#crowley's whipped

[aziraphalalala]

I was watching GO season 2 with two friends who saw it for the first time. When this scene rolled in, they both laughed and said Crowley's so whipped".

We know. He loves it.

[bipolargreen]

It’s a pretty damn good impression though, gotta say 😏

[azfellschild]

Good and Evil wrestling, with Evil triumphing

bit different from my latest work but something in me told me i needed to draw this

[halemerry]

Okay but like Aziraphale asking Crowley for things isn't just for Aziraphale. In fact it's often something Aziraphale does for Crowley. If Aziraphale asks, even wordlessly, this creates a scenario where Crowley is allowed to do something nice for someone while being allowed to hide it behind the context of an eye roll or an if you insist. It puts a degree of removal between Crowley and the act itself that makes it easier and safer for him to do. Crowley likes to do nice things. Aziraphale knows this. Just like Crowley knows Aziraphale likes to be cared for. They've stumbled this way into this mutually beneficial act where Aziraphale gets to indulge in being indulged and Crowley gets to indulge in doing the indulging - which are both things they do not normally get to indulge in - because they're complimentary even in this.

Asking the being that just quoted poetry at you to save this dying play you're both watching. Creating scenarios for him to rescue you when you know he loves the chance to get to save someone for once. Letting him drive you both around in his fancy new machine he's so delightfully proud of even though you got a license the same year he got the car. Asking him to remove a stain so he can act like you're the dramatic one while taking all the joy in theatrically removing it for you. They're all acts of mutual care and love. Because they're both so hopelessly smitten with another they can't help themselves from indulging the other.

[egophiliac]

CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS

there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head

I don't know why I decided to draw it this way

[viperinz]

currently obsessed with the small smiles crowley threw aziraphale's way in 1941 while aziraphale was being such a girlfailure with magic

[soapeca]

good evening i offer you them :)

original post under the cut

[kenchann]

congrats headmage lol welcome back whip of love

[crowlixcx]

[ineffablesheets]

Oh nothing just soldiers and their super model boyfriends

[thombtak]

Can we talk about how anthony “are you a book seller too? Not at gun point” J Crowley as soon as aziraphale left to go on his detective thing and took his car caved IMMEDIATELY when asked to run the bookshop. And did so for SEVERAL days?

[skyrigel]

Ineffable “He manplains you, i malewife him” husbands.

[shady-the-simp]

Hi can you write an established relationship with Crowley from Good Omens and they’re just waking up together, maybe they had just had their first time the night before so some teasing or something but mainly fluffy and preferably female reader but gn reader is fine too

Good Morning

Crowley x Fem!Reader

A/N: I decided to change it up from them waking up together to something I thought would be cuter. I hope you enjoy! <3

Word count: 251

Warnings: Fluff, all the fluff, a lil mention of smut, Crowley being a little shit but we love him anyways, kinda short sorry, not proofread, anything I missed

You sat up and rubbed the blur from your eyes and looked beside you. Nothing. That’s weird, Crowley was usually right beside you with a kiss when you woke up. You put on your underwear and one of his button-ups that you loved so much as you wandered downstairs.

“Crowley?” You called out into the seemingly empty flat.

“Kitchen, love!” You heard him singing along to some Queen song after calling down to you. You waltzed into the kitchen and saw him in just his boxers and a “kiss the cook” apron, cooking something that smelt amazing.

“Ah! Just in time, darling! Here, have a taste,” He grabbed a spoonful of something out of a pot and blew on it slightly before bringing it to your mouth. Holy shit. He can fuck, and he can cook. What a catch.

“Holy fuck, this is good. How are you so perfect?” He laughed and kissed you softly before bringing you to his chest and holding you tightly.

“So, how was last night? Was my cock good enough for you?” He emphasized the word “cock” with a teasing thrust of his hips to your backside. You gasped softly and giggled and turned around.

“Yes, you perv. You were perfect,” You placed a kiss to his mouth and he smiled against you “I love you, Crow.”

“I love you too, darling. Now,” He slapped your ass before walking into the dining room with you. “Shall we eat?”

Fuck, you’d do anything for that man.

[certifiablyinsanez]

I’ve already touched on this but I can go into greater detail (AND I WILL):

Crowley is a bitch ass liar and God of Simps, you CANNOT tell me he didn’t set nearly everything up in 1941 to have the most memorable date with his angel. He saves Azi at the church and says “lift home?” Where do they go next??? Not the bookshop. Dastardly demon had ZERO intention of bringing Aziraphale straight home after the church. He takes Aziraphale to the theater, which he know he loves. You will NOT convince me that he picked up that massive suitcase of smashed liquor and didn’t notice the contents were destroyed? He didn’t hear the broken glass? He displays it to Mrs. H and let’s himself be chewed out instead of playing it off. He could’ve easily been like, “Sorry Mrs. H, I’ve got more in the trunk, be right back”, leave the room with the suitcase, miracle the liquor to be fixed and come back. Nope. He let himself stand there like a helpless puppy while Mrs. H went on a rant. I’d also bet my kneecaps that the magician for the show that night was arrested through a bit of ✨demonic intervention✨. And again, I WILL NOT BE PERSUADED OTHERWISE that Crowley didn’t influence Mrs. H to let Aziraphale perform. Because there is NOT A CHANCE ON GODS GREEN EARTH that that cantankerous woman saw this random man pull out a hanky and wave it around talking about “pReStiDigiTatiOn” and by her own volition went “yes this man is a perfect replacement, he is clearly an expert”. Then later at the bookshop he’s all “thanks for getting me off the hook ☺️👉🏻👈🏻” like Crowley 100% liked being the damsel in distress this time. I swear this little snake was making everything as convoluted as possible just to keep the night going. He sits down, legs in different time zones, and opens his jacket, performing what I call a Victorian strip tease, his eyes peering over his shades while he praises his angel. Grumpy little demon unable to hide his smile while his Aziraphale commits acts of great silliness. I KNOW he felt on top of the world until his goofy angel asked him to shoot him in the face. 🥲

Crowley you are so whipped sweetheart we see right through you. ❤️❤️❤️

[procrastiel]

I love y’all very much, but I need to know: do you really think Aziraphale is the dominant partner in this relationship? The angel who literally went ‘toot-toot’ when he sounded the Bentley’s horn?

[ourtubahero-blog]

Aziraphale and Crowley every time they meet: