srs2013 | Bonus Round 2

Bonus Round 2

Bonus Round 1 is now closed, and Bonus Round 2 is now open!

This round, the theme is holidays/special occasions.

If you have an idea for something you'd like to see, please leave the ship, a holiday/special occasion, and any other details as a PROMPT below. After you've posted, 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. Do not forget to change the title of the comment when posting a FILL as a reply to a PROMPT. NSFW prompts and fills should mention this in the summary or at the top of the post. Reminder that team names must be in alphabetical order (ie. Balthazar/Death, not Death/Balthazar) and that portmanteaus (ie. Lubriel, Annaby) are not allowed when identifying team affiliation.

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). Due to some unforeseen complication from last round, we have changed the rules. It is now 15 points per fill for the first three fills by three different people. So if someone does a fic for Fill 1 and a fanmix for Fill 2, then get 15 + 10 points, and then Person 2 does a fill and Person 3 does a fill, so even though those would be fills 3 and 4, they count as 15 and 15 points since they're fills by new people. You are still not permitted to 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 is now closed.

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When Bobby got back to his house, he could tell something just wasn’t right. Warily, he pushed to door open, reaching for the shotgun he kept on the table by the door. Cautiously, he entered the darkened house, stepping quietly and carefully. Who knows what kind of creature could be lurking in the shadows or around the corner…

“SURPRISE!”

Bobby fired, but missed. Thank god, because he’d been aiming directly at Dean. The salt round exploded as it hit the wall behind him.

Well…now that Bobby was having an actual heart attack…

“Jesus, are you shitting me?!” Bobby hissed through his teeth.

Bobby had been ambushed, not by any monster, but by Dean, Sam, Ellen, Jo and Jody who were all gathered in the living room of Bobby’s house.

“I could’ve killed you, boy!”

Dean, unphased, just shrugged, even laughing a little. Bobby was not amused.

“What in the holy hell were you thinking! Scaring an old man hunter like me? Are you serious!? Only two things could’ve come from that. 1. I would’ve shot somebody, and 2. I have a heart attack. Someone dies either way! Did you even think this through?”

“Relax, Bobby,” Ellen said, approaching the hunter who leaned against his desk for support. “Nobody, died, alright.”

Once Bobby caught his breath, heaving from the mild stroke he was having, he said, “What the hell was this even for?”

All the guests looked at him, dumb grins on their faces that Bobby just wanted to smack off of them.

“It’s your birthday, Bobby,” Jo said finally.

Fuck…Bobby thought.

“Oh…” He breathed another heavy sigh and after a long pause, “Well did you at least get me presents?”

Laughing, they all crowded around Bobby, Sam and Dean both clapping him on the back, the women hugging the ornery old hunter. They all wished him a happy birthday.

“Yeah, yeah,” he brushed them off. “Someone get me a fucking drink.”

Browsing the isles of cheap Halloween party favors, Cas turned to Meg, picking up a black cat decoration and eyeing it skeptically. “Meg, I don’t understand why I have to dress up to pass as an angel. I am an actual angel. Why am I required to conform to human’s misleading and stereotypical idea of a holy personage?”

“Correction, were an actual angel.”

Cas glanced at Meg with a severely displeased look, squinting his eyes in that way that Meg found much too adorable for his own good.

“Look, Cas, it’s just supposed to be fun, alright? Humor me.”

Cas wasn’t happy, but he found it incredibly difficult to say no to Meg. Especially when she gave him that look. “Fine,” Cas hissed. “…but if I have to dress like an ‘angel’ you have to dress like a ‘demon’.”

Cas shuffled reluctantly to the dressing room with a white robe in hand and a gold sash to tie it. Meg picked out a pair of sparkly white wings and a fluffy halo, passing it to him through the door. He glared and did the eyes squinty thing again. She just grinned.

They ended up leaving the shop with a cheap and disturbingly inaccurate version of each of their respective races.

It was a bit cold the night of and Meg, in her tight red leotard and thigh high, cherry red boots was getting a bit chilly. Though, admittedly, she looked quite the opposite of cold. Cas nearly jumped out of his skin when she grabbed his hand. “Relax…” she whined. “You’re so jumpy, Jesus…”

“I’m not supposed to be Jesus, Meg. Jesus doesn’t have wings.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Look, Clarance. It’s getting a bit cold out here, don’t you think.”

“No…I…”

“I think we should go back soon.”

Cas didn’t agree that it was cold, but then again, he was a little more substantially clad than she was. “Okay, if you say so…”

“I think we can find a better use for these costumes anyway…” Meg glanced at him with a fiery intent in her eyes, wicked smirk smeared across her face.

He squinted at her, not seeing where exactly she was going with this. “I…I don’t see what you mean…”

“You will.” That night, Halloween quickly became Cas’ new favorite holiday.

Gabriel and Balthazar spend the evening at a Christmas Fair eating, drinking, and reflecting on how they spent past Christmases.

Adam and Michael retell the story of their first trip to the beach and how they had it all planned out, camping by the fire after a nice relaxing road trip and just enjoying each other for the weekend, but they just laugh because their car had broke down and the radio was stuck on some god awful bubblegum pop station for three hours and by the time they even got to the beach it was raining. Basically all fluff but this could turn into a NSFW prompt? idk

Benny takes Cas around New Orleans during Mardi Gras. Masks, beads, and madness.

Dean and Samandriel meet in Vegas and accidentally get hitched.

Castiel very much appreciates his secretary Meg.

"Your fangs look fuckin' dumb, Dean."
"Shut up, Benny, you're the one who bought them."
"Yeah, 'cause you're a real cutie." Dean curled a lip at the endearment, but Benny continued to talk before he could object. "And you wanted to dress up, now didn'tcha?" Dean bared his fangs and made an exaggerated hiss.
Benny started laughing so hard he nearly fell off his barstool. Dean rolled his eyes and then crossed his arms, beginning to pout. Benny steadied himself on the side of the bar, grinning at Dean.
"Let's go back to the motel room." He purred suddenly, leaning forwards and pressing his lips to Dean's, so Dean felt his stubble drag on his own clean-shaven cheeks.
"What about the party?" Dean pulled the plastic fangs from his mouth, holding them between his finger and thumb.
"What about my dick, kid?" Benny retorted, and Dean snorted.
"You're insatiable."
"You're pretty, what can I say?" Dean and Benny moved out of the bar, and once the door was closed behind them Benny ripped at Dean's clothes, the cheap fabric of Dean's Dracula costume, such a stark contrast to Benny's own expensive and beautifully made piratical one. Dean made no attempt to tear at Benny's own, and quickly enough he removed his own costume, baring muscle and skin to Dean's eyes.
"Put the fangs back in." Benny said. Dean stared at him.
"Are you kidding?"
"No, they're cute! Put 'em back in." Dean gave a long-suffering sigh, and reached for the plastic on the bedside table.

LOL. Nice! New fetish :D

Meg moved into the room, setting her bag aside and flicking her computer on before settling at her desk. "Ah, Meg, you're here!" Meg turned to regard her boss. Castiel was holding a small red gift bag, nervously shifting it in his hands. "It is Administrative Professionals' Day. I bought you some candy and a card - if you would like, you could- you could have the day off."

Meg raised her eyebrows at him. "Secretary appreciation day?" Castiel's cheeks flushed.

"I, er, well, the IAPP suggests the word-"

"I'm your secretary, Cas."

"Yes, Meg." Castiel agreed, unwilling to argue with her.

"I'm not taking the day off."

"Oh, but you should, you can have the day off and I'll just take care of myself, I can-"

"Last time I took a sick day you were late to all of your appointments and missed three deadlines." Castiel looked at the floor.

"I'm disorganized." He admitted.

"Yes. But, as it stands, we have two hours before your next meeting, Castiel." Meg stood, taking the bag and peering inside. "This is good candy."

"I'm glad you liked it. I merely wanted to show my appreciation for-" Meg grabbed Castiel by the tie and pulled him forwards by it, into Castiel's office, where she kicked the door closed. "Meg?"

"Show your appreciation for me with your mouth." Meg purred, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of the pile of fabric, shimmying out of her underwear to leave her in just her blouse, and Castiel stared, his mouth dry, as she positioned herself to sit on his desk and spread her thighs.

"Come on then, Cas. Chop chop. And you're taking me out for lunch."

"I am?"

"You are." Castiel chuckled a little, amused as he smiled at her for a moment. Then, after a small pause, he said, "Okay." And moved to drop to his knees between her legs and put his mouth to work.

Balthazar/Castiel - Balthazar is away for business, so the boys celebrate over Skype, in more ways than one. Include some banter about how they find Christmas to be a strange holiday maybe? Castiel decorating the tree while Balthy watches the way he moves?

Here's a fill!

ughhhhh I am in such pain but it's the good kind, this is cathartic

really well done, truly. I love that you went for Friends, given Lauren Tom's presence on the show

thank you for this <3 I'M SO ANXIOUS FOR KEVIN TO CONFRONT CROWLEY, I CAN HARDLY CONTAIN IT

hot damn I am all over this

Oh my god that was fantastic!!!!! Thank you for the fill! ahh!!

Oh. Oh yes. Wow thank you! unf

“They don’t look nothing like the real ones,” Benny commented as he dropped into the seat of the booth, sliding in next to Dean.

“Yeah?” Dean asked scooting further in as he plucked the fake fangs out, “Well I blame the person who bought it.”

Benny chuckled, “I thought it might be fun y’know?” he said shrugging.

“Well it looks stupid,” Dean grumbled as he watched the dressed up guests in the Roadhouse dancing, drinking and partying. This was something Sam and Jo had planned as their ‘fun’ for Halloween.

“Stupid suits you,” Benny grinned to which Dean rolled his eyes, letting the comment slide as he leant back against the plush leather seats. He was glad that Benny was here with him now.

“You ain’t gonna join them?” Benny asked, his lips by Dean’s ear making the hunter jump at the sudden contact.

Dean shuddered then shifted away and Benny only came closer, “No. I’m not much of a dancer,” he said taking another swig from the bottle of beer, trying to calm the way his heart was thudding in his chest. The vampire was always a professional at turning him on with these little gestures.

A lazy smug smirk formed on Benny’s lips, he knew just where Dean’s thoughts were flying to as of now, “Neither am I. How about we get out of here? Have some fun of our own.”

Dean knew from the smirk just what Benny was getting at. He wanted him.

“What kind of fun?” Dean asked feigning ignorance as he fiddled with the fake fangs.

“Fun involving you,” Benny growled leaning in to Dean his nostrils flaring at the hunter’s scent, “me,” he added, hand trailing along Dean’s inner thigh, “and fangs,” Benny finished as he pressed his lips to Dean’s neck, dragging his very real fangs against Dean’s neck.

A soft groan escaped his lips and Dean grabbed Benny’s hand pulling it against the front of his pants, letting him know that he wanted it too, “Where to?” he asked his voice husky and low.

“Back upstairs,” Benny replied, “see you there,” he teased, gently squeezing the bulge in Dean’s pants before he got up and left.

Dean was left sitting there for a moment, catching his breath before he followed suit, weaving through the crowd as he made his way to the stairs that led to the rooms above the bar.

“Hey, Dean!” He heaved a sigh, eyes rolling heavenward. ‘Fuck.’ “Where you going? The party's just getting started.”

He turned, “Sammy,” he said clapping his brother on the back, “I need to get out of these clothes, they’re getting a little too hot,” he said indicating his Dracula-like getup. “I’ll be right back when I’m done.”

“Sure you will,” Sam said watching as Dean took the steps two at a time. He’d seen Benny headed upstairs not too long ago and Sam knew those two wouldn’t be down until well past all the hours that end with ‘AM’.

Yeah, smooth, Dean. Real smooth. :P

Samandriel thinks he's real cute, every play on words is the most clever thing to him and he's been giggling all day, taking this whole Opposite Day thing seriously. He's currently leaning over the back of the couch in just his boxer briefs tapping his chin with false thoughtful determination 'hmm'ing and sighing between every little quip.

"I really don't want you to to fuck me so hard that I walk funny tomorrow." He'd tease in the most innocent way, standing and stretching like a cat before shuffling to stand just in front of Cas.

This little game was funny in the beginning, but Cas is hard and there's no way he's going to play along with the 'magic words' that Samandriel is waiting for, he'll just ignore him for a little longer, let him know he's not the only one who knows how to play.

"Castiel, wouldn't it just be a total bummer for me to get on my knees in front of you and just, I don't know...just suck you off?" He says almost in a bored tone laced with mischief, he's fighting dirty now and Castiel can feel his resolve slipping.

Cas clenches his fist into the fabric of his jeans and sighs, trying to hold his defenses for even a second longer, but Samandriel knows how to get what he wants. "Hmm, there's no way I would have prepped myself for you already and there is absolutely no lube hidden in the drawer of the table right next to you, just in case." And it's so frustrating that he toys with the waistband of his shorts for a moment before winking and pushing them the rest of the way down his legs. Cas huffs out a defeated laugh and says "Samandriel..." he pauses, if he's gonna do this he's gonna do it right dammit, "no. I'm not going to fuck you on the couch."

Surreal is the only way to describe the feeling of contradiction in his every move, saying one thing yet knowing that the snick and dull buzz of his button and zipper means he's going against everything his mouth is saying. "I'd be crazy to lay you out right here, sink right into you, pin your wrists above your head, and make you scream."

Samandriel is a little speechless, a 'God, yes!' is on the tip of his tongue, but what's yes and no anymore? Better just to wrap his hand around Cas' throbbing wet cock and shove his tongue down his throat, actions are better than words right now anyway.

((oh gosh I hope this is somewhere in the realm of what you were looking for and I hope it's long enough ^_^))

http://creatureofthelord.tumblr.com/post/63540149823

cross posted to tumblr :3

Lucifer is a street artist who asks a random passerby (Castiel) if he'd like to be a model for his Day of the Dead face painting. While he's laying on theses really intricate designs for the skeletal pattern they just keep staring into each others eyes and Luc keeps complimenting Cas' bone structure and calls him beautiful. Cas keeps blushing because he's not used to this kind of attention or the vibrancy of the festeval going on around them.

Very nice! I loved it! Short and sweet is good :)

FILL!

Pairing: Joannael

Castiel's Design | Lucifer's Design

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Castiel saw the artist eyeing him from the moment they stepped onto this street.

“Balthazar, please,” he said, trying to persuade his brother and his friends to walk down the other side instead. But of course his brother never listened to him. Castiel didn’t even know why he’d decided to accompany his brother to the Day of the Dead festival when his brother was already with his friends.

As they passed by the artist’s stall Castiel was stopped by the man, “Would you like to be my model for the day?” the man asks him. Castiel nearly jumps when he looks up. The man was covered in face paint himself and it wasn’t just his face. Beneath the black singlet that he wore, the black and white paint covered his neck and shoulders as well; he looked like the top half of a human skeleton. A rather handsome one too. “It would be a privilege to paint a face as nice as yours.”

Castiel feels his cheeks burning at the charming words.

“I…I can’t,” Castiel says looking over to Balthazar for confirmation instead he gives him a shrug and waves him off.

“I think you should get your face painted. I’ll come pick you up later,” his brother says and then the group is walking off leaving him there alone with the artist.

“Your friend seems to be having fun,” the man says leading him around the counter.

“He’s my brother,” Castiel quickly replies.

The man nods, “I’m Lucifer.”

“Castiel,” he offers.

Lucifer smiles at Castiel and tells him to have a seat. He already knows the design that he wants for Castiel. He’s had it planned since he saw him coming down the street. He mixes the paint and then comes back to Castiel who is sitting on the chair seeming a little nervous.

“Don’t be afraid,” Lucifer coaxes him as he reaches his hand under Castiel’s chin, tipping his head back so that he can begin. Bright blue eyes look to him as he does his job. They are wide-eyed and curious.

“You’ve got really nice eyes,” Lucifer comments as he paints a sparkly turquoise colour that surrounds Castiel’s eyes. It only serves to bring out the colour of his eyes more.

Castiel shifts under Lucifer’s skilled hands, his cheeks heating at the compliment, “Thanks.”

A smile spreads on Lucifer’s lips and he looks like the splitting image of a grinning skeleton there’s something ethereally creepy in it but it doesn’t spook Castiel. “Did you do your own design as well?” Castiel asked his eyes dropping to the pattern that ran down Lucifer’s neck and shoulders.

“Yeah, do you like it?” Lucifer asks lifting Castiel’s chin once more to daub more paint around his other eye.

“Yes, it looks very…professional,” Castiel says words failing him.

Lucifer chuckles, his thumbs tracing Castiel’s cheekbones now as he smudges the white face paint into his skin, “…such perfect cheekbones…” he murmurs his eyes locking with Castiel’s as his thumbs continuously move in slow circles rubbing the paint in.

Castiel felt his heart skip a beat as he continued to lock gazes with Lucifer the slow circular motion felt good and Lucifer’s touch was so gentle. His lips parted as he drew in much needed breath.

“Sensitive aren’t you?” Lucifer whispered grinning as he caught Castiel blushing again.

“It’s not everyday I get my face painted,” Castiel replies. ‘And it’s definitely not everyday that I draw such attention to myself…usually it’s Balthazar…’

“I’d be happy to paint your face anytime,” Lucifer murmurs as he runs his thumb over Castiel’s lips to spread the white paint, noting the way his pupils dilated under his touch, “you make a very beautiful model.”

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By the time Castiel is given the mirror to look at Lucifer’s finished work he feels like he’s been through a whole session of sex. Every touch, every stare, every stroke of the brush made him shudder or sigh or gasp. It wasn’t at all what he had expected.

“Do you like it?” Lucifer asks, his lips by Castiel’s ear as he gazes upon his beautiful masterpiece.

“Yes,” Castiel whispers, looking at himself. He can barely recognize himself beneath the intricate designs of Lucifer’s that cover his face. “Why me though?”

“Like I said,” Lucifer whispered, placing his hand on Castiel’s shoulder, “I like your face…” he trailed off, “and...you.”

Castiel turns so that they are face to face and he gazes into Lucifer’s eyes, the meaning of his words are written so clearly in them that Castiel feels his heart flutter. “Usually…it’s my brother…” he says, not believing the artist’s words.

Lucifer leans his forehead against the other’s he doesn’t care if the paint might smudge, “I think I’d prefer you over him anytime.”

“Are you always this charming?” Castiel whispers, his eyes drooping close.

Lucifer smirked, “I’ll let you find out on your own,” he replies and he presses his lips to Castiel’s in a kiss.

Who knew you could fall in love on the Day of the Dead?

That's awesome! Would you mind if I used that as one of my wallpapers?

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Bonus Round 2

Fill, team Crowley/Sam, Bobby's Birthday

Fill, Team Crowley/Sam, It's the Great Pumpkin, Clarance

PROMPT: Team Mod, Gabriel & Balthazar, Christmas Fair

PROMPT: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, First trip to the beach

PROMPT: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Mardi Gras

PROMPT: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Vegas Wedding

PROMPT: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Secretarty Appreciation Day (NSFW)

FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Costuming, Benny/Dean teasing

Re: FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Costuming, Benny/Dean teasing

FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Secretary Appreciation Day, NSFW

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel - Christmas Skype Call

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Mardi Gras

Re: Fill, Team Abaddon/Naomi, Anniversary of a death

Re: Prompt, Team Castiel/Crowley, Father's Day

Re: Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Mardi Gras

Re: FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Secretary Appreciation Day, NSFW

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Halloween [Sort of NSFW]

Re: Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Halloween [Sort of NSFW]

FILL: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Opposites Day (NSFW)

Re: FILL: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Opposites Day (NSFW)

PROMPT: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Dia de los Muertos

Re: FILL: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Opposites Day (NSFW)

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, New Years Eve

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Dia de los Muertos

Re: Fill, Team Abaddon/Naomi, Comic Con