#i was gonna put glitter on the noses but i decided against it bc there isnt any tinsel in the fur... just lots of color

[antisocialxconstruct]

alright you guys voted clown dogs and clown dogs you shall have

[akumastrife]

strike the match // dream pack (trc)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: just slutty business, swearing, dubious consent bc canon appropriate drugs Fandom: Raven Cycle

Relationships: the dream pack but everyone’s sharing Proko as K watches, as things should be

Back!! on my bullshit!!!! 

{Also on AO3}

The rowing team shirt was faded and ragged, tiny cigarette burns in one shoulder, and stretched entirely ill-fitting across Prokopenko’s broad chest.

It was never meant to fit. It wasn’t his.

The sleeves had been carefully cut off—speaking to Lynch’s theft of it from Gansey—and then the bottom half ripped off in a show of violence that could only hint at Proko’s subsequent theft of it when Lynch had left it last.

Three power play tug-o-wars to upset Kavinsky most.

By the way Proko’s lip was puffy and bleeding—wrapped slack around Kavinsky’s dick, relaxed between his knees, just breathing, jesus fucking christ—Swan thought maybe Proko was winning.

It was easier to stare too long at the disaster of a shirt, than at Proko himself with his busted mouth, wondering how good it’d feel.

Kavinsky scraped his thumb nail over the head of the match, already blackened and used up. It flared up again anyway, and he put it out against Proko’s shoulder. Another singed hole in the shirt. Swan had watched the cycle four times over already, primed for each spark.

“You just gonna gloat?” Jiang asked, accusation cutting quick through the heady lack of talking over the music, and the headier smoke filling the basement. It wasn’t quite pot. Too white, too fragrant, like a building smoldering in its own embers. Close enough for Skov, so it was good enough for Swan.

“Yeah, K, you got him looking so pretty,” Skov jeered. “How long it’d take you to train him like that?”

“Probably got him all doped up,” Jiang said.

Kavinsky said nothing; eyes saying nothing from behind those stupid white sunglasses. He took another drag on his joint, and then shifted his feet—the scrape of soles too loud for how the music rattled Swan’s bones—as he dragged Proko’s mouth off his dick by a hand in his hair.

Swan felt Skov wince in sympathy from beside him on the couch.

Proko gasped like he hadn’t breathed in hours, eyes fluttering and lips parted slack. It was such a damn shame he was so pretty. “Can I?” Proko asked, voice ragged and ruined already.

Kavinsky tugged him up to claim his mouth in a painful kiss, his own lips stained red when he pulled back. There was something… tender, in the soothing of his tongue along the cut in Proko’s lip. But that was all before he was releasing Proko and pushing him towards the two of them on the couch.

Jiang whined in disappointment.

“Fuck yeah,” Swan breathed and got up immediately to make room. His fingers twitched against his own thighs, wanting, eager, knowing to wait. He really wasn’t any better than Proko.

Were any of them?

He watched—eyes feeling too wide to match how his ribs cracked in expanding to make room for his lungs—as Proko slid over Skov’s sprawled thighs, folding himself down to let Skov have his mouth in a desperate kiss.

“Fuck,” slipped out on a groan. He adjusted himself through his sweats, glancing over at Jiang doing the same. “I wanna try his mouth.”

Skov glanced over Proko’s shoulder, pupils blown dark, stupid long lashes fluttering in that look of want Swan knew all too well. “What do you think, Proko?”

Proko moaned, high and breathy and utterly domesticated, what the fuck. Proko used to put up more of a fight, used to grin razor sharp and delight in tussling until he was put on his stomach and made to enjoy the surrender of it.

What the fuck had Kavinsky done to him?

He’d think about it later. Much later, he decided, as Proko staggered up and turned in Skov’s hands. He slid back, pupils and lips both parted around darkness and wanting, letting Skov handle him however he wanted. Gave into Skov’s spider-like fingers running eager up his ribs, down around his stomach and hips, like he was warming him up. Proko’s stomach tightened and flexed—eager.

Proko reached forward, hands clamping painfully tight around Swan’s hips to drag him forward, eyes trained on him with a single-minded focus that made Swan’s mouth bone-fucking-dry.

He groaned, knowing already he was doomed, and stepped up between both of their parted knees—Skov’s tilting out to push Proko’s more obscene—and fumbled at the worn knot of drawstrings, only looking at Proko, at Skov’s eyes flashing dark and hungry over Proko’s shoulder, at Jiang’s desperate reflection in the cracked mirror behind the sagging couch.

It was a fast and heady race between them to see who could get Proko first. Skov laughed brightly as he tugged at Proko’s cut offs, reaching under him to pinch Swan’s thigh as he pushed his sweats down. Swan swatted his clever hand away and then lost everything in a gut-punched curse, bowing over Proko’s mouth immediately around his dick.

“Jesus,” he hissed, nails biting into Proko’s shoulders. “Lemme fucking prepare myself, dude, fuck.” He hadn’t been ready; ready, yes, but it was fast and a shock and he was sensitive and Proko’d forgotten to not use his fucking teeth. He wasn’t like Jiang. He didn’t play like that. He preferred teeth in other parts of him, not his fucking cock, christ.

“Hurry up, then, and catch up,” Skov mumbled, rolling his eyes. He did something with his hands that had Proko whining and buckling at all his joints like a broken doll.

He had to stop thinking about Proko that way.

“How the fuck are you already—still?—slick, dude?” Skov said, split between awed and alarmed. He glanced up at Swan (looked up up up, eyes dark, teeth catching his bottom lip and farther to grab his snake bites—Swan wanted to fuck that mouth too. He would. After.) “I got four fingers in ‘im already, can you fucking believe?”

“What?” Jiang snapped. He struggled up and careened across the basement, crashing into the couch beside Skov and craning in to look. He inhaled fast and stuttering, tongue flicking out like he wanted a taste, tongue stud flashing in the low lighting, and Swan wanted to let him just so he could watch.

He fisted a hand in Proko’s hair, humming pleased at how Proko whined immediately at the pull, sinking farther down, taking all of him, and swallowed several times until Swan was seeing stars.

“Fuck, K, does he not have a gag thing anymore?” Swan asked. He locked his knees, hitching his hips forward, and rolled his head on his neck to look over at Kavinsky. At their king. But in the way a monster might sit above a fae court, volatile and untouchable.

He had to stop listening to Jiang ramble about his fantasy books.  

He couldn’t see Kavinsky’s eyes, but he felt him looking back all the same. “You must’ve really worked on him.”

Kavinsky said nothing; chapped lips curling around the joint again and face turning to fix on Proko rocking back on Skov’s fingers, the sharp arch of his back

Judging, maybe.

Measuring his form to some standard Swan never wanted to know. K’s brows furrowed slightly. Dragged his thumb over the spent match head (Proko’s tongue dragged devastatingly over his slit.) His thumb was nearly as black.

“I’ll have him gagging,” Skov warned, and snapped Proko back by the hips, pulling him down onto his dick. Proko flinched and slid off Swan’s dick with a gut-punched sound so wounded that Swan almost came on the spot with nothing more than the flat of Proko’s tongue.

Skov swore low and drawn out, eyelashes fluttering. And then sunk his teeth into the back of Proko’s shoulder.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jiang whispered, fumbling his pants off and peeled one of Proko’s hands off Swan’s hips to put it in his own lap, groaning loud and obscene. Not even the thumping music could cover it.

“Loud bitch,” Swan muttered, meeting Skov’s eyes and jerking his chin at him. Skov grinned, glittering sharp like a viper, and stuffed his fingers into Jiang’s mouth.

“Don’t be a bitch and bite,” Skov snapped. He didn’t have to. Jiang probably wasn’t even listening anymore.

Swan snorted. He pulled Proko back onto his dick, watching Skov more than anything. “How’s he?”

“Like a fuckin’ dream,” Skov groaned.

Out of the corner of his eye, Swan saw K smile. Just a flicker. Maybe that was just the hazy air.

Swan rocked his hips faster, bending over Proko to catch Skov’s mouth in a slick kiss. He felt Skov starting to smile, taunting, that asshole, and bit his lip to head that shit right off. He liked kissing Skov, fucking sue him, and he tasted better when he was getting his dick wet.

Thick smoke rolled over them, snaking into nose and mouth, and Swan nearly choked on it. Kissed Skov to keep from coughing: harder, meaner, greedier. Tried to forget about Kavinsky watching and couldn’t; felt his eyes on them like claws into flesh. The smoke was sweeter, musky. Rotting wood, maybe, or something that smelled like desperation and hunger.

He bit into Skov—

He was so hungry. For Proko’s tight throat and Skov’s pierced mouth. For violence and the simmering heat that bloomed whenever he put someone on their back. Arousal built on itself, climbing up his spine and pulling taut as wire.

“You just gonna sit there?” Swan asked, harsh and breathless. He glared over at Kavinsky. Hitched his hips to push harder at Proko to make him choke, relishing in the wet, gasping noises and how it made Skov breath harder, tone edged higher.

Kavinsky smiled. He had too many teeth—

Swan blinked—

Kavinsky wasn’t smiling at all. He shifted, slow and like his body was made of shifting and crumbling branches, and turned the music up higher. Louder and grating. He stood, taking another drag, holding it until he’d stepped over and blew the smoke into Swan’s face.

Swan blinked fast, inhaling against his better judgment and shuddering at the acrid tang of the smoke curling in his lungs, fucking Proko’s mouth a little faster.

“Fuck yes, baby boy,” Skov groaned, strained and right on that fucking edge. Swan knew it too well, knew exactly what he sounded like, tasted like, felt like inside and out when he was hanging on the precipice of losing it. Proko keened, moving faster; Jiang inhaled fast and sharp, chewing on Skov’s fingers and hitching his hips up into Proko’s fist, tight and wet.

Swan wanted to do something very stupid.

Something scraped sharply right in his ear, making him twitch (making his dick jump) and he turned his head to see Kavinsky still standing there, bright match in his hand. The flame flickered hungrily, licking charred wood and charred flesh.

Kavinsky’s sunglasses stared at him, unreadable and expectant. Held out the match. An offer or a demand, it was all the same.

Swan opened his mouth.

The world went up in flames.

[lvanter]

mcdonald’s drive through ; bang chan

warnings; swearing, affection,

soft chan? did you mean YES

listen just listen

i would give my life up for chan but he wouldn’t allow it lbr

enough about me.

let’s set the scene

you: on your way to the dorm

chan: in love, (in the dorm)

woojin, changbin, minho, jeongin: jyp practice room

00 line: ,,,,,,,,,,, ,, , , ,   ,,, , let’s not

LIke i said, you’re on your way to the skz dorm

and chan is in the dorm waiting for you

he’s more excited than usually for some reason he’s not sure of himself

maybe because it’s been a while since he last saw you?

maybe because he knows you’ve gotten a haircut (bro,,,, if u don’t have hair,,,, sorry) and he hasn’t seen it yet

maybe because for the first time in a while it’s only gonna be the two of you in the dorm

(none of that lnfhfsjds)

chan isn’t sure. all he knows is that he’s gonna see you in less than 10 minutes and he loves you

so when he finally hears a small knock on the door he sprints to the front door

okay but we need to talk about how much knocking on doors hurt????? like are we all just ignoring that it hurts like hell to knock???????? why does nobody talk about it????? especially when it’s a glass door???????

it’s YOUUUUU!!!!

chan let’s out a sigh when he sees you, and gives you the second biggest smile you’ve ever seen

(the first was when you said yes when he asked if he could be ur bf)

he moved aside so you could walk in.

you took ur shoes off and open your arms for a hug

chan smiles so big and gives you one of the best hugs you’ve ever had

“i missed you” he mumbled against ur shoulder

“i missed you too” you giggled (and chan felt his heart beat faster)

he hugged u a bit tighter before pulling away and cupping your cheeks (SCREECH)

god, you were stunning

chans heart started beating faster as he kept looking at you

u grew shy under his gaze

he was just looking at you with so much love you felt your heart explode

“i really missed you. your new hair suits you”

you giggled again and leaned into his right hand

when i tell you chan melted

(chans heart when you leaned into his hand: JAJSJAJSSJSJZJAJBSISNWKSNSOSBSKWJSOSNWKSNALSBSKSJAKASJAHSDJAHAJJDKSNSJSHSSKMSKWNDJSNSKSNAOSNEKWHWLSBABSKSHAKSHAJSDNSKSNHAKABSKA)

“thank you”

your voice was so soft

hey reader? yeah uh, chan would like his heart back

you normally you aren’t as affectionate as this

u usually respond with some kind of sarcasm

but idk man there’s just something in the air

chan kisses your nose (FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSAFHFJHA) and leads you to the couch and puts on a movie

and then u CUDDLE

chan gives great cuddles

u watch a couple of movie, pausing them from time to time (bc u can’t concentrate on something for that long OwO)

it’s getting late and the boys slowly came home

(the 00 liners were covered in mud, feathers and glitter, but ,,,, u didn’t ask)

throughout the day chan said ‘i love you’ like 5756369456drdtr4664dreaa4 times

like i said normally you would say something sarcastic in response,,,, but not today

today u just said you love him too or u cuddled into him.

(making him go: HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSAKHGBDKJHGDSAKJHDHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)

can we get an f in the chat for chans heart

there was a permanent blush on his face for like the whole evening

he was so thankful it was dark or else you would’ve teased him to no end

as it got later and later the ‘’effect’’ that caused you to be loving wore off and u were back to the sarcasm

so when chan said

“i love you”

“sir, this is a mcdonald’s drive through”

‘’ffs y/n’’

you just laughed at his misery and squished his cheeks

because you KNOW what you squishing his cheeks does to him

‘’awe is my baby blushing?’’ u teased, like the asshole u are

(chan, visibly red and flustered) ‘’wha- n-no i’m not’’

u giggled and kissed his nose (im in tears imagine kissing chan on the nose,,,,just a little ᵐʷᵃʰ)

chan is lowkey scared his heart is gonna beat out of his chest when u kissed him on the nose

god, he is so fucking in love with you

what’re you doing to him

this isn’t fair

ur hands are cuping his cheeks and chan feels so loved just by the way ur looking at him

‘’i really really really love you, y/n’’

u were gonna say something sarcastic but when u saw the look in his eyes u decided not to

‘’i really really really love you too, chan’’

and with that u kissed him ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶦᵖˢ

[arteacactus]

Starlit Waters

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any?? Roman gets pretty sad but I think that’s it Pairing: Platonic Logince Word count: 1619 Notes: Sorry in advance for the poor writing (and really bad title)! Anyway this is a fic (and art) based on @fandergecko‘s mermaid au bc it’s perfection

Roman was not having a good time.

He didn’t particularly know why he wasn’t having a good time, he just wasn’t. He was sad, tense, anxious, and he had no clue when, how, or why it had come about. One minute he was petting a fish and the next he was laying on an open patch of sand, staring up at the rippling waves above, willing tears not to fall.

It was nighttime, and the water swirling above distorted the look of the moon, the bright blue glow forming moving streaks of light in the water that lit up the scales of Roman’s tail and made his fins glitter prettily, the blue glow cast on his red scales giving him a purple hue, ripples of shimmering light running across his scales.

Fingers twitching, Roman rolled onto his side, facing a large gap in the floor of the ocean, the deep trench dark and spooky-looking, shadows dancing along the edges where the moonlight hit. He saw large fish blink at him from the opening of the pit before diving deep into the shadows once more. He watched other fish casually swim along on top of the gap, as if they weren’t bothered whatsoever by the deep, scary hole in the ground.

Roman took a deep breath and decided to just take in his surroundings, studying the area he was in, try and forget about his sadness in hopes that it will just eventually wear off.

The sand he laid on was soft, he realized, sticking his hand into a small mound of the white, fluffy sand, rubbing the grains between his fingers and watching it cloud the water. There were some pretty stones surrounding him, pink and green and blue, swirling with other colors mixed in, patterns of rainbow coating the stones.

Roman realized that, other than the occasional piece of coral spotting the ground, it was pretty bland where he laid.

Letting out a low whine, he curled up, and the tears flowed, openly pouring as he sobbed, releasing his emotions into the ocean. Why was he even sad? He didn’t really know, and it was silly for him to cry over something he didn’t even know.

The more he cried, though, the more tears came- it seemed to never end, letting out choked, loud sobs as he curled up in the patch of sand.

And that’s how Logan found him, the man hearing muffled crying in the distance as he was exploring, and he couldn’t help but feel curious.

Following the sound, Logan stumbled upon Roman, and paused.

He’s.. never seen Roman in such a huge amount of distress. Obviously, he knew he could get sad, but he just didn’t think he’d ever see it.

Logan stopped, contemplating what he could do.

He could try his best to comfort him, or he could just continue right past him, forget he’d ever seen it, and let Roman cry alone.

.. Even to him, that seemed like a terrible thing to do.

So, Logan took in a deep breath, and he slowly made his way towards the other, who didn’t seem to notice him as he approached, until Logan mumbled, “Roman?”

Upon hearing he was not alone, Roman jumped, startled, and sand flew in large clouds everywhere, almost getting Logan in the eye if he hadn’t moved away quick enough.

“Logan,” Roman sputtered, quickly rubbing his eyes, as if trying to rid of the evidence that he was crying, even though he knew it was no use.

“Roman,” Logan repeated, then hesitated. Would it be a bad idea to talk about it? He didn’t know. “You are.. Distressed.”

“Brilliant deduction.” Roman replied dryly, “I am astounded by your intelligence.”

Logan frowned. “What is causing your state of sadness?” He questioned, choosing to ignore Roman’s sass.

“Nothing,” Roman replied, crossing his arms over his chest, “Nothing is.”

“Roman,” Logan sighed, “Is it so hard to believe I may want to help you-”

“I’m not trying to be stubborn. Nothing is causing it.” Roman cut him off, “Or.. I don’t know what is causing it, but it feels like it’s nothing.”

Oh.

Logan paused, and his frown deepened. That complicated things.

“Well.. how shall I make you feel better?”

“What?” Roman seemed genuinely confused, “Why?”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to help you.” Logan scoffed, “You seriously think I wouldn’t care?”

He seemed to have stunned Roman into silence, and it gave Logan a little more time to think.

He wasn’t all too sure how to make Roman feel better. He wasn’t exactly.. Good at comfort. Sure, he could handle himself just fine, but when it came to others, he might as well be a rock, because he couldn’t help whatsoever.

Well, he supposed he might as well try out something he’d always heard, but never done.

“Can I give you a hug?” Logan asked awkwardly after a second, and Roman froze again. Just when Logan started to worry he’d said the wrong thing, Roman nodded.

Logan approached the other and hesitantly put his arms around him, and inhaled sharply in surprise when Roman clung to him, squeezing the air out of his lungs with the tight grip of his hug.

Roman honestly didn’t realize how much he craved to be held until Logan touched him, and Roman couldn’t stop himself from throwing himself at Logan, silently pleading to be held more- he craved to be hugged and touched.

Logan, after an awkward pause, tightened his hold on Roman, resting his head on the other’s shoulder and giving out a soft exhale as Roman continued to sob into his shoulder. Was this supposed to happen? Roman wasn’t pulling away, but he wasn’t entirely sure if this is how hugging worked.

Oh well. It seemed to be helping.

Logan held Roman for an exact two minutes and sixteen seconds, letting the other cry into his neck the whole time, until Roman finally loosened his grip and removed himself from Logan’s hold.

“Th-Thank you,” Roman croaked, sniffling and rubbing his nose, “I’m sorry for- for crying so much.”

“It’s fine,” Logan assured, “You needed it, I’m sure.”

Roman cracked a grin and took a deep breath, “I’m sure you had somewhere to go, so..”

“Well.. not really,” Logan shrugged, “Not anywhere you can’t accompany me, anyway.”

“Wh-What?”

“You really think I’d just leave you here? Come on. I want to show you something.”

Roman scrunched his face in confusion, but followed Logan anyway when he swam upwards, towards the surface of the water.

“You- You do know that I can’t-”

“Yes, Roman,” Logan replied, “I know you can’t do it for too long. But I want you to see this.”

Roman gave a shaky exhale, watching Logan break through the water, anxiously tapping his fingers against his arm, before following him.

Immediately, the cold air bit at him, making Roman shiver and instinctively move closer to Logan for warmth. “What did you want to show me..?”

“Look,” Logan pointed upwards, into the sky, where a clear view of the milky way could be seen, stretched across the sky and lighting up the water.

Roman froze, breath being punched from his lungs at the sight of the stars twinkling above him, the reddish color in the sky almost reminding him of-

“It reminds me of your tail,” Logan mumbled sheepishly, “B-Because it’s reddish, and the stars are like the way your tail sparkles..” He rubbed his hot cheeks, face red.

Roman stared at Logan, shocked, watching the flustered man frantically avoid eye contact, before his own face bloomed red and he grinned, “Thank you, I am quite pretty, aren’t I?”

Logan huffed, rolling his eyes, but felt thankful that Roman didn’t mock him. “Did you know the largest constellation by area is Hydra, which is 3.16 percent of the sky? The smallest is Crux, which only takes up 0.17 percent of the sky.”

Roman nodded, not understanding a single word, but trying to be supportive anyway. Besides, Logan’s eyes were lit up with such joy as he pointed to the stars and eagerly named them off, then rambling some fact about the star afterwards.

“Supergiant stars are the largest stars in the universe. They can be thousands of times bigger than our sun, and have a mass up to 100 times greater. The largest known supergiant star, VY Canis Majoris, is up to 2,100 times the size of the sun- based on upper estimates.” Logan excitedly told him, and turned to Roman with such a big, happy grin, that Roman just had to give him a smile in return.

“Very fascinating, darling,” Roman replied, and before he could correct himself, Logan’s face bloomed with color once again, and Roman had to stop himself from snorting out a laugh at the way the other seemed to have broken.

Logan blue-screened, too flustered to figure out what to say, stammering out a few words before decided it wasn’t worth it, and he fixed the goggles on his face. “S-Surely the air is bothering you now, yes?” He managed to get out, then hid, diving right back into the water, leaving Roman to cackle for a while before following him.

Logan, still red-faced, crossed his arms over his chest. “So.. Do you feel any better, Roman?”

Roman smiled. “I do, thank you, Logan. But now I have to do important things. Very important things. Because I’m important.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but nodded. “Then go pet a fish. I wouldn’t call it important, but whatever you want-”

Roman made an offended noise, “Fish petting is important!” He insisted, pouting as Logan just grinned.

Yeah, Roman did feel better. He was gonna be okay.