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...
Edit: For more smutty humor and humorous smut recs, click HERE !
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?
Click HERE and HERE for parts 1 and 2. Let me tell you, there are some real bangers here in part 3. We're all gonna have a great time.
Under the cut: Twelve Terrific Tales To Tickle Your Funny Bone and maybe also your regular bone too oh my GOD who would say something like that
Too Hot for Heavenly Handling by @hollybennett123
“Those were tasteful nudes,” Aziraphale says sharply. Really, now. The rest he can just about tolerate, but this is getting quite silly. When he glances at Crowley, he finds him looking over at him in the besotted sort of way he tends to whenever Aziraphale is getting feisty. “Surely the Almighty would allow,” Aziraphale goes on, “or indeed encourage us to celebrate the glory of the design — ”
“You have been using the Heavenly-issued telephones to send lewd photographs to one another?” Uriel interrupts. “The phones you were issued aren’t equipped with an image-taking function.”
“Ah,” Aziraphale says.
(Crowley says yes to Heaven. He and Aziraphale enjoy three fornication-filled weeks there before they’re banished for good.)
The Angel Line by FancyTrinkets
The one in which Aziraphale purchases and listens to a pornographic audiobook that just so happens to be narrated by Crowley.
Aziraphale cringed and covered his face. This was going to be awful, and also thrilling, and he wasn't sure what he ought to be feeling about it, but there was a definite sense of vicarious shame.
Booty Call by emmagrant01
“It’s called a ‘butt dial,’ Angel. A ‘booty call’ is something else.”
Heaven on Wheels by @copperplatebeech
“You bought a Scoopy.”
“I did – it’s small and maneuverable, but plenty of room for you behind me – you’d just have to hang on tight, the way the Sergeant hung on to me and Mrs. Potts.”
The Scoopy was detestably cute, and had a sparkling clearcoat finish in a limpid sea-blue, with beige upholstery and white accents, because of course it did.
“I’ve named her Veronica, after the little blue flower. It took just the tiniest miracle to upgrade her engine capacity so that she’ll be legal on the motorway. Hello, dear. This is my friend Crowley. He’s ever so eager to hop on.”
Full Load by NaroMoreau, summerofspock
Crowley gets stuck in a washing machine. Aziraphale helps him get free.
Coitus Interruptus with Paperwork by mountagrue
The one where Azira Fell (directly onto Crowley's dick, did not pass go, did not fill out the appropriate forms).
Just Your Garden Variety Kink by Mrs_Cake_Is_Here, polychrome
Crowley knows to treat his garden with a good firm hand, but when it comes to his angel, he’s as soft as pussywillow. And it’s driving Aziraphale barmy.
If only there was some way to channel some of that discipline *his* way!
There’s only one option for it, really: Aziraphale will just have to prove to Crowley that he’s the naughtiest, dirtiest flower of all…
For a Good Time, Call by seashadows
Three rings. Four. Seven, and then “Hello?”
“Hello, sssssweetheart,” Crowley said. “How would you like my long, slithery tongue up your tight little –“
Then it hit him: he knew that voice.
Dear. Fucking. Satan.
(Sometime in the depths of the 1990s, Hell tasks Crowley with spreading lust. As usual, he makes as little effort as he can, but gets a heaven of a lot more than he bargained for.)
all roads by @quitequaintrelle
All the muscles in Crowley’s good-for-nothing, backstabbing corporation are straining with effort— No, not effort, he can't think about efforts, certainly can't think about Aziraphale's—
“You know, I think this colour suits me. I really don’t see why the use of Tyrian purple is so restricted,” Aziraphale sulks, balancing on his right foot and wiggling the toes of his left in the air. He does brace himself on Crowley this time, his fingers clamping down on Crowley's shoulder.
Leave it to Aziraphale to complain about sumptuary laws when Crowley is having a crisis.
Crowley has a very normal time grape-stomping with Aziraphale.
Honest Angel by @twilightcitysky
“That’s why you decided to drive a scooter to the Downs? You wanted to break laws?”
“I planned to trespass, too,” Aziraphale said conspiratorially. “Mr. Haverford’s estate has a lovely view of the ocean.”
Crowley burst out laughing. He couldn’t help it. But Aziraphale blushed and looked twitchy. “I suppose it would seem funny to you,” he muttered.
“It’s just… angel, you like being the good one.” He ought to, he’d lorded it over Crowley often enough.
“I can do unexpected things.” Aziraphale turned to face him. His expression was a strange mix of contemplation and terror: a first-time parachute jumper looking out the open door of the plane.
“I know that, but you don’t–”
“And I can go fast,” Aziraphale said. His eyes dropped to Crowley’s lips.
Crowley’s stomach swooped. “Angel–”
“I can break rules,” Aziraphale whispered. “Especially the ones that don’t make sense anymore.”
The Talk by @sakascal
It has become increasingly clear that Crowley needs to have a serious talk with the Bentley. Crowley is taking Aziraphale to the Ritz, so it has to happen now.
Not My Fault Chapter Two: Awesome Sauce by MrsNoggin
I'm sorry. So sorry. More crackfic prompt stuff.
Special mention goes out to Englandwouldfall for a conversation we had many a moon ago about demon ejaculate and sauce.
Tagging @mouthfulofplanets and @comicgeekery per their request- hope you enjoy!!
oh my god I just saw the cutest thing in the world. little Black girl with beads in her hair for the first day of school and the beads were pink then silver then a bunch of yellow then beige then grey to make them look like pencils 🥺🥺🥺 brb I will draw an artist’s rendition
Lucy Liu shares a heartfelt memory of learning to speak english by watching Sesame Street and finding a family within the cast. Share your favorite Sesame Street memory on social media with #ThisIsMyStreet!
I was five years old when Sesame Street first aired in 1969. I remember coming home from kindergarten and watching the show in the afternoon, and then, the next day, kids talking about what Oscar had said over snack time (he was the first character for children I saw that was allowed to be grouchy and not be “bad”).
Sesame Street celebrated a neighborhood that was multiracial and multicultural. When I was in preschool, that was my reality, too. Though I did and still do have a lot of cultural racism to unlearn, the extent to which I was able to learn how to be friends and neighbors with a diverse peer group was supported by Sesame Street. To be clear, this is why conservatives have wanted to destroy it from the beginning.
The Mississippi State Commission for Educational Television briefly banned Sesame Street in 1970 with the flimsy excuse that Mississippians weren’t ready to see racially integrated neighborhoods. And that happened in a few other Southern states, including one where the owner of a local NBC affiliate chose to air it, for free, no ad revenue, because he thought people were ready for it — or needed to get comfortable with it. And these state ETV commissions eventually relented after getting a lot of negative publicity.
"This fic is literally just porn, why do you care about the quality of the editing" unfortunately, both my brain and my dick have strong opinions about verb tenses.
I think Rocky named Grace ‘Dumbass’ or ‘Idiot’ or something and then just never changed it. Then when they get to Erid he’s so used to calling his alien friend ‘Shithead Moron’ that when he introduces him to a large crowd they’re all like ‘woah man what the fuck’ and ‘that’s not nice!’ and ‘you can’t say that bro that’s too mean’ and Rocky has to awkwardly explain to Grace why they’re upset. Grace, who is now very familiar with Rocky’s standard vocabulary, laughs until he is crying on the floor and can’t breath, which makes all the other Eridians panic while Rocky stands there yelling at Grace that it’s not that funny asshole.
TV good omens 2 2500 BC Land of UZ Aziraphale and Bildad Crowley rushing to the Angels rewarding Job. (Aziraphale is carrying 3 rib bones and looking like he's having a hard time running and keeping up with Crowley who is running, sandals and robes flapping and carrying a pot with the 3 kids turned into geckos. One gecko is crying, one hasn't caught up and Jermima blue gecko is having the time of her life. Crowley has one hand hitching his robes up to run better. He looks frazzled.