tail between the legs


KNOW YOUR BATS: Emballonuridae family

Emballonuridae is a family of bats commonly known as sheath-tailed or sac-winged bats. I’m surprised these bats aren’t better known, because they have very uniquely appealing little faces. I think it’s the perpetually upturned nose.

They also have a stunning variety of colors, from the pure-white northern ghost bat to the dark chocolate of the Hill’s sheath-tailed bat.

Among them are some excellent camoflaugers, such as the proboscis bat, which looks like a bit of lichen or damaged bark on a tree.

In fact, many species in Emballonuridae roost on the trunks and branches of trees, in broad daylight, depending on their camouflage to keep them safe. They like to do it in neat little lines.

Sometimes they also stack.

You may have noticed their short little tailed. They’re sometimes called sheath-tailed bats because these tails protrude out of the membrane between their back legs, which can be pulled up to “sheath” the tail. Here’s a video if you don’t quite understand what I mean.

As I mentioned earlier, they’re also called sac-winged bats. This is because they have special pouches near their wrists designed to release pheromones into the air when they flap their wings. Below is a close up of the pouch, closed and then opened.

For the most part these are very small bats, with weights as low as three to four grams- one of the smallest, the proboscis bat, can get caught in spiderwebs and eaten.

Aside from roosting in trees, these bats roost in caves, crevices, and occasionally, human-made structures like wells or stone tombs. Because of this, several species are known as tomb bats. They’re pretty adorable little harbingers of death if you ask me.

Photo credits:

Main set (species in photo caption): Bat Conservation Intl / Jasmine Vink / University of KwaZulu-Natal / Merlin Tuttle / Michael Penney

Emedded in text: Bateleur Nature Reserve / ARKive / Riley Pearce / PSUNHM / Christian Ziegler


“Cersei even undid your swaddling clothes to give us a better look,” the Dornish prince continued. “You did have one evil eye, and some black fuzz on your scalp. Perhaps your head was larger than most… but there was no tail, no beard, neither teeth nor claws, and nothing between your legs but a tiny pink cock. After all the wonderful whispers, Lord Tywin’s Doom turned out to be just a hideous red infant with stunted legs. Elia even made the noise that young girls make at the sight of infants, I’m sure you’ve heard it. The same noise they make over cute kittens and playful puppies. I believe she wanted to nurse you herself, ugly as you were. When I commented that you seemed a poor sort of monster, your sister said, ‘He killed my mother,’ and twisted your little cock so hard I thought she was like to pull it off. You shrieked, but it was only when your brother Jaime said, 'Leave him be, you’re hurting him,’ that Cersei let go of you. 'It doesn’t matter,’ she told us. 'Everyone says he’s like to die soon. He shouldn’t even have lived this long.’”

The sun was shining bright above them, and the day was pleasantly warm for autumn, but Tyrion Lannister went cold all over when he heard that. My sweet sister.

Beth - a real go-getter - does blush a little when she hands over her business card with a personal number scrawled on the back. “You know,” she says. “If you ever want to learn more about Wicca sometime.”

Dean takes it, and laughs. “‘Preciate it, Beth, but I’m married.”

Dean blanches at the same time Beth does. 


“Oh, god. I’m sorry. That’s - well, yeah, the offer still stands? I guess? Crap,” she mutters.

They part awkward friends, and Dean runs back to Sam with his tail between his legs.

Married, god dammit, where the hell had that even COME FROM?

His phone chirps almost as soon as he shuts the Impala’s door and settles into the driver’s seat. He checks the caller ID. 


Oh, right, Dean thinks with a smile, smoothing his thumb over the screen. That’s where that came from.

“Hey, sunshine,” he answers.


The biggest disappointment… you. The whole way from Dorne all anyone talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister. A head twice the size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red eye, the privates of both a girl and a boy. When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us. Everyday we would ask. Everyday she would say soon. Then she and your brother took us to your nursery and she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large. Your arms and legs were a bit small. But no claw, no red eye, no tail between your legs, just a tiny pink cock. We didn’t try to hide our disappointment. “That’s not a monster,” I told Cersei, “That’s just a baby.” And she said, “He killed my mother.” And she pinched your little cock so hard I thought she might pull it off until your brother made her stop. “It doesn’t matter,” she told us, “Everyone says he will die soon. I hope they are right. He should have not lived this long.” Oberyn Martell.

Dallas finding a small dog Imagine

(Ok, I said I was going to do this so…here we go!) 

-Dallas was just casually walking to Buck’s one night when he found a small white puppy.

-He merely glanced at it and then kept walking at first

-The dog had noticed him and began to follow him, to his horror.

-He actually kicked it away

-It yelped in shock and pain, but still came running back.

-“Go away you stupid-ass dog!” he yelled at it.

-Dog tucks its tail between its legs and whimpers.

-He got sad when he noticed it was like Johnny.

-Literally, him kneeling down and apologizing to dog.  

-“I-am sorry.” he gave it a few pats and the shoved it away.

-He walked like 10 blocks before noticing it was still freaking following him.

-He decided he’d just keep it in his pocket of his jacket.

-It fell asleep in his warm coat (so precious!!!)

-He ended up just going to his room alone at Buck’s

-He forgot the dog was in there until he through his coat on the floor and it yipped getting lost in the leather.

-He kind of laughed and fished it out of the sea of leather.

-It just kind of stared at him sitting in his hand.

-Dog pees on him after a few moments.

-He drops dog in disgust and swear a lot

-He ended up apologizing to the dog again.

-Dog licks him and he grimaces full on, because it was actually comforting.

-He falls asleep on his bed with small dog and dog cuddles in his hair. (like i can see it and im dying)

-Next day, Dallas plays with dog.

-He names it Thunder.

-He just thought it fit the lil’ guy.

-Thunder is actually girl.

-Dallas checked *face palm*

-He takes THunder to Curtis’ in his pocket but tells no one.

-They’re all sitting at the table when Pony starts to notice Dal shoving food in his pocket.

-“Dal, what are you doing?”

-“What do ya mean, kid?”

-Thunder pops head from his pocket

-Johnny literally jumped when it happend.

-Thunder falls out of his pocket onto table and sits.

-Darry stared surprised.

-“I found him on the street and he wouldn’t leave me alone” was Dally’s excuse, which was true, but he still got crap for it.

-Johnny really like Thunder and Thunder likes him back.

I can gladly do more on this topic. 

{PART 17} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson & Jinyoung)

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Summary; Jackson gives you some much needed advice, despite torturing himself in the process; while Jinyoung finds himself mirroring those actions to Jaebum.

PLEASE READ: This chapter contains scenes that some people may find upsetting. Reader discretion is advised.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

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Wooden netsuke a wild dog. 18th century, Japan, by artist Tomotada. Wood netsuke; eyes inlaid in dark horn and ivory.  A wild dog crouching over a hamaguri clam which lies at its feet, its mouth open, revealing sharp fangs, the tail curled between its legs. The backbone and ribs well visible under its coat, the hair indicated by delicate engravings.

YOOOOOOOO Freewood monster under the bed au anyone?

Gavin is a monster or a poltergeist that feeds off of the fear people experience when they have bad dreams and has a weird habit of camping out under his victims beds before he starts terrorizing them.

This all leads to the house he lives in being labeled as severely haunted by  the locals since anyone who tries to move into it ends up fleeing with their tails tucked between their legs.

But, then along comes Ryan.

He has absolutely no patience for Gavin’s supernatural bullshit, and refuses to be scared or even to react to Gavin’s presence just out of pure spite and it drives Gavin up a fucking wall.

He tries everything to get even the tiniest reaction out of Ryan.

Gavin tries on the very first night Ryan is in the house to start terrorizing him through his usual shtick of making wierd noises and banging around under the bed, and Ryan literally chases him out of the bedroom with a broom handle like Gavin is nothing more than an errant spider.

He tries making all the water faucets in the house spew foul smelling grungy liquids instead of water and Ryan merely gives a put-upon sigh of annoyance and starts buying gallons of spring water until Gavin gets tired of it and the faucets go back to giving clean water.

He makes doors slam closed or bang off the walls all night and the next day, Ryan simply goes to buy wall digs and door jambs.

Gavin throws glassware and crockery out of the kitchen  cabinets. Ryan child proofs the entire kitchen so none of the cabinets or appliances will open without a special key.

He  pulls all of Ryan’s clothes out of the dressers, shreds them to pieces, and strings them all over the house and Ryan doesn’t even bat an eyelash before threatening Gavin with an exorcism of the mess doesn’t get cleaned up.

This goes on for months. Everything Gavin tries to throw at Ryan only seems to cause him to become even more desensitized  to Gavin’s presence in his house.

In fact he’s so not scared of Gavin he’s started leaving the monster food on the table and leaving the bedroom door open for him at night because he knows Gavin really likes sleeping in the tight space under his bed or on the top shelf in Ryan’s closet.

Gavin is super bitter about it and now just does things to piss Ryan off instead of trying to scare him.


Tell me if this story sounds real to you. Naive little kid with good grades and big ideas decides “Hey look at me, I’m gonna move to Zootopia! Where predators and prey live in harmony and sing Kumbaya!” Only to find, whoopsie: we don’t all get along. And that dream of becoming a big city cop: double whoopsie; she’s a meter maid. And whoopsie number three-sy: no one cares about her or her dreams. And soon enough those dreams die and our bunny sinks into an emotional and literal squalor living in a box under a bridge until finally she has no choice but to go back home with that cute fuzzy-wuzzy little tail between her legs to become…
       You’re from Bunnyburrows, that what you said? So how about a carrot farmer?

Harvest Moon

Request: skin walker! Sam

Summary: Sam’s still in love with you . Based off Harvest Moon by Neil Young

Warnings: abo, wolf! Sam, alpha! Sam, little bit of angst , blood skin, smut

Tags: @sarahcrystalheart @roxy-davenport @training-wolves  Gonna try @ellen-reincarnated1967 @saxxxology and @blushingsamgirl 

Originally posted by themanicpoet

It had been months, months without you, and months without your warm bed. He was never meant to stay, only to pass on through until his work was done. But of course it all changed once he limped onto your doorstep, tail between his legs.  Sam was typically more careful but the fight with his family left him reeling with anger. Pair that with trying to cross a freeway and the outcome was a shoulder ripped wide open.  

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Okay sorry last thing on this today.

But maybe MAYBE I would be more forgiving of people who used schizophrenia to excuse Josh’s behavior if they weren’t the same people who dismiss and hate on Ashley for reacting to trauma which is also a mental disorder.

Word of God confirmed that Ashley was traumatized by Chris shooting her and the trophy attached is called, “Ashley Snaps.” Meaning her mind snapped, she was not being vindictive, she was having a trauma related flashback. Anyone who has those knows how severe they can get.

And since everyone is so clearly ready to over analyse Josh to the point of making the theory about him having a worse mental illness than depression fact I’m going to do that to.

Ashley is clearly the victim of emotional and probably physical abuse.

Her response to Emily slapping her is to shuffle away with her tail between her legs muttering, “Sorry.” She is unclear whether the maniac (Josh) hit her.

The way she will repeatedly say, “sorry.” Her clear moodiness, her tendency to emotionally detach herself from what is happening.

Her referenced drug use. “Maybe Ashley has a secret stogie habit” (because it’s in the game so it is fair use for analysis) Matt literally could have said anyone else’s name (Josh and Mike both have lighters) But he says Ashley. Ashley is the known smoker in her group. And a cigar is hardly a cigarette so we can glean she does harder things than tabacco.

Even her fingerless gloves, beanie hat, smoky eye makeup and large jewlery show her style fits in with a more Gothic, Punk or Emo vibe rather than Prep or Acedemic. Styles traumatized kids gravitate towards.

All of these things are symptoms of an abused child. All of these show us Ashley is someone who has suffered abuse, probably at a young age. (Most definitely mental and emotional and highly likely physical as well.)

PTSD (which very many traumatized children have) is a mental illness.

Yet Ashley is torn to shreds for what she does. From locking Chris out, to wanting to kick Emiky out of the safe room (Mike is the one who wants to shoot her. Chris and Ashley don’t stand up for her or anything but they just wanted to kick her out) to freaking out over the “ghost,” to generally being a nervous wreck. She is called annoying and stupid and whiny and bitchy.

As someone who clearly suffered from trauma all of her action make sense. People with PTSD often feel like they are always walking on eggshells. Why would Ashley be any different?

So here’s the deal so long as Ashley doesn’t get a pass because of mental illness (and you’ve made it clear she doesn’t) than neither does Josh.

anonymous asked:

how do you think iwaizumi, kuroo, bokuto, noya would react if their gf/crush (whichever you prefer) had a dog who was so overprotective over them like no one TOUCHES OWNER-CHAN and they were invited to go to her house hang out/chill and the dog basically goes answer the door barking and standing in front of them like YOU WILL NOT PASS! UNTIL I APPROVE OF YOU! or maybe they cockblock them like they're sitting in bed/couch and the dog sneaks in the middle of the two watching them. #tis my dog XD

I have a limit of three characters so I’m going to pick the three I want to do the most. :)

Iwaizumi Hajime

  • Let’s be real here, everyone know who’s the alpha, even your dog. 
  • The first time Iwaizumi met your dog it tried to act intimidating and growl in warning as in to back off and not get any closer to you.
  • All it took is one glare and the pup was backing away with it’s tail between it’s legs. 
  • It still doesn’t agree with anyone getting close to you, but there’s mutual respect built up between them where he’ll stand down.
  • Although that doesn’t stop your dog from staring at you whenever you and Iwaizumi try to make out.

Bokuto Koutaro

  • But why does the dog not like me??? Did I do something wrong??? It breaks his heart overtime your dog barks or growls at him when he comes over.
  • He’s a huge animal lover so he tries his hardest to make your dog like him, but the pup is not having it. Anyone who gets too close to you is an automatic enemy.
  • It’s gotten to the point where you have to kick the dog out of the room whenever you and Bokuto hang out because your dog will take every chance to cockblock him.
  • Bout will never forget the day where he had pinned you to the couch during a heated make out session when your dog had appeared out of no where, barking like mad and trying to attack him. Now you have to do everything behind closed doors.

Nishinoya Yu

  • Everything goes right over Noya’s head. He just thinks your dog is temperamental until it starts to growl overtime he moves to put his arm around you.
  • Tries to make your dog jealous as ridiculous as it sounds. He’ll purposefully give you a peck on the cheek or hug you while staring into the eyes of your pissed off dog. Noya no.
  • Whenever you have a movie night, naturally you like to get cozy and cuddle. Nope, to on your dog’s watch. The little weasel nearly knocks Noya overtiring to get in between you two.
  • It takes months for your dog to get used to Noya, but even then they don’t see eye to eye. It doesn’t matter how many treats or toys nota brings for your dog, it’s not enough. He has to earn your dog’s trust.
When a Peacock Won’t Let Them Get Near Their GF (BIG BANG)

*Don’t own the gif/s yo* (lol peacocks like ‘come closer, I dare u. This my girl now, I will fuck u up’)

Author: Taebaby

T.O.P: I think he’d find it funny for a few short minutes before he might become actually concerned. It’d be all well and good if the bird tried attacking him, but he wouldn’t want you getting hurt too

DAESUNG: I think he’d be torn between wanting to save you and being pants shitting scared of the peacock. I think in the end he would prob come up with some elaborate plan, when all he had to do was throw some food to the side and the bird would walk off lol

TAEYANG: It would would be game fucking on between Taeyang and the peacock. Several minutes and several bites on the hand later, Youngbae would walk off with his tail between his legs to get proper help

G.D.:  He’d be stuck between loving the shit out of it and having genuine concern for you. I think after having his fun, taking a few videos, he’d get down to business and try and figure out how to get you away from the peacock

SEUNGRI: I think as cool as he’d like to try and act, he would def try and fail to throw down with the peacock. No one gets between him and his lady, not even a fancy bird

To those of you who celebrate Christmas, I hope you had a lovely morning! There’s really only one pokémon fit to examine for today: Delibird, the Delivery Pokémon, with it’s signature move Present!

Delibird, of course, is an avian version of Santa Clause. This generous ice-type shares food and presents from a bag it carries around, which is apparently actually its tail.

Animals have tails for a variety of reasons. Many birds and cheetahs use it for balance or mobility while running or flying. For scorpions, their tails are weapons. Peacocks have grand tails used to attract mates. Fish use their tails to swim. Zebras, cows, and horses rely on their tails to swat away flies and other pests. Dogs and cats use their tails to help communicate emotion by wagging or hiding them between their legs. Foxes often use their tails to keep warm in the winters. Alligators use their tails to store fat.

But no animal uses their tail quite like Delibird does, to stash and distribute food or presents. Delibird’s tail might be similar to gopher or chipmunk cheeks, stuffed full of food. Alternatively, Delibird’s tail more closely resembles a Marsupial’s pouch, like a Kangaroo’s. You can learn more about Maruspial pouches in our Kangaskhan entry

Delibird’s generosity is a little more rare in the animal kingdom. Most animals aren’t willing to share their hard-earned food, especially not to creatures outside their own family. This behavior, known as reciprocal food sharing is something animals do, however. Specifically, its been observed in insects, birds, whales, vampire bats, and primates.

Vampire bats, for example, must eat every 2-3 days or they will starve to death. Because of this, lucky vampire bats who find a meal will often share with others. The debt is often “repaid” through grooming. 

Pack animals, like wolves or birds, will share food because they are more likely to survive as a group than as individuals. 

Other insect, bird, and mammal species share their food with potential mates. To make the female like him more, a male will supply her with food to appear more attractive. Insects, on the other hand, provide food so that their mate will be too full to eat them after the deed is done. 

Alternatively, animals will sometimes share food with young animals and babies which can’t yet hunt for themselves. 

Knowing this, why does Delibird share its food with so many different species? It’s possible that Delibird sees all pokémon (and humans) as small, helpless creatures that can’t hunt for themselves. Or, perhaps Delibird was often hunted by predators, but if it simply gave food away instead, the predator would leave it alone.

Delibird must be good at finding food: Given how much that it gives away, it must still keep enough for itself so it can survive.

Delibird stores food and other gifts in its pouch-like tail. It shares this food with other species to ensure its own survival: it gives them something else to eat so Delibird itself is not eaten.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

You Think I’m Scared of A Woman?

Originally posted by bonniebird

John Shelby x Reader

Prompt Request: You think I’m scared of a woman?

*Peaky Blinders Requests are Open*

“Uh oh, John Boy, you’re in the doghouse with your tail tucked between your legs. There’s practically a storm cloud floating over Y/N’s head, waiting to strike you down. What’d you do this time?” Finn snickered at Arthur.

“What?” John asked indignantly, glaring at the eldest Shelby brother. “You lads think I’m scared of a woman?” He scoffed, puffing his chest out. Y/N ripped the small window open from the bar to the private room and glared monstrously at John. Tommy raised his eyebrows while Arthur snickered. Finn held his mild with wide eyes.

“I ain’t scared of no woman,” John mumbled, looking down at the table.

“Well, you can ‘not be scared of no woman’ on the sofa tonight! How does that sound?” With that, Y/N pulled the window shut. The raucous laughter echoed out of the room by the brothers. Y/N continued working with a smug grin on her face. That’ll teach him.

I can’t lose you

Summary: Risking your life to save others wasn’t unusual when you were a hunter, but being the little sister of the Winchesters and the lover of the king of hell definitely complicated things

Pairing: Crowley X Reader

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Smut! Squirting! Light swearing!(Keep it wrapped people)

Exclaimer: This is for @superdirtynaturalimagines​ hope you like it!

Originally posted by spnfans

The cut on your forehead was bleeding heavily as you stumbled through the bunker doors. You brothers hot on your tail that was curled firmly between your legs. You had fucked up, you knew that. You had figured out the cause of the recent string of attacks and instead of contacting your brothers you decided to play there hero. True you saved the next family in line for slaughter, at the sacrifice of a few broken bones and a concussion. Damn Wendigo’s are stronger than they look.

“Cas heal her for Christ sake!?” Dean shouted as blinding walked into the kitchen your arms out wide in search for the first aid kit that rested next to the cooker. Your fingers shakily pried apart hard plastic claps on the case causing plasters and bandages to sprawl out across the kitchen floor.

“(Y/N)…” You waved Castiel off as you bent down to pick up your mess only for your legs to collapse out from under you.

“I’m fine Castiel, it’s just a scratch.” You pitifully pushed him away again only for him to place two finger on your forehead before you could protest. You sighed and looked up at the angel of the lord with a small sad smile before it quickly laid flat into pursed lips as Dean and Sam strode up to you. Their eyes were filled with worry but there scowls screamed disappointment as they looked down at you.

“Do you realise how stupid you are!? You could have died (Y/N) and where would that have left me and Sam Huh!? Another body to burn another family member to add to the growing list!?” you swallowed your tears as a lump grew in your throat. You had learned not to cry in front of dean anymore, you were old enough to technically be classified as an adult, and yet he treated you like a child. They had only appeared in your life less than five years ago after your mother was attacked by a vampire, only for them to tell you that they are your half-brothers.

You had to grow up fast, and you did, following them into the hunter’s life. You didn’t have the normal teenage life, you didn’t get to go to prom, and your first kiss had sadly been taken in a bar, your first time in a dingy motel room. You acted and looked older than eighteen by you knew that all they would ever see is that frightened thirteen year old girl covered in her mother’s blood.

Castiel gently picked you up from the ground and held you against him as your body still felt the residual pain from your multiple broken bones without that actual injury. You had learned to block out Dean’s rants, you knew if you waited for them to come back from their case that family would be dead, and thanks to you they got to spend the rest of their lives with each other.

You weren’t just blocking out Dean’s rant because you had heard tem over a hundred times before but because you knew you had to mentally steel yourself for the scolding that would come sooner rather than later. You had been seeing Crowley secretly for the past few months, you had removed the entire demon warding from your room making sure he didn’t have to appear in the middle of the war room with some half assed excuse.

But every time you had found yourself in a mess such as now, Crowley would always appear, blaming your brothers for not looking after you, for putting you in harm’s way, mainly because they had been involved, but this time…this time it was all about you playing hero. You bowed your head slowly nodding to dean’s mumbled words.

“We can’t lose you (Y/N).” suddenly you were pulled into a hug, which consisted of you, dean, Sam and Castiel that awkwardly held you from behind. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around dean’s waist, as your head swam. You wondered what Crowley would say this time; you sighed and buried your face into dean’s shoulder as he hugged tightly.

You sat on the edge of your bed. Your hair was damp from your shower as your tried to remove as much of the dried blood as possible from your body. You had placed your bloody clothes into the waste disposal and replaced them with a set of black cotton shorts and a burgundy cotton vest. You gnawed on your finger nails waiting for the tell-tale appearance of the king of hell.

“I can see Castiel healed you well Love, honestly if I hadn’t found out from the boys I wouldn’t have known that you’re a dead woman walking.” You twisted around to see Crowley standing in the corner of your room, his body covered in his thick black peacoat, the V of the jacket revealing a blood red tie knotted tightly around his neck.

His eyes held that fearsome red you had come to expect when he visited under these circumstances except this time his pupil had been completely engulfed by the red mist. You fingers clawed at your bed sheets as you sat there. All the other times Crowley had come to check on you, your injury was usually tied to Sam or Dean, either it being their case or their lack of forewarning. This time it was all on you.

“If I didn’t go  another family would have been added to that monster kill streak, did you really think I was just going to sit back when I knew I could save them?” you kept your voice calm and level, even though your heart rate spiked and your clenched hands were shaking. You watched the king of hell as he stood perfectly still, while his lips curled into a malicious snarl.

“Do you really think I care what happened to that family (Y/N)? They could have been torn apart by the wendigo, and had the family pets eat the remains for all I care! You are what I care about! But no, you can’t seem to get that through your thick skull! You Winchester’s just love playing the hero, tell me how many times have your brothers died for other people?! Too many times! I don’t want to see you become like them (Y/N)!” he was visibly shaking with anger as he stood the corner, his shoulders hunched, his lips an aggressive hound like snarl, his hands balled up into fists in his pockets, as you sat there stunned. You could barely feel the hot tears running down your visibly paled face, as you sat there letting his words sink in like a dull knife.

Crowley was panting hot breaths full of rage as he looked at you. Your chest rose up and down rapidly fighting to get oxygen into your lungs steadily. Your face had visible paled as he scolded you, but when he saw the tears he knew he had gone too far. He slowly straightened up, his fist relaxing in his pockets before pulling them out to pull away his peacoat. He sighed heavily as he placed his coat over the back of your desk chair, before running a hand through his short hair.

He watched as you stayed frozen, your eyes trained on him like prey to a predator. He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed next to you, reaching out with a gentle hand catching the slowly rolling tears. He kissed them from his fingers before moving closer to you.

“I’m sorry love, I…I can’t lose you.” you felt your breathing relax as Crowley’s warm hands rested on your upper arms his thumbs rubbing small circles into the goosebumps covered flesh. Your fingers let go of the of the bed sheets, you knew why he had shouted at you, you saw it as the red mist receded from his eyes to reveal a demon full of pain.

You moved slowly swinging your leg over his thighs quickly straddling his lap. Crowley’s hands slowly moved from your arms to your waist, his large hands quickly warming your skin as his fingers trailed miscellaneous patterns as they slowly pushed up the cotton vest keeping your skin away from his touch. You shivered at the heat of his fingers as his hands slid across you’re back pulling you against him.

“I can’t lose you (Y/N). I don’t know what I’d do if you left Me.” you slowly trailed your hands up Crowley’s chest pulling at the buttons beneath your fingertips, before pulling at the knotted tie. You looked into the king of hells pain stricken gaze as you opened up his dress shirt and pushing it from his shoulders.

“I’m not going anywhere Crowley. I’m staying right here with you.” Crowley sighed at your words visibly relaxing as he pushed up your vest and pulling it up and over your head revealing your naked chest to his gaze. His lips peppered kisses across your collar bone, before traveling down to your chest. His large hand cupped your breasts perfectly, as his warm mouth sealed around your nipple making you mewl as his tongue and teeth worked in tandem, as your fingers gripped Crowley’s short hair by the root, tugging it as you rolled your hips against his growing erection.

You gasped and whined as Crowley suddenly stood up making sure your legs were wrapped around his hips before lowering to you onto the bed. Crowley looked down at you, the red mist slowly consuming his gaze again, but this time for an all too different reason. Crowley let go of your nipple from between his lips with a pop. Your hands move from his hair quickly cupping his face in your hands and pulling his lips to yours.

Crowley sighed and moaned against your lips as his hands quickly made work of your cotton shorts, throwing them over his shoulder as he toed off his black shoes, you hooked your toes over the edge of his slack and pulled them down his hips. His boxer clad erection pressed hard against your naked core making your pant as you arched against him.

You felt Crowley smirk against your lips as he pressed his erection against your core once again, to hear you moan loudly. Crowley quickly reached between the both of you and freed himself from the constricting fabric of his boxers. You sighed blissfully as you felt the tip of Crowley cock resting against your outer lips.

“Crowley please.” You begged the demon above you as you rocked your hip upwards trying to feel more of him only for him to move away. You panted and mewled as Crowley chuckled rubbing his precum covered tip across your wet core.

“Promise me you will never do something as stupid as that ever again.” You nodded, your lips opening to speak only for you to moan and whimper as Crowley gently rocked against you, his tips gently entering and teasing you.

“Promise me (Y/N).” Crowley growled in your ear as he slowly entered you, his pace torturous as he was barely moving a millimetre a second.

“I promise Crowley, I promise!” you cried out, pleading with the king of hell as he teased you. Crowley kissed your cheek before sharply thrusting forward. You screamed out as he filled you, stretching you in all the right places, you would never get used to the feeling of him filling you, consuming you as his large arms wrapped around your body.

I gasped as tears filled your eyes as his hands smoothed over your body comforting and pleasuring your as he made love to you. Your nails scored his shoulders and back as his pace grew harder and faster, your lips peppered kisses across his tattoo covered bicep, as Crowley growled and hissed in your ear his teeth grazing your neck as his hips piston in and out of you.

Your body shook from constant pleasure, orgasms blended together until you were in a state of constant euphoria; Crowley panted and groaned as you continued to grow tighter. It was the most pleasurable pain as he tried to withhold his own orgasm; you were as tight as your first time constricting and utter bliss, as he fucked you with abandon. His hands had settled on your hips bruising them in his tight grip as the bed groaned and shook as much as the both of you did.

“Crowley please…I need you to come.” Your body felt like it was on the verge of collapse as Crowley fucked you; your pleasure was almost unbearable. Your nails began to draw blood as you clung onto the king of hell with tears streaming from the corners of your eyes and moans of ecstasy escaping your lips.

Crowley grunted as his hips stuttered, hearing your beg for his release spurred him on. Crowley suddenly flipped your both over leaving you ridding him as his hips piston up into you making you scream out as your braced yourself against his chest, your nails digging into his flesh as wetness squirted out from your pussy and across Crowley’s lower stomach as Crowley looked you dead in the eye, the red mist swirling violently as he watched you fall apart on top of him

“Fuck…(Y/N)!” Crowley called out loudly, as he thrusted up one last time filling you completely. You collapsed onto his chest, your arms unable to support your own weight as black spots clouded your vision. You heard Crowley sigh happily as he wrapped his arms around your body before rolling you both onto your side.

“I love you (Y/N), you can’t leave me with these Neanderthals.” You chuckled and buried your head in Crowley’s shoulders sighing happily as you curled up with the king of hell. Crowley kissed the top of your head and tightened his arms around you tangling his legs with yours as you both sighed happily.

“I must say your bed is much more comfortable than that motel.” You kissed Crowley chest as you kissed Crowley’s chest before looking up at him to see his hazel coloured eyes with the red mist removed from his soft gaze, to see the king of hell smile down at you.

“You love rubbing in our first time don’t you?” Crowley chuckled before leaning down and kissing you gently on the lips. You sighed and moaned against his lips as you cupped his face with your hand, Crowley groaned against your lips before you slowly pulled away from the kiss. Crowley kissed your forehead.

“Only because every time afterwards has been subsequently, much better love.” You smiled and happily cuddled into Crowley before falling asleep in the king of hells arms listening to his silent heartbeat and steady breathing.

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