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Bonus Round 1
Bonus Round 0 is now closed, and Bonus Round 1 is now open! Let's get creating, shall we?
This round, the theme is book-based AUs.
If you have an idea for something you'd like to see, please leave a book title, the characters involved, and any other details as a PROMPT below. Then read through everyone else's prompts, and leave a FILL for any which catch your eye. Fills can be in any media, and they need not be long, but please put a little effort in--if anyone starts spamming this post for points, we'll be able to tell.
You should place PROMPT/FILL, your current team affiliation and a brief summary in the comment title. NSFW prompts and fills should mention this in the summary or at the top of the post.
You will be awarded five points per prompt for the first five prompts you leave. The first three fills posted for each prompt will receive 15 points, the next three 10 points, and the next three 5 points. Prompts with ten or more fills will no longer receive fill points.
Bonus rounds are still rarepair only, but you can post prompts or fills for any rare ship this round, including gen/platonic ones (which should be indicated with an & as above). However, you may not fill your own prompt. We also encourage people not to fill prompts from their teammates, although the points will not be deducted if you do.
Bonus round fills can include links provided they are publicly viewable. Works can also be cross-posted to other websites, as there is no anonymity requirement in bonus rounds. However, works posted directly to comments will be limited to 16,000 characters by the Dreamwidth comment limit. Longer works should therefore be divided between multiple comments.
Remember, Team Chuck can participate in bonus rounds, and if you change teams, points earned will transfer with you until the end of the team shuffle period.
This round will close on October 6.
This round, the theme is book-based AUs.
If you have an idea for something you'd like to see, please leave a book title, the characters involved, and any other details as a PROMPT below. Then read through everyone else's prompts, and leave a FILL for any which catch your eye. Fills can be in any media, and they need not be long, but please put a little effort in--if anyone starts spamming this post for points, we'll be able to tell.
You should place PROMPT/FILL, your current team affiliation and a brief summary in the comment title. NSFW prompts and fills should mention this in the summary or at the top of the post.
You will be awarded five points per prompt for the first five prompts you leave. The first three fills posted for each prompt will receive 15 points, the next three 10 points, and the next three 5 points. Prompts with ten or more fills will no longer receive fill points.
Bonus rounds are still rarepair only, but you can post prompts or fills for any rare ship this round, including gen/platonic ones (which should be indicated with an & as above). However, you may not fill your own prompt. We also encourage people not to fill prompts from their teammates, although the points will not be deducted if you do.
Bonus round fills can include links provided they are publicly viewable. Works can also be cross-posted to other websites, as there is no anonymity requirement in bonus rounds. However, works posted directly to comments will be limited to 16,000 characters by the Dreamwidth comment limit. Longer works should therefore be divided between multiple comments.
Remember, Team Chuck can participate in bonus rounds, and if you change teams, points earned will transfer with you until the end of the team shuffle period.
This round will close on October 6.
FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Intoxication, NSFW
Dean could never figure it out. Could never figure out what made Abaddon so attractive, so intoxicating, so Goddamn fascinating. She was spread out on the bed at the moment, skin bright-white in comparison to black silk sheets, and she'd let her hair down so it pooled around her shoulders and spread out on the pillow around her. Her back was a sleek line, and he found his mouth dry as his eyes moved downwards, taking in the sight of her ass, perfectly-sized and pretty and slightly rounded, and as she shifted, spreading her thighs a little and revealing pink between her legs, Dean swallowed.
"God." He whispered under his breath, but Abaddon heard him, and she turned onto her side, leaning on her forearm as she raised her eyebrows at him. His gaze was drawn to her tits, but then she grinned and the expression was predatory, and his eyes moved back up. God, her eyes. They were so strange, so odd, black in her face and shiny, buttons in the middle of her face, and he stared.
Not for the first time, he stared.
“Hello, Dean.” Abaddon said, and it was a purr as she slid backwards, almost arachnid in the strange, speedy grace of her limbs, to lean up against the headboard. She sat up, and then she spread her legs, letting him see between her thighs, where white skin became pink.
“Aren’t you going to come closer?” Said the spider to the fly, and the words echoed in Dean’s mind, but he took a hesitant step forwards, and then another, and then another. The Otherworld was always strange, always sort of detached and surreal, but when Dean was with Abaddon the effect is vastly multiplied.
She stroked over her left thigh with her hand, where the nails were perfectly manicured and painted a crimson red (blood red, his mind twangs, but Dean didn’t recognize the significance in that moment), and he stepped forwards, let his thighs rest against the wooden frame at the end of the bed.
He stripped off his shirt, his jeans, kicked off his shoes, in the eager way he always did, leaving him naked at the foot of the bed. He was muscular, and more tanned than Abaddon was, and he had a tattoo he shouldn’t have on his chest, one that his parents didn’t know about and hopefully never would.
He made his way up, between her thighs to kiss her lips - and they were so red, red like her nails - and moan against them as she grasped at his cock and began to stroke. Abaddon always took control, and she flipped them over now, pressing kisses down his chest and suckling at his nipples and God, in the real world his nipples were barely sensitive to anything, but here, here, in the Otherworld, every sensation was multiplied by ten and, when Abaddon was around, made ten times more erotic too.
She’d made him wear panties before, little black slips of fabric that barely covered his skin and left his cock hard and leaking by the time he’d been allowed to wriggle out of them, but tonight, there was no play. This was a fantasy world, a world where everything felt good, and tonight Dean didn’t need any cherries on top of the cake.
He whined as she squeezed his thighs with hers, leaning back up again to press a quick kiss of plump lips to Dean’s own. She lifted herself up, lined up his cock, and then slowly, God, dear God, so slowly , lowered herself down. She was hot, wet, impossibly tight, and Dean let out a desperate, half-whimpered little noise.
Abaddon smirked at him, teeth white and standing out against bright red lips, and something about that sight stayed with him, took over his mind as she began to fuck herself down on him, hands on his shoulders for the sake of keeping her balance.
Dean felt overwhelmed already, orgasm coiling in his stomach, and oh, God, he needed to come, but he just wasn’t getting there, couldn’t get to that precious fucking edge. She smiled at him, the expression sugar-sweet. Dean swallowed, looking up at her with wide eyes. “More.” He demanded, and it was a demand, and she laughed at him.
But then, by God, she gave him what he needed, sped her pace and clenched tightly around him as she dug her nails into his shoulders. When Dean came, he nearly screamed, feeling electric, feather sensations all across his skin, his body alight with the feeling.
When he was finished, she ran clever little circles over his skin with red-painted nails (spider), tracing over his tattoo. “Be mine, Dean.” She said, and even though her voice was quiet the statement wasn't soft, and it rang through the room as clearly as the peal of a bell.
“I’m yours.” He whispered, and she beamed at him.
She never let go.
Re: FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Intoxication, NSFW