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darqx · 14 days

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HEEEY MACARENA (ALRIGHT!)

Here's some long overdue BP and HH asks :) I tend to combine the two since there's not as many as the RADs, so this starts with BP and then moves into HH/Gen qs.

MUAH ~ (I actually doodled this some time last year for fun and whimsy, based on those long mouth kiss meme pics XD)

A very quick overview of these types!

Vescordem: Maneaters/cannibals, excessively tall and strong.

Aleores: Minor dealmakers (goods and services). Jaw can unhinge and has venomous bite.

Sollicio: Major dealmakers - soul stealing ability. Often very good looking, has ichor powers.

Voxter: Ability to project 'thoughts' into someone else's mind - you ever have an intrusive thought? Same concept. All have a unique mark across the top part of their face.

Caumacies: Maneaters/cannibals, very strong. Has a third eye which sees only in heat vision - rarely opened simultaneously with normal eyes.

Hmm M or MA15 i think 🤔

You know, i actually have an idea for a game that has nothing to do with anything I'm currently doing XD One day i'll actually have time to make it, maybe. But anyway currently my actual project is i'm planning on making a comic \o/

I AM PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE that i have thumbnailed like 70 pages of this bloody thing and i'm still only in the first quarter of the planned chapters lol OTL Once i finish thumbing the chapter I'm on I plan to go back and render the pages properly before starting to post them :D

...which should hopefully give me a buffer as i repeat the process for the next chapters |D

You know, the concept of my characs being comfort characs for someone will never get old for me. It just tickles me pink ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ This answer will have two levels to it.

It's fine to RP or ask blog with Rire - he's one of my more "known" characs thanks to BTD so as long as credit is given (and it's made clear I'm not running the blog so it's not canon) then it's cool.

I'd prefer if no ask/RP blogs are created for any of my other BP or HH characs, as they are not as known yet. This may be revisited once i actually get the BP comic out but for now it's a no, sorry! (Though, if you are RPing in like...a private Discord with other friends who know who the characs are then I'm a bit more lenient with that.)

The reason for the BP/HH level is that ages ago when I had started establishing my own characs more, I randomly happened to find a forum where someone was RPing as Izm and .D but no one else knew who the characs were and so they clearly thought the RPer was the original artist and creator. Said RPer was not dissuading anyone of that notion. That has stuck with me for forever because at the time i never anticipated that someone would...actually try and do that with an OC. Like, bro srsly?!

One pet peeve for everyone:

.D: Willfully stupid people

Izm: .D smoking. He could care less if anyone else smokes but .D is not allowed on his watch

Marcus: Having decisions made for him without his input

Zeke: "How's the weather up there?"

Wei Ren: When people think he can't understand English cos he has an accent and so they deliberately speak slower and louder

Geez Caleb why are you damn RUDE

Here's one i prepared earlier! 😌

I'm not sure why you included Marcus as a demon, he's a human lol.

HH/More Gen

There are clubs which are created by students but need approval from the adults to exist.

HH is one of the better boarding schools which generally turn out successful alumni. The "obvious problems" we see are not actually obvious lol.

He doesn't need such manipulations.

Thanks! I hope you are inspired to go forth and create stuff! :D

One of the only perks of being a prefect at HH, really :d

Absolutely not lol

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4. These types of qs are always amusing to me only because you guys expect me to know but i absolutely do not XDD. Do normal people actually have a fave animal?? I dont even have a fave animal!! Anyway offshoot aside sorry that i can't even randomly assign anything, but if you are interested here is what they might be AS animals lol.

They actually don't have names because they were randomly designed NPCs i drew as like, placeholders |D;

Not including Rire or Nurse Isla:

.D is asexual, Izm is bisexual, and everyone else is straight probably. Caleb and Desmond are violently straight (as in Des is like very 90s stoner bro adamantly vocal about being straight and Caleb will actually try and break your neck for insinuating anything).

I have some female characs but I dont draw them that often as they are more side characs in BP and HH. The ones ive's drawn at least once are Isla (who looks like this, also doodled above), Tish (Des's sister) and Kenzie and Kelly (Zeke's sisters).

Every once in a blue moon i get an ask saying this but whenever i go to check nothing is wrong, so...nothing is wrong they do work |D; As the age old tech saying goes have you tried turning it off and on again? :d

Aren't those kind of things supposed to be...based on yourself??

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night walks: soaked

3.6k / creepy!joel miller x f!reader / night walks

Warnings: I8+ mdni, alcohol, dirty talk, grinding, jacking off, oral F receiving, unsafe P in V sex, creampie, angst. very brief ass play. drug references. impaired editing. Shoutouts: various anons & night walks asks and Qs including @selfproclaimed-moviecritic and @missannwinchester. Picks up from Morning After. Floor plan here. Can read alone I think.

A loud clap of thunder startles you awake. You sit up in Joel’s bed, untangling yourself from the sheets. Joel’s not there. There’s music coming from the other side of the basement, and the clink of weights. You look around for your clothes and remember they’re out there scattered around the couch. Great. You get out of bed, wrap the sheet around you, and sheepishly emerge from his bedroom. Joel counts down from five as he finishes bench pressing then racks the weight. He’s shirtless. He sits up and wipes his brow. He does a double-take when he sees you walk in, then looks you up and down with a twinkle in his eye.

“Lookin’ good,” he says.

You gather your clothes from around the couch and say “Just getting dressed.” Your phone is dead. “What time is it?”

“Hell if I know. Look perfect to me, pumpkin.” He doesn’t take his eyes off you. “Real life goddess.” Lightning flashes outside.

You sit down with your clothes in your hands and look away as he watches you get dressed. You’re too tired to care and your head hurts. There’s a loud clap of thunder as you pull your tank top on. Joel picks up his water bottle and takes a swig, then puts it down and stands up to stretch. You pull your sweatpants on under the bed sheet. He walks around the couch and you do your best not to ogle his glistening body, dressed only in shorts. You start putting on your shoes and the fridge opens behind you.

“Hair of the dog?” Glass bottles slide out and clink against each other.

“Nah, I gotta go.”

“In this mess?” he asks as thunder rumbles. The blinds are pulled up on one window now and it looks pitch black outside. “Didn’t ya walk here? Gonna get soaked.”

He comes back with two beers and hands you one. He also brings cold pizza.

“Seriously, what time is it?”

He looks back to the kitchenette. “Four somethin’.” Shit, no wonder you’re hungry.

“Thanks.” You bite into a slice of pizza first, then take a sip of your beer.

“Attagirl. Let’s watch somethin’ while this clears up, hmm?” He turns on Netflix. His recently watched list is mostly action movies and nature documentaries.

You slide your shoes back off and ask, “You like animals?” You’re wondering if it’s his own Netflix history or someone else’s.

“Hell yeah, who doesn’t?”

You raise your eyes in surprise and nod. “Got a favorite?” Thunder crashes.

His face gets serious and he exhales like it’s a really difficult question. “Well shit, can’t pick just one. But big cats are cool as hell. D’you know leopards are basically nocturnal?”

He hands you the remote control. Not really caring what you watch, you idly click on the #1 trending: You.

“Oh, not this creep again,” he says and leans back with an exaggerated eye roll. “Addicting, though, ain’t it?” He looks at you, takes a sip of beer, and rests his hand on his inner thigh. You put on Narcos.

You watch a few episodes and have a couple of beers as it storms outside. At some point, you bring your legs up on the couch and he coaxes your feet in his lap. He massages your feet. You don’t talk much, and when you do, it’s nothing serious. But it’s still the most talking you’ve ever done. You mostly discuss different shows and the neighborhood.

“Why haven’t I seen ya at the pool before?” he asks.

“First summer here,” you say.

“Wanna go sometime?”

“I dunno,” you say. “Don’t like the sun much.”

“Oh hell no, not in the day,” he laughs. “They don’t lock the gate at night.” He winks at you and gives your foot a squeeze, running his other hand up your calf to massage it. He lowers his voice and adds, “We could go any night ya want.”

There’s a long moment of silence. He takes a deep breath as he kneads your calf and watches you watch TV. His face darkens. You have to assume you’re both thinking about the same thing - the pool at night. Joel scoots closer to you on the couch and pulls your calves into his lap. His cock hardens against your leg through his thin sweatshorts. Then he gently bends your closest knee to make room for himself. He gets between your legs and slowly lunges toward you, laying the bulge in his shorts against the crotch of your pants.

“Any night ya want,” he repeats, then brings his mouth to your neck. He kisses and lightly sucks your delicate skin and gently presses his hard length against you. Then he kisses you on the mouth. He tastes like beer. He puts his forearms down either side of you and slowly thrusts against you. He kisses you on the neck again, then murmurs, “my turn,” behind your ear. “Show ya what this mouth can do.” You have flashbacks to the blow job you gave him the night before.

Joel makes his way down your body and hooks his fingers into your sweatpants. As he brings the waistband down, he kisses the crease of your thigh and you squirm uncomfortably. “I’ll take your word for it,” you say somewhat cruelly as he plants a wet kiss just above your mound. The truth is you already know, from the restaurant bathroom.

He pauses. “What’samatter, pumpkin?”

“I just feel so dirty,” you admit.

He smirks and opens his mouth to say something predictable, but you cut him off.

“Physically dirty. I need a shower.”

He pauses.

“So take one,” he offers. He sits back and extends his hand to help you up. You hesitate and he raises his eyebrows at you. “Why not? We got time. Shit, I could use one, too.”

You swallow hesitantly. Showering with him? Far too intimate. First you end up in his bed, then his shower, all in the same 24 hours?

He seems to read your mind and clarifies, “Ladies first.” The storm isn’t letting up. You don't have anything to lose and definitely need a shower.

The back of his bathroom has a frosted window and a free-standing shower with no door and a drain on the floor. The ceramic tiles of the wall are dark peach with one row of black just below the window. The ledge of the window holds the soap, body wash, and shampoo.

“Faucet's kinda weird,” he says. “I’ll get it started.” Your eyes scan his bare back as he turns on the shower for you, standing out of the way of the water but getting lightly sprayed by tiny droplets. The water is loud. He has a couple of small tattoos you don’t remember seeing before. They look abstract from what you can tell, but they’re faded and the lines are blurred from age.

“Guessin’ you like it hot,” he says and turns the dial. He gets a towel and hangs it on a hook for you.

“Thanks.” You stand there awkwardly waiting for him to leave.

“Mmm hmm.” He hesitates by the door to his bedroom, a few feet away from you with his arms crossed. He checks you out, then uncrosses his arms and abruptly steps forward into your space. He grabs your ass and pulls you into him, your hips meeting his. He grinds himself into you again, sending a fresh pang of desire through you. He kisses your mouth, then your neck, and sucks your earlobe. He grabs the hem of your shirt from behind and takes it off, discarding your tank top. Then he slides his palms into your pants, leaving his thumbs hooked outside your waistband. He takes your pants down, dropping them to the floor as he grabs your bare ass cheeks and pulls you harder into him, his clothed hardness pressing into your naked front.

Steam billows over from the water. He goes to check the temp, his tented shorts getting sprayed again. His back muscles are a sight to behold. They flex gracefully under his skin with every movement. He must spend half his time working out. He checks the water and mutters, “Alllriiight.” You step toward the water. He turns and looks. “God damn, pumpkin,” he says as he shamelessly observes your naked body head on.

“Shut up,” you whisper to the ground and cross your arms. Lightning flashes outside. Your parents always told you not to shower in a storm. It’s exciting, somehow. "I'll be quick," you say.

"Take your time," he mutters and slowly walks backwards, palming himself as he takes in your form again. You watch over your shoulder as he disappears into his bedroom. You imagine he’s about to jack off. If you’re honest with yourself, you’d rather he wait for you.

You turn down the heat a little and examine his array of products in the frosted window, briefly distracted by the silhouette of your reflection. You soap up your body, starting with your shoulders and back, probably using way too much shower gel. You close your eyes and inhale deeply as your hands slide over your body and your nostrils fill with Joel’s aroma.

You open your eyes to see two silhouettes in the reflection and your breath hitches as they combine into one. Joel’s strong arms wrap around you from behind. He wordlessly gropes a soapy breast and presses his naked, rock-hard length into your back side, sliding his other hand across and down your stomach for leverage. He grunts, “Mm” as he presses his cock against you. His voice is low and smooth as he mutters, “Filthy, aren’t we?”

His hands slide down your waist to your thighs. His stiff cock shifting against you makes you weak in the knees. He presses it against you again. It swells and you moan softly.

“Yeahh, that’s my dirty girl."

You start to warn him, “Joel-” He bends his knees, putting his hands on your hips. “Don’t let me fall,” you say. you're still covered in lather.

As he slowly stands up straight again, he drags his hands and cock up your slippery body and runs his closed mouth up your neck to the back of your ear. “Nothin’ wild in here, baby,” he murmurs. "We’ll get clean together. . . ‘fore we get real dirty.” His voice echoes low and sexy. You breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing the perils of getting soap somewhere you wouldn't want to.

He plants a kiss on your jaw and uses his hand to bring your mouth toward his. You turn around to face him. His lips press into yours as his arms wrap around you again, your tits pressing into his chest. He looks a lot different with his hair somewhat wet. Sexy in a new way. He reaches his long arms down and squeezes both your thighs below your ass, then slides his hand up your crack and grabs a cheek with an, “mm” into your mouth.

You drape your arms around his neck. He works his hands up your back, massaging what’s left of the lather into you, and slides his hands through your underarms on the way to your breasts. Your nipples pucker under his palms as he massages your breasts from the front and watches a small trail of bubbles slide down between them. “Fuck me,” he breathes. He looks up at your eyes, then turns you around again.

He brings you you both directly under the water again. He rinses your back, then gets your breasts again from behind, pressing gently against your ass with his cock as stiff as ever. “You’re gorgeous, pumpkin.”

“Thanks,” you whisper and begin to rinse your own body. The sight of your own hands gliding across your skin is something he has to see. You turn to face him and he’s covered with your lather, from his light chest hair down past his happy trail to his slippery cock. He watches you darkly, and begins to slowly stroke his raging erection. You reach down and grab it. His lips part.

“You’re always ready, aren’t you?” you ask.

“For you? Hell yeah.”

You stroke him gently, assuming he would stop you if it was a bad idea. He doesn't. His grunts and sighs echo off the tile. “All yours, baby,” he murmurs. He puts his hands around your waist and watches as his hips thrust into your fist. When he’s about to come, he says, “Guess anywhere goes?” taking his cock from you. He points it at your stomach.

To hell with it. You kneel down. “Tits,” you say.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” He breathes audibly and you watch tension spread across his face. Then he shoots a huge load all over your chest with a long groan that echoes and makes you ache for him.

He helps you to your feet. “Still need my head between those legs, baby.”

“Do you mind if I, uh-” you look down at the cum on your chest.

“Sure, pumpkin.” He quickly washes and rinses himself, and gives you a light slap on the ass as he steps out to let you finish bathing.

You dry off, wipe the mirror with your hand, and use his mouthwash. Then you step into his bedroom with a towel wrapped around you, tucked under your armpits. His hair is fluffier again. He has on pj pants but still no shirt. He sits down on the edge of the bed and looks up at you, captivated. He murmurs, "c'mere," and spreads his knees. You stand between his knees and he unfastens your towel, letting it drop around your feet. “So fuckin’ hot,” he whispers, his eyelids heavy as though hypnotized by your body. “How ya keep your hands off yourself, hmm? Body like this.”

He takes your breast in his mouth and closes his eyes as he sucks at your nipple and palms the other one. He moans, "Mm," into your mouth. He releases your breast and gently pulls you by the hamstrings toward his lap. You straddle him. Your naked cunt dampens his pants as you meet his warm package, already semi-hard again.

Fuck, it’s all you want. You can’t get enough of it. Watching him jack off only made you want it more.

He lies back on the bed, taking you with him then rolls over so he’s on top of you. He slowly kisses his way down your naked body, his lips brushing away the remaining water droplets in your cleavage and belly button. Between your legs, it's even slicker than before the shower.

He slides off the bed and kneels on the floor at the foot of it. He pulls you by your thighs so his head is right between your naked legs. “God damn, you got the juiciest pussy,” he whispers right to it. He plants his nose at your entrance then drags it upward, slickening your clit before digging into your cunt with his tongue and lips. He moans and grunts as he devours you. When he thrusts his tongue into you, all you can think about is his cock and how bad you want it.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Joel,” you say.

He looks up at you from between your legs but doesn’t stop. He knows you’re enjoying it, why should he?

“Stop,” you say. “Come up here.”

He knows what you want. You can see it in his eyes. He rests his head on your inner thigh and asks with puppy dog eyes, “Why? Don’t like it?” He knows you do.

“It’s not what I want.”

“What do you want?”

“I think you know what I want.” Your hips lift and your legs try to lift him toward you by his underarms.

“Hell yeah, I do,” he says and palms himself. “But lemme hear it, baby. Just this once.” He plants a kiss on your clit and swirls his tongue, looking up at you.

You sigh. “I want your cock.”

“Damn right,” he says and takes his pants off. He takes his time making his way back up your body. Far too much time when you’re desperate to be filled.

“Jesus, give it to me,” you beg.

“Ohh, I’ll give it to ya,” he says. He reaches down and fingers you, then nudges your asshole, using your slick to push the top section of one digit inside.

You gasp.

“Ya like that?” he asks.

You moan softly. “God, I just want you inside me,” you beg.

“Yeah, baby.” He removes his fingers and uses his other hand to drag the head of his cock through your slick.

“Now,” you whisper and grab his wrist, stopping him with the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Yeah, baby.”

He presses forward and nestles his cock for entry. “Yeah,” you nod. "Now."

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes.

When your bodies are aligned, the clean skin of his stomach against yours is a feeling you didn’t realize you needed so badly.

He shoves his length into you with a grunt. You moan softly as your body accepts him, then you bite your lip.

“Don’t hold back on me now, sugar,” he murmurs, staring down at you darkly. “Tell me what ya want.”

“Fuck me,” you say.

He smirks and backs up enough to slam into you again, watching your mouth fall open with his girth. He retreats once again and slowly fills you to the brim. Too slowly. Then he slams into you again and slowly backs up. You moan unrestrained and wrap your legs around him, using all your leg strength to pull him closer into you.

“Fuck me, really fuck me,” you beg him, “Faster,” you say.

“Think about it all the time, don’t ya,” he says as he continues fucking you slowly.

You nod.

“Hell yeah,” he says as he moves his hips and buries his cock inside you, accelerating but barely.

“All the time,” you say, and he speeds up a little more. “Fuck me,” you beg him.

“Yeah, I’ll fuck ya,” he whispers, and finally he does.

He rails you at a perfect rhythm. He watches your tits bounce, occasionally dipping his head for a taste of your skin. He plants his mouth on your neck and marks you. It barely takes any time at all until your spine is arching and he’s saying “yeah, come for me, baby.”

As you see stars and flutter around him, he says, “God damn you look hot when you come on this cock." He fucks you through it and doesn't stop. "So damn hot," he repeats. A minute later he bottoms out with a shudder and pulses into you. It isn’t as much as usual given that he just emptied himself in the shower but his stamina sure is impressive for his age. He rolls over and lies on his back next to you.

“That’s where it’s at, baby,” he pants. “All about communication.” He goes to the bathroom and washes up then pulls on his pajama pants. He goes back out to the couch while you get dressed again. You're too physically satisfied to feel bad about asking for it.

When you join him on the couch, he’s gotten the weed box out and he’s rolling a joint.

“Not for me,” you say. “I should really go.”

“Still rainin’,” he says.

“Barely,” you shrug.

He looks at you and nods. “Alright, pumpkin. ‘Least lemme give you a ride.” He squeezes your thigh and stands up.

He stops his car in front of your house and your aunt comes to the window then walks away. Joel sees her and sighs.

“What?” you ask him.

“Nothin’. See ya around, pumpkin.” You go around to the basement entry.

Your Aunt knocks on the basement door soon after you’re inside.

“Was that Joel Miller dropping you off?” she asks.

“Why?” you ask. Her eyes fall on your neck and you cover it casually.

“Oh, honey,” she says. Then she just shakes her head. “That man is trouble. He’s probably shagged half the neighborhood.”

It’s just gossip, but your heart still drops. “He was giving me a ride.”

She looks at you skeptically. “A ride from the back of the neighborhood?”

You don’t have an answer. “How do you know that for sure about him?”

She puffs out her cheeks and exhales. “Guess I don’t. Ask anyone, though. He’s got them coming and going at all hours.”

You swallow, waiting for her to say something else, then say, “We’re just friends. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”

“Just be careful, honey.” She starts to go back up the stairs then comes back down. "Actually yeah, there's someone your uncle wants introduce you to. Real nice boy he works with."

"Uh - okay," you stammer.

"Great," she nods, "I'll tell him." Then she finally leaves you alone.

You have a lot of questions you don’t want to ask. You know Joel’s not a good guy. The last thing you should do is get more entangled with him. You're not thinking with a clear head and you know it.

You lay down on your bed, exhausted, and plug in your phone. When it turns on, it chimes with a text from a new number. The text on your lock screen says “Hate me ‘cause they ain’t me.” You roll your eyes and crack a a smile. Sounds like Joel knew what your aunt would say to you. At least he’s aware of his reputation? Is that a good thing? How does he have your number?

You open the text, trying to think of what to say. There’s an earlier message from him. It's from overnight - a topless photo of you. You remember now - he said you should see how hot you looked. You posed for him and gave him your number to send it.

Thank you so much for reading and engaging!

All Joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea @evyiione @xdaddysprincessxx @queerly-anxious @chernayawidow @ambassadortotrilliusprime @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @jasminespringtime @romanarose @fandomsfallnomore @djarinxore @lokanda @blackvelveteen1339 @manazo @wolvesandvampires @taeslarityy @str84pedro @kyloispunk @filthfairy @fieryglutenfreechickennoodles @harriedandharassed @moonlightdivine @worhols @fan-fiction-floozy @cutesyscreenname @weddingfairy @pedropascal-whore @spideysimpossiblegirl @feministfanboi @gracieispunk @prettypartyfavor

NW: @tehweeana@ele-meno-p@swedishscumfuck

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