My cat Nosse had tooth surgery, and had a very strong reaction to the drugs given so he was high as a kite for a lot longer than expected. Apparently he was so desperately cuddly for people that they put him around the neck of one of the nurses doing paperwork, and he just hung there for an hour, purring like a chainsaw, drooling on her shoulder.
So in my quest to read every word of smutty humor and humorous smut that this fandom has to offer, I've come across several fics that just don't seem to be as well known as I think they should be (because I freaking love them <3 ). So here they are! Criteria for inclusion are 1) Relatively not-new (2025 or older), 2) 200 kudos or less (a crime), and 3) Amazing.
Under the cut because it's kind of a long list...
Claim Your Desires by @dbacklot99
Crowley's plans for a perfect romantic anniversary dinner go out the window when they accidentally bring home some haunted sex toys. How ever will our heroes cope?
Aziraphale’s eyes lit up. “We simply need to have the hottest, most intense sex of our lives,” he pulled Crowley to him and started unbuttoning his shirt and vest, “before a horde of possessed sex toys break down the door!"
A Receptive Body by Anonymous
(Aziraphale possesses Crowley before they leave for Tadfield, and Crowley has some physical reactions to having Aziraphale inside his body. Aziraphale suggests a solution.)
“Well, with two minds, and two hands, we can multitask. You could focus on driving, while I…take care of things.”
It was lucky the road was empty and straight, because Crowley’s brain stopped working. Aziraphale—Was Aziraphale suggesting that he get Crowley off? And how the fuck was he meant to focus on driving while that happened?
“Or you could do the honors,” Aziraphale added hurriedly. “If you wouldn’t mind me driving your car for a bit.”
As though the important thing was who was driving the car.
Thoughts From The Other Head by Savyl
So the old saying goes "Men think with their cocks." But what if a demon's cock was capable of its own thoughts?
something's up in the downs by berkeleycottage
Every evening, Mrs. Florence Robinson’s bedside reading lamp would flicker in a steady rhythm for about an hour or so. Most mornings and the occasional afternoon, too, when she was home to notice. That was just the start of a list of peculiar phenomena, and the only common factor to them all was that they began around the time her new neighbours came to Peacehaven…
Pineapple by UselessWhiteCrayon
Aziraphale receives some kinky advice involving pineapples he is eager to put into practice ... too bad the instructions were unclear.
sobering up by @sharkiegorath
“Bring it back, please."
Crowley sneaked a kiss. "All right, all right…"
It was just applied logic and a dint in metaphysics, barely a proper miracle. Everything had to go somewhere.
The Social Importance of Football by @hermiola
“What the fuck is this?” Crowley snarls (he’s not a saint, alright?), which does approximately nothing to dim Aziraphale’s unabashed joy.
“It’s a stadium! Very different from the ones we saw back in Greece, a lot less nudity for one, but–”
“Yes, it’s a bloody stadium alright,” he interrupts, not exactly in the mood for a walk down memory lane, especially if it gets between him and the steamy, sweat-induced afternoon he had envisioned for himself and the angel. He could have been naked right now, why is life so bloody unfair? “But what the hell are we doing here?”
“We’re seeing a show!” Aziraphale exclaims, all twinkling eyes and wiggling shoulders. “I got us tickets, Claire said–”
For the record, Claire is also on track to win himself a one-way ticket to a far away galaxy of his own choosing. “It’s not a show, it’s a football match.”
Aziraphale’s eyebrows knit in confusion. “Well, doesn’t it count as a show?”
*
Or, Aziraphale drags Crowley to a football match. Very normal things happen.
A Snow Job Cock-Up by @lemon-tart-221
Aziraphale wishes for a romantic snowfall and Crowley obliges -- except he cocks up his weather miracle.
How to Smite a Demon in a God Honouring Way by Slurpi13
Former priest and current Oxford Senior Research Fellow Dr. A. Z. Fell must recover a precious artefact to appease the college and continue to have his quite expensive and entirely necessary bottles of wine, large glasses of sherry, and countless cups of tea funded on his excursions across the globe. Though his apprehension toward the final unexplored chamber of the temple had more to do with the chance of getting his beloved trousers wet rather than the hysterical warnings from the locals concerning demonic spirits, it was his last chance. Now, if he could just muster up the strength to bear the indignity of wearing shorts…
Paint it Deep Aubergine by @harlotofupdog, @paperclipninja
“You did what?”
“I submitted an expression of interest for us to be on the next season of Fabulous Flips and we have been accepted!” Aziraphale responds gleefully.
aka: Aziraphale and Crowley are contestants on a home renovation show and things get a little out of hand.
Sensors and Sensibility by Mrs_Cake_Is_Here, polychrome
Despite Crowley shooting a little too fast and furious, he and Aziraphale have had a steamy first year.
Soho, on the other hand, is miserable.
Turns out, paranormal coitus has the uncanny ability to interfere with the Internet of Things, playing havoc with smart things throughout the neighbourhood.
In an attempt to solve the “celestial sex problem,” Nina floats the idea of a romantic dinner somewhere far away, selling it as the ideal remedy to boost Crowley’s mojo.
The question is, will some delayed gratification improve their sex lives—and can they keep it in their pants long enough to find out?
I feel so insane about ai. I've had face-to-face conversations with people who use it for therapy, who use it to calculate the safety of pill interactions, who use it for all their emails and grant applications and legal documents and academic papers and finance sheets and for every single question they have about the world, and if you tell them about the ecological costs they just laugh and say "I guess I've used a lot of water." and I've been in multiple gatherings of 10+ people where I'm THE ONLY PERSON who doesn't use chatgpt. it's turning me into a ranting raving pariah, because how don't you people see??? why don't you understand??????? this bullshit didn't exist five years ago, you absolutely do not need it, and it is destroying everything
my friend just had an art show and they were communicating with the gallerist over email. They could clearly tell that the gallerist was using AI to respond to their emails, but just rolled their eyes and moved on.
and then on the day of the show, my friend asks, "where is the camera I requested?"
gallerist: "you didn't request a camera"
my friend: "I did, and you confirmed that you would have one here."
gallerist: "that isn't true."
and then she proceeded to pull up the email thread, and my friend could see that every single email they had sent had been summarized by AI, and that the gallerist had then had AI write a response to them based on the AI summary, and that the AI had detected that they needed a camera, and confirmed on behalf of the gallerist that they would bring a camera, but because the gallerist had offloaded the work of actually reading and responding, she simply hadn't actually made any note of it herself, therefore didn't bring it, nor did she even know one was needed.
so my friend had done all of this communication about their needs and expectations to be able to make the show possible, and the person whose job it was to read that information and get it done had simply.... not read the information and not done it. because AI.
there are a lot of Extremely Married moments in good omens, but I maintain that the Most Married moment is when crowley says out of nowhere, “ducks! they’re what water slides off.” and aziraphale heaves a deeply put-upon sigh and says, “….just drive the car.”
a close runner up is when Aziraphale wants to do magic at Warlock’s birthday party and Crowley just goes, “Make you disappear”, and Aziraphale’s not put out in the slightest
if you can’t fix it you’ve got to stand it being the last line of the brokeback mountain novella is so crazy it makes me feel like my guts are falling out. if you can’t fix it you’ve got to stand it. jesus fucking christ
I think the Book of Job minisode is everything that Good Omens should be.
- Religious satire/commentary (the absurdity regarding the bet with Job, the archangels being generally clueless, the deconstruction of how to-the-letter you need to be with following the laws of religion)
- Genuinely funny (Ty Tennant having like 3 minutes of screen time and out-fruiting his dad, Jemima and her pot and wanting to be turned into a salamander, Bildad the Shuhite and all that that entails)
- an emotional, character-driven core (Aziraphale learning the limits of his own morality, the discussion of the role good and evil play in events and how each is perceived when done by different parties, learning just how similar Aziraphale and Crowley are as it pertains to personal desires (which we as the viewer know, but chronologically it’s one of the first times they connect like they do)
And of course
- the undertones (Crowley tempting Aziraphale into eating which, with the way Aziraphale devours that meat, has zero chance of not being a metaphor for some kind of physical relationship; the nature of being just a little bit different than your peers, and how that affects your views of yourself; and the purely humanistic, just-this-once-everybody-lives kind of narrative that emphasizes the importance and power of familial and interpersonal relationships)
💯 The Companion to Owls minisode was the best part of season 2. If it had been all we had gotten for season 2, I would still have been very happy.
The book of Job is both horrific and poetic. More GO fans should read it. Finnemore's take was brilliant.
Designs are still a work in progress, I want to incorporate more snake elements in crowley's design (Ver. 1 doesn't even match what I did in the illustration lol, I'll make a reference sheet eventually)
can we send up a quick thank you to pdf uploaders, torrent seeders, copy sharers, scanlators, fansubbers, digitizers, paywall dodgers, and various other internet archivers for making niche art and information more accessible in a media landscape where all but the most profitable mainstream are often tossed aside and left to rot
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