#yes I like ICP

[itsnotillegalyet07]

Brainrot.

ICP turtles be upon ye.

[zombzgutzz]

what if........i was a zombie.........in real life................and it was COOL.........................

[epicwin64]

Suddenly it makes sense as to why I love trios of characters so much

[kn95-blog]

the world is mob's

[earmo-imni]

I cannot listen to Insane Clown Posse (I am extremely picky about rap and also just don’t enjoy extreme gore) but goddamn if I’m not a little obsessed with juggalo subculture.

[glitch-1983]

okay so. I’m learning japanese right? and. and we have worksheets and practice right. fairly simple questions like “what’s in texas” and “what’s above the bookshelf in this photo” etc etc. one of the questions was “What famous person is in Washington DC?” And. And my first though. MY FIRST. GOD DAMN. THOUGHT. was. motherfucking. ICP. yes those guys. yes because of homestuck. and then it hit me.

what the hell am i thinking?????????

ICP IS NOT IN THE WHITE HOUSE YOU GOD DAMN HOMESTUCK ASSHOLE

[shroomje]

The Angel That Calls Me Hers ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon Riley x Original Female Character

Loosely unspired by: "In My Room" By ICP

Quick description: Simon is in love with an unknown entity of a woman who takes care of him. This man is an absolute simp for her.

Warnings: mentions of neglect from family, sorta just fluffy and maybe ever so slightly angsty, its not written very well and i kinda just wrote without editing so🤷🏻‍♀️

He doesn't even know who she is, or rather, what she is. She appeared in his room one night, and she never let him go.

She sat as pretty as ever on his bed, her moon-white hair drapped carelessly over his black cotton pillow.

Her bright blue eyes were doe-like and wide, and her lips were pink, pouty, and heartshaped. She was like porcelain. Her skin was soft and pale blue, but shadowed a darker blue on the edges.

The girls arms were resting on her chest, her long, dexterous fingers twiddled with her necklace, a small gold locket.

She was dressed in a long, nearly-see-through white dress made of some sort of chiffon. She looked like an angel. She had to be an angel.

Simon walked into his room, scoffing in annoyance, already taking off some of his gear and throwing it to the side of the room before he noticed the woman lying in his bed. His mood instantly changed.

"Hello Simon." The woman perked up, leaning up to rest on her arms set behind her. "Im glad you're safe. I was worried about you. I dont like it when people hurt you."

"You're real?" Ghost stepped closer. "I thought i had dreamed you."

"A dream doesn't make me any less real Simon. You should know that." The girl stood up, walking carefullt to Ghost until she was in front of him.

"My sweet boy, you've been through so much." she started taking off his gear, and then his vest, and then his jacket. "Your family was so horrible to you. The people supposed to love you were evil"

"You dont need to worry anymore Simon, ill never let them hurt you. Anybody who tries to take you from me will perish." Ghost couldn't keep his eyes off her. She felt so much more lifelike when he saw her in the sunlight.

"You're really real." Ghost raised a hand to touch her cheek, as if he could barely believe she was standing in front of him. He noticed how cold she was, like she had just run her hand under ice water. Despite that, he held her cheek in his hands, almost melting as she tilted into his hold and held his hand to her face.

Ghost was lost in her eyes, and he knew if she asked, he would do anything she wanted. "We need to clean you up, Simon." She led him over to the bed and sat him down.

She started taking off his helmet, then his mask, turning away to put both things away. "Whats your name?" She turned around swiftly.

"What do you want my name to be?"

"I want your name. I know you have one." She walked closer to him again, sliding off his balaclava and taking his face in her hands, giving a smile that could only be described as caring and love-filled.

"Simon, if i tell you my name, you'll be tied to me for all eternity. When you die, I'll find you, and I'll never let you go. You dont want that."

"Yes, i do." His words were quick, barely letting her finish before he spoke. "You've already claimed me. You've told me im yours, and i am, please." His voice was quiet, and he was practically whimpering.

"You'd be giving your soul to me, and you dont know anything about me." she tried to make him see reason, but he had made up his mind already. She was real, and he would do anything for her

"Please," he whimpered, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "i can't lose you. Now that i finally have you."

The woman sighed and kissed his forehead, prolonging the kiss for seconds longer than necessary. "I'll tell you tomorrow." She stood up, raked her fingers through his hair, and kissed his forehead again, this time briefly. "For tonight, let me take care of you. You've gone too long without someone to take care of you, and now you're mine, so that wont work anymore."

And then she got to work, she combed Simon's hair, and she made sure he dressed in more comfortable clothes. She made sure he had eaten, and then they laid in bed together, him lying on her chest, face nestled inbetween her breasts, and her hands in his hair, gently playing with the fluffy blonde strands.

He was hers, nobody could ever take him from her.

[viidemoo]

Juggalo Juice

Art the Clown x Juggalo! Reader

An: I was listening to icp and got the best idea ever 🙏🏻🙏🏻 before you read I just want to say that yes I am fully aware Juggalos are not like how they are depicted in icp songs. Real juggalos are just music fans, some of the kindest people you’ll meet, and a family. For the sake of this post though, the reader is gonna act in ways that most songs say Juggalos act

Art walked down an empty alleyway toward the Main Street, his garbage bag dragging behind him. It was after the sun had gone down so he didn’t expect to see many people. However if he did Art already had their fate planned out. As he turned the corner he saw someone, someone interesting. You. You had just walked out of the small convenience store with a bottle of candy apple Faygo. Your makeup wasn’t new to Art, but it wasn’t even close to Halloween yet. So why’d you have it on?

Art continued to stare at the person who resembled him in a few ways. After a little too long you finally saw him. You gave him a smile, and Art took that as an invitation to come “talk” to you. “Oh, um hello” you said, keeping that smile on your face. Art wiggled his fingers at you in response. He pointed at your face then gave you a big thumbs up with an even bigger toothy smile. “Oh my makeup? Thanks dude”

That small interaction would change the course of your life.

The two of you had been going out, if you could even call it that, for almost a year now. Art never once thought he would find someone like you (not that he was looking but still). Someone who also has the appearance of a clown? And can be just as violent at time? You were absolutely perfect!

It was finally Halloween again. Art had the most romantic date he could think of planned out. Going around and killing a few people! You both left his hideout looking for some victims. Art liked to kill anyone his eyes looked upon, you on the other hand would rather kill people who were doing wrong. You made an exception for art on this day though.

Finally you two found a person. Some random man smoking and seemingly a bit drunk leaning against the wall of a building. “Is he up to your standards?” You jokingly said to Art. He smiled and put his pointer finger to his cheek twisting it bashfully. After he stopped he put that same finger in front of your face, telling you to wait. Art reached into his bag which seemed to fit infinite items and pulled out an axe, your axe. He was letting start the night of killing, aww! Art walked up to the man, trying to distract him. Only after a few seconds the guy started to get upset with Art and his strange behavior, leaning off the wall to be face to face with Art. “look dude I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing right now but you pissing me the fuck off.” Art looked at the man shyly, that expression quickly changing to a big smile as he saw you behind the man with your axe, cutting the man’s head clean off.

8 was the total for the night. 8 body’s means a lot of blood, and the 2 of you were drenched. That didn’t stop the 2 of you from walking into a familiar convenience store, going to the drink isle, and picking up a bottle of candy apple Faygo.

[hdhdgsgs]

Karma who is constantly visited by a shy little succubus … (inspired by this fic) 😳

Theme music: In My Room - ICP

This one was pretty difficult and I’m not sure why, it just took so much out of me but I’m pretty happy with the way it came out, you didn’t specify a gender so I went by the other fic’s guidelines :)

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Karma was laying in his room, sun shined through his blinds, most would say the day brought light and opportunity but to him night couldn’t come fast enough. A beautiful demon was waiting for him to fall asleep in the luxury bed Karma owned, bought by the day-trader parents that ignored his existence most of the time.

So when the light streaming in from his curtains began dimming, all Karma felt was anticipation, lust and a tiny bit of fear -not that he’d ever admit it-. Before the situation he was in ever started he had a time schedule for when to sleep, brush his teeth, get up and study, now just the thought of doing anything else other than finally shutting his eyes was unthinkable, not because of his need to sleep but because of you.

The sounds that filled the air radiated a sense of deja vu, just like always when he meets you. Once again his eyes fell upon a beautiful succubus, horns upon your head and lingerie that covered your figure, as carnal to her existence as the skin on your body. “You look as amazing as ever.” The demon in question became flustered in response to his words.

He walked towards you, “I was waiting all day for this y’know. To ravage you.” Your body shook with fear and excitement as he gripped your hips, pulling you towards him. “You are so fucking beautiful-“ a rough kissed was exchanged “-as usual; my beautiful, little, whore.”

“K-Karma…” A single finger was held to your lips from the man in question, “shhh, the only thing I want to hear from that pretty mouth is moans, am I understood?” You nodded your head slowly looking into his eyes. “Good girl, now lay yourself on my bed.” Instead of waiting for obedience he chose to push you.

He hovered over you domineeringly loving the look you gave him, I mean sure you’re a succubus but this was just too good, too hot for him to handle. Pushing your panties to the side he pushed a finger inside. A loud moan ripped itself from you as his long finger pressed against the deepest part inside you. “So wet haha, all for me? That’s pathetically cute.” He curled his finger.

Repeating his previous actions he added another finger, enjoying the noises you made. “Good girl, don’t hold back for me okay?” Continuing he fastens his pace, “okay?” He repeated. “Please karma, I- yes, okay I- I won’t.” Karma chuckled lowly and went to where he knew he could hit you where it hurts.

“Oh fuck! Karma, please- I can’t, I’m gonna cum.” Once again that alluring laugh filled your ears. “Go ahead for me, paint my fucking fingers with your juices.” He basically ripped the orgasm from your body as he spoke, loving every second of it.

“Now it’s time for you to service me baby.” He got up and ripped his clothes off as fast as he could, crawled on top of you and smirked as he lined himself up with your pussy, waisting no time with any more foreplay. “3, 2- oops” he thrusted at 2 and didn’t stop there, continuously thrusting at such a pace you thought he just might be the demon.

As such your orgasm was already approaching and fast, the rollercoaster like feeling was so intense all you could think about was him as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “—rma, p-please~ fuck, I, I can’t I need to, I need you.”

“F-fuck, I tell you what- hah~ if you make me fill you up with my seed I’ll let you cum. How does that sound princess?” His words are so sweet yet the thought of his mentioned actions brought a strong urge deep in your core. “Good, please I’m begging you, f-fill this slut to the brim.”

At your words he grinned maniacally and bit your neck harshly, rutting with all he had in him, as he got closer he wanted more, more of you, so he landed on making out though it was more like he was sucking the moans up to your throat with his mouth.

It came quick, even as the slick cum covered your walls he kept going, moving his fingers down to please your clit and once again enticing an orgasm of which he thoroughly enjoyed. “I- I love you baby, so much.”

So he cuddled you until the break of dawn at which he knew you had to leave, with one last kiss to his cheek he awoke and started getting ready for the day again, waiting impatiently for night to arrive once again.

[maiden-of-rats]

🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Head-cannons (Jeff the Killer)

DISCLAIMERS!!!: 

All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)

I am very new to writing on tumblr

There will be generally dark themes in my work 

I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  

Jeff The Killer/ Jeffery Allen Woods

Burn markings to not become apparent on his face till the peak of his cheekbones

The worst burn scars are on his back and neck 

His hair is naturally straight and black, reaches mid-back

He was sickly pale even before his incident (My story is different than the original)

He is White (Norwegian/Finnish/British) 

Pupils are a icy blue 

He has anger issues (like the diagnosed kind, not the excuse to be a jerk)

He means well (before the incident)

6’1(185cm) in height 

Tall lean build with a prominent collar bone

He is a metal head (But also enjoys ICP)

He is typically found in  a band shirt with the sleeves torn off; black, ripped skinny jeans with chains attached (Unconventional but intimidating); several bracelets adorning his wrists 

He has several injuries on his wrist the bracelets poorly cover up, most are healed

His voice sounds similarly to Peter Steele 

HE HAS EYELIDS and a nose 

He has nice hands

When he cut his iconic smile, he cut to deep, to the point his jaw clung to his face loosely 

His injury has healed normally but has left a very apparent scar  

He offend curses 

PHOTO COMING SOON!!

[fetish4juggalos]

Please I desperately need jerome and jeremiah with s/o's who are juggalos (preferably post scary jeremiah he just so scrumptious) I think about this so often it's not even funny...lol<3

Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska with a juggalo/juggalette s/o

omggg yes yes yes this idea has me foaming at the mouth bro it’s so perfect :3 thank u thank u thank u also by post Jeremiah i didn’t know whether you met post laughing gas or post acid so i did post laughing gas but i can do a separate post for both pre laughing gas and post acid :>

I apologize in advance for spelling and grammatical errors

Jerome Valeska

This idea is so perfect for both pre-death and post-death jerome it’s not even funny

He’s in love with you especially since his entire following is made up of mostly people in the scene (people who are into alternative fashion and music) so you fit the bill perfectly

Jerome isn’t an active music listener but introducing him to icp will open up an entire new world for him

Icp’s music consists of a lot of carnival-esque and violent themes which he can resonate with a lot

It also helps if you’re in the business of crime seeing as juggalo makeup cannot be accurately read by a lot of face recognition technologies so it makes things convenient for the both of you

A lot of the time he’ll stay just to watch you apply your makeup as it interests him a lot

He’s not much of a makeup or face paint wearer on the regular but i could see him asking you to do his just to see what it would look like and to spend time with you

Favorite flavor of faygo is definitely cotton candy or cream soda :)

If you have any tattoos relating to icp i can see him sitting with you for hours asking about them and asking how you chose your makeup and the colors if you don’t rock the classic black and white

Dresses you up in clown clothes and carnival attire with him whenever he does his public acts of chaos. I can also imagine him dawning the makeup once or twice to match you

Honestly i can see him becoming a juggalo himself even if he has less of a moral standing

Jeremiah Valeska

Though i feel like jerome would be more into his s/o being a juggalo/juggalette i really like this idea for jeremiah bc hear me out….juggalo/jugglette harley!!

He sees this more as an adorable act of how loyal and committed you are to a following

Jeremiah is an active make up wearer so watching you dawn your makeup while he does his is a show of affection in his eyes

He’s more of a classical music listener so he’s not a big fan of the scene or the music that comes with it but this is just another adorable quirk about you that he admires

In a way you remind him of jerome in the sense that the music you listen to and the way you carry yourself mirror him but in a good way

His following also consists of a lot of people in the scene even though he himself is not involved in it but i can see him showing up to some of these gatherings so you can enjoy the music

He may ask the off question here and there about your interest in the group and makeup, interested to learn more about their standing and what being a juggalo/juggalette entails

He finds your independence and individuality a huge refreshment since his following and his team are only slaves or pawns to a bigger picture and you don’t fall into that mindset

When he’s gone for long periods of time i can see him buying you records and cds to listen to as a form of apology and as a gift

Not a big fan of soda and the first time he tried faygo it gave him a migraine :b

[st4rb3rries]

hiii love your writing ❤️ !! can I request hcs of the main 4’s music tastes? + maybe who’s likely to do things like make a playlist for someone?

SOUTH PARK'S MAIN 4 MUSIC TASTES ♫꒰･◡･๑꒱

pairings; none!

summary; music taste hc's that i thought of

warnings; slight cussing, kanye west

a/n; HIII AND TYYY THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE HOPE U LIKE IT:3 i tried my best sorrry if this isn't accurate!!!

STAN MARSH

first off stan would most likely make a dedicated playlist for both of you guys!! i hc that he listens to current joys, radiohead, weezer, and the weeknd. maybe even some tv girl and childish gambino!! HE ALSO LISTENS TO ALSO SWEET TRIP!!! his music taste is a mix of sad indie and maybe r&b. he definitely listens to the weeknd when he's practicing his rizz. (just like me fr) you introduced him into childish gambino and the weeknd and bro was in another dimension. he hasn't stopped listening to them since. here's an idea of y'alls playlist ↴ (obviously there's more songs)

NOW PLAYING: CRYING WITH RIZZ PLAYLIST

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kids - current joys 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:29

me and your mama - childish gambino 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 6:19

i just threw up the love of my dreams - weezer 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 2:37

song about me - tv girl 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:03

how to disappear completely - radiohead 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 5:56

the hills - the weekend 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:03

acting - sweet trip 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 7:05

KYLE BROVFLOSKI

yes he would make a playlist for you. this time this playlist is songs that remind him of you. it's a secret playlist that no one knows but him. (he's totally not in love with you) kyle listens to steve lacy, the smiths, and the cure. ok maybe even some tyler the creator?? i totally feel like he vibes with tyler's flower boy album. he also listens to tame impala and pet shop boys for sure. basically stans music taste but in a different font. i guess this is called indie pop with a mix of 80s-90s music. his playlist for you ↴

NOW PLAYING: SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF Y/N :))

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uuuu - steve lacy 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 1:30

there is light that never goes out - the smiths 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:04

why can't i be you - the cure 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:14

awkward - tyler the creator 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

music to walk home by - tame impala 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 5:12

friday im in love- pet shop boys 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:34

KENNY MCORMICK

i think kenny listens to bimbo girly pop songs asf. like he's all man outside in but in the inside he has the mentality of a dumb bimbo $lut🤭. he definitely makes a playlist for the both of you. the playlist's name is called pu$$y poppin songs. like kenny be so fr 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄. KENNY LISTENS TO 3OH!3 LIKE YESSSS BROO. he also listens to ayesha erotica and millionaires. HELPPP MAYBE EVEN AZEALIA BANKS😭. kenny also listens to yung gravy AND KESHA FOR SUREEEE ALSO ICP. your playlist that he made for y'all ↴

NOW PLAYING: PU$$Y POPPIN SONGS

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donttrustme - 3OH!3 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:12

big juicy - ayesha erotica 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:26

hey rich boy hey - millionaires 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 2:48

212 - azealia banks 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:25

oops! - yung gravy 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 2:20

blah blah blah - kesha, 3OH!3 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 2:52

in my room - insane clown posse 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:51

ERIC CARTMAN

CARTMAN LISTENS TO KANYE WEST. we all know why he listens to kanye west..... he secretly listens to pop music. like britany spears, lady gaga, and lowkey marina. ooo and also gwen stefani. he probaly also listens to eminem. also stop guys cause you know damn well he listens to 6ix9ine💀. bro does not make a playlist for you. you ask him to make one and he says, "no tf that's gay as shit." like ok buddy just say that you don't wanna share out your music taste. you beg him so many times and he still says no. he has his own playlist. only for him that's it. his own playlist ↴

NOW PLAYING: MY PLAYLIST IS BETTER THAN KYLES

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can't tell me nothing - kanye west 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:31

toxic - britany spears 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:18

poker face - lady gaga 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:57

ancient dreams in a modern land - marina 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:26

gwen stefani - rich girl 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:56

without me - eminem 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:50

trollz - 6ix9ine, nickii minaj 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:22

[sillybilly404]

SOME OF MY JUNKRAT HEADCANONS BECAUSE YOU ALL SEEM TO RLLY LIKE MY RANDOM HEADCANONS

-Has a thing were if he’s bored, will do math problems in his head, or he’ll ask anyone on base to give him a problem, usually asks Sigma or Roadhog, but he’ll solve it in his head for fun

-It’s really strange but he has a big thing for messing with ears, his own or other people’s if he’s close enough to them. 99% of the time you look at him he’s just messing with his earlobes or his piercings.

-when he was younger, think yearly teens to early 20’s, he was a huge skateboarder. If you were walking around Junkertown at any point, you would see Junkrat riding a skateboard on walls, on tabletops, or really anywhere. Had to stop when he lost his leg :(

-LOVES BUGS OR REALLY ANY “CREEPY” ANIMALS, will pick up spiders or any bugs he finds and look at them as they crawl on his hand, and he lives in Australia too so it’s those SUPER big possibly venomous ones, when he was a kid he would eat grasshoppers and stuff.

-ICP enthusiast, listened to the Riddle Box album for the first time and his life was changed. (Yes that also means he’s done the makeup)

-Speaking of makeup, if he feels like it he’s gonna wear some makeup, but it’s very haphazard, he doesn’t own makeup brushes, his fingers are his brushes, smudging eyeliner and black eyeshadow all over his eyes is most common.

-Very involved in the Australian punk scene, its underground asf but everyone knows his name, used to drive HOURS outside of Junkertown to other, bigger, Junker-type cities just to go stay in someone’s basement and watch a show, just to get piss drunk and fall asleep on some randos couch.

-Used to smoke, but ended up quitting pretty soon after he started, he realized he couldn’t work non-stop on his inventions and had to take time for smoke-breaks, which actually really bothered him, so he quit :P

-Hasn’t really had any romantic interactions at all, had a partner or two in his teen years, but he was kinda a jackass when he was younger so they didn’t stick.

-PETS ARE HIS FAVORITE THING EVER (right after bombs and fire of course) He LIVES for dogs, any kind, big or small, doesn’t matter, snakes? Adores. Cats? Sure, why not! Fish? Oo look at em swim! Rodents? HIS FAVORITE!!!

I have more but honestly I can’t think of anything more rn so this is my brain-rot for today 🫶🏻

(I love Junkrat dearly ❤️‼️‼️)

[thekinkyleopard]

ICS

(Insane Clown Sneezing)

A Non-Canon Halloween Snz Fic Starring:

Alistar x Draeko x Kanai

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Drae Snz, 3-Sum, light Degradation

Description: ICP is holding a concert on Halloween night, requirements are all attendees must be in full Clown makeup. Alistar is beyond excited to drag his two roommates with him. Although, Drae is feeling under the weather, he doesn’t wanna disappoint the joyful demon, so he tries to hide it. Which goes poorly….for him.

Author’s Notes: The season of OC Halloween fics, CONTINUES! You’re in for a treat this round 🤤 @aller-geez owns Draeko & Kanai and did the art!

Practically zipping around the house with great fervor, the red headed demon gathered anything and everything he would need. Since he bought 3 tickets to ICP, three months prior, he has been collecting all kinds of great makeup to fit the part. The band explicitly said every attendee must be dressed in clown makeup as the concert was taking place Halloween night! Al was stoked, beyond stoked, he first of all, loved Halloween. A holiday where everyone acts scary and creepy? Sign him up for everyday. However, his favorite band on his favorite holiday? It’s like he didn’t even care what happened the rest of the year! “Nai! Ko! Get in here!” He called out to his roommates from the bathroom as he set up his entire station.

“Yes, Donnie?” Kanai asked curiously as he stepped into the room. Draeko following close behind, but much, slower. Alistar noted there was a slight pink flush across the smaller’s face but thought maybe nothing of it.

“Concert time!!” He held up the palettes of white foundation with a waggle of his brows.

“But it’s not for another 4 hours?” Kanai tilted his head with slight confusion. Why would they get ready so far ahead of the event itself?

“Yeah and makeup takes a while soooo let’s get cracking!” The anti-Christ insisted, rolling his eyes and setting the stuff down onto the counter now.

“Al…I….” Draeko tried to interject, not necessarily feeling all to up to any sort of makeup. Hoping maybe he could just nap before the concert. He was feeling a tad warmer than usual.

“Nope! It’s mandatory! Don’t be a bunch of fucking squares okay?” Alistar glared now turning sharply to point an index at the both of them.

“Fine,” Draeko muttered under his breath, feeling pretty defeated by the whole day. Waking up feeling like shit on a holiday is never anyone’s favorite. Except, maybe Al.

“Okay,” The hell hound spoke flatly, shrugging his shoulders knowing it was pointless to disagree with the redhead.

“Awesome” shining a sparkling grin across his now smug face he began to blat carelessly at the white makeup onto a sponge.

Draeko quickly lifts his hands up into the air in front of him. “No worries! I can do my own,” his time at the circus proving useful as he very much was a master of a good clown look. However, he was mostly insisting because if Al go too close to his face, he’d notice for SURE he was sick. So instead he quietly painted his face as Alistar struggled to get Kanai to be still.

All in all it took the group a good few hours to get the right look they were going for. Alistar having had ti redo his own three different times trying to get it perfectly like every other fan would.

“Damn, we look fucking GOOD!” Finishing up the final touches, the Ruby eyes glaring over everyone through the mirror he slid his shirt over his head and look at himself back and forth.

“This looks fairly strange,” Kanai admitted while staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

“I think I look kind of cute,” the mutt chimed in with a softened smile, looking himself over and even adding a bit of glitter to the corners of his mouth.

“Alright let’s get on the road then shall we?” Alistar asked, walking out of the bathroom and grabbing his keys and wallet. They’d all adorned one of Al’s ICP shirts, and slicked their hair appropriately, there wasn’t much more to do.

“The venue is 20 minutes out, shouldn’t we wait til it’s closer til?” Nai chimed in yet again with a curious tone laced between his words.

“Kanai, concerts require some extra time for parking and getting wasted before the show…’Mon now,” Al had to inform his friend, shaking his head back and forth with a smirk. Almost like this was supposed to somehow be common sense to the other.

“Alright then, are you ready to go Draeko?” The hound realized the debate was worth less than the win, so he simply let it go before turning to their pet.

“Y-yeah I’m good to go,” but he was in fact not good to go. Since this morning he woke up, there’s been a terrible terrible storm brewing within his head. Like he’d slammed it into a wall several times the night before. His sinuses were stuffed, but not at the stage of leaking. Just discomfort in breathing. Truthfully on the outside, you couldn’t necessarily tell he was coming down with something soon to take him out of commission. However, he also wasn’t going to alert either of his mates, it would go one of two ways. Either A: Al would immediately want to induce his sneezing and have his way and miss the concert or B: Al gets grumpy and decides to stay home, making a mess of him later anyway when he’s not so mad. Or maybe hate fuck him. Either way, it usually ended with a dick in his ass. Willingly. He did love when either male decided to take advantage of his vulnerability.

Yet, he wasn’t willing to throw away a good experience for the Anti-Christ, knowing well how much he loved ICP. Least he hear about it for the rest of eternity. Alistar narrowed his eyes and looked the other up and down. Something was off. Definitely off.

“Mmkay…s’go!” Alistar swiftly turned on his heels and waved them to follow as he stomped his way out the door and out to his obnoxious 1977 Pontiac Firebird, black with flames all around the vehicle. The other two shuffled behind him at a medium pace before stopping a few feet from the car. He had painted ICP album covers over his windows for the concert. “Doesn’t the transportation device look great?!” He turned to look at his roommates.

“It does, Alistar, I wasn’t aware you could produce art so well,” the hound complimented his friend as he analyzed over the pieces of art work over the car now. Draeko nodded in agreement.

“I love it!” Mustering up his best fake brilliant smile he could. He wasn’t not excited about the car. Or concert. Or experience! He just wanted to lay in bed. He wanted to feel better. His body only got hotter, and heavier the more he dragged it out.

“Thank you thank you, alright, now let’s get on the road!” Alistar unlocked the vehicle and hopped into the passenger allowing Kanai to help pull the seat up to allow Draeko into the back while he road shotgun. Shutting the door behind him he looked over at Alistar.

“Are you going to get drunk tonight?” The mutt asked curiously, looking through to the red head from the rear view mirror.

“Oh, absolutely” the anti-Christ snickered, on hand on the wheel, the other fishing for his pack of cigarettes.

“Hm…what’s that like?” Kanai asked curiously, looking over at his best friend and watching him struggle to dig the pack out of his pocket.

“It’s like…I don’t know man, it depends on the person but it makes, the unhinged version of someone come out of their brain…you know? Like normally I wouldn’t fuck a human sober, but drunk? I might if I’m desperate enough,” he chuckled loudly watching the road loosely while successfully fishing his pack of cigarettes out. Kanai simply hums lowly to himself as he considers what the feeling must be like.

“So, it’s a good feeling?” He asked cautiously, almost like he doesn’t believe that what Al described, could have a positive outcome. While the demon was lighting the stoge he pulled out and hung on his lips, he shrugged.

“Yeah, man, you can try it out tonight at the show it’ll be a good holiday to break in Nai’s first time being drunk!” Alistar cheered by holding his lit fag into the air in a fist pump before bringing it back down to his mouth.

“Drunk Kanai? That should be interesting,” Draeko giggled from the backseat, Al shining a gaze back to grin at the mutt. Their eyes locking for a moment before the demon went back to watching the road.

“Al, please open the window if you’re going to smoke…it smells horrible,” the hellion griped as he dramatically wafted the oncoming smoke back from wence it came.

“My bad,” cracking open his driver side window to redirect the fumes out the side of the car.

“Hey so, who’s opening for ICP?” Draeko asked curiously peaking through between the seats of Kanai and Alistar.

“No idea I planned to skip it at the alcohol station,” the demon snickered as his foot pressed harder on the gas. Impatient to get where they were going.

“Oh…WELL, I guess I’ll just look it up then,” Draeko rolled his duo colored eyes with a giggle.

“What is an opener, Draeko?” Kanai looked back at the mutt through the rear view mirror, who was scrolling through the Ticketmaster website on his phone.

“It’s the band that plays before the main band, sometimes there’s one or a few !” He explained with a gentle smile before he got very quiet. The motion within the car and looking at his phone made the hybrid all too aware of how god awful he felt. His stomach churned and he blinked a few times ahead of him, looking away from the screen. Kanai cocked a brow as he was still observing the smaller.

“Are you okay, Draeko?” The hound asked cautiously, curiously.

“Y-Yeah just a…” he clears his throat gently from behind a closed fist. “Car sick is all,” trying his best to shake it off.

“I have hydration up here if you would like some?” Already leaning forward to try and grab one of the many bottle littering the floor of Al’s vehicle.

“Has that bottle of water been sitting in the car for multiple days?” Drae asked almost unamused as he was sure of the answer.

“It’s quite possible,” the hound mulled over the truth of the answer, trying his best to present all the facts he was aware of about said bottle, to the mutt.

“No thanks,” he responded almost as flatly as Kanai usually would.

“Oh, okay, hopefully we will be at the venue soon, then you can have fresh hydration,” the hellion nodded simply. Alistar chuckled taking the last drag of his cigarette and tossing it out the window like a grade A dick.

“Yeah, we’ll be there in about 8 minutes,” his words came out sharply as he exhaled the last cloud of smoke from within his lungs and reached over for the volume on his radio. He has it plugged in to his phone using a cassette tape convertor. “For now let’s pre game!” The red head grinned turning the music up loudly, singing along while he drove through, switching lanes almost recklessly now that the music flowed.

“My Axe, is my buddy…I bring him when I walk…me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk!” Alistar now slapping to the beat on his steering wheel while the other two in the car made a quick exchange through the mirror. Glancing back at each other with their multicolored orbs, and a slight smirk on Draeko’s heated face.

“Their music is very violent!” Kanai tried to speak over the volume to which Al looked over and cocked a brow.

“What??” shouting out back towards his friend before the hound reached forward to turn the knob and decrease the volume. “Hey!” He frowned over at the other now.

“I said, their music is very violent,” repeating himself, as he was instructed by the /what?/ response from his friend.

“Duh! Humans are violent, ICP is the only REAL band out there speaking on true human impulse, sure there’s other artists that bite the brand, but THEM?” He exhaled sharply through pursed lips. “That’s real, I respect that. Humans being honest about what they are….vile, violent creatures of selfish nature,” smirking with a cocky laugh to follow before reaching the venue parking lot line. “Fuck there’s hella people…” he grumbled.

“I wouldn’t say all humans are like that by nature, Alistar,” Kanai chimed in, returning back to the previous conversation.

“Yeah, okay,” he scoffed back at the other while focusing on where the hell to even park in this shit storm of vehicles and walking attendees in full clown attire. “Oh man everyone looks so good,” the excitement rising within his voice as Draeko watched the demon practically light up like a Christmas tree.

“There’s a sufficient parking space, Al,” the hound pointed toward an empty spot, the red head spotting it quickly and making his way in, aligning the vehicle before tossing it in park.

“Good eye, Nai! Alright let’s get fuckin stupid!” Al flung open his door and hopped out the car, pushing his seat up for Draeko to get out. Now that they were finally here, the mutt was finding it harder and harder to ignore the shitty feeling that was burning inside of his body. He wobbled getting out of the car and tagging slowly behind the two demons as they made their way through the lot and into the venue entrance, standing in line. He felt woozy and his nose was starting to feel familiarly uncomfortable. God, why today? Why did this have to happen today of all days?

Kanai was quietly observing the other attendees of the concert, obviously and shamelessly looking them up and down, despite the weird looks he got. Alistar was busy eyeing down the security, and the line to get inside while Draeko continued to try and avoid facing either, behind them. He felt his nose starting to unleash a downpour, and this was already going to cause a huge issue.

If his nose leaked, his makeup would run. However, if he rubbed his nose, his makeup would get smudged. It was a double edged sword he wasn’t sure how to approach. They got closer and closer to the front of the line and he was teetering on the edge of release. “Okay almost there, I got our tickets,” Al said taking his cell phone out and pulling up the proof as they got up to the scanner.

“K,” the guard said after checking the validity of Al’s QR code. The three of them slid past and the red head immediately eyed the bar. “Time to get fucking wastedddddd,” he cheered throwing his hands up into the air as he grabbed both Drae and Kanai’s wrists.

“Oh…uh..Al, I’ll meet you guys there I have to pee,” he lied through his teeth and the demon could have easily sussed that out but amongst the fellow clowns, juggalos and decorated venue it was hard for him to spend even a second paying attention.

“Alright cub…sounds good,” releasing the smaller’s wrist, bobbing his head back and forth to see the assortment of beverages and whether or not there would be, event particular specific drinks available. You know like an ‘ICP’ drink; Ice, Cognac, Pineapple. Or something clever at the least. Draeko sniffled lowly under the many sounds echoing within the building, the sound muffled in space as the mutt slunk away to the bathroom, yes, but not to pee. The little mutt slammed into a stall and began to blow through his nose, and mouth in a pixie like fit.

“Ihh’gxxnt’iiew! Hh’NDK! K’GNSH!” He tried to reserve himself at the very slightest, covering his mouth with his open palms only finding smears of white makeup and saliva left behind when he looked down. “Hhnnn…” he groaned with discomfort. “Hihhh’GXXT!” Another lurching the base of his core, spraying across the bathroom stall, a sheen layer of saliva glossing his lips. He wiped at them subconsciously.

“Bless you!” Someone called out from within the space of the bathroom. Not a voice he’d ever heard, so he assumed just a stranger trying to be empathetic. However, it made him blush none the less.

“Th-thank you!” He called back with a slight smile on his face, happy to see that humanity wasnt all bad. Suddenly, he reached in his back pocket for his cell. Turning on the front facing camera he looked over his makeup and frowned as half the white foundation used around his lips and chin had been smeared off now. Hm. This is exactly what he was afraid of. Worse yet, it looks like he’s been just going around sucking dick or something. This wouldn’t do. He couldn’t let them see him like this.

He stuffed his phone back in his pocket, grabbed a few handfuls of toilet paper, also shoved them in his pocket and walked out of the bathroom. Looking around he saw the merch table which was a steady way across from the bar, it would be perfect. He could already see the back of their heads, slamming down shots. Draeko skittered into the merch line, trying to see if by chance, they were selling face paint. His orbs scanning over the many items available he saw it. A cheap clown makeup set for sale…$30?! Jesus…how do these people sleep at night. Regardless of the ridiculously inflated price, he would just have to pay it if he wanted to keep his secret under wraps. His eyes heavy as he swayed in the line, trying to keep himself from blacking out under the pressure pounding inside his head.

On the other side of the venue was Alistar, and Kanai, with a round of 15 shots in front of them both. They were 5 shots each in, already.

“I don’t understand why humans make those movements and faces when they drink these? They’re quite delightful..” the hound spoke while holding one up to the other in a cheers, before knocking it back without a flinch.

“No, cause seriously, I fucking love rotten veggies and fruits, Alcohol is ours right? Dad did that? My dad…not yours…” chuckling with a slight slur to his inflection and Kanai cranked an eyebrow and thought about it.

“Logically you would think, however, wasn’t your uncle the one who could turn water into wine? Is that not alcohol?” Back to this age old question; is alcohol of the devil? Or God’s creation. A question they’d had for a long time since coming to earth.

“Yeah but that’s pussy alcohol, Uncle J couldn’t turn water into fuckin Jack Daniels,” pointing to his best friend with a very serious index finger.

“You make a point,” tipping his head, Kanai considered this before throwing back, another shot. “I think this should be my last then,” he spoke easily after swallowing down the mess of liquor.

“There’s…1,2…345678….1011…14 shots left!” The red head exclaimed before pounding another back himself. “13 shots left!” He corrected himself immediately with a side smirk.

“Okay, Al, but I won’t be held responsible for who or what I may do with that much alcohol in my vessel tonight,” shrugging his shoulders, the demon divided the rest in half. Swiftly without much hesitation, both of them began to toss each one into their mouths.

“Oh I’m counting on it, buddy, Sincerely am,” the crimson eyed demon grinned ear to ear, the makeup only making him look more sinister as he did so. Al followed swiftly behind, drinking each shot back with ease before there was nothing more than a graveyard of empty glass. “Shall we find our pet then? Get a good spot in the crowd?” Kanai began to slowly feel the dawn of alcohol dusting over him and he nodded, in a quiet response while following behind the red head. Alistar was adamantly searching for the smaller, a bit different in this dark and crowded setting.

Draeko was purposefully stuffed behind a corner trying to replace the makeup he smudged before he could be seen again. Luckily, as cheap as the set looked, it didn’t take much product to get him covered up again. He slammed the compact shut and stuffed it in his pocket before looking himself over in his camera. “Okay…everything is fine,” sighing with slight relief but that was far and few in between, because the heat of the added bodies against his own feverish one was starting to make him weak in the knees. Fighting back against the slow deterioration of his skeletal structure and well being, Draeko stepped out from his cover and began his own search for the two men he came with.

It was only a few moments before he saw the tall demons, scanning the packed crowd for, presumably, him. Locking eyes with Kanai, he smiled and waved his hand weakly, flagging them over, Drae was already in the middle of the crowd by the time they made it to each other. “Hey squirt,” Al ruffled the smaller’s already messy with thick gel, hair. Slightly regretting having done so.

“Hey, get your drink on?” Trying to remain casual, collected while speaking to the two demons.

“Yuuuuup, can already feel it, ‘hat bout you Nai?” The hound was looking very intently at the small mutt, studying, analyzing his face. Something was up, he could tell by just how casual the other was trying to be, it more or less made it obvious.

“JUGGALOOOSSSS AND JUGGALETTES! NOW PRESENTING OUR MAIN COURSE, INSANE. CLOWN. POSSEE!” And as the crowd began to shove and push at the three of them, it broke their conversation and caused Al to wobble aimlessly back and forth. “Whoa fuck, let’s try to get to the front,” gripping both of his mates by their wrists again he shoveled them through the crowd so the demon could get as close as possible, managing to get them to the barricade. “Fuck yes,” his hands clasped the metal as his bright eyes stared with amazement up ahead.

Draeko started to sniffle and snub quietly, trying to hide behind the tall red head in secret. He could tell Kanai was on to him but he wasn’t able to hold back his worsening symptoms. As the lights dimmed, and gave him a slight advantage, he rubbed his throbbing nose on the back of his hand, impatiently throwing it in tight, rough circles and once again, smudging his makeup. As the music began to blare and the intro started to play, Al watched closely for Violent J, and Shaggy to run up on stage.

Kanai was not paying any sort of attention to the stage set, or even the excitement in his friend’s face. No he was much more intrigued by the little mutt stuffed between them, trying to keep his face from hidden few. Reaching downward, slowly with alcohol oozing past his usually respectful demeanor, the hound gripped Draeko’s chin and slowly turned his head. Now facing each other, he could see the dripping line of snot reflect off the flashing lights of the stage, which seemed to fuel something deadly inside of him. He cocked an eyebrow.

Draeko looked up at Kanai with an essence of innocence, though he was taken by surprise when the hound lifted his face. “Don’t tell…” he mouthed and pleaded with watering eyes, before he realized there was something sinister living behind Nai’s gaze. Drae swallowed. Sniffling weakly. Kanai smirked simply, his index finger now traveling down the other’s chin to his chest before gripping his shirt tightly and pulling him into his chest. Leaning his large body he whispered into the back of Alistar’s ear.

“Our pet has been hiding a secret from us,” and even though, his favorite band was finally playing, the music was bumping and the vibes were almost immaculate enough to immerse the red head. He slowly, eerily, turned on his heels and looked directly downward to see the sniveling male tucked into Kanai’s chest. He looked up now at his friend with a smirk.

“Oh?” He mouthed unable to be heard. Without much movement from either of the two larger, Kanai simply continued to hold that slanted grin across his normally stoic face. With a sharp, almost violent twist, he turned the small mutt to face Al, and with an aggressive grasp of his open hand, turned Draeko’s jaw upward to expose him.

His makeup was smeared around his nose and mouth, nostrils exposed and visibly chapped, his lips quivered as tear stained, white cheeks bursted into flames of embarrassment. How could Kanai expose him like this ? He felt more than vulnerable in this current state, but as his head was turned into an upward position to look up at Al, it also opened him up to the photic pressure of stage lights. The flashing of the stage decor proving to be too much, and his small frame shook before he finally lost control. “Ehh’Gxxtch! GSH’IEw!” It hit Alistar across the neck by surprise, the other not quite tall enough to decorate his perfectly dressed face.

“Oh Ho? Good eye,” The red head spoke out loud, though it seemed to be eaten by the sounds of ‘In My Room’ playing loudly amongst them, Kanai could read lip his best friend, loud and clear. “Shall we?” Raising a mischievously red brow. He was met with a hungry, almost darkened gaze from the other’s heterochromiatic orbs. Wasting no time the two each took one of Draeko’s sweating palms and rushed him through the side of the crowd, crimson eyes scanning every and any venue available to turn their pet inside out.

“Backstage?” Kanai pointed toward the far left area, guarded by two large men but Al smirked devilishly before nodding back behind to his friend.

“Got it,” the three approached and immediately the guards were ready to stand their ground, but one heated look from the red head and a few moments in time, Al was synced in.

“We have VIP, we are allowed back here, no one else is permitted to follow or open the dressing room lounge,” he stated the following as if the red head had been working there this whole night, and almost to confirm he had, the security both nodded their heads, stepped aside and allowed the three to pass through the curtain. Once behind the stage, there were many people buzzing about, and otherwise not paying much mind to the group. They slid their way past the hall to the dressing room with a very large star plastered on the wood of the door.

“Eh?” Raising a cocky, yet satisfied brow back at his best friend, Kanai, raised his own back in confirmation. The three of them slid inside the room, locking it closed behind as it was almost immediate that the atmosphere changed. Each demon turned to face the mutt who’s cover was now, incredibly blown.

“Ok…HGNXT! Wait…” he tried stifling the incoming brew, while also giving himself adequate time to explain himself and his disposition.

“See? Keeping secrets,” Kanai shook his head, folding his arms across his chest as the alcohol within his system began to outweigh this normally stoic, and calm demeanor. He was almost, hungry, glaring Draeko down as the mutt snuffled loudly.

“No! K’GNSH! ehh’Gxxtchh! It’d nod lig thad!” Waving his hands about himself frantically in front of his body, as he was backed into a wall by the hovering men he swallowed nervously, wiping at his nose with his sleeve.

“I don’t know….Nai…it looks like there was malice behind this decision, what do you think?” The darkness only spreading between the two, feeding off each other now. A dangerous position to be in.

“Definitely, what good was he providing by holding back on you? He knows what a delightful treat this is…” Kanai’s tone was so different, it brought chills down the hybrid’s spine, the hairs on his arms raised as the hound stepped into him. “Why would you withhold a treat from Donnie, hm? Pet?” The hellion rarely reduced him down to an owned vessel, but something about it now…was making his already reddened face hotter than before. Kanai lifted Drae’s chin with his index and thumb, pinching him with a tender squeeze as he forced his eyes up into the ceiling light.

“I-…d-didn’t— hihh’GXXTsh’iiew! H’GXTSH’ue!” It ached and itched, staring into the brightness only forced the sneezes out faster.

“Oh but you did,” Al clicked his tongue, slowly undoing his belt now with an echoing clank that bounced off the walls of the dressing room.

“Nai? Present him,” he looked over at the other, almost with boredom behind his eyes, but a much darker hint of mischief hiding within.

“Rightfully so, Donnie,” the man responded before swiftly, his hand let go of Draeko’s chin only to grip him in one swoop by the neck. His fingers tightened before forcibly dragging the mutt to his knees, turned around now so he was facing Alistar, Kanai standing behind as he forced the smaller’s face up to look at the red head.

“K’GNSH’iiew! Wait I— ehh’GXTTCH!” An assault of fine drizzle dusting the air and spaces between he and the demon. Alistar grunted like a feral animal, only wishing to have been closer to the casualty of spit.

“That’s gonna feel real good on my dick…no covering… make your hands useful,” his head nodded in the direction of the hell hound watching intently behind Draeko’s kneeling body. The pink and mint haired sniffling mess nodded, wiping his hands off at his thighs. “AHT, you can’t rub my mans dry like that…come on,” Drae whimpered with slight embarrassment, being used for their pleasure and entertainment, he wriggled helplessly for friction where he kneeled.

Cupping his hands in front of his mouth, the mutt blinked a few times, before directly looking into the light above Al. It felt like static trickling from the inside of his brain down the center of his nostrils. “H’h…”

“That’s right cub, go on,” Al bit his lower lip with anticipation, Kanai working his own belt and zipper while they waited for Draeko to blow.

“Hh’NDKT’ih! H’GXXTsh’uh! Plead….” The mutt whimpered for mercy as his eyes wept and his nose reddened. The spray came out in a quick explosion, moistening his hands, but when Al looked down he shook his head.

“More,” now the navy haired man spoke, his voice sending a chill down the center of Draeko’s spine.

“But I— Ihh’gxxnt’IIEW! Ehh’gxxtch’IEW! K’GNSH! HN’GSH!” This time a wave of messy saliva came ricocheting off his lips and into the fleshy pit of his cupped hands. Now as they glistened under the harsh lighting, the red head smirked with satisfaction.

“Much better,” Al looked up to meet his gaze to Kanai, they both grinned at each other, something Kanai never does unless…he’s being mischievous.

“Excellent work, Ko…” the hound praised the male kneeling in the middle of them. The alcohol burning in his veins as it only made him thirstier for more, dying to hear the other squealing in a puddle of his own miserable symptoms. Draeko nodded as his nose dribbled slightly, the red head reaching down to wipe it away with the back of his thumb then across the fabric of his jeans.

“There you go, cub,” smirking before he began to fully unsheathe himself from his pants and boxer briefs to expose his hard length to Draeko’s pouting and swollen mouth. His hands already reaching one to grip Kanai’s also now freed length, and Alistar’s. Twisting his body just slightly to get the right position. He started slowly slicking his salvia covered hands over each cock, squeezing as his fingers pressed tenderly into their veins.

“Hnn..hh’…” trying to fight it off as his focus was trying to make the two men feel good, though his head was forcibly shoved back, reunited with the breaking overhead light and a rough voice.

“Out with it,” Kanai licked his teeth impatiently, hips very slightly meeting each motion. His fingers tightening with the other soft strands of hair.

“H’GXTSH’ue! Hihh’GXXTsh’iiew! Hh’NDKT’ih!” Draeko sprayed a mess of saliva all over the brunt of Alistar’s well kept red bush. Droplets of spit living within the soft hairs there. The demon groaned, they both did, watching the mutt’s wet mouth pout up at them.

“You’re so god damn sexy,” Alistar growled low from within the base of his chest. “Nai? Assistance?” His gaze switched up casually to meet with the other’s equally lust filled gaze.

“My pleasure,” he responded before directly forcing Draeko’s gawked mouth forward toward Al’s twitching length. Taking the scene in at hand, Drae knew what was being demanded of him.

“H’gxNT!” Draeko ate the sneeze, stifling to keep it at bay as he then was faced with Al’s waiting length.

“Nah, give your Master a good one before you suck…go on,” he licked his lips while red orbs gazed down at him hungrily. The pink and mint haired male nodded with tears welling in his eyes while the tickling sensation of torment prickled up his sinuses, and his reddened face could hold fast no longer.

“K’GNSH’iiew!!” It blew out all over the male, and before he could even shut his lips and wipe his face clean, the demon shoved his cock clear down the hybrid’s throat, making him gag slightly at the sudden pressure.

“Gooood…don’t forget Nai…” his words came out staggered as he tried not to be selfish in this. Kanai’s thrusts getting faster as he watched the scene unfold.

“Hmm impossibly he’s doing very well…however the hand is getting almost, boring,” he considered the options as he stepped back. Drae looked up at Al, over at Kanai but inevitably his eyes rolled backward when the large hound grabbed him by his haunches and properly propped him on his knees. “I’m very interested in being inside that warm little entrance of his,” almost like a salivating dog, Kanai could no longer find the right threshold for responsibility. Ripping the male’s jeans down his ass and pooled at the ankle.

“Hnn~…” Drae moaned, but as he felt Alistar’s length slipping in and out of his throat, he found it was not a solution for the consistent itch. For the never ending boiling prickle that fought its way to the surface. “Ggg…” he gargled around the anti-Christ’s cock, whimpering when he felt Kanai push both his cheeks apart and a very warm, wet object was tickling at his hole. The hound’s mouth closing around it, sucking, and penetrating the puckered space with his tongue.

“Look at you, sicker than a dog, but still happily taking cock from your owners…..you’re such a good slut,” Al nearly purred with the words dripping off his lips, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his makeup. The white foundation starting to crack and break through the other’s furrowed brows. Draeko’s makeup long smeared a while back, but as snot and tears trickled down leaving clear streaks across patches of misused white, both the hellions found a very interestingly new Fetish on board.

“Maybe we should put Drae in makeup more often,” Al laughed. Kanai pulled back from the smaller’s ass if only to respond and align his own length as he looked up with a darkened grin.

“I like that idea…it looks…delicious while it melts off his face,” there was something behind the grey hellion’s tone. It wasn’t the usual monotonous sound, void of emotion. This was something scarier, like a creature that had been living inside him all along. Void of any consideration as he usually held, this was the sound of something sinister. Alistar chuckled, grinning deeply at the other.

“Good to see he’s still in there,” referring to the natural demon within them both. The hound nodded with an ominous grin displayed over his features, and with a quick spit into his hand, he rubbed it over his length, and without a second to consider, shoved his way past the tightened ringlet. Draeko felt himself filled to the brim, trying to keep his concentration, but he could only press his forehead to Al’s hip bone. His hand worked, and pumped, his tongue lapping and licking desperately but he was so full. His nose. His ass. His mouth. So full. He whimpered weakly and both the hellions chuckled through breathless grunts.

“H’GXTS—!” But as it was flying out mid sneeze, the demon shot his cock back down his throat to feel the tightened contraction and choking struggle of Drae’s throat around him. “G-STXH!” Gagging behind the red head’s length, drool trailing down the sides of his mouth, eyes blood shot as he rocked back and forth between his mouth and ass being filled by either demon.

“Oh this was a great idea, Nai, I’m so glad you caught on….” the anti-Christ grunted through his tense jaw, they both lifted their arms and clasped their hands together. Now both of them using the force of Drae’s holes like a seesaw as they made eye contact.

“It’s even more incredible after the beverages…” Kanai chuckled breathlessly, before grabbing his best friend by the back of the neck and pulling him in for a long heated kiss. It was a tangle, a collection of bodies, tongues and sweat. Whoever was to come in here later was going to be displeased with the musky, hot scent of sex drenching the air.

Draeko’s body trembled, and fought against the natural instinct to collapse under these two larger men but he wasn’t raised a bitch. Instead he only planted his knees harder and worked to bob his head at an increasingly noticeable speed that caused the red head to moan deeply into the navy haired man’s mouth. “H—ah…” Kanai separated their kiss only to lean back and put a ton more force behind his thrusts. Kanai’s hands gripping tightly to the mutt’s hips, digging into the flesh with possession, while Al’s hands were buried and tightly gripped to the smaller’s sweating strands of hair.

“Im gonna fucking …..bust…fuck…” Alistar grunted as his back arched, his thrusts getting desperate while Draeko’s wet face looked up with pleasing green and grey eyes. Almost begging to be filled up like a Twinkie from both ends.

“Alistar….Im…” the hound trying to get his own warning in, but at the time both demons struggled to keep their orgasms at bay, Drae, too, found himself in a particularly demanding obstacle. He needed to sneeze, again. His throat was shoved to the brim with cock, he would choke, surely. His brows folded inward and he did his best to fight against the forcible hand that just kept shoving him back down. Alistar pushed himself until no more could physically go in, and he bursted hot seed straight down the mutt’s mouth. As his orgasm rocked him, his grip loosened which gave the hybrid the perfect opportunity. He pulled his head back and out it went.

“ehh’Gxxtchh’iew!!!” There was a mixture of cum, and saliva that came out in a mistral cloud in front of him, spraying across Al’s slowly draining length, and as he watched Drae suffer with his nut leaking out his sneezing nostrils. He couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction as well as starting to notice Kanai getting more erratic. Watching closely as well to the other’s weakened disposition. It was enough to send him over his own edge.

“Ha…hhh—…” the hell hound stammered before his ecstasy consumed him, spilling deep within Draeko’s hole, he nearly slumped over, had he not forgotten where they were.

“Fuck…we should probably clean up and get the fuck out of here before…” a jiggle of the handle, and swift knock on the door.

“Hey who the fuck is in here?” The familiar voice of Violent J could be heard by them all from outside the door.

“Holyshit…It’s J…” the redhead whispered nervously as he fixed himself, looked in the mirror and started fixing his hair as well.

“Do you plan to fuck J as well?” Kanai asked curiously, wondering why there was a sudden need to impress as he slowly pulled himself out of Draeko and began to tuck himself away.

“No….I mean….you think he would?” He turned around suddenly, almost, a little too hopeful.

“Uh…guys dod’t mead to be a bubber but we godda go home,” Draeko snuffled softly as he finally wiped at his nose, and mouth with his sleeve, though staining it with the blackened marks of makeup.

“Correct, we should get the fuck outta here,” Alistar nodded before doing a double check that everyone seemed….as decent as they could. It was pretty damn clear Draeko got his entire body defouled but Al and Kanai looked relatively normal…despite the smeared makeup from when they kissed. Regardless, Al opened the door and opened his arms wide as if he knew the two artists standing behind it.

“J! Shaggy! Nice to meet you! Big fan!” The demon winked trying to distract from the fact the other two were trying to shuffle their way out of the room.

“Who the fuck are these clowns?” Shaggy asked his musical counterpart with almost a look of pure annoyance.

“Fans?” J looked back just as confused z

“Excuse me gentlemen, sorry to bother, my friend is a big fan, but realistically we just wanted to fuck our pet back here, all is well now,” Kanai clasped his hands around each wrist of his roommates and quickly pulled them out of the dressing room, down the hall, and out the back exit toward the parking lot.

“Did they just….say..?” Shaggy turned to J both of them bewildered and confused as the three misfits made their way from the scene of the crime.

“I missed the concert….but I love cumming,” the demon shrugged. “Plus I get to hear those cute kitten sneezes all night and possibly all week, BONUS, I met the band, so how can I even be mad?” Al snorted before slinging an arm around his best friend’s shoulders. “Good game in there,”

“Agreed…however, my head is starting to hurt rather badly now…I think the alcohol may be turning sour on me,” his grey hand came up to fondle and massage at his aching temples.

“We will just stop and get another bottle, you’ll be fine…we gotta pass out candy and scare the kids anyway,” Alistar started fishing through his jeans again to find the car keys. Quickly pulling them out in order to get the vehicle unlocked.

“Al…snddfff…cad you aldo picg me ub some chiggen noodle soub?” Draeko being the first to climb back into the car, he lazily flopped against the side of the backseat, curling his legs up to his chest.

“Yeah, I can pick you up some soup, kid,” Al responded simply, getting into the driver’s seat and looking behind at the mutt through the mirror.

“Danks…” he sniffles again before they all pile their way back into the car and make way for the rest of their, sickly Halloween.

The End

Author’s Notes: I’m sorry I’m laaaaaaate! Truthfully I didn’t wanna post without the cover :T Geez is my bread and butter. Hope you guys enjoyed a bit of a feral Kanai 🥵

[sappy-detective]

TOTALLY forgot about this saiouma prompt but it’s been a while so.. saiouma prompt! except they’re alternate and at a music festival

kaede tried to drag shuichi out of his shell because he’s been really depressed lately and she decides to take him to a music festival. because some of her and his favorite bands are playing there:

he leaves her for a bit to buy some of their CRAZY overpriced drinks and merch. he plan to meet up with her at of the smaller (not a headliner) stages of one of her favorite bands.

it’s near the end of a rock bands set. people are walking away but there’s still an active mosh pit and people jumping, yelling and pushing.

he try’s to text her but the wi-fi is so shit all he can get out of her is that “i’m at the front!”. great.

he tries to make his way forward but people are pushing him back and not letting him through because.. well they’re to focused on the music.

anyway a guy bumps into him and woah, it’s a guy in full white face paint (juggalo makeup).

he askes what the hell shuichi is doing and he’s like “i’m trying to get to the front. friend is there waiting for the next set and i need to get to her..”

“oh! i’m going to the for that band to! i’ll take you with me if you want”

shuichi accepts because well, he needs help.

“hold my hand and don’t let go! no matter how much people push just push back okay? don’t let go”

WOAH hand holding? for this little vergin emo boy?(jokes). plus the boy is pretty cute so whatever.

he takes his hand and kokichi leads him to the front and helps him through the crowd. kokichi is smaller and it’s easier for him to make his way through the people moving.

they FINALLY make it after the band set ends and they’re waiting for the band they’re both there to see.

“do you see her?”

“oh uh.. no..”

they start talking and joking and shuichi is like

“yah my friend really likes this band i’ve never heard of it before it’s like (insert whatever smaller band u want. i’ll just say) dog park dissidents”

“huh? this is ICP?”

“what..?”

“what stage where you supposed to be at?”

“uh, the yellow one?”

“this is the red stage.”

“oh..”

and yes it has to be an ICP concert. 1) kokichi would LOVE ICP and 2) it’s definitely an experience. especially for a boy who’s never been to a show EVER. for context. clowns throw (diet) faygo (soda) the WHOLE time out of buckets, water guns, and ofc ICP shakes the bottles and throws them into the crowd. it’s fucking AWSOME.

but a crazy ‘band’ to pop your first concert cherry.

shuichi ends up standing behind him with his hands on either side of the boy, holding onto the railing so the guy doesn’t get pushed to much.

they end up leaving the stage and shuichi ended up having a really good time. even tho he was soaked in diet soda, his makeup was runny and his hair was wet he had a great fucking time. they start talking and walking around and kokichi finds miu and taro and shuichi finds kaede. she laughs at him because he’s soaked in soda but he seems more lose so she’s happy. ending is up to you or whatever! anyway yah you should go to a music festival once in your life!

[emocl0wnpp]

Part 3 of introducing my creepypasta ocs: Wicked Vicky

(SMALL NOTE IF YOU HATE "CRINGE MARY SUE OCS" SHUT UP)

(Also some old art again cuz i used to draw Vicky a LOT)

(Again i forgot Vicky's actual name sooo)

♤Basic info♤

Name: Wicked Vicky

Age: would be 34 now if that says something-

Birthday: 1990/08/26

Nationality: german

Gender: yesn't (biologically female)

Pronouns: any,Vicky doesn't care at all (i use they/them for simplicity)

Sexuality: pansexual

Height: 160cm/5'2

Personality: literally Discord from MLP, chaotic,hyper,literally batshit insane, manipulative, two faced,aggressive,hella smart but acts dumb and naive to trick people, again Vicky is literally Discord from MLP-

Stuff i can't categorize(so basically backstory elements)

Religious trauma.

Both parents were german

Hyper Christian mom and alcoholic dad = whatever Vicky is(nothing against religious people btw don't take it the wrong way😭)

Got locked into a basement from 6 years old until 12

Accidentally summonned a demon(a whole ass goddes)

Made a deal with said demonic goddess and got posessed (that's why their eyes are like that...and why they have black goop coming from their mouth)

Ran away from home at 12 and haven't looked back since

Somehow Jason(the toymaker) stumbled upon little Vicky,and him being him,thinking they wouldn't last around him for long,took them home

Worst mistake Vicky still didn't try to leave-

Jason is like their father figure and Vicky loves and adores him<3

Somehow they and Candy(Pop) ended up together (YES ANOTHER OC X CANON THINGY FIGHT ME)

(Now) best friends with Claws,Alma and Jade(i haven't introduced her yet,she'll be next)

Claws is actually terrified of Vicky (lol)

Alma thinks Vicky cool as hell tho

Jade is like their mother figure

Back to the being posessed thing,Vicky is still working for that demon

Fun facts!!

Like I mentioned, Discord from MLP

With that said,Vicky has the ability to control time,they can stop the time for up to a minute...which is more than enough for Vicky to cause havoc,though they rarely use their powers anymore

Able to bend and stretch in cartoony ways

Their hat has a little dimension in it with lots of clocks and mirrors(they're used to watch over different universes)

Their hammer is H E A V Y,like over 5 tons

Vicky is sort of a demigod,so they have huge strenght

And they're also buff(but still chubby cuz <333)

Would fistfight god

Did fistfight a god before

Poor Vicky never really learned how to read or write,but they're still able do both..just a bit slowly

Absolutely devoted to any person they love,would and will kill anyone for their friends and family

Has the thickest german accent imagineable

Had to be stitched together because of accidents

No sense of danger at all,not like they can die anyway

Even if Claws is terrified of them,they still look up to her a lot,Vicky sees her as a cool aunt

Now Alma is the cool older sibling they can drag into crazy shit

ICP fan (me too Vicky me too)

Used to be my self insert in 2019😭💀

Somehow managed to have triplets with Candy (he was proud of himself for that)

Not the best parent but still managed to give their kids an amazing childhood<3

Closing it with something less wholesome,Vicky ate mice before (said it tasted like cow meat((never tasted cow meat before)) )

The dimension in their hat

(Old aahh drawing💀)

And a playlist

And this template thing