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//i’m finally taking the time to write this up. 

crowley’s highly into praise. it’s one of his strongest & most developed kinks. it’s part of who he is, whether it’s demon or if we should write in a human verse or with fergus. his self esteem plays a huge part in anything and everything he does, it only makes sense it’s also a big part of his sex life. 

there’s two aspects to this. 

first is the part that’s most likely the one you’ll see most - crowley doing the praising. when he’s with someone, be it romantically or simply for sex, he praises a shit ton. pardon my language, but there’s not better way to describe it. he lifts his partners up, it’s how he shows he cares or that he doesn’t not care, lol. again, pardon the way i’m putting this but crowley is complicated. he talks a lot in bed to begin with, but it’s hardly dirty talk, it’s praise. he appreciates beauty when he sees it & he secretly craves to feel worthy. he tells himself he does, but let’s be real, he doesn’t necessarily. especially when he hangs around the winchesters, castiel or the demons, or even worse - rowena. basically always lol. praising partners makes him feel good & he likes seeing pleasure on their face in general so it’s like a double win. it’s also why he prefers human lays, like he has greater chances at even feeling remotely cared for with people who aren’t prejudiced against him being a demon/monster. he also generally gives his partners what he desires, so like, he overcompensates by drowning partners in praise because he can’t/won’t ask for it himself, which leads me to case no. 2.

then there’s the bit where he secretly enjoys being praised. the whole good boy thing isn’t just a mommy issues/kink problem, it’s the whole ‘he doesn’t feel like he’s enough ever’ problem. he doesn’t feel appreciated by anybody, or like people y’know, like him. so it’s a huge thing to hear that someone’s appreciating what he does, you know? he plays hard to get and he’s flirty af, but he does want to just feel loved deep down. people only ever come to him because they want something for themselves, or because he’s the mighty demon king or w/e, but nobody actually comes for crowley & that’s why this is such a powerful kink when it comes to crowley. those who praise/love him like he craves to be loved hold his heart in their hands.

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‘ Get out of my church. ’

     -- Acidic and bitter words on his tongue; this is a foreign feeling, one most unwelcome as Tomas glances to the man ( demon, devil, angel ? ) in front of him. ‘ You have no place here - I will not host you. I have no more time for your lies. If you are here to kill me, I stand with God. I am ready. ’

#[ question. How is Liam more a rebel than Lucifer? XD ]

No matter what anyone said, there wasn’t a soul alive that would ever be able to convince Melody that the world wasn’t laughing at her. From birth she’d been different; one of a kind. First she was just sickly and when that passed, her parents had believed her possessed by demons. She wish it had been that simple. No one anywhere in the world seemed to know what she was, not that she went around asking people, of course. No, a long and painful life of being hunted had taught her the hard lesson that no matter what, she was a monster. Still, she sought answers. She had to know what she was.

No amount of searching in books, ancient or otherwise, could provide her with any clues. The only text that seemed to have any answers were comics. Yes, comics. Perhaps she was going crazy, but Melody found that the Marvel comics, particularly any that dealt with mutants, hinted at what she might be. Was it possible? Could she really be a mutant? A creature of fiction? As insane as it sounded, Melody felt that she’d hit a wall. There was nothing else she could do on her own and she feared that before she ever determined what she might be that a hunter might actually succeed in catching her.

In her mind she had only one option; she needed help.

It was this thought that eventually brought her to the ritual she was conducting within her apartment. It had taken her more than a year to put together all of the ingredients necessary, but it was well worth the wait. At least, that’s what she told herself. Carefully, Melody prepared everything, and with the aid of her teeth she was able to add the final ingredient; her blood. The concoction she’d put together began bubble and hiss moments later, thick red smoke rolling over the edges of the bowel.

“The fuck?” Confused, she checked the instructions and when no mention of frothing and hissing blood red smoke could be found, panic set in. Had she done something wrong? “Shit!” She reached for the bowel, prepared to dump the contents down the drain, but it shocked her. Gasping in surprise, she snatched her hand back, a hand smoothing over her mane of blue hair as a charge built in the air, making her hair stand on end. Her chest grew tight with fear and she backed away from the temporary alter she’d set up, flinching when a resounding crack split the air. All at once the charge and heaviness in the air vanished, and her bowel of spent ritual ingredients calmed. Blinking, Melody turned one way and then the other, looking for a sign that the ritual had worked.

When she didn’t see anything or anyone to indicate that she’d been successful, her shoulders sagged, a deep frown marring her features. It looked like she was back to square one. “Dammit…”