#Good omens fic rec

[ineffableclassics]

In the beginning of the sixteenth century, Aziraphale and Crowley converge on a monastery in northern England, each on an assignment as an undercover priest.

Or, on the nature of miracles, love, and forgiveness.

“Give it a try.”

“What?”

“Confess to me.” His voice was low and sweet.

“What - I - confess what?” Aziraphale said, and laughed nervously. “I have nothing to confess. Certainly not to you.”

“Well, how about drinking in the confessional? Start small.”

“What - I - you tricked me into doing that!”

“I thought angels couldn’t be tricked.”

“Tempted,” Aziraphale said, absent-mindedly. “Angels can’t be tempted. Alright, fine. Yes, I confess to - to drinking in the confessional. Give me that,” he said, reaching over into Crowley’s side and wrenching the bottle out of his hand. He drank, and tucked the bottle between his thighs, daring Crowley to say something.

“See?” Crowley said. “S’easy once you start. Go on then, what else?”

Words: 25,831

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen and Up

@may--hawk

[adverbian]

Hey excuse me respectfully WHAT THE FUCK

I have taken 1 million psychic damage, thank you

New Good Omens fic...

Crying's Not For Me

Rating: Explicit (Please read the tags!)

Chapter: 1/2

Excerpt:

Gabriel grabs both of Crowley's wrists. It takes him a few tries—at least Crowley can say that much for his own self-defense skills—before he forces them back onto the bed. He holds them on either side of Crowley’s head, breathing on Crowley’s face, his deep violet eyes raking over Crowley's own. He licks his lips, the upper, the lower. 

And then suddenly, he lets go.

“That’s right,” Gabriel says, the words softly thunderous. “Hit me again.”

Read on AO3

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Who ordered Crowley/Gabriel whump? No one? Oh well, here's some anyway! Read the tags and enjoy (or, you know, come cry at me).

There will be two chapters total, the second featuring Aziraphale. Chapter 2 will be posted in a couple of days (gotta do that last read-through so I can edit things that I've already changed 5 times...).

[mrghostrat]

ARE YOU READING LONDON LIBRARIES & LOVE??

my bestie @thewolveswolf's wonderful enemies-to-lovers teacher AU, where each chapter alternates between present day and the year before. u'll never guess how many beds there are.

He was startled out of these thoughts by Crowley, who blearily lifted his head. “Tell me we can sleep another half hour?” He rasped out. Crowley’s hand did not move. Aziraphale glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Twenty minutes.” Aziraphale whispered. “You really are an angel.” Crowley mumbled sleepily. Aziraphale hummed and then decided in a flash of bravery to rest his hand on top of Crowley’s. Almost instantly Crowley loosely linked their fingers together and Aziraphale couldn’t help but smile as he closed his eyes. 

[moonyinpisces]

Crowley makes passes and Aziraphale sinks holes. No, no, it's a Summer Olympics AU.

🏅 STROKE PLAY ->

[quona]

A Place to Call Home --- --- ---

This piece was commissioned by my dear friend @tawnyontumblr for HER dear friend @saretton to accompany a WONDERFUL fic that Tawny wrote for Saretton's birthday!

The fic is A Place to Call Home (Explicit, on AO3), a Human AU set in the Late Victorian/1890s and featuring Portrait Painter!Aziraphale and Stage Actor!Crowley as his artistic muse. I am in love with this concept.

Crowley's voice was almost too soft to hear. It nearly faded amidst the sweep of Aziraphale’s brush over canvas, the carriage rattling past outside—another layer of stimuli amidst the light, and the smell of linseed oil and turpentine. The way the fabric Crowley wore hissed gently over his skin as he slowly, minutely shifted position and then moved back.

He half sat half reclined on a Louis XVI armchair that Aziraphale had picked up in an estate sale. His legs were crossed, and the emerald banyan, embroidered with gold, slid from one shoulder. Aziraphale had been staring at that curve of lightly freckled skin while he'd been mixing rose madder and Chinese white, letting the brush sweep over the damp canvas as he sought to give voice to the hunger he felt.

The idea here was for me to paint the portrait of Crowley that Aziraphale is painting in the story.

Tawny asked me to paint with John Singer Sargent vibes, who is quite possibly my favorite artist of all time, and one of, if not the greatest, portrait painters of the 19th century. It's quite a tall order to try to imitate his style, so I settled for something Sargentesque! She also specified that "I want I am both painting and fucking him vibes. Intimate. That's the word." And I hope I delivered.

@goodomensafterdark Ya'll need to go read this fic its hot af.

I post all of my work, including the really filthy shit, full-sized WIPs, tutorials, comics, exclusive pieces, and more on my on my Patreon

A print of this piece will be up in my print shop on INPRNT!

[slurpi13]

That's meeeee! What a great way to start my writing retreat week.

Greetings! I have just come across your library and was ecstatic to find that you can help us find good omen fics!

I was wondering if you have any adult omens that have Azierphale and Crowley- ahem - going at it in the Bently?

Thank you so much for your work and help, and hope you are having a wonderful evening!

Hello! We have some sex in the bentley fics here, and I've got more now...

Sex, Cars, and Rock and Roll by pilatesandpinot (E)

Crowley propositions Aziraphale to come to the disco with him for a night of dancing and tempting. However, in the Bentley, Aziraphale has his own proposition, about 30 years in the making, and the pair gets carried away in the demon’s Bentley.

Thank Heaven for Naughty Angels by HumoringHolly, Orth (E)

Things take an unexpected turn on the lovers' drive to their dinner reservation at the Ritz.

Having a Good Time by zerodaryls (E)

Aziraphale is squirming in his seat. He’s squirming in his seat because Crowley is driving the Bentley, and Aziraphale also happens to be in the Bentley, and when those two things occur at once, Aziraphale tends to get a little nervous. He’s also squirming because Crowley smells really nice and his hair is done up just so and he keeps saying ridiculous things and cackling at himself and Aziraphale really wants to climb into his lap and rut against him until he comes. That might actually be the root cause of the squirming.

Gratuitous sex in the Bentley. Awwww yisssss.

their safest place by luciferfemme (E)

In September of 1933 a black Bentley rolls off the factory line and is purchased by a mysterious stranger in black. With a touch of demonic magic, the Bentley proves to be the safest place for them to hide from the world and share their love in secret.

Fulfilling a Demon's Fancies by Slurpi13 (E)

Satisfying Aziraphale’s whims was what Crowley preferred, regardless of the form it took. Never had he permitted himself to dream anything of the sort, much less his new reality of living with no responsibilities other than tending to his plants in the garden and doting on his angel as much as he’d like. Crowley had long existed if only for the chance to feel the warm glow of the angel’s happiness embracing him. That was not what Aziraphale was asking. (OR: Crowley wishes for nothing more than to please his angel. Aziraphale wants a turn at indulging Crowley. Sex in the Bentley has long been the demon’s secret fantasy.)

Four Speed Manual Transmission by DoonaRose (E)

The second coming thwarted, Crowley and Aziraphale head off in the Bentley towards the South Downs. But after six thousand years of waiting, and now suddenly not having to, Crowley can't stop looking at him. When he discovers he can touch Aziraphale as well, laying a testing hand against his thigh, it becomes inevitable that they don't quite make it all the way to the cottage before having to touch each other quite a lot more. First time hand jobs in the Bentley, parked in a quiet lane in the countryside.

- Mod D

[itsscottiesstark]

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Fanfiction consists of an enormous collection of genres, and smut is merely one tiny portion of it. The best fics I've read have little to no sex scenes, but those that do are brilliantly written and actually of high quality. All forms of fanfiction are works of art and judging it solely based on misconceptions and rumors is unacceptable.

That being said- here's two fics (WIPs as of the time I'm writing this) that have delicious (and almost exclusively) kinky times I highly recommend:

Undercover, by @captainblou and @eybefioro. Simply wonderful. Post s2. Pince of Hell Crowley. Supreme Archangel Aziraphale. Elevators. Cosplays. Pencils.

Cranking up the heat, by @vavoom-sorted-art. Ever heard of "a picture equals a thousand words"? Well, there's 22 pictures (again, as of today) AND almost 4k words. Mind blowing stuff. Insatiable Aziraphale. Wow. A lil preview:

[fellshish]

This good omens fic told entirely through yelp reviews is GOLD pls go immediately read it if you need a laugh

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Part 1/3 fanart of the latest chapters of @alphacentaurinebula's wonderful fic You're The Bad Guys which has bewitched me body and soul and most of all compelled me to make so. Much. Art.

First up: Aziraphale and a very special mix tape.

[crowleyholmes]

"Quisquis Amat"

My second piece for @olfactoryventriloquism's lovely fic for the @go-minisode-minibang which you can find here on tumblr and over on AO3 <3

[nosferatini]

Our Homeward Steps Were Just As Light [PODFIC]

A podfic gift for @outrageousring5655 from @goodomensafterdark! Happy belated bday Ring, you absolute treasure of the podfic community! ❤️

Based on this absolute gem of a fic by @on1occasionfork, and featuring the most darling art gifted by @daneecastle (support Danee on her patreon!)

Also as a side bonus (both because it is a special day for ring and because it’s such a cherished fic), this is my 100th work posted to AO3! 😍

50 Minutes | Rated T

🎧Listen Here!🎧

Summary:

She flipped to the paperwork for the new gentleman, a Mr. A. Z. Fell. He was a retired literature professor, it seemed. He was slated to be in the room next to — oh, this could be a problem — Anthony.

If you like the pod, throw love at Fork’s original work too!

[ineffableclassics]

There are a lot of downsides to being a snake, the rather uncomfortable, painful, and distressing process of shedding skin is one of them. Crowley tries to deal with it on his own just as he had been doing for the past six millenia, but unlike the last thousands of years, he is not alone anymore, and Aziraphale isn't going to let Crowley struggle through anything on his own.

Words: 14,886

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen And Up

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Pray For Us, Icarus a Good Omens Fanfiction Series by Atalan

For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

Read the series here and check out my rec here

[corwly]

hey hey so hey u should read smth uhhh this

it's so fucking lit

JFKSKENEBDIEJ @fellshish THIS GOT ME CACKLING EDGE OF MY SEAT TYPE SHIT OMG

[mrghostrat]

GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

litany in which certain things are crossed out by ayes

[moonyinpisces]

hi! what are, in your opinion, must-read go fics?

OMG this is the worst thing to ask me, i love to yap about good omens fics like i'm teaching a literature class. i'm so thrilled to have this opportunity, here is my good omens required reading list:

Lie Back and Think of Dinner by jessthereckless (M, 11k) - THE looney tunes sex fic. every time they're intimate, natural disasters happen. it's part of a series, but but this first fic is REQUIRED!! love it, i'll never think of golden syrup the same way ;-) An Angelic Disposition by iamtheenemy (E, 3k) - established relationship, aziraphale uses every tool in his disposal to give crowley what he wants (despite crowley so dedicated to service topping), and it overwhelms him. MUST READ!! you’re not a religious person (but) by isozyme (M, 20k) - very true to the spirit of the show and their eternal refusal to communicate while desperately wanting more. this is THE BEST fic re: divine ecstasy being synonymous to sex for them, which is a killer combination!! roots by darcylindbergh (M, ~10k) - lovely established relationship/south downs fic. it's revealed that aziraphale has always dyed his hair blonde, and the thing that makes this fic VITAL is the acknowledgement that they deliberately choose their presentation and the way the world sees them. more parts of the fandom need to understand this somewhere, a place for us by aglaophonos (T, ~2k) - i'm biased because i love char and her work, but seriously. read this. if you're ever wondering why me and her are constantly talking about 1941 s3, this 1941 continuation fic she wrote encapsulates every reason WHY Lead me to the banquet hall by obstinatrix, wishwellingtons (E, 15k) - i mean. i mean. it's The Cheesecake Fic. why is crowley content to watch aziraphale eat, and how does he cope with that same hunger when aziraphale ISN'T there? you simply have to read this if you haven't, and reread it if you have affection and other cravings by JustStandingHere (E, 30k) - this is THE post s2 fic you need to read. through its historical flashbacks and precarious re-introduction of aziraphale and crowley's relationship following their fight, all through the lens of food... honestly that's what it's all about!

these are what i would consider to be required reading, as in - you will come away from these fics with a better understanding of the canon, which (in my opinion) is what elevates a fic from the rest. but if you'd like to check out the other fics i adore, my bookmarks are where i save every fic i enjoy reading, and it's about 99% good omens so you can always visit that if you're looking for something to read that'll be true to the spirit of the show!!