Bonus Round 4: Official Art

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Bonus Round 4: Official Art

This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.


Memorable canon moments, bizarre omakes, tantalizing magazine spreads—this is the round to explore them all. Bring out your screencaps, promotional art, and manga pages, and let's talk about what really happened.
Please read the rules carefully before posting!

RULES

• Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from an anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, and/or caps from games. Doujinshi, fan-made games or any other fan-created work should not be prompted, even if you receive permission. Only prompt screencaps that are taken from a piece of canon media.
• Keep your prompt concise. Don't prompt a whole manga chapter, for example.
• Upload the cap somewhere (imgur works well) and post here with the images themselves or a link to them.
• Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
• Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work inspired by the cap.
• Fills can be directly connected to the cap, e.g. panel redraws or writing fic that fleshes out the moment that was capped or that fleshes out what happened directly before/after, but fills can also be more indirectly linked. As long as the work is somehow inspired by the cap, it counts.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

FORMAT

Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)
• 400px by 400px (art)
• 14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.

SCORING

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!

For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

For fills:

First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.

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FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E

[aeglos]

nsfw: dubious consent. porn, choking, asphyxiation, humiliation, blowjobs.
1279 words




“Akaashi Keiji really is a fucking easy submissive.”

He is very pretty on his knees. He’s mouthing at his cock through the fabric of his shorts, and Tooru can see his intent and the focus in his eyes. He’s not gone yet, but there’s something about his composure that makes Tooru want to tear him apart, push him down to that headspace where there is nothing but perfect obedience.

The bathroom’s cold, floor probably unforgiving on his knees, but his kneepads squeak against the tile and Tooru wants to fuck his mouth until his lips are red and he’s panting. Akaashi’s hands tug down teal shorts and they stop at his underwear, inquiring eyes asking for tacit permission. He’s hesitant, those good manners and politesse almost cute, so Tooru puts both his hands in Akaashi’s curly hair.

“Choke on it,” he hisses, and pushes his face against his cock, still clothed. Akaashi’s shoulders stiffen, fingers curling into the fabric of his underwear. Tooru yanks at his hair, and when Akaashi grips his cock, his hands shake. “You’re behaving so well today, Akaashi-chan. Are you that eager to play Seijoh after winning your bracket?”




Akaashi Keiji is also a setter, someone who makes plays after watching people, getting to know them in an instant before calculating for victory. He meets Tooru’s eyes and never breaks eye contact, clever fingers around Tooru’s cock that jack him slow, steady. Akaashi opens his mouth and spreads his spit over his shaft, thumb swiping at the slit. He can play his body so easily, thick eyelashes and daring stare while his head dips down, nose buried in curly brown hair.

But his hands are too slow, rhythm not hard enough. He doesn’t seem to understand that his pleasure is paramount--so Tooru pulls him off his cock by the hair, Akaashi’s features crumpling into a wince at the pain. “I said,” Tooru says lightly, and detaches one hand from Akaashi’s scalp to slap him. His palm leaves a satisfyingly red mark on his face. “Choke on me.”

He stares, just stares at Tooru, practically through him, before slipping into subspace. He nods, faintly, and leans forward again to take him in his mouth, coax the head of his cock past his lips. His mouth is so wet with spit and Tooru’s precome it all trickles down his chin, pooling on the floor by Tooru’s shoes.

Tooru swipes at the fluid with careful fingers before smearing it all on Akaashi’s reddened cheek. It’s a way of marking him, even if it’ll wash off--and no doubt he will, Akaashi Keiji taking his time to gather himself up until Tooru can shatter him again. But for now, Akaashi’s cheek glistens when he hollows them out, takes him further down his throat.




It’s the slow burn kind of timing that Akaashi likes, but Tooru will have none of it today: he pushes his hips forward until Akaashi is wheezing without air in his lungs. The choking sound he makes is just so nice. There’s a helplessness to the way he jerks back his head, but Tooru’s grip is relentless.

“Good,” he purrs instead, satisfaction pouring through him at the way Akaashi takes his cock, mouth working reflexively around him. He pulls out his cock from Akaashi’s throat until he sucks at the head, panting breath harsh music to his ears. Tooru’s hands caress Akaashi’s face, one palm sticky with what he’s rubbed on his cheek. Akaashi nearly melts into the touch, a soft moan sweetening the pleasure in Tooru’s limbs.

He’s not expecting it when Tooru thrusts roughly into his mouth again, nothing but good training keeping him from biting down. Instead, he slackens his jaw for Tooru to fuck his throat, hips shifting in familiar rhythm while Akaashi makes broken, panting whimpers with every exhale. He clenches his hands into fists and rests them against his knees, cock twitching hard through his shorts, and Tooru almost pities him.

“Akaashi-chan, are you crying?” But he’s not--it’ll take a little more shame than facefucking to get him there. The choking, gasping noises coming from his mouth echo in the bathroom. “Shh, Akaashi-chan. You’ll get in trouble if you’re this loud.” So Tooru shoves Akaashi’s face forward until he’s deep in his throat again, and Akaashi still swallows for air.

“That’s it,” he pants, and presses Akaashi close to him until his lips reach the base of his cock again, keeps him there. Tooru groans low when he comes, Akaashi’s eyes staring up at him while he spills himself down his abused throat.




Akaashi gasps for air when Tooru pulls out, dropping eye contact at last to look down at the floor, still on his knees. Takes a few seconds, seconds stretching into minutes, until the tremor in his limbs subsides. He unclenches his fists to tuck Tooru back into his shorts, as if nothing had happened at all, and remains on the floor.

They’re all two games into the semifinals of this tournament and, no doubt, will face each other after their brackets finish sorting themselves out--but their matches are over for the day. Tooru will be able to stain Akaashi’s game jersey without much guilt at all. “Spread your legs,” he orders, and Akaashi complies, shifting on his kneepads. “You weren’t terrible today, pretty bitch,” Tooru smiles.

His game shoes are light, deep grooves cut in the rubber to provide maximum traction on the waxed gymnasium floor. Tooru presses one against Akaashi’s cock and waits for him to grind against the treads, reaction immediate. His thighs flex while he fucks against his shoe, head bowed as he focuses on the single source of pleasure against his body. “You’d do this to anybody, wouldn’t you, Akaashi-chan?”

His throat works to form a reply, voice hoarse when he whispers quietly, “N-no.” Tooru presses his foot against his cock harder at the reply, to hear that rough-edged voice again. “No, I w-wouldn’t. A-ah, aah, please--”

“Begging, Akaashi-chan? You must be close.” But Tooru lets Akaashi grind against his shoe and watches the wet spot grow, watches the shiver in his limbs. “You really don’t have any shame, do you? Anything will get you off.” And it’s a sign as to how close he really is, Akaashi nodding feverishly while sweat breaks out over his forehead, dribbles down his neck. “But I’m the one who gets you like this,” Tooru croons, and Akaashi just keeps nodding, desperate to come. “You should remember that.”




He looks so pretty when he’s wrecked. The flush builds on his skin, dripping sweat while his shoulders curve, shudders and pants heaving his chest while he shifts his hips. There’s no discomfort for him, just the white-hot pleasure and the ache in his jaw, the hoarseness of his throat and Tooru could leave him here like this, paranoia fueling his search for release.

When he does come, his game shorts stain from it. Tooru is so satisfied when Akaashi shudders, giving one final little wheeze of breath from his raw mouth. “We should do this again, Akaashi-chan,” he says teasingly, and the glistening slick on his cheek has already dried.

Dazed, Akaashi barely seems to register him when Tooru takes his foot off his shorts, crouching down to meet his eyes. With gentle hands, he brushes back his sweat-slicked hair and kisses his forehead.

And then stands up to leave him there, still kneeling in the bathroom. There’s a pleased swing to his hips when he walks away, and he hears Akaashi shifting at last.

When he pushes open the door, to rejoin the rest of his teammates again, he can hear the tap running.