#Crowley x bentley

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

A Man & His Car 🖤

Good Omens fanfiction

Crowley x The Bentley (yes, really)

Best if you listen to I’m In Love With My Car by Queen while reading!

Nsfw 🔞 MDNI: m@sturbation, dirty talk, descriptions of s€x, & a sassy 1926 Bentley.

Crowley lounged back against the upholstery. He loved the way his car purred when it was given the right attention. Using two, thin fingers, the demon lined the CD slot from left to right, slathering it in a cleaner he kept under the seat. The Bentley surged from his touch, flashing the front lights as darkness approached.

“You like it when I play with you, isn’t that right, love?”

Another roar and the steering wheel turned sharply to the left, cutting off a rather displeased driver. Steam gathered under the immortal wheels as the car sped into the distance, pushing through the heart of London to where the M-25 began its course. Crowley loved it when his Bentley pushed her limits on the speedometer, swerving from one lane to another with ninety years of demonic ease. The demon managed to see her reflection in one of the vehicles to his right- holy hell, what a looker. He admired her vintage curves which were made far shapelier by the black paint job.

The radio began to play, I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black.

Bentley’s design had been what drew him to her in the mid-1920s, but it was her attitude that made him stay. He tightened his grip on the wheel, clenching his jaw as she pushed ninety. A growth had begun to rise from behind the seam of Crowley’s trousers and his car took notice. The radio whizzed out of nowhere once more, searching the inserted CD for the perfect song. She finally found what she was searching for, eventually, and it was then that Crowley realized the Bentley still had a wicked sense of humor.

When I’m holding your wheel

All I hear is your gear.

The demon laughed as they passed a rather large bus traveling the highway. “You’re a naughty thing! Do you want me to have a wank while you drive?”

This time, the Bentley growled.

Crowley did have a feel for this automobile, especially when she was all fired up and ready for action. How could he have turned her down? Taking his time unbuckling his trousers, the demon finally pulled out his cock which had just started to turn a bright shade of red. The Bentley’s wheel suddenly steered on its own as Crowley laid along his front seat. He gave himself a few short strokes before tugging at himself more feverishly while the Bentley pushed a hundred. They went in their first circle when Crowley allowed his voice to carry through the car.

“I do fancy you, Bentley…” Crowley hiccupped through a rather loud moan. “You’re my car, I bought you from new, you will always get me where I need to go… such a beautiful thing you’ve turned out to be, love.”

He caressed her upholstery, taking in the detailed lines and that fresh car smell that had never went away. Like a bottle of perfume, it had become her signature scent and one of Crowley’s most familiar comforts.

“Now that we got the mushy shit out of the way, I want you drive like you mean it. I’ll take care of the rest.” Crowley whined when the engine revved. “Good girl.”

Suddenly, the M-25 became barren. Not a car could be seen besides the Bentley, which gave her plenty of room to drive. Crowley knew he had to watch when her wheels screamed against the pavement. He lifted himself up behind the wheel once again, staring as she made the streetlights connect in a flurry. His chest tightened with delight seeing her so excited; so free. Crowley sat back and allowed her to guide him as he pleasured himself. She rumbled from under his grip on the gear shift, playing her music higher and higher until it flooded the enclosed space.

Crowley’s cock wept, leaking from the head as the Bentley turned around the bend of the road. The pounding of her mechanic heart was unbearably sexual. Her tires shrieking as she hit a hundred and ten threw the demon’s head back in pure ecstasy.

“Yes, baby, keep going, drive until I come,” Crowley whined.

The car would not disappoint. It was nearing its second loop when Crowley’s movements became flustered. They neared the exit to Mayfield.

“Almost there, Bentley,” he assured while giving the gear shift a few accompanying strokes. The car was already losing itself to the demands of her driver, but didn’t wish to stop, not when he was this close. She turned rubber into dust as Crowley screamed at the top of his lungs, working his hand to the point of agony. “Yes, yes! Fuck yes, I love you, baby!”

The driver came in a full body wave of pleasure. His hips bucked into the wheel, bringing the vehicle to swerve slightly, left and right. There had been the exit and the Bentley rushed into the softly lit road ahead; one that hadn’t been doused in tire tracks. A snap from Crowley’s thin fingers brought the traffic back to the highway once they were far, far away from the bustle of Central London. Both the demon and his car were exhausted, but it was mainly his prized antique that needed the break.

“Stunning work,” Crowley patted the wheel, then took it into his hands. The car radio wobbled, which was the best way of putting it. “Sorry, baby, I know you’re still sensitive. Let me get us home.”

And they drove off into the night, satisfied with one another as a man and his car.

[clairedelune-13]

A man-shaped being talking to their motor vehicle, holding a plant is ridiculously adorable. 🥺

[capinejghafa]

Tbh I think it's really nice that bentley listens to both his owners but also has to listen to crowley bc of loyalty. What a good car.

[queer-reader-07]

thinking about the fact that from a human’s perspective crowley is just some skinny middle aged goth dude with dyed red hair and a face tattoo who drives an almost hundred year old car to his complete opposite aesthetic boyfriend’s bookshop nearly every day. why? because he can, that’s why.

[diavalkitty]

[rumble-bee-art]

A 6000+ years old demon thinks he can mend his broken heart by driving to the stars. Fool

[rcreveal]

Paint Job

NanoMutt Prompt a day challenge Day 27: How you said I love you: A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

Crowley's a bit jealous about the Bentley's affection for Aziraphale and goes for a drive to prove his point.

“It’s my car!  Not our car! My car!”  Crowley stormed out of the Bookshop heading directly for the Bentley.  

Yellow pinstripes vanished before his eyes as he growled and wrenched open the door.

The window opened and travel sweets rained down onto the pavement just before the car peeled out, missing pedestrians by an even narrower margin than usual.

Queen played on the radio.

“Don’t even try to get around me that way, you,”  snarled Crowley at the Bentley.

His sunglasses had melted in the intensity of his anger so he fished around one-handed and not looking for a new pair from the dash only to find, when he shook them open, that he’d pulled out something with cream and tortoiseshell frames. 

Hissing, he dropped them.

“Is this how you want to represent yourself to the world? Huh? A quaint old jalopy too underpowered to be on the motorways?” Sneering, Crowley downshifts as he takes the slip road at over 100 mph. 

“When I bought you, you were the fastest thing on wheels,” he rumbles, pride starting to break through the anger, as they slalom around the slower vehicles: sedans, minivans, bah!

“Now you want to make silly honking noises to amuse little children?”

The rumble coming from under the hood now is low and dark and a challenge to anything that thinks it can take them.

A motorbike tries, but can’t handle the sudden appearance of spilled sand across the roadway.

The Bentley performs a perfect drift, gliding around the lorry, regaining traction and streaking into the distance.

Crowley got out of the Bentley to watch the sunset at Pordenack Point, south of Lands End, Cornwall blood still fizzing from the speed of the drive.  When he ambled back to the little carpark hands in pockets, he looked up as the last of the light illuminated the Bentley, caressing twining black and charcoal serpents gracing the hood and sides of the car over black flames with darkest red highlights she’d made just for him.

A grin bubbled up onto Crowley’s lips, and as he opened the car door to slide inside, he raised an eyebrow, taunting, “Show me what you’ve got, luv.”

[j4y-k4y]

aziracrow in the wild wild west 🌵

[idliketobeatree]

(gif)

i see no difference

[heohl-art]

SO MANY of you asked for it, so here it is✨ Crowley's version~😺🖤 (you're not ready for the ESSENTIALS down below🤭)

Introducing: Crowley (cat). I imagined him as a stray, who walks at your door after you adopted Azi and, suddenly, you find yourself with two cats in the house✨

Crowley's Essentials (other than Aziraphale)✨ he's very needy~~

ps. can we just take a moment to consider a potential future as a pet supplies designer? I mean, look at the BENTLEY.

✨

Should I draw more of them? let me know~~

[dismoondart]

children reconcile parents

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

Bentley in Furs

Good Omens Fanfiction

Crowley x The Bentley (yes, here we are again).

Best if you listen to The Velvet Underground: Femme Fatale, Venus in Furs, and Sunday Morning for full effect.

Nsfw MDNI: m@sturbation, dirty talk, descriptions of s€x, & a smitten 1926 Bentley.

“Did you miss me?” Crowley teased, “I bet you did!”

                Aziraphale blinked, peering between them, “I’m sure it did.”

                Crowley got into his Bentley that afternoon and drove until darkness fell. Country roads were always more peaceful than the city and national parks were always eerily private. The redhead parked near a circular patch of woods with a gorgeous view of the night sky above. This type of night called for something soft; something velvet. Bentley was good at reading the demon’s mind, always had been. Her radio replaced the standard Mozart CD with The Velvet Underground as Crowley got comfortable lounging along the front seats. He caressed her upholstery, smiling as she purred with delight.

                Being away from her for almost a week had been torture. Of course, he knew Aziraphale would treat her kindly, and he had, but he wasn’t her dearest master, Crowley. He knew how to soothe her sorrows with the gentle caress of her wheel, or with a kiss a top her roof.

                “What did he do to get you all worked up? Did he make you listen to classical? Perhaps he turned you an obscene shade of yellow…” Crowley cringed at the thought, “my sweet baby, you won’t have to sacrifice your rock and roll soul ever again- I’ll be sure of that. Aziraphale better start enjoying train stations.” 

                The Bentley began playing a tune.

See the way she walks.

                Crowley bit his bottom lip, slowly untying his tie and removing his jacket before slinging it over the back seat. The Bentley’s volume increased.

‘Cause everybody knows

the thing she does to me.

                A careful hand glided down the front of his chest and down to the zipper of his pants where thin fingers began to pull at the metal bonding.

she’s just a little tease…

                This time, he blushed red. He pulled down his trousers to reveal a fully soaked patch of crimson. It was difficult getting a cock to fit in those exquisitely snug jeans, but a vulva made it far less painful to walk around with. That had been especially true since he had to run around the book shop after Jim- the moron. He was pleased with this moment of peace away from the shop, spending time with his Bentley.

                His fingers worked into the accumulating slick. A sultry combination of wet fiddling and soft mewls filled his car the further he sank into his velvet underground. The Bentley’s gear had been placed in ‘park’ but they both knew she could hold her place in any position. With that in mind, she switched to the gear closest to Crowley and began shaking her gearstick. He blinked away his personal pleasure to analyze her request, unsure what she needed, but realized very quickly how glossy the gear shift was becoming. The demon grinned and knelt between the front seats, exposing himself to the darkness behind him.

                “Somebody want a wee blowie?” Crowley cackled before licking a stripe up her leather stick.

                The way her engine roared in appreciation sent more arousal streaming into the demon’s black pair of panties. He shoved them out of the way to massage the tip of his sex, moaning around a mouthful of hand sewn, black leather. Crowley bobbed his head carefully, savoring the mouth numbing sensation of Bentley’s chemical precum. Two fingers glided easily into his weeping hole and began rubbing at the tender flesh within. It was starting to become warm within the car, causing the windows to steam over. Crowley had taken most of the stick into his mouth and tried his best to get it down his throat, but this was not the same as a human cock. It was a tad too stiff, but his Bentley didn’t seem to care.

                She was revving; begging for something rougher than the angel’s touch. Fuck the travel sweets, honky horn, and the yellow rims Aziraphale dared color her wheels. Bentley wasn’t a fluff wagon, no; she was a mechanical mistress aimed to please her demonic master.

                       Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you.

                      Strike, dear mistress, cure his heart.

                He pumped at himself harder, faster, until his hand was soaked. The Bentley hadn’t been far behind him as her radio wobbled violently. Cowley’s mouth grew tired and he switched to pumping the gearshift until the car gave a loud, shrill scream over the surrounding speakers. Bubbling liquid burned the demon’s hand as it came fizzing from the leather stick and out the CD player. Seeing her pleasure unfold brought Crowley to his own release, screaming and gyrating his hips into the sensation of his own fingers. He had left a large stain in his jeans, but didn’t care to remove them; after all, the Bentley loved to cuddle after sex.

                “Fucking amazing work, Bentley,” Crowley said breathlessly and shifted to lay on his back. “Play us a song to nap to sweets, then I’ll take us home Sunday morning.”

                And she had.

                                Sunday morning, brings the dawning.

                                                It’s just a restless feeling by my side.

                                                                Early dawning, Sunday morning.

[actual-changeling]

i've seen this with so many characters at this point but i just had to include her, she deserves to be seen

[carowleysposts]

Crowley looking at Aziraphale, a compilation.

Since I am always seeing posts about how lovingly (and lustfully) Aziraphale looks at Crowley, I decided to offer you the other perspective. Here are my favorite “Crowley staring at the love of his life” moments.

1- In the Beginning. Love at second sight, one might say.

2- Wishing he was the fork.

3- It’s the softness of this one for me.

4- This one makes me blush every time, he was ready to jump on him.

5- The “I knew you would do the right thing, you really are special” look. Bildaddy serving love and trust!

6- The “If we are both Godfathers together, does that mean we’re married?” look.

7- May I tempt you to lunch? (He is so flirty here I could die)!!!

8- Bro wasn’t paying attention to the play.

9- To the world, but also, to us.

10- The last time he smiles.

[xgermankittycatx--commsopen]

someone asked for a continuation, so you're getting one!! :D DESIGN HEAVILY INSPIRED BY @pien-art

original thingy:

[livhowlett]

Everyone talks about The Bentley alot. About their personality, what role they'll play in S3, ect.

But I haven't seen anyone mention The Bookshop.

And I hope The Bookshop will be left alone in S3

She got burnt down in S1

And in S2 she got invaded

AND her owner left

In S3, I want Crowley and Muriel take good care of her, and nothing bad to happens. Poor Bookshop needs a break!