other people know who this Glenne person is.

“Jeff’s girlfriend. Good friend of mine, too,” he tells me. He hops out of the car and hurries around to get my door. He takes my hand and helps me down, keeping a hand around my waist as we walk up to his front door. “Got pizza. Hope you’re okay with that.”

“Sounds great. Trev makes me eat way too healthy all damn the time. Haven’t had pizza in months.” 

Harry chuckles as his hand rubs along my belly, opening the front door.

“Harry?” a male voice calls, very obviously American. 

“Yeah, mate,” Harry answers, kicking his shoes off at the front door. I follow along, not wanting to dirty what looks like freshly polished hardwood floors. “Pizza come yet?”

“Just got here before you did.” There’s a pattering of feet against the floor, getting closer to where Harry’s helping me out of my jacket. A man that I vaguely recognize from photos I’ve seen rounds the corner, a smile popping on his face when he sees me. “You must be Micky.”

��Yeah,” I nod, accepting his outstretched hand. “You must be Jeff.”

“That’s me,” he agrees. “Let’s go eat and we’ll chat about what I’ve got planned. Nothing too intense, alright? I’ve just got Harry’s and the baby’s best interests in mind.”

“Then we’re on the same page.”

I’m introduced to Glenne, who’s sat in the kitchen at a stool that’s perched at the island. She’s very pretty, just as I always knew she was, even when I didn’t know her name. She smiles kindly at me and even coos a little bit over my belly right before complimenting me on the shirt I’m wearing. I like her immediately, just as I can see myself liking Jeff, and I realize why Harry’s kept them around fro so long and made Jeff his manager. 

Harry gets plates out for us and takes drink orders as we serve ourselves. He suggests moving to his kitchen table so we’re not all leaning over each other to speak like we would be at the island. Harry pulls my chair out for me and pushes it in once I sit, and I don’t know why I’m still so astounded by his manners. I should be used to it by now, but no other man in my life has ever done things like open my car door, pull out my chair, or take off my jacket for me. I’m extremely proud that Little Bean will be growing up with Harry as her example of how a man should treat a woman. 

“So, Harry’s told us the basics about you,” Jeff starts after swallowing a bite of is food.

Glenne scoffs. “More like gushed about you every chance he got when he met you.” She shoots Harry a teasing smile, to which he glares back.

“I was gonna leave that part out of it,” Jeff chuckles. “Anyway, you seem lovely, and Harry says he trusts you, so I’m inclined to trust you, as well. All this legal stuff is just to make sure nothing gets messy in the future more than anything else. Parenthood is hard enough as it is; it’s got to be even harder when the parents are no longer together and one has a very public career.”

He goes onto explain that the things he’s done are just to ensure that Harry gets a say in his daughter’s life and that he is her biological father. He says that a paternity test has to be done for any of this to really have meaning, which I agree to once the baby is born, since I’m not getting stuck with a needle right now. Jeff says that as long as Harry and I can decide on custody arrangements between the two of us, nothing has to be taken to court. 

“You’ll also be getting child support from Harry monthly once the baby is born,” Jeff adds casually. “That will just be between you two as well, otherwise it can get messy in court for no reason.”

I shake my head immediately. “I don’t need money from him. That’s the last thing I want, actually.”

“Please, love,” Harry pleads, grabbing my hand with his. “I’m gonna be there as much as I can, but we all know I’m never gonna be Little Bean’s primary parent. I can’t be. I hate that I can’t be, and I’d change it if I could, but it would make me feel better knowing neither one of you ever needed for anything. The hospital pays you well, but babies are expensive.”

The pout in his lip broke me even before his pleas did, so I sigh in resignation and squeeze his hand. “Fine, but nothing crazy, alright. I know child support is usually a percentage of the parent’s income, but that’s ridiculous.”

“We can work on it,” Jeff assures. 

“Alright, no more legal stuff,” Glenne announces. “I want to see those sonogram pictures I know you got today.”

THIRTY-ONE

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Discourse of Friday, 24 March 2017

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