#the exact conversation was 'i hope you die' 'i hope you die too babygirl' and then the second kid went home

[c0rpsedemon]

yesterday one of the 3rd grade boys called another 3rd grade boy "babygirl" btw

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hello! May I please have a creepypasta romantic match-up with some nsfw if your comfortable with it? Tysm in advance and I'm in love with your writing, like how is it so good?! Anyways I hope you have a great day/night and tysm once again!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. Sometimes in the middle of the night you can find me just staring at a wall or something because I can't go to sleep.....I have trouble sleeping.....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part (Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write for it!)....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt.

-From 🎇Sparkle Anon🎇

Ah thank you so much! LOL I feel like we would be good friends bc of so much similarities, hope.you like this!

But anyways I match you up with-

🥁🥁🥁

Hoodie/Brian

SFW

This man ain't gonna lie you sometimes remind him a female version of his best friend Tim/ Masky but like in a good way (bc of your style and music choice)

Your foolishness is the ultimate thing he loves about you

He is scared to leave you by yourself sometimes since you are a klutz

But luckily he knows just enough about first aid so if you have a deep enough cut or something to that measure he's got you 😉😊

At first he would be scared to initiate conversation bc of your very beautiful but deadly looking "resting bitch face"

But once you started talking to him more he would feel a lot more comfortable coming around and just knew that's your cover around new people

Definitely teases you about your height 🤭 (he's 5'11 in my hc)

Is that type of cliche dude to rest his arm on you or would purchase a step ladder for you

Something could be an inch off your reach and he'll feel the need to tease you about it (all in good fun tho)

Hunny, he definitely gets the whole having difficulties talking about whats bothering as he does it too, he'll just try to figure out other ways to make you express what you're feeling. (Through healthy ways ofc)

He has anxiety too so yeah babe he gets it 😌

Sorry love but he kind of likes spiders soooo he would be that asshole that would pick one up and put it in your hair or shoulder without you noticing. (And now I have to do this don't kill me)

NSFW

Oooo darling ♥

He would love to mark you up

He love to be called his? Good cuz he was going to call you that either way even if you were friends or friends with benefits

What you got between your legs belongs to him

He loves how small you are since he's kind of toned and tall and you're like this little petite thing he can just throw around 😊

He understands if you're shy or don't feel comfortable being in control, he'll take over

Will say though, he'll probably suggest taking some sort of drug or anything to influence your senses so you feel more comfortable in your skin at some point or another

Especially since it's a very rare thing for him to see but he won't push too much

WILL 👏 FUCKING 👏 CALL 👏 YOU 👏 PET NAMES IN FRONT OF ANYONE

He doesn't care who hears or sees it since he would love to be caught ngl.

"I don't know why you're all dressed, doll, those clothes are gonna be in shreds and uses as gags or restraints"

Will take pics of you with his phone and has no shame having a very naked you in some angle displayed as his lock screen

Cockwarms you a lot especially when he's cleaning his guns

You just seem him there all busy taking care of something else and not you while his big ol dick stretches you

🥴🥴🥴 this man would choose to be suffocated between your thighs babe

Often squeezes them and ohohoh if you wear skirts or something showing them be prepared to be teased anywhere anytime

Hell even do it in front of others fuuuck he'd even eat you out while others are in the room.

"You're so tasty babygirl, I could eat you out all day and night"

[creepypocky]

Hello dear! May I have a romantic and Nsfw creepypasta match-up please? Feel free to ignore this if they are closed but if you do choose to do this then thank you so much! I hope you have a great day/night!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm a big extrovert, goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back. I can have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything. Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part.....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. Also if they told me that they "Needed" me I would also die on the spot...in a good way. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt. Things I don't like are impact play or the whole "Daddy kink" It kinda just makes me cringe

I also don't think I really have a type but.....I do tend to love people who are brooding, and intimidating on the outside but a big teddy bear on the inside because that's how I am sometimes. I hate people who are fake or just passive aggressive because they are super annoying to deal with and honestly if you have something to say then just say it to my face rather than behind my back.

Hello :)

|| I enjoyed reading through this. I'll definitely work on it now. ||

I match you with ~ Jeff The Killer!

First off, he really likes your size and style, he has a think for small girls that can still be tough and that’s something he loves showing off when you get together lmfao, he’s like, “Yeah, my girls strong. Fuck you gonna do about it?”

Now, Jeff is a really unstable, violent guy. A lot of people (even me) don’t even see him ever being interested in being in a relationship, so when the creeps saw Jeff with his arm around you, they were immediately baffled by it.

The truth is, though, this man totally wants to have someone by his side, someone that accepts him even though he’s a killer. Someone that’s open to his feelings and is willing to look past all of the horrible shit he’s done.

You’re like that to him, it took him a very long time to get used to how he felt for you at first. At first he thought his brain was just being stupid, but Jeff isn’t dumb. He knows what these feelings feel like, and he recognized them almost immediately after that.

Jeff is really insane, and he constantly leans on you for support and depends on you to keep him leveled at times. It can get pressuring, but despite it all he always makes sure to not blame you if he ends up doing something dumb because he knows it’s not your fault.

He finds your clothing style pretty hot, he really loves badass kind of outfits with leather and band names, because as I said, he loves to show off that his girl is “cool” or something.

He thinks your resting bitch-face and cold exterior is really badass too, being around you always gives him so much confidence and its a great change from the usual fake confidence he has around everyone that he keeps up as a defense mechanism when in reality he was always pretty insecure.

I honestly think Jeff is an extrovert too, like he loves being around people and interacting with them (When they’re not normal people and don’t think he’s hideous, that is). I canon this mostly because when hes alone, then he’s also alone with his thoughts and his thoughts always end up wandering to his insecurities and what he hates about himself, but you often catch him during these times and you reassure him that everything will be okay and that you still love him.

He totally relates to being the friend that says stupidest shit, you two will often just go up to one of the creeps and just start spouting random shit. He honestly fucking loves being goofy with you, and you two are always creating awesome memories together when you prank the other creeps and sometimes each other and he honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you do stupid shit that gets you in trouble or puts you in danger, he’s always quick to get to you and make sure you’re okay, he would probably panic a lot though. Like, “What the fuck, dumbass?” “How the HELL did you do that???“ as he’s frantically trying to solve the situation. Will most definitely sit there and laugh at you for a good 5-10 minutes once the whole thing is dealt with though.

You being able to stick up for your friends is one of the great qualities about you that he absolutely adores, especially since before he became a killer he would always get bullied and nobody would ever stick up for him, so one day when you defend him against a bunch of assholes it just warms his heart up and makes him feel so loved, but he most likely wont admit that.

He’d let it slip eventually though.

When you’re feeling self-destructive, he is 100% there for you. Although he’s not really the best at giving advice, he’ll still sit there with you and let you talk your heart out and will listen to every single word because he wants to show that same contribution towards you that you’ve shown him. He’ll constantly reassure you that not everything is your fault and that you’re strong, and he’ll make little promises to you.

If it was a person in particular making you feel that way though, he’d definitely make sure to pay a visit to the motherfucker.

He admires your determination to fight for the things you want, but to an extent. He hates it when you overwork yourself or push beyond your limits to the point where it destroys you, and he wants you to know that you’re not alone and you can ask for help, you don’t have to destroy yourself. He’s more than willing to stay right there, by your side.

He understands hiding your true emotions, because well, he’s had to do it a lot around the other creeps and around his family when they were still alive. So he won’t ever push you to talk about somehting if you don’t want to, but he doesn’t want you to pretend to be okay either. He’s more than willing to just lay with you and do whatever you want if it would make you feel better.

He honestly likes how you have a southern accent at times, when he’s feeling upset or like his sanity is draining, your accent really soothes him so sometimes he’ll ask you to lay it on thick because he could honestly listen to you talk to him and listen to your accent all day if he wanted to.

It’s good that you like cigarette smoke because I canon this man smokes very often.

When it storms at night, he’ll always hold you close to him with a blanket and just listen to the storm sounds with you because it soothes him too. This man is really pent up from feeling driven to constantly murder and just sitting with you listening to the rain and thunder is one of the main things that level him.

He’s really not the best.... at cooking.... but, this means you can cook often for him since he won’t for himself. B)

He will just put you in a car and drive for hours to no destination and blast that 80s and 90s music just to see that smile on your face.

This man will 100000000000% destroy any spider within a 10 mile radius of you.

He understands not liking people who are fake because there were a lot of people who talked shit about him when he went to school, and when he has a problem with someone he will always say it to their face and make them understand that they’re a piece of shit to him.

NSFW:

You like being dominated and guided? Good, because this man is at least 95% a top. He thinks it’s adorable that you’re shy and will most definitely be willing to guide you through the whole thing and tell you exactly what to do for him.

Jeff is really possessive tbh, so when he’s fucking you he will constantly say shit like,

“Fucking mine”

“You’re nobody elses“

“You belong to me, only”

This man will definitely bite you everywhere, he lives to just throw you down onto the bed and start biting everywhere on your body and making sure to leave marks just so you know exactly who owns you.

Don’t worry honey, he will spend hours just filling you with his cock and telling you that you cant cum unless you beg more, or he’ll just pull out right when you’re about to cum on him and just slap your folds with his fingers as a way to make fun of you.

He’ll call you things like, “baby” “dollface” “darling” when he’s feeling passionate but oh boy if he’s feeling angry or he’s punishing you? Be prepared to be degraded all night.

There we go <3

Sorry if this is too long lmfao, I just think that Jeff is a really misunderstood piece of shit. I hope you’re having a great day and taking care of yourself, and I hope you enjoyed this matchup. :)

[shewillreadyou]

Retrospect for Life

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: Bree meets Emmett’s parents. Then her Dad meets them too. Will this end on a good note? A big Thank You to @secretaryunpaid​ for the preread.

Disclaimers: Most characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: Language and adult content.

Catch up: Ride or Die

Word Count: 3019 ish

Pairings: MC (Bree Hill) x OC (Emmett Perry)

Song inspiration: Retrospect for Life-Common

Be Kind: Hit the heart button, leave a comment or reblog. It makes a writer so so happy.​

She stood in the entryway of Emmett’s town-home with her mouth agape hoping that no one noticed the blush of her cheeks. His mother was the definition of youth and beauty. Not to mention his father, Emmett was a perfect mix of the two of them. It was clear where Emmett got his stunning good looks. 

“Mr. Perry, Mrs. Perry, the pleasure is all mine.”

“Mommy, since when do you just pop in on me?”

“Did he just call her Mommy?” she thought to herself.

“Since you’ve taken a serious lady friend that you haven’t introduced to us.”

“Em, where are your manners? Please, do come in,” Bree stepped aside, one arm wrapped around Emmett’s waist to welcome his parents.

“May I offer you something to drink?”

“She’s very well mannered as well, Nathaniel.”

“I can see that darling.”

“Thank you, we’ll have Perrier.”

Bree ducked into the kitchen trying to suppress the smile creeping across her face. 

“What a pretentious beverage. It’s even more telling that Emmett actually has that in stock,” she thought to herself. 

When she returned to the living room, Emmett had an unreadable look on his face. Bree turned on her most charming smile, noticing that Mr. Perry hadn’t taken his eye off of her. 

“So Bree, please sit.”

She sat. Suddenly feeling like she was on display. Emmett moved closer protectively placing his hand on her knee. 

“I was telling my parents that I’d like for them to meet your Dad the next time he is here.”

“That sounds like a great idea, Em. I’m sure he would be thrilled. Maybe we could all have dinner,” Bree said sheepishly.

“Dear, Emmett tells us that you are a BioChem major?” 

“Yes Ma’am, I have always been obsessed with science.”

“That’s quite the workload. I’m surprised you have time to entertain our son. Tell me, what do you plan to do with it?” Mr. Perry asked as he sipped his beverage.

“Yes Sir, It is quite the load, but Emmett is great at making sure I’m focused. I’ve toyed with doing something with forensics and possibly going to medical school.”

“A doctor? With manners and her own hair. Color me impressed. Emmett normally goes for girls who major in Art and share a brain with their roommates.”

Bree shared a giggle with his parents and the mood seemed to lighten considerably.

“This has been delightful. But, we must run. We have to check into our hotel before 3pm. Dinner reservations at Crave at 7. Don’t be late.”   

“Yes Ma’am,” Emmett didn’t hesitate. 

“It was good to meet you Bree, we’ll see you tonight,” Mr. Perry said, still never taking his eye off of her.

“Likewise.”

They headed out the front and Bree watched Mr. Perry as he opened the door to his silver S class Mercedes for his wife.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea that they would just show up like that.”

“It’s ok. I didn’t know that you had taken a serious lady friend. Maybe I should leave. I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong impression,” she said teasingly. Her eyes went wide and her hand demurely covered her mouth.

Emmett smiled, pulling her into his embrace. “I’m sorry. It’s been a minute. I got excited and told my Mom about you.” 

“And what exactly did you tell mommy?”

“Basically, that I have it bad. Now, do you have a nice dress to wear to dinner?”

“I should be able to come up with a little something.”

“Take my car. Pick me up by 6:30p?”

She smirked. “Are these baby mama benefits? I get to drive your Benz? What would Kira think?” she teased.

“You got jokes! You are having my baby. You can have my Benz and if you see Kira, wink at her for me.”

“Bye boy. You are trying to get me killed. See you at 6:30.”

She headed back to her dorm to shower, and wash her hair. She pulled her long wavy tresses back into a sleek ponytail. She only had a couple of options, so she chose her graduation dress. It was a black boat neck dress with a modest split in front. She paired it with black strappy heels, a small black clutch and gold accessories. 

She arrived at his place to pick him up she had packed another bag, warming to the idea of spending more time at his place. When he heard the garage door he opened the door and noticed her pulling the large duffel bag out of the trunk. 

“B, I’ll get it. I don’t want you lifting anything that’s heavy.”

“How do you think it got in here? I’m fine.”

He rushed over to the trunk and as he lifted the bag on to his shoulder he noticed her dress. She looked like a snack. He swallowed hard before licking his lips and biting the bottom lip. She looked over her shoulder at him. 

“You good?”

“Yeah, B.. uh, you.. you look--”

“Is it too much? I was trying to find something nice, that didn’t show too much skin.”

“No, I'm speechless. You look. WOW. I mean you look beautiful. I feel lucky to have you on my arm.”

“Oh Emmett, stop it. You’re gonna give me a big head. But thank you I guess it’s a far cry from the sweats and tees I’m normally in.”

He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her neck. 

“I mean I like the sweats too but, damn girl,” he ran his strong hand up her arm and she shivered.

She placed her glossy lips at his ear and whispered, “dinner, Emmett.”

 Dinner was fairly pleasant, more casual conversation, and getting to know one another. His mom was clearly impressed, but the jury was still out on the patriarch of the Perry family. Before they wrapped up the evening, the date was set for them to meet Mr. Hill. 

The two weeks passed quickly and before she knew it, she was picking her Daddy up from the airport.

“A Mercedes Benz? Where is the GTO?” 

“It’s in Emmett’s garage. He had to work an event this evening, so I just dropped him off on campus before I picked you up.”

“Do you normally drive his car?”

“Yes, he told me i’m his girlfriend.”

“You didn’t know that before? He’s kind of marked his territory.”

“Daddy?!?!” she laughed.

“How have you been? Do I need to start looking for jobs on the east coast?

“I’ve been good. I go to class everyday, I eat mostly at Emmett’s, he cooks healthy food and reminds me everyday to take my prenatal vitamins. I go to bed early, and I need naps frequently, but i’m ok.” 

An awkward silence fell over the car. She waited for him to speak instead he kept his eyes on his phone, texting furiously. 

“Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

 “Yeah, Babygirl. What’s up?”

“Why have you been so calm through all of this? I was expecting you to yell or disown me.”

“Well, I didn’t know if I would tell you this but, how old do you think your Mom would be now if she were still with us?”

“Let’s see, she was born in 82 so, what? 38?”

“Yes, now subtract your age from 38.”

She had always been great with numbers. Shock and realization washed over her face almost immediately. Her big brown eyes fell on her Daddy and before she could speak. 

“How could I be angry with you for doing the exact same thing that your mother and I did at your age?”

“But Mom had been a nurse for as long as I could remember.”

“Yes, you were four years old when she graduated from nursing school. We didn’t have the help that I am offering you. So, if you don’t finish what you came here to do then, I will be angry. You can do anything you put your mind to, no excuses.”

“I will Daddy, promise. But, about that. Emmett wants to keep the baby here in Langston with us. He’s probably right Daddy. Four months at a time is a really long time to be away from my baby.”

“Don’t get upset but, I told your Aunt Rhyan, she suggested a night nanny for me. I’m sure if you two decided to keep the baby here, we can find some help. I think that I can cover a nanny with my FSA account.”

“I’m not upset. Is she still in Boston? You know, Emmett’s family is from Boston. I will be calling her if--”

Her Daddy glared at her.

“I meant, when I go to medical school.”   

“Sounds good, now tell me about Emmett’s parents.”

“Oh, well they seem nice. I met them a few weeks ago. His Dad is a Kappa. He’s the owner of an engineering firm near Boston. I think he expects Emmett to take over one day. His Mom is really pretty. She is a partner at her accounting office. Emmett is really close with her. They talk everyday.”

“Interesting, what else do you know about his family?”

“Detective mode much? He has a brother at NYU and twin sisters.”

“I can’t help it. Where did his parents go for undergrad?”

“They both are Langston grads.”

“Hmm, do you have an address for them?”

“Daddy!” she warned as she pulled in front of his hotel. 

“You’re right I’ll find the address myself,” he said as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Behave, and we will pick you up right here at 6pm. I have to get to class.”

After class she picked Emmett up from his event and they went back to his place to get dressed for dinner at Oishii, a very upscale Asian restaurant. 

She chose an ivory one sleeved fitted dress that hit her right at the knee and he wore grey slacks, a crisp white button up and a black blazer. When she was dressed, she stood looking in the floor length mirror in the corner of his room. He watched from across the room before moving behind her and snaking one arm around her waist. His large hand rested on her abdomen as he sniffed her hair.

“What are you doing, creep?”

“You smell like dessert.”

“Really Em?”

“Yeah, and I feel sorry for this kid. Look at how good we look together.”

“You do look pretty tasty tonight,” she said as she walked out of the room.

“Girl, don’t write a check you aren’t prepared to cash,” he said as he followed her out of the room.

After picking up her Dad they headed to the restaurant for the 6:30 reservation.

“Mr. Perry, Mr. and Ms. Hill, your party has arrived and are waiting for you. Right this way.”

They follow a thin asian man to the center of the empty restaurant where the Perry’s were waiting with drinks and appetizers. They stood as Bree approached. Mrs. Perry pulled her in for a hug and kissed her on both cheeks.

“Oh Bree, you look simply ravishing in that dress. Emmett won’t be able to focus dear,” she giggled. 

“Thank you Ma’am, you are too kind.”

 “Mr. and Mrs. Perry, meet my Daddy, Detective Alvin Hill.”

“Detective Hill, it’s good to meet you brother,” Mr. Perry said as he offered his hand.

“Mr. Perry, Mrs. Perry, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Please, sit. Your daughter is one impressive young lady, you must be proud.”

“I am. Thank you. Likewise, I have been oddly impressed by your son as well. I’m usually not a fan of the boys my daughter chooses to consort with, but Emmett has been a breath of fresh air. Not to mention if my Babygirl is happy, then so am I.”

“So Dad, Detective Perry here is an UCLA grad. He and his late wife Alicia, were college sweethearts, like you and Mom.”

“And like you and Bree?” his Mom chimed in.

“Yeah Mommy, that would be a good look. Hopefully, she won’t dump me for the next charming guy who moves her into her dorm,” he said as he beamed at Bree and winks.

Just then a server comes with a plate of raw sushi and places it in front of Bree, and a plate of tempura in between Alvin and Emmett. Mr. Perry eyed Emmett suspiciously as he slid the plate of raw sushi in front of him. 

“Son, is there a problem?”

“No, no problem. Bree just doesn’t like raw sushi.”

A wave of nausea threatened to overtake her at the smell of the fish.

“If you will excuse me.” 

Bree stood and headed to the restroom. Emmett excused himself to check on her.

“So Mr. Perry, our children seem to be getting serious.”

“Please, call me Nate. And it would appear so. I believe that my son is quite taken with your lovely daughter. I assume that she is on birth control.”

“Why would you assume that? I would have assumed that you taught your son to use a rubber.”

“You know they are adults, and I would be naive to think that they aren’t being intimate. I’m just trying to protect my son.”

“Nathaniel, you are being quite presumptuous,” Mrs. Perry warned.

“My daughter doesn’t sleep around if that is what you are trying to insinuate.”

“Whoa, Dad tell me you are not sitting here discussing our sex life,” Emmett asked returning from the restroom.

 “Actually, he has quite a bit to say about my daughter.”

“Nathaniel, Emmett’s right. This is hardly an appropriate time to have this conversation,” Ella chimes in.

“Actually Mommy, while we are on the topic. Bree and I have some news.”

“News? What is it baby?”

“Mommy, Pops, we don’t know how else to tell you this, so I’ll just say it, Bree’s pregnant.”

Ella squealed. “I’m gonna be a Glam-ma?”

“Not so fast, Ella. How can you be sure you are the father, son?”

“Here we go. I am the father. I’m sure of it.”

“Like hell you are. I’d like a DNA test.”

“I thought you might say that.”

“Why? Because Bree here doesn’t know how to keep her knees together?”

Emmett reached into his suit coat producing a copy of the DNA results.

“Are you happy now?”

“No, I’m not happy to watch you throw your life away on a piece of tail.”

“Nathaniel Perry, you are OUT OF LINE! Apologize at once.”

“I will not, the girl is beneath us and so is her father.”

“You don’t mean that. He didn’t mean that!”

“You are entitled to your opinions but keep my daughter out of it.”

“Dad, you will not talk about her like that in my presence. This is not her fault. We both made a mistake. But ultimately, I didn’t protect her. In the heat of the moment, I chose not to wear a condom. Dad if you can’t see this for what it is, then I guess this conversation is over.”

“She is smart Emmett, think! She saw you as a meal ticket, and you fell into her trap.”

“Nathaniel, I can’t believe you. You would speak of the mother of your grandchild this way?”

Bree sat speechless as hot tears ran down her face. 

“Man, my daughter doesn’t need your money. We aren’t rich and we don’t all drive a Benz, but we are comfortable.” 

“Come on B. We should go.”

“Yeah Babygirl, let’s go before I catch a case out here in the sticks. Buying out this restaurant was a power move. But he’s playing checkers and I’m playing chess.”

“I’m coming with you. If I have to spend another moment in his presence I don’t know what I will do.”

Bree nodded as Emmett wrapped his arm around her waist and led her out to his car. 

Once inside, there was more awkward silence, as Emmett rubbed Bree’s knee, she struggled to steady her breathing. Her Daddy furiously texted on his phone, while Mrs. Perry searched for the words to comfort her.

“I know you were probably expecting me to be upset. But the truth is, me being upset wouldn’t help or change anything. You two are consenting adults and I’m gonna be a Glam-ma. This won’t be a walk in the park for you two, but your father and I will help as much as we can. You have to prioritize your education now.”

“Yeah Mommy. We appreciate it, but it didn’t seem like Dad got the memo. I can’t believe the things he said.” 

“He will come around. Also, he may have had a little too much to drink.”

“Yeah well, a drunken man’s words speak a sober man’s thoughts. It will be a minute before I can forgive him. He needs to apologize to Bree and her father. He was way out of line.”

“I do apologize for my husband's behavior, Alvin. I promise I don’t know what has gotten into him.”

 “Don’t worry about it Ella.”

“Babygirl, say something. Are you ok?”

“No, Daddy, I’m so sorry,all of this is my fault.” she sobbed.

“That fuckin’ bastard!”

“Emmett language!”

“I’m sorry Mommy, but I don’t care who he is, he doesn’t get to make Bree cry.”

Just then Ella’s phone rings. 

[This is Ella.]

[Ella, it’s me Nate. I’m down here at Langston Police Department. I got pulled over after pulling out of the parking lot of the restaurant. I was arrested and charged with a DUI. You have to come post my bail.]

[Ok, dear. I’ll be there when you are ready to apologize to Alvin, Bree and Emmett.]

[You have got to be kidding me, Ella.]

[Oh, what’s that dear? You’re still being unreasonable? What a shame. I guess I have to go now. I’ll check on you in the morning.]

Alvin’s phone chirped with a text message as they ended the call. 

** 1 Unread Message from Sgt. Massey**

 Done. Have a good night Detective. 

Alvin smiled placing his phone back into the inside pocket of his blazer.

“Checkmate motherfucker.”

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[sighingsiren-tales]

|A Theory pt 2|

GROUP: GOT7

GENRE: Smut, Angst, Pure unadulterated nonsense 

LENGTH: 3.6 K

Gif used below is not mine

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Part 6

Part 7 

Part 8

My eyes widened at Yugyeom’s words.

“E-excuse me?” I squeaked.

Yugyeom chuckled, burying his face in my neck.

“I didn’t stutter sweetheart” he whispered, heartedly kissing the side of my neck.

“So I raised a sex fiend is what you’re telling me?” Jinyoung tsked again while Yugyeom just chuckled.

“Sex fiend is a bit much hyung” Yugyeom spoke, his shy nature slipping through.

The whiplash with this boy was ridiculous.

“You have no damn right to talk about what’s too much after that” Jackson spoke up, dusting himself from off and standing up straight.

“What was this theory though?” Mark asked with an eyebrow raised.

Why did he have to fucking ask that? I felt my cheeks burn at the question and I began to fidget, lowering my gaze.

“Please. You’ve almost fucked the maknae in front of us and now you’re embarrassed? Really?” JB pointed out, obviously amused.

Yugyeom pulled me over to one of the couches where he sat down, pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist. He kissed my cheek sweetly and I had to tone down my heart’s exaggerated reaction so I wouldn’t over think his actions.

“Go on, talk” He encouraged gently.

“Is he seducing her?” Jinyoung asked incredulously.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Bambam exclaimed.

“Look we can discuss Yugyeom’s sex  preferences later. As for right now, answer the question princess” JB said, effectively turning the conversation back to me.

I ignored the slight raise in my pulse at the nickname best I could as I hid my face behind my mass of curls.

“Do I have to?” I whined.

I felt a hand brush my curls away from my neck, placing a kiss to the base of it. The tension from my body disappeared almost altogether but was immediately replaced by sexual frustration and longing. His lips were so close to my spot. A few inches down and I’d be done for. I barely registered Yugyeom’s low and breathy “please” as scenarios involving both my spine and a certain group of boys invaded my thoughts. In my blissed out state I began to talk.

“Yeah, okay. Well I, Yugyeom, cut that out” The feeling of him innocently playing with my curls was divine but I needed to focus on saying just enough while concentrating on not revealing too much and, with his hand in my curls, I knew I wouldn’t be able to censor myself. He chuckled, letting his hand drop back down to my waist gently.

“Okay. This is going to sound weird, so please don’t judge but I was talking to Jimin and Taehyung” I began but Jinyoung cut me off with a comment.

“This doesn’t even sound like it’s going to end well”.

“I meant she kissed us all, yes? I say it ended pretty damn well. Right babe?” Bambam spoke, sending me a playful wink.

“Continue beautiful”  Mark prompted.

I ignored the burn in my cheeks from the various nicknames and tried my best to continue without stuttering.

“And we got on the subject of you guys and well, uh, sex. So Jimin asked how do I think all of you would be…in bed” I let my gaze drop to the floor before continuing.

I started to squirm a bit out of sheer embarrassment but Yugyeom’s hands went firmly to my hips, effectively stopping me.

“Stop” He groaned.

“And here we fucking go again” Jaebum chuckled.

“You try having her moving like that on your lap and then you tell me how much self-restraint you have left” Yugyeom quipped.

“A-anyway” I began, letting them know I was still here and wanted to get this over with so I could just forget this embarrassment ever fucking happened and let my dream end on a happy note.

“I actually started, ah, thinking about it and Taehyung said you can figure out how a guy fucks by how he kisses. Jimin said I would never do something like that and…I sort of hinted that I would definitely be into it but could never really go through with it. This led to that and it ended up becoming a dare”.

When I finished there was silence for a few moments so I raised my head, my eyes meeting Mark’s first. There was a hint of a smirk on his lips as he watched me.

“So it was dare?” He asked slowly.

“Well, yes and no. I wanted to do it. I was just too shy to ask on my own. The dare gave me the push I needed I guess” I spoke as I nervously toyed with the ring on my finger.

“So you’ve thought about kissing us?” Bambam asked innocently.

“Yes. You can’t blame me. You are all so disrespectful” I groaned, standing up so I could pace, much to Yugyeom’s dismay.

“Disrespectful?” JB asked, obviously amused.

I groaned leaning my head against a wall and shutting my eyes.

“Yes. You’re all incredibly sexy and being frustrated to this extent and in this way doesn’t help”.

“So you’ve thought about us, like that?” Bambam asked, turning the conversation back around.

“How did you think each of us would be in bed babygirl?” Jackson’s question immediately followed Bambam’s.

“You just had to fucking ask?” I groaned, lightly hitting my forehead against the wall.

Yugyeom chuckled.

“I mean we do want to know. How do you think I’d be baby?” His words went straight to my core and I bit my lip to keep myself composed.

“I think we all have a good idea of how’d you be. Especially after that” Jaebum commented.

“Lucky for her, she’ll be the only one in this room with exact confirmation of how good I actually am” Yugyeom spoke lowly and I could practically see that small smirk on his damn face.

I groaned again at the insinuation of his words.

“Ignore them angel. Can you answer the question please?” Youngjae asked in a sweet voice.

I kept quiet, not really wanting to handle more embarrassment than absolutely necessary. I felt hands on my hips following my prolonged silence and I was pulled into a solid chest. I craned my head to see Jaebum behind me.

“No one has asked the most important question yet” Jaebum mused, his face dangerously close to my neck.

I raised an eyebrow, though he couldn’t see it.

“You have practically embarrassed me to no goddam end and somehow we haven’t asked the most important question?” I asked incredulously.

“Well” he inhaled sharply, pulling me completely off of the wall and against his frame.  

“This question doesn’t require a verbal answer so maybe that’s a bit of comfort” he said in a low sweet tone, pulling me closer to him, swaying slightly.

“This answer” Jaebum bit my neck, harshly causing a rush of heat to surge through my body and my head to fall back onto his shoulder.

“Is purely physical sweetheart”.

His voice was a low purr, calming and yet so alluring.

“In other words, how are you in bed baby?” Jackson’s voice was added to the mix once more.

Before I could answer, the man behind me spoke.

“How much you want to bet that princess here is a screamer?” he questioned, fingers playing with my curls absentmindedly.

“Definitely” Mark chuckled and I looked up in time to see him smirk.

“How would you know?” I asked with an eyebrow raised and a bit of confidence.

He answered so quickly, it made me suspicious. He had to know something that the others didn’t. He caught the suspicious look in my eye, winking playfully before he turned his attention elsewhere.

“Oh trust me, we can tell” Jinyoung answered, voice lowering and bringing me back to focus.

“I wonder what turns you on” Youngjae stared at me with a sweet smile.

“Really now?” I asked in a tone a bit darker.

Though it was a surprise, Youngjae’s surprising subtle confidence as well as sweet demeanor, helped to calm my nerves. Youngjae’s smile changed to a small smirk before he nodded, letting out a small ‘mhm’.

“Her hair is big turn on for her” Bambam blurted out.

I turned to him, eyes widening. Why in fucks name did he say that? How did he know that?

“Is that so?” Jinyoung mused.

“You like having your hair pulled angel?” Youngjae asked, with an amused smile playing at his lips.

“I’m not answering that” I immediately answered lowly.

I’ll be damned if I gave them self-incriminating evidence. It was silent for a moment before I felt a hand tangle itself in my curls and yank, pulling my head back. I let out a high pitched whine as I was now staring at Jaebum. A slow smile crossed his features.

“Answer your question Youngjae?” The man with a hand in my curls asked, turning his gaze to him and untangling his hand from my hair.

The man in question nodded before speaking.

“Also raises a few more”

“Like what else does she like” Yugyeom spoke from his position on the couch, leaning forward with forearms resting on his knees.

“You’re trying to get me fucked Bam” I groaned when Jaebum began subtly playing with my curls, his grip loosening significantly.

“And the issue with that is?” Mark asked with an eyebrow raised.

What the hell was even going on anymore? I should feel dirty, easy, like a slut. But I didn’t. I felt wanted, sexy and beyond horny. I was torn between feeling like I owed Taehyung and Jimin or killing them because this ordeal may very well kill me.

“Wait, Mark, how are you so sure she’s a screamer?” Jackson asked diverting the conversation back to Mark’s previous statement with a hint of suspicion in his tone.

Hell, I was suspicious too. How did Mark know? I racked my mind for all possible scenarios of how he could know that, all scenarios being ridiculously sexy but beyond frustrating. Mark chuckled, deep and gorgeous, before raising his head and meeting my eyes first. He knew that I was beyond confused, racking my brain for all possibilities. He bit his lip before speaking, teasing me with those damn bedroom eyes he was giving me.

“How do I know?” He repeated the question, pausing to push himself off of the table to make his way over to me.

“Well, I came home early one day. Thinking I could hopefully get some sleep but someone had other ideas”.

“Oh my motherfucking god” I groaned shutting my eyes in hopes that it would relieve the embarrassment I felt as the realization of what he was talking about clicked in my mind. Mark Tuan had fucking caught me? The universe wants me to die.

“So I walk in and I hear someone moan, loudly. A beautiful sound really. Now I’m walking around to find out who made the sound. And know what I find?”

I feel two fingers under my chin, tilting my head upwards so I can open my eyes to meet his. JB let go of my hips completely. Mark leaned down, his lips dangerously close to mine.

“This little one, legs spread with a hand between them. Head thrown back, hair still wet from a shower, that dark red towel stopping me from seeing everything I wanted to but what I saw was more than enough” his voice lowered a bit and I clenched my thighs again.

“Caught that” Yugyeom teased but I couldn’t even break eye contact with Mark to look at the maknae. Mark and I held eye contact, his bedroom eyes pretty much ensnaring me.

“You’re fucking kidding” Jinyoung spoke up.

Mark looked up at him, breaking eye contact and changing tactics to a physical hold on me, his arm going around my waist tightly.

“Am I really?” Mark paused.

“So how do I know that she can only take two fingers?”

I felt my cheeks burn at his statement. Must he recount every moment?

“Really?” JB asked with a darker tone and eyebrows raised from his stance next to Jinyoung.

Mark gave a small nod before he spoke again, this time looking back at me.

“But what I really couldn’t get out of my mind was the way she screamed when she came. She was so vocal, back arching up off the bed and her fingers, God, fucking drenched.” He finished his statement by taking my ear in between his perfect teeth.

“Mark” I whined, causing him to tighten his hold on my waist.

He chuckled, answering me with a dark and low “yes?”.

“Mind showing us?” Jaebum questioned with a playful smirk on his face.

I groaned and hid my face in Mark’s chest and he chuckled.

“What, shy now beautiful?” He asked.

Before I could even properly answer, he grabbed my curls and yanked back so I met his eyes again. He bit his lip when we locked eyes and his gaze dropped down to my neck. I let out a strangled moan as Mark leaned to to place a heated kiss on my neck.

“Good job on the hair thing Bambam” Jackson praised.

“Bambam h-how do  you even know about the fucking hair thing?” I stuttered, trying not to focus on Mark’s lips on my neck or his arm around me.

“Language angel” Youngjae chided before walking over to me, causing Mark to move from my neck and stand close behind me with his arms loosely around my frame. He stopped right in front of me, raising a hand and allowing a finger to trail down my lips slowly.

“I hear another curse come from those lips and you’ll be using that mouth for something else”.

What?

Did Youngjae just say that?

“Youngjae” Jinyoung spoke his name in a tone that was mixed with amusement and obvious surprise.

“Him too? First Yugyeom now Youngjae?” Jaebum asked,

“Oh please. We all knew about Yugyeom” I spoke in a low tone, surprising myself.

Mark even let go of me to look at me in surprise. Fuck they heard me.

“Oh?” Yugyeom questioned with a devious glint in his eyes.

“Is there something here that we don’t know about?” Jackson spoke.

“I swear if you two have been fucking on the low and haven’t told me, I’ll kill you both” Bambam whined loudly eliciting a huff and an “I wish” from Yugyeom.

Looking around the room, I was met with expectant faces and raised eyebrows.

“No, we’re not together like that” I spoke softly.

“But, Bambam said it earlier, we all know you don’t move your hips that well because you dance” I chuckled, attempting to relieve the tension.

“Wanna find out how well they can move?”.

“Fucking rabbits. The two of you” Jinyoung chuckled.

“Know anything else Bambam?”

Jackson questioned eagerly, diverting the conversation yet again.

I was snapped from my second small burst of confidence as I silently prayed to God he didn’t. Please. I cannot fucking handle anymore. I felt my body becoming more and more frustrated with how badly it was being teased and how badly it just wanted to cum by the second.

“Well, I know one other thing. Hyungs, move away from her for a second” Bambam asked.

Mark moved away from me and with a final sweet kiss to my lips, Youngjae, who never necessarily left my side since his comment, moved away from me as well. I watched Youngjae move away from me, letting his teeth catch his bottom lip before he finally broke my gaze. I had about 5 seconds before I comprehended what Bambam just said. What in hell else did he know about?

“Babe come here”

I looked toward Bambam and he raised an eyebrow, letting his head fall slightly.

“Well?” He questioned when I didn’t go to him immediately.

I hesitated for a moment before walking over slowly to him. He pulled me to his side, his arm going underneath my black oversized sweater and his hand pressing against the bare skin of my waist once I was within reach. The was varying reactions inside me were insane. My mind was struck with a mixture of fear and excitement, my blood heated and my body buzzed with the idea of finally being touched. As he skimmed the skin of my lower back, I froze. There was only one possible reason that he was near my back. He knew about the tattoo. My breath hitched at the realization. How does he fucking know about the tattoo? As if reading my thoughts, he began to speak.

“Ya know” he began, pulling me closer to his frame.

“You should really keep your voice down when talking to those two baby”.

With that his hand trailed up my back gently, careful not to touch any skin but the minute he reached the base of my neck all hell broke loose as he slowly trailed his finger down my back, tracing the tattooed korean letters along the length of my spine and arch of my back. My reaction was instantaneous, I threw my head back and let out a curse in the form of a loud moan followed by a whine of his name. But he didn’t let up, instead he moved his soft, plush lips to where my spine (and tattoo) began, giving a slow heated kiss to area, the same area Yugyeom would have been if his lips were an inch or two lower.

“Oh my god, Bam, please.” I whimpered.

I heard several intakes of breath.

“Well fuck” JB breathed a laugh.

“I bet you sound gorgeous when you beg” Jinyoung said off handedly.

“And just what in the hell was that?” Jackson asked with wide eyes.

My eyes widened and I scrambled away from Bambam who wore a proud smirk on his face.

“Gonna show them?” He teased.

“Show us what?” Jackson questioned, causing me to snap my head in his direction.

My hand instinctively went to where Bambam kissed, tenderly brushing my fingers over the slight raise of my skin because of the ink. Jackson walked up to me confidently, stopping a few inches from me.

“What did he just touch princess?” He asked gently, eyes clouded over with lust.

“My skin?” I squeaked hoping he would buy it.

Eliminating the space between us, he leaned down so his lips were a hair away from mine as his hands went to my hips.

“Try again” his voice taking on a husky tone.

“Jackson” I whined, trying to prompt him to drop it.

“As much as I love to hear my name coming from those pretty lips of yours, I want to give you a reason to say it” He muttered, a finger trailing down my lips.

The temptation was all too real as I felt a sudden surge of confidence rush through me. Taking the chance while I had it,  I took the tip of Jackson’s finger between my lips, sucking gently. He raised his eyebrows at the action, keeping eye contact as I released his finger.

“Oh so now you’re bold?” Mark commented playfully.

“Don’t do that” Jackson groaned, dropping his head to the crook of my neck.

“See, it’s things like that ends in you not being able to walk the next day” Jaebum spoke in a low voice.

“Angel, can we see?” Youngjae asked, redirecting the conversation back to what it stemmed from and sounding a bit more excited than I expected.

I felt the wetness between my legs actually soaking through my panties and I let out a breath to compose myself.

“We’ll take good care of you afterward baby. Just show us” Jackson said, brushing his lips against mine briefly.

I took a deep breath, nodding as I moved away from Jackson and more toward the center of the room. Turning toward Bambam and Jackson, I lifted the hem of the sweater and in one move it was up and over my head. I let it drop to the floor, lifting my curls slightly so they could see the entirety of the tattoo.

“God” I heard from Mark.

“You’re trying to fucking kill me” I heard Yugyeom groan.

Jackson walked around me to see what they were and I suddenly felt very exposed. But for some reason the emotion associated wasn’t embarrassment this time, but lust.

“A few years back I got this. I always wanted to get one and I didn’t want it readily visible so I settled for my spine. It hurt like a bitch but when it healed, it made the area highly sensitive”.

“That doesn’t explain how Bambam knows about it” Jinyoung’s came across.

“Well, since I never told Bam about it directly, he must’ve overheard when I told Taehyung and Jimin” I explained, my voice lower than I would have liked but the effect they were having on me was insane.

I raised my eyes to look at Bambam and his eyes darkened seeing as their gaze was fixated on my chest, which was concealed only by a thin white shirt and bra. When he raised his gaze to meet mine I raised my eyebrow slightly and bit down on my bottom lip as a way to keep my composure.

“You should see the way she’s looking at me right now. It’s like she’s begging for it” Bambam said in a low tone.

“It’s always the quiet ones” I heard Jinyoung chuckle before I felt warm fingers trailing down the length of the tattoo and I let out another loud moan, my head falling back onto someone’s shoulder.

“Is it really that sensitive?” Youngjae asked, voice much closer than I remember.

“Mhm. C-can you please refrain from d-doing that if you’re not prepared to deal with the aftermath?” I whined.

I felt hands grab my hips and pull me back into a solid chest and a very obvious arousal.

“Deal with the aftermath?” I heard Jaebum chuckle.

“Gladly”.