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[risingphoenix761]

Friction

Summary: Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact

Pairing: Crowley x Gemma

Word count: just under 5k

Tags/warnings: Utter and unapologetic shamelessness on the part of the author. Language. Bickering. Banter as flirting. Crowley being Crowley. Tension, sexual and otherwise. Internal conflict. Semi-public indecency. Biting. Thigh riding. Dirty talk. Masturbation. Fluff. Probably a few things I forgot to tag.

A/N: Blame Vicky. Filling squares for playing with their hair (@spnfluffbingo ), praise kink (@spnkinkbingo ), and "if you desire something, just take it" (@spnquotebingo ). Also taking part in @1000roughdrafts Kink Poker, in this case, the 2 of hearts (exhibitionism, established relationship, "we can't do that here"), and I hope I'm doing this right… No betas this time. I finished this unsupervised on a caffeine binge fueled by sleep deprivation before foisting it off on the rest of you. Cheers.

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She had been at the party for maybe fifteen minutes, and Gemma was already wondering how early was too early to leave. She had been to much worse, but after coming straight from work, her social batteries were depleted for the day. Besides, she hated parties.

The venue might have been all right if she was more in the mood for it. The restaurant was fairly new--or at least, she had never heard of it--and the menu was decent, but like most places on this side of the city, it was too casual to be bougie and too bougie to be casual. Which was fine for the first ten minutes, but was less and less her ideal environment.

She headed to the bar to order a drink, more for something to do than because she actually wanted one. Force of habit kept her avoiding eye contact, but she was barely halfway to the bar when she sensed someone in the room watching her. Glancing up around the semi-crowded restaurant, she caught sight of a familiar figure lingering in a doorway on the other side of the room.

Her pulse kicked up several notches, but she didn't know if it was out of nervousness or anticipation. She'd recognize that arrogant smirk anywhere. What was Crowley doing there? Showing up at her job wasn't invasive enough? Approaching him was probably a bad idea--scratch that, it was definitely a bad idea. But no worse than summoning him in the first place those years prior...and their last encounter worked too much in his favor for her not to give him any grief…

She hoped her shaky knees weren't too obvious from a distance as she bypassed the bar and wove between tables to the quiet hallway where he stood, hands in his pockets as he eyed her approach. She halted a few paces away and folded her arms over her chest to stare him down. "Are you stalking me, or something?"

"You don't seem surprised to see me, turtledove," he replied, and she prayed the room was dim enough he couldn't see her flush at the sound of his voice. "Were you expecting me?"

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

He looked taken aback at her abrupt tone. "Do I need an excuse to say hello to my favorite girl?"

"I'm not yours," she argued. "I've still got a few years left."

"Indeed, you do, darling. I only aim to see to it that you enjoy them as you deserve."

"What, you're going to start popping in whenever you feel like it with some flashy gift and remind me how much time I have?"

"Flashy," he repeated, and his eyes went to her neck, where she still wore the gold chain he gave her. "You don't care for flashy. You prefer unique...elegant...and a touch of magic helps…"

Damn it. The phoenix charm couldn't have been more appropriate if it was made for her, and she couldn't resist its appeal--as he'd known when he gave it to her. He had been paying much closer attention to her than she wanted to consider, and he knew which buttons to push. She played too easily into his hands last time, and it wouldn't happen again. This time, she was determined to be obstinate.

"I don't know what your endgame is," she said, hurriedly changing the subject, "but my soul is already bought and paid for, so there's no need to butter me up. You're going to collect when the time comes, whether I like it or not, so what's your reason for being here?"

"Must I have an ulterior motive?"

"You're a demon. Demons have ulterior motives."

"Sorry to disappoint you, love. No temptation this time. Just a little something that reminded me of you that I thought you'd like." He paused and gave her a wry look. "I only hope it's not too flashy for you."

She opened her mouth to deliver something equally sarcastic when he twirled a hand through the air, and words failed her. A long, luxuriant scarf settled around her neck, in a fabric so light it felt more like wind against her skin than anything substantial. Smooth and delicate to the touch and ending in a gossamer-fine fringe, and the longer she looked, the easier it was to pick out the subtle paisley pattern.

"Your favorite color, I believe?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied absently. The color was the richest and warmest she had ever seen, at the sweet spot between garnet and wine she loved the most. Her eyes followed the swirling pattern until she felt hypnotized in the intricate curves. She couldn't keep her hands off the fabric, running her palms along the scarf and trailing her fingers through the fringe. The sensations were pleasant and soothing and combined with the steady motion of her hands, they were a gentle anchor to keep her calm and grounded. It was every bit as made for her as the necklace, and she was every bit as entranced.

"So, you do like it."

She glanced up to see him watching her, caught off guard by the sincerity in his eyes. "Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"Doing what, love?"

"Doing...this," she said as she touched the scarf and the chain around her neck. "Being thoughtful and sweet and…"

He lifted a hand and caught his fingers in the strands of her hair, combing through it the way she combed through the fringe. Her first instinct was to back away and snap--her first instinct whenever anyone touched her--but it was so non-threatening and...dare she say enjoyable, that she checked the impulse.

"It does look rather pointless, given the nature of our relationship," he admitted, "but I've spent the past five years with the feeling you had no idea what you were getting yourself into with your deal."

"Of course I did," she replied. She ignored his combing fingers, though the sensation refused to stay in the background. If the feel of the scarf under her hands kept her grounded, then the feel of his hands in her hair kept distracting her. She couldn't help but like it, a fact that was a tad disturbing under the circumstances. "I summoned you, I asked for what I asked for, and I agreed to the terms. I knew exactly what I was doing."

"You did, and yet you didn't. 'I want to land on my feet every time. If I'm down, I get back up. If I'm in a corner, I find an exit. Dumb luck or--'"

"Or skill," she joined in, "I'm still standing in the end."

"Precisely. And you're certainly not the first to try and work your own salvation into your damnation, but it's adorable that you tried."

"Tried?" Despite the effect of his gentle stroking, she was suddenly tense. Not that she hadn't expected him to see through her wording of the deal eventually, but springing it on her out of the blue made her pulse race with anxiety.

"Yes, darling. Tried." His mouth twisted into a smile of amused pity. "You have some cunning, but I've been at this much longer than you have. Landing on your feet doesn't specify where those feet land, you see, nor did you designate an exit. You'll have the devil's own luck for the duration of your contract, and then I think you'll climb the ladder with style once you get downstairs."

She felt as if a lead weight dropped into her stomach. So much for her clever contract. Her loophole had loopholes, and her soul was condemned. The tight feeling in her chest told her she would probably cry about this later, but she'd be damned twice if she'd do it in front of him. "You still haven't told me why you're here."

"I have, love," he corrected. "You're simply not listening." His fingers slid from her hair to the chain hiding beneath the scarf and he traced the delicate metal, ever so softly brushing against her skin. "I don't want to have bought you, I want to win you. I'd rather earn you than own you."

She took a step back and fought the urge to shove his hand away. "Earn me?" she repeated, the sting of her failure translating into temper. "You think a few gifts will change what's going to happen to me in five years, no matter how perfect they are? All of this is just a game to you, isn't it? Manipulation, or temptation, or whatever you want to call it--"

"Temptation? Really?" His voice changed, losing some of its smooth purr and picking up a few sharper edges to match hers. "As you've already pointed out, darling, you're bought and paid for. You're mine, one way or another. I don't need to tempt you when all I have to do is wait out the clock."

"Then what is this?"

He stepped closer again and stared down at her, and she knew what that look meant even if it had never passed between then. "What does it feel like?" he asked, coy and condescending at once.

She swallowed hard and searched for words. "It feels like…" 

It was hard to think with him standing so close. She could still feel the steady motion of his fingers through her hair, and even the memory of the sensation was dangerously soothing. She could feel his breath on her skin and smell the cologne he wore, and underneath that, the faintest hint of smoke. The force of his gaze was so strong she was afraid to look him in the eye, and the weight of the scarf, nearly imperceptible, was suddenly heavy with his generosity and whatever intentions lay behind it. Worst of all was the way she...didn't care what his motives were, as long as he carried on like this. And more, even, the way she had often imagined him doing, no matter how fucked up it was…

Which was likely just what he wanted her to imagine.

She snapped her eyes up to his at last to give him an icy glare. "It feels like you're trying to seduce me, Crowley."

He smiled as though proud she had finally figured it out. "Clever girl," he purred, leaning in.

She moved back again with her heart racing. "Last time I kissed you, I damned myself for eternity," she reminded him.

"So you have nothing to lose," he countered.

"Nothing but my pride."

"And that is a force to be reckoned with, isn't it?"

Her glare intensified and her defiance returned, and she said, "That's all I have left. And I'm not giving it up anytime soon."

"Indeed?"

"Yeah. So fuck off."

He laughed. "Such language, turtledove. Methinks the lady doth protest too much. Being stubborn for the sake of it? Using that troublesome temper to distract from troublesome thoughts? Or too proud to admit how much you want to yield to all those twisted fantasies in your pretty head?"

Her face grew warm. How in the hell did he know how to call her out so accurately? "I said," she told him, anger making it hard to keep her voice steady, "fuck. Off."

A waitress hustled by with an empty tray tucked under her arm, but she slowed as she caught sight of Gemma and Crowley. It would take a mind-reading demon and a customer service veteran to see the flash of confusion and concern across her face at the standoff, but her voice was measured and cheerful. "You guys having a good night?"

Gemma hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

"Anything I can do for you?" she added. The question was general, but her eyes locked with Gemma's and her gaze was earnest.

A subtle shake of her head, and Gemma replied, "Where's your restroom?"

"That hallway." The waitress pointed to the other side of the dining room. "Second door on the right."

"Thanks." Without a backward glance at Crowley, she strode off around the bar and left him and the waitress standing.

It was incredible how much easier it was to think clearly when she was out from under his eye. She flexed her hands and gave her head a shake as she walked in an effort to get herself under control. She reached for the scarf and automatically began to play with the fabric before she forced herself to stop. Her ire cooled the farther away from him she got, but her mind still raced with every word of their conversation. So much for not playing into his hands. If it wasn't for being proud and stubborn, she would already be a willing plaything, and it was too likely he was fully aware.

"You're anxious."

She jolted in alarm as she turned the corner into the hallway and found him standing just outside the restroom doors. Her hand was halfway to the scarf again, and she lowered her arm with a huff of frustration.

He gestured towards her. "That was literally the sole motivation behind that," he told her. "It's quite rude not to use a gift for its intended purpose."

"Which was?" she asked.

"Keeping you calm."

She wasn't sure if she should trust that answer, but he was giving her that sincere look again, so she allowed herself to fidget with the scarf. "Thank you," she said.

He inclined his head graciously. "My pleasure, turtledove."

They stood in silence for a moment, and while it was less tense than earlier she still felt awkward. She finally took a deep breath and said, "I still don't know why you're here."

"Haven't I already told you?"

"Yeah, I know, to woo me, or seduce me, or whichever one works. But why? You don't try this on everyone you make a deal with."

"You're certain you're so special?" he teased with a hint of a smirk.

"I'm sure that I'm not," she replied. "That's why I want to know why you're taking extra time because of me."

"Ah, but if I tell you, it's not a secret, is it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Look, thank you for the scarf, you know it's perfect, and the fact that it's so perfect is a little weird, but are we done here? I have a party to get back to."

"You weren't enjoying yourself anyway." He paused a beat as if giving her the chance to tell him he was wrong, and when she stayed quiet he continued. "All you needed was one little excuse to sneak away, and you took it. You could go back if you wanted to, but you keep standing here with me, which tells me all I need to know about your preferred company."

"Between you and social anxiety, you're the lesser of two evils?"

"Keep telling yourself that, darling." He slowly moved towards her again, and she froze, torn once again between standing her ground and keeping her distance, and questioning her motives for both. 

"You love a good debate," he went on, "and you can't help but be hard-headed. You also don't want to seem too eager, especially with the status of our relationship."

"What relationship?" she demanded. "I sold my soul to you, and in a few years you're going to--"

He silenced her with a finger pressed against her lips. "Precisely. Taboo, I daresay, to desire anything from anyone with such a hold over you, much less a demon with every intention of claiming you as his in a few short years…"

Jesus Christ, why did he have to stand so close? She resented the finger on her lips, but he traced them slowly, lingeringly, and her knees nearly turned to jelly. She should move away, the sooner the better, but God forbid it look like she was backing down… And yet, he knew how stubborn she was, and he would play it to his advantage as much as she would let him, so she really should back away as fast as possible… But it would be so easy to let him keep moving closer, all in the name of stubbornness...

"You know the rules, darling," he chided, like he knew what she was thinking. "Your choice, your move. You don't get to sit back while I make it easy for you."

Of course not. It should have been easy, a fact she found infuriating. On one hand, it was contemptible to want anything like this with the one who would send her to eternal torment in a few years. How could she let him play with her now and look herself in the mirror, knowing what was coming down the road? On the other, why shouldn't she take what he offered now, knowing what was coming down the road?

His hand moved from her hair to her face, cradling her cheek in his palm. "Gemma," he murmured, and the word nearly stopped her heart, "if you desire something, just take it. What do you have left to be afraid of?"

Her eyes snapped up to his. Warm brown, but she had seen them flicker red the night she summoned him...she was scared then, but it didn't stop her even if it should have. And the more she thought about it now, the less scared she was.

Goddamn it.

She moved in and closed the distance to press her mouth to his.

He smelled of smoke but he tasted of whiskey. His hand slid from her face into her hair again and she reached up to grasp the lapel of his jacket and pull him closer, but he moved her back the few paces to the wall and pinned her hands above her head. "Don't touch the suit."

She ignored the admonition and allowed herself to be restrained, though she leaned toward him as far as she could despite the strain in her arms, hungry for another taste. He took pity on her and leaned down, though he left her to close the gap again and she reached for another kiss. He drew back after a moment with a smirk and said, "I knew you were eager, but you might exceed my expectations before this is over."

"Shut up," she retorted. He responded by pressing closer and trapping her between his body and the wall and meeting her lips again with his own share of eagerness.

Her head spun and her heart raced, and she kept her eyes open to prove none of it was her imagination. This is what she had fantasized the last five years, his hands on her, kisses that were all passion and need, each of them taking all the other would give. Foolish to want it and more so to take it, she would put logic and shame--and even her pride--away if it meant having this.

He moved the scarf aside and lowered his head to her neck, and the feel of soft lips contrasted with prickly stubble sent shivers through her. She tilted her head to give him more room and he left a trail of kisses down her throat before ending with a bite, and she gasped and bucked her hips against him in response.

His hands went to her waist to hold her still while he worked at her neck and she squirmed restlessly, her body humming but nowhere as strongly as between her legs. She held him to her neck and clutched at his shoulder, breath pitched low and desperate while she kept rocking like she had lost agency over her body.

A whine of need broke free from her lips and he drew back and covered her mouth with his hand. "Hush, darling," he warned her in a whisper. "We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?"

Chills ran down her spine at the suggestion. How could she have forgotten the crowd of people just outside the hallway? Anybody could walk around that corner and catch them in the middle of whatever this was turning into...and it damn sure was turning into something. The idea made her hot with excitement, and she shook with it when he pushed her legs apart with his knee and steered her onto his thigh with the hand that still rested on her waist. "Get yourself off."

Her eyes widened as he uncovered her mouth. "Are you serious? We can't do that here!"

That smirk was back, along with that look from earlier. "Come on, love. You know you want to."

"What about your precious suit?"

He snatched her wrists again and pinned them to the wall. "Argue with me. I beg of you."

Part of her longed to know what he would do if she did, but her need for satisfaction was stronger than her urge to be defiant, and she obeyed. She moved slowly at first, in search of the right rhythm and angle. He shifted his leg and the seam of her jeans lined up with her clit just right, and she drew in a sharp breath before she began to grind in earnest, him whispering in her ear all the while.

"Not so stubborn now, are we, lovely? Much as I enjoy fighting with you, I was starting to worry you'd hold out and leave us both unhappy." A pause while he kissed his way up her neck and along her jaw, then he went on, "You'd best hurry. No telling when an audience will stumble along and spoil the fun."

She let out a muted curse and picked up the pace, and he chuckled. "Do you like the sound of that? Caught rutting like a bitch in heat only a stone's throw from the respectable public?"

"Shut up," she snapped, the words a low growl.

"So that's a yes? How exciting." He combed his fingers through her hair again and she leaned up for another kiss. He obliged, following her lead and snaking his tongue into her open mouth. Her whimper was trapped between them and grew louder when he released her hands and grasped her by the hip to press her down on his leg and drag her along with her rhythm. She broke away for air and he murmured, "Don't stop until you're finished. I want to watch you."

"Then help me," she urged. Everything she was doing felt amazing yet left her unsatisfied, getting her closer to the edge without pushing her over. It just. Wasn't. Enough.

"No, I don't think so," he replied. "Maybe if someone hadn't been so stubborn earlier…"

"Crowley, please!"

He shook his head. "You can do it, turtledove. I know you can."

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall. Her legs ached and she didn't know how much longer she could go on without screaming in frustration. 

His next kiss was disarmingly gentle, and his voice was soft and encouraging. "I've pictured this too, you know...us, like this… The things we've done to each other would make you blush, my sweet Gem, but that's only fantasy. It doesn't compare to having you in my arms and watching you chase your pleasure…" He smiled mockingly and added, "That is, if you can take it."

Damn him.

She swore, then dug her nails into her palms and angled her leg a little higher, and his hand dropped from her hip to her ass to hold her steady. "That's my girl," he praised. "Keep it up, you're going to love it…" 

The words made her walls flutter and clench. She rocked and bucked while a litany of curses spilled from her mouth and he urged her on and taunted her in equal measure, and she was nearly there, ready to fly apart, locking her throat to keep her rising cry from sounding out--

"--didn't mean to match with him, but we've been DMing a couple days--"

A trio of young women rounded the corner and Gemma staggered back against the wall, breathless and disoriented and suddenly alone. Crowley had disappeared.

The girls were a few paces away before they noticed her standing there. One had her phone out as she spoke and held it for the others to see, but she looked up between Gemma and the restroom door. "Is there a line?" she asked.

Gemma shook her head and wound the fringe of her scarf around her fingers. "No, go ahead…"

"You okay?" one of the others asked. "You look kinda…" She held up her hand and made a wobbling gesture.

"Yeah, just...dizzy. Low iron."

"Girl, same! Eat more kale!"

"Okay, so, anyway, we're supposed to FaceTime later, and--"

They moved into the restroom and she stayed leaning against the wall. Her legs were shaking so much it was a surprise she was still on her feet, and she was wound so tightly she felt like stomping her feet and throwing a fit. He had to leave her hanging? He couldn't have whisked her off to...wherever, so she could finish what he started in the first place? 

Asshole!

She worried the scarf as she waited for the girls to walk back out, furious and frustrated. Next time he had the nerve to drop in, she was going to clock him right in his stupid face. That smug, arrogant, manipulative, no-good, know-it-all, smart ass son of a…

The girls stepped back into the hallway, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Kale Girl gave a thumbs up as she walked by, and Gemma returned it with a brief smile before she darted into the restroom.

She glanced around to be sure it was empty, then moved to the mirror and leaned close to the glass. She angled her head and pushed the scarf out of the way, and sure enough, there was a bruise forming on her neck where he had bitten her. Great. Just great. What was she supposed to do about that?

She let out a huff and studied her reflection. Her hair was in disarray, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were dark and wild. Her muscles twitched at the sight, though she didn't need the visual to be reminded of what happened in the hallway. And wet and aching as she was, she wasn't about to leave it unfinished, no matter where she was.

Moving into a stall for safety's sake, she latched the door and unzipped her jeans. Her fingers trembled as she reached into her underwear, and the first brush against her clit left her gasping and spasming. She leaned against the wall and bit her lip so hard it wouldn't surprise her if she drew blood, and within a few swift strokes she was done for. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her free hand over her mouth to hold back a moan as she slid the length of the wall to end on her knees on the tile floor. 

She stayed frozen for a minute or two, unable to move or even think. The sweep of ecstasy left her blank and calm, a few lingering pulses of sensation tingling through limbs gone still and heavy, and yet her mind seemed to be floating outside of herself. Hard to care about much in that state, much less the way that cocky bastard ditched her. And stupid to let him occupy her thoughts so much. The sooner he was out of her system, the better.

A long, shaky breath, and she slowly got to her feet again and made herself presentable before walking out of the stall. She traveled the few steps to the sink and turned on the faucet to wash her hands. Maybe she should call it a night and excuse herself from that party…

"Don't tell me you went on without me."

She sighed and glanced up in the mirror to see him standing behind her. "Care to tell me why I should have waited for you?" she asked as she finished washing.

"I told you, darling. The real thing is better than the fantasy, and that holds true for you as well as me."

"You sound pretty sure of yourself for a guy who left me to rub one out in a bathroom stall."

"Now imagine if I'd been there."

She blushed.

His eyes met hers in the glass as he brushed her hair back from the mark on her neck, and he held her gaze while bowing his head to lay a much gentler kiss. Something in her melted at the display, and he adjusted her scarf to cover her neck. "I meant what I said, Gemma," he told her. "I have every intention of winning you, and I'm a man of my word." He gave her hair a final stroke and smiled at her. "Until next time, turtledove. I'll keep in touch." And with that, he was gone again.

She was at a loss for several minutes as she tried to process the entire encounter, everything from his gift to their interrupted liason in the hallway to his soft farewell, and she couldn't recall being so conflicted. He was a demon, the literal King of Hell, and nothing would change what would happen at the end of her contract. 

And yet, with his words in her memory and his mark on her neck, she couldn't help but wonder if he'd have more than her soul before her time was up. After all, he always kept his promises.

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[1000roughdrafts]

Now, I bet you weren’t expecting to see this so soon, but I’m here to tell you that, yes, this is the 600 follower thingy (except also not really). I personally love this, and hope it doesn’t flop. 

Okay, so here is the deal: 

Draw one card, or Go All In - there’s no limit on how many you write nor is there a limit/max on word count. 

Choose any SPN character, including the cast 

This can very loosely follow poker rules, but only if you want it to. Really, if you wanna just write, do that. This part is just for fun! In example:

        Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards of all the same suit 

        Full House - Complete 3 fics from prompt cards of the same face value or number, plus any other 2 of the same face value/number 

        Royal Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards being of following sequence of any suit: Ace, King, Queen, Jack, 10

       Straight - complete 5 fics, choosing cards in a sequence (9,8,7,6,5) but not of the same suit 

        And any other hands (three of a kind, pair, etc.) are welcome!

The Card Layout - Kink (at the top) + AU/Genre/Trope/Random Idea + Dialogue Prompt & the “Your Choice�� is basically a free spot

Chip and a Chair: No time limit here, cause I don’ like deadlines lol 

Additional Notes 

If you like what’s on a card for the most part but want to tweak something send me an ask and we can fix it :) 

When you finish, tag me (@1000roughdrafts) and put #kayskinkpoker in your tags 

I had to group the cards together via collage, otherwise it would have been a very very long post, but I still have all of the individual ones, so when you choose your card and if you would like just that one (or a few) message me and I’ll send it/them. **Also, I reblogged this with all 52 individual cards for you to grab**:) 

Have fun and let me know what you think of this style of challenge!

Happy writing! (Cards are under the cut) 

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[1000roughdrafts]

Hey, it's fictionalabyss! I wanna write A💜 with Dean if I can😍😍😍😍. Also, kudos on this challenge, I love this idea 😍

Okay! Just so you and everyone else wanting to hop in on the fic poker know, it’s not required to send the asks on what you choose ☺️

I love getting asks, just saying you don’t have to :p

[1000roughdrafts]

Ok quick question for your Kink Poker (great idea btw) do you give us the cards? Or can we pick our own? Also congrats on the followers!!!!

Thank you! You can pick your own:) And if you want the individual card you can message me with which ones you want and I’ll send it over or go here where I posted all 52 cards individually in a reblog :)

Kink Poker

[1000roughdrafts]

I probably shouldn't but fuck it. I'm all in! Dealers choice on my cards, please.

Okay, yay!! 🥰 How many would you like?

[1000roughdrafts]

Hey there! I'm kind of late to the game here, but I wanted to find out if your kinks poker challenge you're hosting is still available for sign up or if there was a deadline? I'd love to go all in if so! XOXO

Welcome!!!! There is no deadline for the ‘challenge’ and no one has submitted any fics yet (none that I can see anyway, so if you have please pm them to me!!)

Here’s a link to the cards for you to choose from!

I can’t wait to read your fics!!!

[spnpoker]

Reblogging just because it inspired this blog so it’s gotta be here lol

Now, I bet you weren’t expecting to see this so soon, but I’m here to tell you that, yes, this is the 600 follower thingy (except also not really). I personally love this, and hope it doesn’t flop. 

Okay, so here is the deal: 

Draw one card, or Go All In - there’s no limit on how many you write nor is there a limit/max on word count. 

Choose any SPN character, including the cast 

This can very loosely follow poker rules, but only if you want it to. Really, if you wanna just write, do that. This part is just for fun! In example:

        Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards of all the same suit 

        Full House - Complete 3 fics from prompt cards of the same face value or number, plus any other 2 of the same face value/number 

        Royal Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards being of following sequence of any suit: Ace, King, Queen, Jack, 10

       Straight - complete 5 fics, choosing cards in a sequence (9,8,7,6,5) but not of the same suit 

        And any other hands (three of a kind, pair, etc.) are welcome!

The Card Layout - Kink (at the top) + AU/Genre/Trope/Random Idea + Dialogue Prompt & the “Your Choice” is basically a free spot

Chip and a Chair: No time limit here, cause I don’ like deadlines lol 

Additional Notes 

If you like what’s on a card for the most part but want to tweak something send me an ask and we can fix it :) 

When you finish, tag me (@1000roughdrafts) and put #kayskinkpoker in your tags 

I had to group the cards together via collage, otherwise it would have been a very very long post, but I still have all of the individual ones, so when you choose your card and if you would like just that one (or a few) message me and I’ll send it/them. **Also, I reblogged this with all 52 individual cards for you to grab**:) 

Have fun and let me know what you think of this style of challenge!

Happy writing! (Cards are under the cut) 

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THIS. LOOKS. AWESOME!

Now, I bet you weren’t expecting to see this so soon, but I’m here to tell you that, yes, this is the 600 follower thingy (except also not really). I personally love this, and hope it doesn’t flop. 

Okay, so here is the deal: 

Draw one card, or Go All In - there’s no limit on how many you write nor is there a limit/max on word count. 

Choose any SPN character, including the cast 

This can very loosely follow poker rules, but only if you want it to. Really, if you wanna just write, do that. This part is just for fun! In example:

        Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards of all the same suit 

        Full House - Complete 3 fics from prompt cards of the same face value or number, plus any other 2 of the same face value/number 

        Royal Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards being of following sequence of any suit: Ace, King, Queen, Jack, 10

       Straight - complete 5 fics, choosing cards in a sequence (9,8,7,6,5) but not of the same suit 

        And any other hands (three of a kind, pair, etc.) are welcome!

The Card Layout - Kink (at the top) + AU/Genre/Trope/Random Idea + Dialogue Prompt & the “Your Choice” is basically a free spot

Chip and a Chair: No time limit here, cause I don’ like deadlines lol 

Additional Notes 

If you like what’s on a card for the most part but want to tweak something send me an ask and we can fix it :) 

When you finish, tag me (@1000roughdrafts) and put #kayskinkpoker in your tags 

I had to group the cards together via collage, otherwise it would have been a very very long post, but I still have all of the individual ones, so when you choose your card and if you would like just that one (or a few) message me and I’ll send it/them. 

Have fun and let me know what you think of this style of challenge!

Happy writing! (Cards are under the cut) 

@fangirlxwritesx67​ @rebelminxy​ @fictionalabyss​ @risingphoenix761​ @tilltheendwilliwrite​ @holylulusworld​ @slytherkins​ @princessmisery666​ (just in case anything grabs your attention <3) 

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[fangirlxwritesx67]

I am SO EXCITED for my first kink writing challenge. I also love how creative you got, @1000roughdrafts

Ill need to figure out how to play poker, and then get back to you on what Im doing lol

Just one question (and Im sorry, Im pretty new here) do people ever submit already written stuff for this kind of thing, or it ALL has to be new???

Now, I bet you weren’t expecting to see this so soon, but I’m here to tell you that, yes, this is the 600 follower thingy (except also not really). I personally love this, and hope it doesn’t flop. 

Okay, so here is the deal: 

Draw one card, or Go All In - there’s no limit on how many you write nor is there a limit/max on word count. 

Choose any SPN character, including the cast 

This can very loosely follow poker rules, but only if you want it to. Really, if you wanna just write, do that. This part is just for fun! In example:

        Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards of all the same suit 

        Full House - Complete 3 fics from prompt cards of the same face value or number, plus any other 2 of the same face value/number 

        Royal Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards being of following sequence of any suit: Ace, King, Queen, Jack, 10

       Straight - complete 5 fics, choosing cards in a sequence (9,8,7,6,5) but not of the same suit 

        And any other hands (three of a kind, pair, etc.) are welcome!

The Card Layout - Kink (at the top) + AU/Genre/Trope/Random Idea + Dialogue Prompt & the “Your Choice” is basically a free spot

Chip and a Chair: No time limit here, cause I don’ like deadlines lol 

Additional Notes 

If you like what’s on a card for the most part but want to tweak something send me an ask and we can fix it :) 

When you finish, tag me (@1000roughdrafts) and put #kayskinkpoker in your tags 

I had to group the cards together via collage, otherwise it would have been a very very long post, but I still have all of the individual ones, so when you choose your card and if you would like just that one (or a few) message me and I’ll send it/them. 

Have fun and let me know what you think of this style of challenge!

Happy writing! (Cards are under the cut) 

@fangirlxwritesx67​ @rebelminxy​ @fictionalabyss​ @risingphoenix761​ @tilltheendwilliwrite​ @holylulusworld​ @slytherkins​ @princessmisery666​ (just in case anything grabs your attention <3) 

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[1000roughdrafts]

Just a reminder that this is still open with no deadline :) 🤗

Now, I bet you weren’t expecting to see this so soon, but I’m here to tell you that, yes, this is the 600 follower thingy (except also not really). I personally love this, and hope it doesn’t flop. 

Okay, so here is the deal: 

Draw one card, or Go All In - there’s no limit on how many you write nor is there a limit/max on word count. 

Choose any SPN character, including the cast 

This can very loosely follow poker rules, but only if you want it to. Really, if you wanna just write, do that. This part is just for fun! In example:

        Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards of all the same suit 

        Full House - Complete 3 fics from prompt cards of the same face value or number, plus any other 2 of the same face value/number 

        Royal Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards being of following sequence of any suit: Ace, King, Queen, Jack, 10

       Straight - complete 5 fics, choosing cards in a sequence (9,8,7,6,5) but not of the same suit 

        And any other hands (three of a kind, pair, etc.) are welcome!

The Card Layout - Kink (at the top) + AU/Genre/Trope/Random Idea + Dialogue Prompt & the “Your Choice” is basically a free spot

Chip and a Chair: No time limit here, cause I don’ like deadlines lol 

Additional Notes 

If you like what’s on a card for the most part but want to tweak something send me an ask and we can fix it :) 

When you finish, tag me (@1000roughdrafts) and put #kayskinkpoker in your tags 

I had to group the cards together via collage, otherwise it would have been a very very long post, but I still have all of the individual ones, so when you choose your card and if you would like just that one (or a few) message me and I’ll send it/them. **Also, I reblogged this with all 52 individual cards for you to grab**:) 

Have fun and let me know what you think of this style of challenge!

Happy writing! (Cards are under the cut) 

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[princessmisery666]

Loved this! Perfect Crowley 👍🏻👌🏻

“...I'd rather earn you than own you." - perfect Crowley. He owns her already, but he wants her to want him, that’s the challenge.

Friction

Summary: Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact

Pairing: Crowley x Gemma

Word count: just under 5k

Tags/warnings: Utter and unapologetic shamelessness on the part of the author. Language. Bickering. Banter as flirting. Crowley being Crowley. Tension, sexual and otherwise. Internal conflict. Semi-public indecency. Biting. Thigh riding. Dirty talk. Masturbation. Fluff. Probably a few things I forgot to tag.

A/N: Blame Vicky. Filling squares for playing with their hair (@spnfluffbingo ), praise kink (@spnkinkbingo ), and "if you desire something, just take it" (@spnquotebingo ). Also taking part in @1000roughdrafts Kink Poker, in this case, the 2 of hearts (exhibitionism, established relationship, "we can't do that here"), and I hope I'm doing this right… No betas this time. I finished this unsupervised on a caffeine binge fueled by sleep deprivation before foisting it off on the rest of you. Cheers.

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She had been at the party for maybe fifteen minutes, and Gemma was already wondering how early was too early to leave. She had been to much worse, but after coming straight from work, her social batteries were depleted for the day. Besides, she hated parties.

The venue might have been all right if she was more in the mood for it. The restaurant was fairly new--or at least, she had never heard of it--and the menu was decent, but like most places on this side of the city, it was too casual to be bougie and too bougie to be casual. Which was fine for the first ten minutes, but was less and less her ideal environment.

[[MORE]]

She headed to the bar to order a drink, more for something to do than because she actually wanted one. Force of habit kept her avoiding eye contact, but she was barely halfway to the bar when she sensed someone in the room watching her. Glancing up around the semi-crowded restaurant, she caught sight of a familiar figure lingering in a doorway on the other side of the room.

Her pulse kicked up several notches, but she didn't know if it was out of nervousness or anticipation. She'd recognize that arrogant smirk anywhere. What was Crowley doing there? Showing up at her job wasn't invasive enough? Approaching him was probably a bad idea--scratch that, it was definitely a bad idea. But no worse than summoning him in the first place those years prior...and their last encounter worked too much in his favor for her not to give him any grief…

She hoped her shaky knees weren't too obvious from a distance as she bypassed the bar and wove between tables to the quiet hallway where he stood, hands in his pockets as he eyed her approach. She halted a few paces away and folded her arms over her chest to stare him down. "Are you stalking me, or something?"

"You don't seem surprised to see me, turtledove," he replied, and she prayed the room was dim enough he couldn't see her flush at the sound of his voice. "Were you expecting me?"

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

He looked taken aback at her abrupt tone. "Do I need an excuse to say hello to my favorite girl?"

"I'm not yours," she argued. "I've still got a few years left."

"Indeed, you do, darling. I only aim to see to it that you enjoy them as you deserve."

"What, you're going to start popping in whenever you feel like it with some flashy gift and remind me how much time I have?"

"Flashy," he repeated, and his eyes went to her neck, where she still wore the gold chain he gave her. "You don't care for flashy. You prefer unique...elegant...and a touch of magic helps…"

Damn it. The phoenix charm couldn't have been more appropriate if it was made for her, and she couldn't resist its appeal--as he'd known when he gave it to her. He had been paying much closer attention to her than she wanted to consider, and he knew which buttons to push. She played too easily into his hands last time, and it wouldn't happen again. This time, she was determined to be obstinate.

"I don't know what your endgame is," she said, hurriedly changing the subject, "but my soul is already bought and paid for, so there's no need to butter me up. You're going to collect when the time comes, whether I like it or not, so what's your reason for being here?"

"Must I have an ulterior motive?"

"You're a demon. Demons have ulterior motives."

"Sorry to disappoint you, love. No temptation this time. Just a little something that reminded me of you that I thought you'd like." He paused and gave her a wry look. "I only hope it's not too flashy for you."

She opened her mouth to deliver something equally sarcastic when he twirled a hand through the air, and words failed her. A long, luxuriant scarf settled around her neck, in a fabric so light it felt more like wind against her skin than anything substantial. Smooth and delicate to the touch and ending in a gossamer-fine fringe, and the longer she looked, the easier it was to pick out the subtle paisley pattern.

"Your favorite color, I believe?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied absently. The color was the richest and warmest she had ever seen, at the sweet spot between garnet and wine she loved the most. Her eyes followed the swirling pattern until she felt hypnotized in the intricate curves. She couldn't keep her hands off the fabric, running her palms along the scarf and trailing her fingers through the fringe. The sensations were pleasant and soothing and combined with the steady motion of her hands, they were a gentle anchor to keep her calm and grounded. It was every bit as made for her as the necklace, and she was every bit as entranced.

"So, you do like it."

She glanced up to see him watching her, caught off guard by the sincerity in his eyes. "Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"Doing what, love?"

"Doing...this," she said as she touched the scarf and the chain around her neck. "Being thoughtful and sweet and…"

He lifted a hand and caught his fingers in the strands of her hair, combing through it the way she combed through the fringe. Her first instinct was to back away and snap--her first instinct whenever anyone touched her--but it was so non-threatening and...dare she say enjoyable, that she checked the impulse.

"It does look rather pointless, given the nature of our relationship," he admitted, "but I've spent the past five years with the feeling you had no idea what you were getting yourself into with your deal."

"Of course I did," she replied. She ignored his combing fingers, though the sensation refused to stay in the background. If the feel of the scarf under her hands kept her grounded, then the feel of his hands in her hair kept distracting her. She couldn't help but like it, a fact that was a tad disturbing under the circumstances. "I summoned you, I asked for what I asked for, and I agreed to the terms. I knew exactly what I was doing."

"You did, and yet you didn't. 'I want to land on my feet every time. If I'm down, I get back up. If I'm in a corner, I find an exit. Dumb luck or--'"

"Or skill," she joined in, "I'm still standing in the end."

"Precisely. And you're certainly not the first to try and work your own salvation into your damnation, but it's adorable that you tried."

"Tried?" Despite the effect of his gentle stroking, she was suddenly tense. Not that she hadn't expected him to see through her wording of the deal eventually, but springing it on her out of the blue made her pulse race with anxiety.

"Yes, darling. Tried." His mouth twisted into a smile of amused pity. "You have some cunning, but I've been at this much longer than you have. Landing on your feet doesn't specify where those feet land, you see, nor did you designate an exit. You'll have the devil's own luck for the duration of your contract, and then I think you'll climb the ladder with style once you get downstairs."

She felt as if a lead weight dropped into her stomach. So much for her clever contract. Her loophole had loopholes, and her soul was condemned. The tight feeling in her chest told her she would probably cry about this later, but she'd be damned twice if she'd do it in front of him. "You still haven't told me why you're here."

"I have, love," he corrected. "You're simply not listening." His fingers slid from her hair to the chain hiding beneath the scarf and he traced the delicate metal, ever so softly brushing against her skin. "I don't want to have bought you, I want to win you. I'd rather earn you than own you."

She took a step back and fought the urge to shove his hand away. "Earn me?" she repeated, the sting of her failure translating into temper. "You think a few gifts will change what's going to happen to me in five years, no matter how perfect they are? All of this is just a game to you, isn't it? Manipulation, or temptation, or whatever you want to call it--"

"Temptation? Really?" His voice changed, losing some of its smooth purr and picking up a few sharper edges to match hers. "As you've already pointed out, darling, you're bought and paid for. You're mine, one way or another. I don't need to tempt you when all I have to do is wait out the clock."

"Then what is this?"

He stepped closer again and stared down at her, and she knew what that look meant even if it had never passed between then. "What does it feel like?" he asked, coy and condescending at once.

She swallowed hard and searched for words. "It feels like…" 

It was hard to think with him standing so close. She could still feel the steady motion of his fingers through her hair, and even the memory of the sensation was dangerously soothing. She could feel his breath on her skin and smell the cologne he wore, and underneath that, the faintest hint of smoke. The force of his gaze was so strong she was afraid to look him in the eye, and the weight of the scarf, nearly imperceptible, was suddenly heavy with his generosity and whatever intentions lay behind it. Worst of all was the way she...didn't care what his motives were, as long as he carried on like this. And more, even, the way she had often imagined him doing, no matter how fucked up it was…

Which was likely just what he wanted her to imagine.

She snapped her eyes up to his at last to give him an icy glare. "It feels like you're trying to seduce me, Crowley."

He smiled as though proud she had finally figured it out. "Clever girl," he purred, leaning in.

She moved back again with her heart racing. "Last time I kissed you, I damned myself for eternity," she reminded him.

"So you have nothing to lose," he countered.

"Nothing but my pride."

"And that is a force to be reckoned with, isn't it?"

Her glare intensified and her defiance returned, and she said, "That's all I have left. And I'm not giving it up anytime soon."

"Indeed?"

"Yeah. So fuck off."

He laughed. "Such language, turtledove. Methinks the lady doth protest too much. Being stubborn for the sake of it? Using that troublesome temper to distract from troublesome thoughts? Or too proud to admit how much you want to yield to all those twisted fantasies in your pretty head?"

Her face grew warm. How in the hell did he know how to call her out so accurately? "I said," she told him, anger making it hard to keep her voice steady, "fuck. Off."

A waitress hustled by with an empty tray tucked under her arm, but she slowed as she caught sight of Gemma and Crowley. It would take a mind-reading demon and a customer service veteran to see the flash of confusion and concern across her face at the standoff, but her voice was measured and cheerful. "You guys having a good night?"

Gemma hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

"Anything I can do for you?" she added. The question was general, but her eyes locked with Gemma's and her gaze was earnest.

A subtle shake of her head, and Gemma replied, "Where's your restroom?"

"That hallway." The waitress pointed to the other side of the dining room. "Second door on the right."

"Thanks." Without a backward glance at Crowley, she strode off around the bar and left him and the waitress standing.

It was incredible how much easier it was to think clearly when she was out from under his eye. She flexed her hands and gave her head a shake as she walked in an effort to get herself under control. She reached for the scarf and automatically began to play with the fabric before she forced herself to stop. Her ire cooled the farther away from him she got, but her mind still raced with every word of their conversation. So much for not playing into his hands. If it wasn't for being proud and stubborn, she would already be a willing plaything, and it was too likely he was fully aware.

"You're anxious."

She jolted in alarm as she turned the corner into the hallway and found him standing just outside the restroom doors. Her hand was halfway to the scarf again, and she lowered her arm with a huff of frustration.

He gestured towards her. "That was literally the sole motivation behind that," he told her. "It's quite rude not to use a gift for its intended purpose."

"Which was?" she asked.

"Keeping you calm."

She wasn't sure if she should trust that answer, but he was giving her that sincere look again, so she allowed herself to fidget with the scarf. "Thank you," she said.

He inclined his head graciously. "My pleasure, turtledove."

They stood in silence for a moment, and while it was less tense than earlier she still felt awkward. She finally took a deep breath and said, "I still don't know why you're here."

"Haven't I already told you?"

"Yeah, I know, to woo me, or seduce me, or whichever one works. But why? You don't try this on everyone you make a deal with."

"You're certain you're so special?" he teased with a hint of a smirk.

"I'm sure that I'm not," she replied. "That's why I want to know why you're taking extra time because of me."

"Ah, but if I tell you, it's not a secret, is it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Look, thank you for the scarf, you know it's perfect, and the fact that it's so perfect is a little weird, but are we done here? I have a party to get back to."

"You weren't enjoying yourself anyway." He paused a beat as if giving her the chance to tell him he was wrong, and when she stayed quiet he continued. "All you needed was one little excuse to sneak away, and you took it. You could go back if you wanted to, but you keep standing here with me, which tells me all I need to know about your preferred company."

"Between you and social anxiety, you're the lesser of two evils?"

"Keep telling yourself that, darling." He slowly moved towards her again, and she froze, torn once again between standing her ground and keeping her distance, and questioning her motives for both. 

"You love a good debate," he went on, "and you can't help but be hard-headed. You also don't want to seem too eager, especially with the status of our relationship."

"What relationship?" she demanded. "I sold my soul to you, and in a few years you're going to--"

He silenced her with a finger pressed against her lips. "Precisely. Taboo, I daresay, to desire anything from anyone with such a hold over you, much less a demon with every intention of claiming you as his in a few short years…"

Jesus Christ, why did he have to stand so close? She resented the finger on her lips, but he traced them slowly, lingeringly, and her knees nearly turned to jelly. She should move away, the sooner the better, but God forbid it look like she was backing down… And yet, he knew how stubborn she was, and he would play it to his advantage as much as she would let him, so she really should back away as fast as possible… But it would be so easy to let him keep moving closer, all in the name of stubbornness...

"You know the rules, darling," he chided, like he knew what she was thinking. "Your choice, your move. You don't get to sit back while I make it easy for you."

Of course not. It should have been easy, a fact she found infuriating. On one hand, it was contemptible to want anything like this with the one who would send her to eternal torment in a few years. How could she let him play with her now and look herself in the mirror, knowing what was coming down the road? On the other, why shouldn't she take what he offered now, knowing what was coming down the road?

His hand moved from her hair to her face, cradling her cheek in his palm. "Gemma," he murmured, and the word nearly stopped her heart, "if you desire something, just take it. What do you have left to be afraid of?"

Her eyes snapped up to his. Warm brown, but she had seen them flicker red the night she summoned him...she was scared then, but it didn't stop her even if it should have. And the more she thought about it now, the less scared she was.

Goddamn it.

She moved in and closed the distance to press her mouth to his.

He smelled of smoke but he tasted of whiskey. His hand slid from her face into her hair again and she reached up to grasp the lapel of his jacket and pull him closer, but he moved her back the few paces to the wall and pinned her hands above her head. "Don't touch the suit."

She ignored the admonition and allowed herself to be restrained, though she leaned toward him as far as she could despite the strain in her arms, hungry for another taste. He took pity on her and leaned down, though he left her to close the gap again and she reached for another kiss. He drew back after a moment with a smirk and said, "I knew you were eager, but you might exceed my expectations before this is over."

"Shut up," she retorted. He responded by pressing closer and trapping her between his body and the wall and meeting her lips again with his own share of eagerness.

Her head spun and her heart raced, and she kept her eyes open to prove none of it was her imagination. This is what she had fantasized the last five years, his hands on her, kisses that were all passion and need, each of them taking all the other would give. Foolish to want it and more so to take it, she would put logic and shame--and even her pride--away if it meant having this.

He moved the scarf aside and lowered his head to her neck, and the feel of soft lips contrasted with prickly stubble sent shivers through her. She tilted her head to give him more room and he left a trail of kisses down her throat before ending with a bite, and she gasped and bucked her hips against him in response.

His hands went to her waist to hold her still while he worked at her neck and she squirmed restlessly, her body humming but nowhere as strongly as between her legs. She held him to her neck and clutched at his shoulder, breath pitched low and desperate while she kept rocking like she had lost agency over her body.

A whine of need broke free from her lips and he drew back and covered her mouth with his hand. "Hush, darling," he warned her in a whisper. "We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?"

Chills ran down her spine at the suggestion. How could she have forgotten the crowd of people just outside the hallway? Anybody could walk around that corner and catch them in the middle of whatever this was turning into...and it damn sure was turning into something. The idea made her hot with excitement, and she shook with it when he pushed her legs apart with his knee and steered her onto his thigh with the hand that still rested on her waist. "Get yourself off."

Her eyes widened as he uncovered her mouth. "Are you serious? We can't do that here!"

That smirk was back, along with that look from earlier. "Come on, love. You know you want to."

"What about your precious suit?"

He snatched her wrists again and pinned them to the wall. "Argue with me. I beg of you."

Part of her longed to know what he would do if she did, but her need for satisfaction was stronger than her urge to be defiant, and she obeyed. She moved slowly at first, in search of the right rhythm and angle. He shifted his leg and the seam of her jeans lined up with her clit just right, and she drew in a sharp breath before she began to grind in earnest, him whispering in her ear all the while.

"Not so stubborn now, are we, lovely? Much as I enjoy fighting with you, I was starting to worry you'd hold out and leave us both unhappy." A pause while he kissed his way up her neck and along her jaw, then he went on, "You'd best hurry. No telling when an audience will stumble along and spoil the fun."

She let out a muted curse and picked up the pace, and he chuckled. "Do you like the sound of that? Caught rutting like a bitch in heat only a stone's throw from the respectable public?"

"Shut up," she snapped, the words a low growl.

"So that's a yes? How exciting." He combed his fingers through her hair again and she leaned up for another kiss. He obliged, following her lead and snaking his tongue into her open mouth. Her whimper was trapped between them and grew louder when he released her hands and grasped her by the hip to press her down on his leg and drag her along with her rhythm. She broke away for air and he murmured, "Don't stop until you're finished. I want to watch you."

"Then help me," she urged. Everything she was doing felt amazing yet left her unsatisfied, getting her closer to the edge without pushing her over. It just. Wasn't. Enough.

"No, I don't think so," he replied. "Maybe if someone hadn't been so stubborn earlier…"

"Crowley, please!"

He shook his head. "You can do it, turtledove. I know you can."

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall. Her legs ached and she didn't know how much longer she could go on without screaming in frustration. 

His next kiss was disarmingly gentle, and his voice was soft and encouraging. "I've pictured this too, you know...us, like this… The things we've done to each other would make you blush, my sweet Gem, but that's only fantasy. It doesn't compare to having you in my arms and watching you chase your pleasure…" He smiled mockingly and added, "That is, if you can take it."

Damn him.

She swore, then dug her nails into her palms and angled her leg a little higher, and his hand dropped from her hip to her ass to hold her steady. "That's my girl," he praised. "Keep it up, you're going to love it…" 

The words made her walls flutter and clench. She rocked and bucked while a litany of curses spilled from her mouth and he urged her on and taunted her in equal measure, and she was nearly there, ready to fly apart, locking her throat to keep her rising cry from sounding out--

"--didn't mean to match with him, but we've been DMing a couple days--"

A trio of young women rounded the corner and Gemma staggered back against the wall, breathless and disoriented and suddenly alone. Crowley had disappeared.

The girls were a few paces away before they noticed her standing there. One had her phone out as she spoke and held it for the others to see, but she looked up between Gemma and the restroom door. "Is there a line?" she asked.

Gemma shook her head and wound the fringe of her scarf around her fingers. "No, go ahead…"

"You okay?" one of the others asked. "You look kinda…" She held up her hand and made a wobbling gesture.

"Yeah, just...dizzy. Low iron."

"Girl, same! Eat more kale!"

"Okay, so, anyway, we're supposed to FaceTime later, and--"

They moved into the restroom and she stayed leaning against the wall. Her legs were shaking so much it was a surprise she was still on her feet, and she was wound so tightly she felt like stomping her feet and throwing a fit. He had to leave her hanging? He couldn't have whisked her off to...wherever, so she could finish what he started in the first place? 

Asshole!

She worried the scarf as she waited for the girls to walk back out, furious and frustrated. Next time he had the nerve to drop in, she was going to clock him right in his stupid face. That smug, arrogant, manipulative, no-good, know-it-all, smart ass son of a…

The girls stepped back into the hallway, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Kale Girl gave a thumbs up as she walked by, and Gemma returned it with a brief smile before she darted into the restroom.

She glanced around to be sure it was empty, then moved to the mirror and leaned close to the glass. She angled her head and pushed the scarf out of the way, and sure enough, there was a bruise forming on her neck where he had bitten her. Great. Just great. What was she supposed to do about that?

She let out a huff and studied her reflection. Her hair was in disarray, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were dark and wild. Her muscles twitched at the sight, though she didn't need the visual to be reminded of what happened in the hallway. And wet and aching as she was, she wasn't about to leave it unfinished, no matter where she was.

Moving into a stall for safety's sake, she latched the door and unzipped her jeans. Her fingers trembled as she reached into her underwear, and the first brush against her clit left her gasping and spasming. She leaned against the wall and bit her lip so hard it wouldn't surprise her if she drew blood, and within a few swift strokes she was done for. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her free hand over her mouth to hold back a moan as she slid the length of the wall to end on her knees on the tile floor. 

She stayed frozen for a minute or two, unable to move or even think. The sweep of ecstasy left her blank and calm, a few lingering pulses of sensation tingling through limbs gone still and heavy, and yet her mind seemed to be floating outside of herself. Hard to care about much in that state, much less the way that cocky bastard ditched her. And stupid to let him occupy her thoughts so much. The sooner he was out of her system, the better.

A long, shaky breath, and she slowly got to her feet again and made herself presentable before walking out of the stall. She traveled the few steps to the sink and turned on the faucet to wash her hands. Maybe she should call it a night and excuse herself from that party…

"Don't tell me you went on without me."

She sighed and glanced up in the mirror to see him standing behind her. "Care to tell me why I should have waited for you?" she asked as she finished washing.

"I told you, darling. The real thing is better than the fantasy, and that holds true for you as well as me."

"You sound pretty sure of yourself for a guy who left me to rub one out in a bathroom stall."

"Now imagine if I'd been there."

She blushed.

His eyes met hers in the glass as he brushed her hair back from the mark on her neck, and he held her gaze while bowing his head to lay a much gentler kiss. Something in her melted at the display, and he adjusted her scarf to cover her neck. "I meant what I said, Gemma," he told her. "I have every intention of winning you, and I'm a man of my word." He gave her hair a final stroke and smiled at her. "Until next time, turtledove. I'll keep in touch." And with that, he was gone again.

She was at a loss for several minutes as she tried to process the entire encounter, everything from his gift to their interrupted liason in the hallway to his soft farewell, and she couldn't recall being so conflicted. He was a demon, the literal King of Hell, and nothing would change what would happen at the end of her contract. 

And yet, with his words in her memory and his mark on her neck, she couldn't help but wonder if he'd have more than her soul before her time was up. After all, he always kept his promises.

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Forever/SPN/Crowley/cheerleader tags: @rckyfrk @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @letsby @slytherkins @genevievedarcygranger @princessmisery666 @sheppardaddicts @peridottea91  

[fangirlxwritesx67]

@1000roughdrafts please send me the cards for

a spades flush of 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Aces high (all 4 aces)

and a Full House of your choosing (no A/B/O plz)

Now, I bet you weren’t expecting to see this so soon, but I’m here to tell you that, yes, this is the 600 follower thingy (except also not really). I personally love this, and hope it doesn’t flop. 

Okay, so here is the deal: 

Draw one card, or Go All In - there’s no limit on how many you write nor is there a limit/max on word count. 

Choose any SPN character, including the cast 

This can very loosely follow poker rules, but only if you want it to. Really, if you wanna just write, do that. This part is just for fun! In example:

        Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards of all the same suit 

        Full House - Complete 3 fics from prompt cards of the same face value or number, plus any other 2 of the same face value/number 

        Royal Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards being of following sequence of any suit: Ace, King, Queen, Jack, 10

       Straight - complete 5 fics, choosing cards in a sequence (9,8,7,6,5) but not of the same suit 

        And any other hands (three of a kind, pair, etc.) are welcome!

The Card Layout - Kink (at the top) + AU/Genre/Trope/Random Idea + Dialogue Prompt & the “Your Choice” is basically a free spot

Chip and a Chair: No time limit here, cause I don’ like deadlines lol 

Additional Notes 

If you like what’s on a card for the most part but want to tweak something send me an ask and we can fix it :) 

When you finish, tag me (@1000roughdrafts) and put #kayskinkpoker in your tags 

I had to group the cards together via collage, otherwise it would have been a very very long post, but I still have all of the individual ones, so when you choose your card and if you would like just that one (or a few) message me and I’ll send it/them. **Also, I reblogged this with all 52 individual cards for you to grab**:) 

Have fun and let me know what you think of this style of challenge!

Happy writing! (Cards are under the cut) 

@fangirlxwritesx67​ @rebelminxy​ @fictionalabyss​ @risingphoenix761​ @tilltheendwilliwrite​ @holylulusworld​ @slytherkins​ @princessmisery666​ (just in case anything grabs your attention <3) 

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[holylulusworld]

Such a great idea. I think I need to let the kinky girl out. 👏👏👍

Now, I bet you weren’t expecting to see this so soon, but I’m here to tell you that, yes, this is the 600 follower thingy (except also not really). I personally love this, and hope it doesn’t flop. 

Okay, so here is the deal: 

Draw one card, or Go All In - there’s no limit on how many you write nor is there a limit/max on word count. 

Choose any SPN character, including the cast 

This can very loosely follow poker rules, but only if you want it to. Really, if you wanna just write, do that. This part is just for fun! In example:

        Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards of all the same suit 

        Full House - Complete 3 fics from prompt cards of the same face value or number, plus any other 2 of the same face value/number 

        Royal Flush - Complete 5 fics from cards being of following sequence of any suit: Ace, King, Queen, Jack, 10

       Straight - complete 5 fics, choosing cards in a sequence (9,8,7,6,5) but not of the same suit 

        And any other hands (three of a kind, pair, etc.) are welcome!

The Card Layout - Kink (at the top) + AU/Genre/Trope/Random Idea + Dialogue Prompt & the “Your Choice” is basically a free spot

Chip and a Chair: No time limit here, cause I don’ like deadlines lol 

Additional Notes 

If you like what’s on a card for the most part but want to tweak something send me an ask and we can fix it :) 

When you finish, tag me (@1000roughdrafts) and put #kayskinkpoker in your tags 

I had to group the cards together via collage, otherwise it would have been a very very long post, but I still have all of the individual ones, so when you choose your card and if you would like just that one (or a few) message me and I’ll send it/them. 

Have fun and let me know what you think of this style of challenge!

Happy writing! (Cards are under the cut) 

@fangirlxwritesx67​ @rebelminxy​ @fictionalabyss​ @risingphoenix761​ @tilltheendwilliwrite​ @holylulusworld​ @slytherkins​ @princessmisery666​ (just in case anything grabs your attention <3) 

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[1000roughdrafts]

Wait I’m dumb @fictionalabyss do you want the A♥️ individual card sent to you?

And thank youxx I don’t know how I skipped over your last line the first time I read this

Lack of sleep probably haha

Hey, it's fictionalabyss! I wanna write A💜 with Dean if I can😍😍😍😍. Also, kudos on this challenge, I love this idea 😍

Okay! Just so you and everyone else wanting to hop in on the fic poker know, it’s not required to send the asks on what you choose ☺️

I love getting asks, just saying you don’t have to :p