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bildads-shoes · 3 months

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I feel like Crowley has often played the role of 'philosophy teacher' in his dynamic with Aziraphale, and I think this is probably what ultimately led to most of the backlash against Aziraphale immediately post-Season 2, especially from casual viewers.

The Resurrectionists episode is super obvious about it, big Philosophy 101 energy, but it's of course a big running theme in the show, often addressing the classic philosophical/theological question 'if God/Heaven are all-loving and all-powerful, why do they make us suffer?'

In these situations Aziraphale is often needing to learn to break free of his black and white thinking. Of course, we, the viewers, agree that morality is not black and white, so we start trusting Crowley's ability in the teacher role.

And it happens again in the Final Fifteen: we cringe at the stark oversimplification of 'you're the bad guys', we agree that Heaven and Hell are 'toxic' with their rigid rules and roles. Having seen so many examples of this dynamic at this point, this can instinctively feel like a continuation of Crowley's 'morality is not black and white' lessons. Therefore it makes sense to me that the instinct can be to agree that Crowley 'understand[s] a whole lot better' than Aziraphale.

I could go on for days about why I feel Aziraphale's character is so much more nuanced than that, but I want to focus on Crowley here. When you start trusting someone in that 'teacher' role, it's easy to assume they have it all figured out. That's why the whole 'Crowley is an unreliable narrator when it comes to his Fall' confirmation always had me so intrigued.

It seems (to me at least) that Crowley probably made some very complex, grey choices as an angel (choices that were not as bad as Heaven feels, but not as good as Crowley likes to think, to paraphrase NG) and he is yet to accept the reality of those actions. To me, it feels like he's coped with that cognitive dissonance by entirely detaching from that identity at times, almost as though those were the actions and experiences of another person (the angel you knew is not me) whilst returning to the first person in moments of vulnerability (I only ever asked questions). Judging by the hints at Angel!Crowley throughout S2, I think (hope) we'll learn more about the Fall in S3, and thus see him finally need to internally resolve this

I think it'll be very interesting to finally see that dynamic flip, to see Crowley in the role of the student, trying to solidify his moral code and sense of self as we have seen Aziraphale do throughout the show.

I suppose I hope that in potentially having Crowley's own struggles with morality becoming more explicit on screen in Season 3, the broad attitude towards Aziraphale and Crowley will become a bit more balanced again. I think it'll be lovely to see them grow in their understanding and acceptance of themselves and each other, and finally reach a place of joy and freedom as individuals and together. We'll always have our own personal character interpretations, and I think that's wonderful and fascinating to hear about, but at the end of the day we're all rooting for their happy ending, and I can't wait to see them finally get it.

#so i woke up at 4am and found two bullet points in my drafts and suddenly they became this #soz for the ramble have a good day lads x #good omens #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #good omens speculation

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jerry-hornes-foot · 2 years

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Hi there I have a steve harrington x fem reader idea maybe you wear something sexy for steve and tease him till the point where he fucks your brains out.

Oh. My. God. I hadn't written dom!steve in a while and uhhhh let's just say I had a lot of thoughts built up and this got away from me a little, so thank you for this!

2415 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (reader has vagina)

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; mean!steve; sub!reader; teasing; vibrating underwear; upskirt; cock tease; offensive language; rough sex; penetrative sex; overstimulation; degredation; pussy spanking; name calling; slut shaming (consensual); fingering; finger sucking; mild size kink; cumshot; pet names; whore (reader), baby (reader); sweet thing (reader); very minimal aftercare

Let me know if i forgot anything :)

Robin is halfway out the door, still babbling apologies and thank yous as she struggles to pull her jacket on. Covering her shift was no problem for you, you'd told her that, but she still needs you to understand how grateful she is.

"Robin." You cut her off in the midst of an incoherent rant about how guilty she feels. "Just have fun, okay?"

"And tell me if you get to see her boobies!" Steve chimes in.

Robins face burns a bright crimson colour, a rare silence gripping her for a second before she exclaims,

"Steve! I told you -"

"I know, I know. Don't say boobies." He says laughing and shaking his head. "Just go would you? You're gonna be late."

After a few more hurried thanks she finally bustles out of the door and disappears down the street.

You love Robin, and you'd have taken her shift regardless to give her the chance to go on this date, but you have to admit your plans for this time alone with Steve had made you somewhat biased in your decision. The store falls silent once she leaves. It's a Monday night and, although Family Video doesn't shut for another two hours, you both know it won't be terribly busy. Steve appears next to you as you lift a box of promotional tapes from under the counter to start pricing.

"So uh... any particular reason you wanted to take Robin's shift?"

"Not that I can think of." You say, smiling playfully.

"No?" He says, moving closer and cupping your face with his hand. "Because I'm pretty sure that company policy dictates long pants, and uhh...."

Steve's eyes drop to the hemline of your skirt, which sits neatly about a third of the way down your thighs. You feel his other hand move up and rest on your hip, slight pressure pulling you towards him.

"Just the two of us here all alone, it's a shame we can't do anything."

You can see the intention in his eyes as he speaks, and you take your chance at reveling your ulterior motive.

"Speak for yourself." You announce.

Steve raises an eyebrow at you and you take a step away from him. Reaching into the pocket of the waistcoat he had leant you, you pull out a small, black remote control and hold it up so he can see. You push the little button and groan dramatically as the vibrator, which is concealed in the secret pocket of your underwear, whirs to life beneath you. With another quick press you stop the vibration and slide the remote back into your pocket, flashing a smile at Steve as you do. He stands in front of you in stunned silence.

"That's not fair." He says, a smirk appearing on his lips.

You check your surroundings to ensure there's no one on the street outside, then lean in and give him a short, unsatisfying peck on the lips.

"I know."

Over the next hour you tease Steve relentlessly, taking every opportunity when the store was empty to howl performatively at the sensation of the vibrations between your legs. Each time the little bell above the door rings Steve hurries himself behind the counter, standing awkwardly close to it and leaning over to speak to customers to hide the conspicuous bulge in his tight jeans. In the first little while Steve had followed you about the store, trying to get some fleeting touch between customers, but you quickly made it clear you weren't giving him anything. His attempts to ignore you only spur you on. As he stacks videos on a shelf you walk around to the shelving unit in front of him and bend down to organise the tapes on the bottom shelf, letting the back of your skirt lift up and show the outline of the bullet tucked into the pocket of your underwear, the light pink fabric stained dark by your soaked cunt.

You both have your eyes on the clock intermittently through the shift, Steve much more than you. With only 10 minutes left Steve begins to count the float. You approach the counter, bullet already buzzing. Leaning your forward and putting your weight on the counter, your thighs start to tense as your perfectly calculated plan comes together. Steve's hands shake a little as he tries desperately to keep his attention on the bills in his hands. You push yourself up on your tip toes, mouth falling open letting tight, choked groans burst out as your body tightens. Steve bites his lip, hips shifting uncomfortably in a vain attempt to get some relief from the friction of his jeans. Clicking the vibrator off you let yourself droop forward into the counter as your orgasm subsides. Steve narrows his eyes at you. You'll pay for this.

The second the clock ticks over to 10pm Steve has the door slammed shut and locked.

"Anything else that we need t-"

You're cut off as Steve storms past you, catching your wrist and pulling you with him. He drags you roughly to the store cupboard with out a word and pushes you up against a set of shelves. Before you can make another smug comment Steve's lips are pressed hard against yours, kissing you with enough force to knock the wind out of you. Lifting the front of your skirt Steve's hand pushes down into your underwear, two fingers gliding back and forth between your lips to feel how slick you are, then sliding into you and making you gasp.

"What? Two fingers too much for you now? I'd have thought a little whore like you could have taken a lot more than that."

His fingers pump back and forth inside you.

"Fuck you're wet, I'd be surprised if this little thing even still worked the amount you're gushing."

His other hand slides up your torso and grips your breast firmly, rolling it in his hand and making you moan softly before he reaches his fingers into his top pocket and pulls out the little remote. His fingers slip out of you and you whine as he tugs your underwear back up sharply and switches the vibrator back on. A loud groan is cut short as Steve's fingers push into your mouth, his fingers still dripping with the taste of you. You suck on them desperalty, squeezing your thighs together as the vibrator buzzes against your swollen clit. You hadn't expected him to have this much self restraint, in your head he had you bent over screaming his name by this point, but it was becoming clear he's planning to make you work for it. Every sensation feels heightened at the thought of having to beg him for what you so desperately need.

"Think it's cute to act like a little cock tease?" Steve asks, pulling his fingers from your mouth and clicking the vibrator off for a second.

"I don't know, Steve, you seemed to like it a- mmmmfuck!"

Steve's thumb pushes down on the button again, his hand coming up and grabbing your chin to drag your eyes to meet his.

"Don't make me ask you again." He says, voice so hard and cold it makes your thighs tremble.

You shake your head and Steve smiles.

"Didn't think so. What did you think would happen, then? Thought it'd make me fuck you."

You nod weakly earning a cruel laugh.

"You thought you were worthy of riding my cock?"

"No... no I didn't I just..." You stammer.

"Speak up."

"I just needed to feel you fuck me Steve, I'm sorry, I don't deserve your cock." You whine, body starting to tense again as the tone of Steve's voice starts to push you towards a second high.

"That's right, you don't, but it seems like you still need it."

"I do Steve, I do." You shriek, legs trembling as you try to hold yourself up against the shelves.

"Well if that's what you want." He says, smirking as he watches you cum, slipping his hand back into your underwear and rubbing your clit as the vibrator rumbles relentlessly, making you cum again just as the first orgasm starts to ease off. "I'm going to make you work for it."

Your knuckles are white, fingers curled tightly around the shelves to hold yourself up. Steve has barely even touched you and you're fucked out already, but that just makes you want him even more. Steve roughly tugs at your underwear, pulling them down between your knees. With a kick at your ankle he shifts your legs apart. Bracing himself by lifting one arm up beside your head and gripping the shelves, his bicep tensing beside you, he moves his other arm in a swift underhanded arc and lands a stinging smack directly between your legs, making you howl.

"You like that, baby?" He asks, landing another. "Like it when I punish your cunt?"

You nod weakly, lurching forward as he spanks you again. You can feel your vulva, swollen and still smeared with slick, pulsing between blows. Steve would stop in an instant if you asked him to, hold you in his arms and kiss you better, but you don't want that. The pain feels too good. You're desperate for him to make you cum again, and to keep making you cum until you can't even stand up. You want him to make you cry.

A few more harsh smacks have your head spinning. Steve grabs your hips and flips you around. Pulling your underwear halfway back up your thighs you hear him undoing his belt behind you. Even with your skin stinging you can feel yourself tightening at the thought of him fucking you. Shoving his jeans down around his knees he lines himself up with you, the tip of his cock pushing up into your sensitive folds and teasing the outside of your hole. You can't stand another second without feeling him inside you.

"I need you, Steve." You mumble. "I need you to fuck me now. Please."

"Oh don't worry about that, baby." Steve pushes half way into you, leaning forward and bunching the front of your underwear in his fist so that he can pull it up against you. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't even say my name."

The vibrator is placed tightly between the two of you, the length of it pressed against the underside of Steve's cock and the tip pushing up into your clit. Steve bucks his hips into you and switches it on, groaning in your ear as you shriek at the sensation.

"Fuck that little thing feels good. I can see why you like it so much."

"It hurts, Steve." You whine.

You feel his hand slide over yours, the pace of his hips slowing a little in case you signal to him to stop.

"You like it?" He whispers.

"I love it, Steve!" You scream, body tensing as his hips kick up again, pounding into you.

"Thought you would." He sneers. "Surprised how tight you feel considering how much you liked to get fucked like this. You know why that is, don't you?"

You groan and nod, burning pain and pleasure blending into each other and producing and overwhelming sensation that makes your whole body weak. Steve grips at your hair and tugs your head back, still jackhammering into you relentlessly,

"I didn't hear you."

"You-you're so big, Steve." You manage to choke out between rough groans.

Steve's hand tightens in your hair.

"What was that?"

"You're huge, Steve!" Tears prick at your eyes as Steve's hips hammer into yours. "You're so big, I can barely take it."

"That's right, baby, and you love it anyway."

"Fuck me harder please, Steve. I want you to ruin me!" Tears spill over onto your cheeks as an orgasm rips your body.

Steve's hands on your hips are all that's keeping you upright anymore. Your brain starts to cloud, euphoria burning through your body and making you squeal. The only thing keeping your pleasure addled brain from fogging over entirely is the still tantalising though of Steve's cum filling you up and spilling out of you. As if on cue Steve's body starts to tense against you, cock swelling and hot cum sprays into you. Your body collapses against his and you feel two large arms wrap around your ribcage and lower your to the ground.

Steve switches the vibrator off and carefully pulls your underwear off, slipping them into his pocket. Scrabbling through a shelf of cleaning products Steve finds some clean clothes and helps shift you to sit on them, moving your skirt so you don't get it stained.

"Don't worry, sweet thing." He whispers, stroking your face. "We'll get you all cleaned up, just catch your breath first, alright."

You look up at him with a weak smile, head still spinning. He moves beside you and sits down, pulling you in close to him and stroking your hair. You melt into his arms, lying limply against him as they tighten around you.

"I hope that was alright." He says, stammering a little. "I mean... I just hope it wasn't too much."

There was something so endearing about how bashful Steve always got after being dominant. The way his cheeks always flushed pink, and his words got tangled as he tried to make sure you had everything you needed. How quickly his harsh demeanor vanishes that soft, sweet boy reappears just in time to gd you tight, makes you feel so incredibly safe.

"It was perfect, Steve." You murmer breathlessly, before looking down and letting out a weak laugh, "I've got no underwear."

Steve laughs too, before lifting you carefully to your feet and leading you to the employee bathroom. He cleans you up, each movement so careful as to not overstimulate you any further. When he's done he steps out of his jeans and pulls his boxers off, letting you lean on his shoulder so that you can step into them, then pulling them up for you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Won't you be uncomfortable?" You ask as he slips back into his jeans.

Steve smiles and cups your face in his hands.

"After everything you did in there I think it's the least I can do."

You smile, blushing a little as you stare into those deep brown eyes.

"Besides," he says playfully, "I'm sure I'll get them off you again when we get home."

#went wild for this one lads soz #answered #writing requests #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dom!steve #steve harrington smut #stranger things fan ficton #jerryhorneskink

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